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title: 'Homespun Perversions'
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### Homespun Perversions

Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 00:07:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: mghj4dads smith <mghj4dads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Homespun Perversions, No.2

Homespun Perversions
A Collection of Dirty Deeds Done Under Your Own Roof!

By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mghj4dads@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hawkdads_roost


DISCLAIMER:

All stories within "Homespun Perversions" are original and copyrighted to
the author. Do not copy, re-post, re-publish and/or plagiarize any of it
(in their entirety or in excerpted portions) without the author's prior
expressed written consent.

Obviously, do not read the following if erotic stories involving men and
their sons - very young sons in most cases - bother you in any way.

Do not read the following if you are either a minor or in a location where
such material is not permissible.

Never act upon or emulate any of the action contained within these
stories. Such behaviors in real life are not condoned or lawful. No matter
how they may be, they are for men's adult (meaning XXX) amusement purposes
only.



This will be a collection of short stories which occur in the home. These
are things which have or could take place in any typical family
domicile. Each story will be complete and not be "ongoing" (you know,
"Chapter 116: Baby Louis Begins to Bald").


Homespun Perversions, No. 2: Being the Good Provider


Ever get so horny that you start to eavesdrop on your own kids? A lot of us
dads do that - when we're being honest with one another. That's how I
discovered my that my own son was a little cumpig.

I love sex and using my cock. I fuck my wife. But I also love going to any
adult bookstore I can find. I hate to admit it but I love feeding my cock
and cum to strangers. I go through phases where I'm not happy unless I get
my dick played with by lots of hands and sucked by whatever mouths want to
suck it.

And I don't much care - in fact, I think sex is at its hottest and most
carnal - among other men. I'm not gay but I do love to turn over my body
and especially cock to packs of men in XXXs. They know how to worship a
man's physique and they're always hot for your scrotum and erection. Hell,
a man hasn't enjoyed himself until he's turned himself over to a couple of
dozen men in the back of an adult theater.

But I've always been one of those straight men who loves to receive head
from strangers. I started getting blowjobs when I was a horny teenager. All
we high school guys hit the same gloryhole in town. It was at a Shell gas
station. It seemed to be the only gloryhole in town - and only way for most
of the teens and men to get head in such a small town.

And although I never saw whoever was blowing and swallowing seed on the
other side of the hole, I figured it may have been the same person
servicing everyone. I knew it seemed to me that it felt like the same mouth
sucking out my seed on numerous occasions. So I presume he was in there
eating the cocks of every other guy who found his way to the gloryhole
there.

Throughout fifteen years of marriage, I've stopped and fed cocksuckers in
more bookstores and theaters than I could hope to count. I drive into parks
and sit there with my zipper open. It never fails - there are always guys
there who come over to my open window and offer to blow me.

Every so often, I even go to the gay bath houses. Usually when I'm on
business, I skip the dinners or drinks with co-workers and spend the
boring, out of town evenings letting men play with my physique and cock.

I think there is something about the physical sex which is fun, of
course. But I must say that I get off seeing many men sucking down my dick
in an evening. And when I bust a nut into their mouths, I know that I've
succeeded in doing what a married dad ought to be doing - giving everyone a
taste of the gold. To me, the hottest thing is feeding my reproductive
fluids to others - lots of others. There is nothing more of a turn on than
letting anyone who wants, eat my cum. I have sent thousands of happy
strangers on their way with my seed on their breath and in their blood
system.

One of my favorite activities is to hit a XXX after work, before heading
home, and seeing into how many men's mouths I can squirt some sperm. I have
been actually able to bust a nut three times in an hour when I'm on
feed-over drive. I think it's perversely hot to know I'm pumping out of my
scrotum all this stuff that total strangers find so yummy. Hell, its the
same stuff I made my kid with, you fucking cumpigs!

I can thread my cock through a gloryhole, feed an unseen man a load - and
twenty-minutes later, in another booth, shoot some more sperm into a
different cocksucker's hungry mouth.

It's easier still sometimes in an adult XXX theater. In the back row, all a
hung married man such as myself needs to do is let the men back there open
his trousers. They do all the real work as I just sit there, legs spread
while anywhere from one to, sometimes I've had, six men sucking my cock at
a time. And when you cum under those circumstances, with several heads
bumping into one another hoping for a taste, you can feed several cum
eaters in a single shot. I've hosed my sperm into the open mouths of two
and even three hungry strangers at a time that way.

And on days that I have more time, I'll stand in the back of the theater
where it's even easier to let guys play with your cock and suck on it. In
the back bull-pen, all I do is stand there watching the flick on screen and
let the nice cocksuckers all have their fun sucking on and playing with my
big nuts and cock. I've been able to feed any number of strangers that way
in a single afternoon. They'll often share a load when I let them know I
don't mind - one will drink the first shot and then aim my dick toward the
other hungry little cumpig for a drink of my sperm.

After a long afternoon that way, I have finally pulled up my trousers
knowing that sometimes close to fifty or more different men have played
with or sucked on cock. And perhaps anywhere from five to ten have gotten
some taste or another of my nut milk. Hell, even those tasting your precum
are tasting what your cock makes.

So I am one of those married men who appreciates a good cumpig. I couldn't
give a shit if they're men or gay or old or young. I've had all sorts of
lips on my thick cock sucking for my sperm.

And over the years, if I've shot cum into my wife's cunt, (since she
doesn't like to suck), a couple of thousand times, (and only a handful of
times without a condom since her system can`t handle the Pill), then I know
that I have shot my cum into strangers who swallow it all down - and had it
sucked by tens of thousands of them - and all just during my marriage.

Hell, if each of those cumpigs with my sperm in their body could have
gotten pregnant from it (in other words, had they been women), I'd have
easily sired thirty to fifty-thousand children.

Although I jerked off the day I heard my wife was pregnant, since I
realized it my semen that made that happen (and I'd just come home from
shooting that same semen into some mouths at a bookstore), it wasn't a
difficulty for me to be a dad to my son when he was born.

But watching a kid grow up - your own flesh and blood - starts to get a
father's juices flowing. But still, I was never interested in fucking him
or anything like that. I was more turned on as I'd look at him just knowing
that he was made of my sperm cells.

And he was a lucky one sperm cell - one of trillions that got away - and
wasn't blown down into yet some other nameless, faceless strange man.

That made my kid an extra special son to me. Of the few cumshots used as
something other than a food source, he was damn lucky he was even born, if
you ask me. Heck, the sperm cell that made him could have easily been food
for yet another man sucking down cum off my cockhead.

Kyle, my son, statistically-speaking, was a dang lucky little kid to even
be here and not in some strange man's digestive system.

Hell, I even listened in on my son during what I knew to be one of his
earliest masturbation sessions. He was like any other eleven year old who
thinks his parents don't know what he's in the bathroom doing for an
hour. It was a Saturday morning and my wife was in the backyard planting
spring flowers. I was in the kitchen doing some bills when I saw my son
pass by the doorway and slip into the bathroom down the hall.

And I grinned to myself because I knew exactly what a young male needed to
do in a toilet. I knew that my own kid went into the family bathroom to
play with his dick.

I was curious and I admit I was getting a hardon thinking about my own
flesh and blood kid getting to that age where he needed to play with
himself and make his cock feel good. I wondered if he'd come to the
enlightenment on his own or if maybe a pal of his showed him all about how
boys can masturbate. Hell, I even wondered if maybe a man might have
molested him and showed him how a kid can make his cock feel good.

I left the newspaper on the table, quickly glanced out the window to see my
wife on her knees busy with the plantings. Hell, she could be busy on her
knees but never to suck cock.

With a woody growing in my slacks, I quietly went down the hallway and
stood outside the bathroom door. He was still in there so I knew my kid was
up to something. I leaned closer toward the door and heard some low
breathing. Hard to make out what it was I hearing other than I knew he
wasn't brushing his teeth or taking a bath.

I listened harder but really couldn't tell. That's when I leaned real close
into the door jamb and saw there was the slightest separation between the
trim and jamb. It ran from the top of the door to the floor. And as I
squinted, I had a perfect view of my own kid, his boardie shorts down at
his knees as he was jerking his little cock.

It was a dang good-looking little body he had going for an eleven year
old. Although I wasn't into fooling around with kids, I had to admit, like
any dad would that my son was good looking boy. He had no shirt on, so I
could see he had a tight little body on him - and not a lick of hair
yet. Well, as I looked closer, I could see a few wisps of hair at his pubes
but other than that, I could see that my son would be pure chicken for the
mall chicken hawks.

Hell, even when he's not into boys, a dad knows that much. He can see when
his son is chicken feed. He can spot the men looking at his son as they
walk the mall. Hell, I had even seen it a few times. I beamed with some
perverse pride not too long ago when my son and I went to a local mall. We
had to pass a spot that you know is the roost for these chicken hawks and
sure enough about four of them eyed my kid up and down like so much kid
meat.

I was proud inside - thinking I'd produced a son that so many other men
suddenly desired. Of course, I'd never let any of the pervs ever get into
my kids underpants (that would be up to him) but, still, its good to know
he's be well taken care of should he ever on his own wanted to get himself
molested - a whole lot - at the mall.

So I watched my boy clumsily masturbate. If he ejaculated, I can't tell you
because it seemed a dry orgasm or couldn't have been much output. But I
grinned since I knew he was on his way to being a cock addict like his old
man.

I had a raging erection standing there - not because my son had turned me
on all that much. Instead, it was just the fact I was now, officially, his
perverted father who had just spied on his own child while he masturbated.

My wife and I always used condoms because I wanted no more children and she
had some reaction to all sorts of female contraceptives. Shit, the bitch
developed a scar from an IUD and had blood pressure and estrogen shifts
when on the Pill. We held onto the option of having more kids, so
sterilization was out (and besides, that would be last thing this breeder
would ever do).

We fucked fairly regularly. Not every night or even every week. But we were
good for going a couple of rounds in a night every ten days or so.

Fortunately, I was able to unload my nuts into ten, twenty - even forty
others during the days in between.

I recall thinking one time, when I was fucking my wife, that since I had
last fucked her - ten days earlier - I had had my cock inside of fifty
other men and shot my cum into twenty-six of them. And yet, I imagine to
her, every ten days seemed a good calendar sexual schedule to maintain. And
how could I blame her from being so delusional since I was always so
content. She didn't need to know why I was so content.

Although I continued squirting my jizz into any cumpig who wanted a load
from me, I didn't make it a habit to spy on my kid as he'd jerk off. Hell,
sure, I had tens of thousands of men swinging on my meat but I really
wasn't what you'd call a homosexual. I liked being serviced and enjoyed the
sex - the hands and clawing perv-gropes - and male mouths slurping on my
bone as they'd tickle my heavy scrotum hoping for a huge nut bust of
semen. But I wasn't gay and wasn't much interested in molesting my kid -
not that way at least.

So about a year or so went by. My son had just turned twelve when this all
escalated.

I had had a good fuck session with my wife that night during "Conan". I got
up off of her and headed down the hallway to the bathroom where, normally,
I took a piss and disposed of my used rubber.

I did the same thing I always did on such an evening. Knowing that Kyle was
always in bed (it was a school night), I'd slip on a robe but rarely even
bother to close it since it was a short walk down a dark hallway.

I went into the bathroom, set my semen-filled rubber on the back of the
toilet seat and pissed. I then remembered that my wife had asked me to
bring her something from the kitchen but forgot what it was. Knowing she'd
bitch, I dashed back into the bedroom and asked her.

As I came out again and headed toward the kitchen, I passed my son, in the
dark hallway, as he was returning to his bedroom. I asked, "You had to go?"
and he replied, "Huh ha" and I said, "You have school in the morning. Go
right back to bed." to which he mumbled, "'Night dad".

I went into the kitchen and got my wife the left over pork chop she wanted
and poured myself a cup of milk and grabbed a couple of cookies. I went
back to our bedroom and after only a couple of minutes of sitting in bed
again, I remembered that I'd left my cum loaded rubber in the goddamn
washroom.

Without telling my wife why, I bounced out of bed again and bee lined it to
the bathroom. I'd toss the rubber and crawl back into bed.

But my used condom wasn't there on the back of the toilet tank. I looked
into the toilet water and then to the floor on either side. No fucking
rubber. I looked closer and saw none of my semen puddled anywhere on the
floor either.

I was confused. Maybe I had tossed it before going back to ask my wife what
she'd asked me for. Maybe I had just done it unconsciously since I'd been
tossing my fuck jizz away every night that I screwed my wife.

I shrugged and turned off the light. My wife asked where I had gone to and
I told her I thought I'd forgotten to turn off the faucet. I crawled back
into bed, continued watching television and fell asleep.

The next morning though as I got dressed for work, my son awoke to get
ready for school. But usually Kyle always poked his head in to say "Good
morning". And yet that morning he hadn't.

That's when the thought occurred to me.

While my wife was in the kitchen fixing Kyle's lunch for school, and while
Kyle was in the bathroom taking a shower, and as I finished tying my
necktie, I slowly snuck into my son's bedroom.

It's a room like any boy his age - an NBA hat rack, his Little League bat,
his school backpack on the floor, a "Lord of the Rings" poster over his
bed, his old "Toy Story" toy collection beneath his window, and one or two
stuffed animals that even at twelve he wasn't quite ready to throw away in
his bed.

I didn't think so but I had a hunch - even call it a father's intuition -
as the bull breeder in me already had a woody starting in my slacks as I
glanced around the room.

My eyes scanned the top of Kyle's bed stand and his desk. I really had to
get his mother to get on him to clean up his room one of these days.

Then, having read what some of them do, I grabbed his wastebasket. It was
empty except for a half crumbled spelling quiz and ^�a rubber.

A used rubber. My used rubber. A man can spot his own used rubber from a
hundred paces.

I picked it up and although it remained semi-moist, it was empty. I
wondered what or who had drained its contents.

Not being stupid, I didn't want to get caught. I left my rubber where I'd
found it in my son's room. Hell, I didn't mind all that much and sure
didn't want to traumatize my own kid. Besides, why would a man such as
myself want to impede the development of what my son was apparently
becoming - a little cumpig. Even though I was his father, even I wouldn't
ever fuck with a young man learning who he was.

I set the rubber back into the wastebasket, covering it with the crumpled
quiz and quickly exited the room.

Nothing was ever said by me - and obviously not by my son.

But I do know that I needed to fuck my wife again that same night which
surprised her. I didn't so much need to fuck a cunt as much as I wanted to
fill another rubber for my son to find.

And yeah, I screwed my wife that night, a bit earlier than we would have
normally. But I wanted to make sure that if Kyle was interested, he could
snatch my filled rubber before he had to get to bed (after all, it was
another school night).

My wife fortunately didn't fuss too much. She made a comment that I had
better not start expecting a nightly fuck session. But I didn't make it
last too long. I just wanted to shoot some fuck sauce into the latex
balloon for my kid.

And I made a bit more noise as I headed to the bathroom in a feigned
journey to dispose of my Trojan sack of seed.

And it sure worked, the minute I came out of the bathroom, I caught my son
opening his bedroom door.

"You better get to bed soon", I said to him as I returned to the master
bedroom.

"I just have to pee before bed", he said shyly.

And I watched as he swiftly went into the bathroom. I hovered near my
dresser in the bedroom since it stood right next to the door. And sure
enough, a few seconds later, I heard Kyle scamper double time back into his
bedroom.

That my cue to go look.

And again, my son had snuck himself another load of my nut batter left in a
used rubber.

"Good kid", I thought to myself. "Fuckin' little cumpig. Good boy."

Hell, I didn't much care who was a cumpig - even my own kid. As a feeder, I
appreciate any dude hungry for the goo.

And the following morning, sure enough again in my kid's wastebasket
beneath his desk, sat my emptied x-large Trojan rubber. He'd now eaten two
of my loads - and his mother sometimes worries our son isn't getting enough
protein.

I knew I wouldn't be screwing the wife at least for another several
days. But I figured that a young cumpig like my son wouldn't want to go so
long without slurping down some seed - especially perhaps his own pop's
output.

At work, I even wondered if my son, although only twelve was eating other
sperm somewhere yet. I rubbed my crotch as I sat at my desk thinking that
maybe he was eating some in the mall toilets. After all, we've all come
upon a kid at one time or another in a public men's room that was hungry
for adult cum.

Perhaps my son was one of those kids. Hey, power to him, I figured. Someone
had to be swallowing all the loads men want to feed. And if my son loved
sperm, hell, at least he was doing something about it.

Hell, in fact what I had discovered about my own kid even caused me to run
out at noontime as I needed to squirt some more of my sperm into somebody
else. I left the office and hit a very busy adult video arcade where no man
left empty - whether it be his nuts or his belly.

While pressed against the wall, like so many thousands of men before me, I
am sure, my dick being slurped on by someone through a much worn gloryhole,
I even wondered at what age the cumpig sucking down on my cock may have
started. These cumpigs have to develop a taste for sperm and especially
anonymous sperm at some point. Especially, those guys who eat so much of
the stuff - blowing men all day long through these holes - every day of the
week. You wonder when these cumpigs - there for the exact opposite reasons
which draw me and tons of other feeders to these places on a daily as well
- first knew they craved the juice? They all could not have been middle
aged men before knowing that their function was to gulp down all the semen
men wanted to blast into their mouth.

Maybe a few of these cum queers had been like my kid - knew early. And it
then dawned on me that my own kid very well would grow up to be one of
these cum depositories. Hell, wouldn't that be karma at work - a feeder's
kid becomes the ingestor of any man's spunk.

As I left one booth and went to another, (since I like to stick my cock
into several throats while in a gloryhole arcade before feeding some lucky
pig), I saw a man, a business type like myself, maybe slightly older, nod
for me to come over to his booth. I slipped in and he wanted to get
fucked. He said he was married and hoped I didn't mind using a condom which
he supplied me. He said he'd already gone through six condoms - and six
dicks since he'd arrived there for his own lunch hour. I asked him, "So,
I'm number seven?"

He grew red but grinned. He was a happy man camped out in a fuck booth for
an hour or two. Normally, I'd have probably skipped him since I'm a man who
likes to breed a stranger - or pump my semen into him. Screw condoms.

But then a thought occurred to me. I could use this man to shoot some cum
into a rubber so I'd have another used rubber to leave my kid. Heck, I'd
beat off in another Trojan once I got home - but why not give Kyle a couple
of big loads of his dad's cum if that's what he apparently was into now.

So I rolled the rubber onto my thick shaft, it barely fit since it wasn't a
magnum size - but it would have to do the trick. I pumped this other man's
ass like so much fuck hole and when I wanted, I let loose and blew my load
into the rubber.

When he thanked me and all that shit, I carefully rolled the rubber,
brimming in my hot juice, off my shaft and tied a knot into it. It was
slightly wet as some semen gooshed out as I tied it but I slipped it into
my suit slacks and left. I figured the other man just accepted the fact
that as a married straight guy, I wasn't going to leave my used rubber just
lying around.

So that evening, my kid had two of his old man's loads to steal - and he
did. I even saw he'd eaten through both rubbers the following morning when
I saw them open and empty.

What a fucking little cumpiggy I had in the house. And he tried coming off
like any other kid into math and baseball.

I'm always horny and up to having my cock sucked and cum swallowed. The
more on my dick, the better, is my motto. I was so horned up knowing my kid
had eaten my hot jack off and a load I'd blown into another man
(technically), that I had to race to another XXX theater the next day. I
stood in the back and let the cocksuckers have their fun on my cock. Hell,
there isn't anything better than just standing there letting all sorts of
hands and mouths have their way on your meat.

While I was standing there, one of those bull-pen cum butts wanted me to
fuck him. They stand there like street walkers, looking at the screen but
pressing their public use asses against horny men. Most of those guys can
pull a dick up into their ass smoother than a female can use her pussy
lips.

Some other man had just screwed this same cum slut and handed me a rubber
that he had in one of his pockets as he buckled up his slacks. Again, I
never use rubbers - I figure these cumpigs are there for the fuck sauce. I
sure as hell knew I was there to cream my sperm into them.

But I also knew I had a kid to feed back home. I didn't want to disappoint
him and have him think that his daddy couldn't provide him plenty of his
nut batter.

So I wrapped my erection - three other hands helping out - and shoved into
the utility hole. I screwed him and one could tell that he was all
pro. You'd barely even know that he was servicing man after man back there
- the way he stared at the movie screen the whole time as his ass muscled
juiced me of every drip of seed.

I began to pull back and he and two others went to reach for my shaft - in
an attempt to snatch my semen loaded rubber. But I shook my head and
whispered, "No, no, no", with a smile.

I pulled the rubber off and it even felt heavy as I knew it had just been
filled with a big load.

I went to the men's room in the XXX and before two men followed me in, I
got a chance to tie off the rubber and slip it into my suit breast
pocket. And just as I did, these two men - cock suckers- who were on my
heels started rubbing my cock right through my trousers as I stood in front
of the single sink.

I chuckled and told them I had just cum. They said they knew that - had
seen me back there in the bull-pen. But one of them said, "Can't I just
suck it anyway? A little? Please?"

How can any married man refuse such a request? So I let these two guys
unzip my slacks and suck my dick through the open fly. In just a few
minutes, these two had me busting another load - and I smiled at them as I
shot more semen onto their tongues since they both had their mouths open
and seemingly wanted to eat my reproductive milk.

Another guy came in as these two were still sucking - like looking for
more. The third man took a feel of my dick but I was done. I stepped away,
the three of them staring at my meat as it swung a bit before I could stuff
it back into my open fly.

I thanked them and went back into the theater. I sat in a back row seat and
immediately had four, maybe five, men flanking me. I was spent for the
moment but always like to let strangers have their fun. I sat with legs
spread wide and let hands roam as hands in the back row of a XXX will
roam. Nothing gets a man - even one who thinks he's spent - ready to fire
some more seed than when several hands go at him - all groping and taking
turns squeezing his rod through his slacks.

So within minutes, I relented and let these four or five men open my belt
buckle, trousers and zipper. The two sitting on either side of me took
turns sucking my cock. And the men standing behind me rubbed my chest. One
wanted to open my tie but instead I just pulled up my white dress shirt so
he could run his hands over my hairy chest.

Whoever the guy was to my right whispered that he'd love to get fucked by
me. "You can use a rubber since you're married", he said looking at my
wedding ring.

I didn't think it any of his business if I wanted to use a condom on him or
not - I thought it was presumptuous of him to think that just because I was
married, I wasn't there to breed a few community-use sperm depositories.

But I nodded and the others watched as this guy - I could barely make out
his features all that well - slipped a condom onto my big cock. I sat there
as he crawled onto me like the whore he was. And I'd guess about fifteen
men gathered around to watch me fuck.

And I shot another load into this guy - he wasn't a great fuck but he was
good as a place for a man to basically masturbate into.

He also wanted my rubber, with my semen in it, but I refused. Normally, I'd
have minimally liked to have seen him drink it down out of the rubber in
front of all the others-but now I had two of my loads to present to my kid.

After all, my son was too young to go out and get cum like these men were
able. The slut who was just on my lap could get cum from some of the other
men standing around. And by the looks of their cocks, they were already
lining up to pump the guy.

That night, way before it got to beddy by time (and time to leave my used
rubber in the bathroom), while my wife ran out to the supermarket, I
happened to pass my son's bedroom and heard him talking to someone.

I knew that he didn't have a friend over and so I pressed my ear to his
door.

I rubbed my crotch as I could hear his young voice say, in a hushed but
audible tone, "I love it...he cums so much...yeah, its sometimes still a
little warm...sometimes its waterier and cold but that's yummy, too...I
have them but didn't know there'd be so many...where should I hide them?"

I didn't know exactly what my son was talking about but I sure had a
hunch. I was more interested in who it was he was talking to.

Pressing my ear harder against his bedroom door, I tried to figure out if
he was on the phone or the Internet. His mother and I had bought him a
microphone for his computer but who thinks that their own kid is going to
be talking to strangers on the net - especially about his eating his old
man's - your own - cum?

I stepped away from the door and went quickly to the kitchen phone where,
if the line was in use, a green light appeared. No green light.

Kyle was talking to somebody on the Internet. Which was good - maybe he was
talking about eating out of my used rubbers. Perhaps some man on the
Internet was giving him some ideas.

I tip-toed back to his door and heard him say, "No, but that would be too
cool...I think about it all the time...yours? sure...I'd eat yours. I love
...cum...I don't know why but I do...I'd eat yours...for sure...doesn't all
cum taste the same? No? I never ate any but his so I don't know...yeah, it
would be cool to eat some else's too...but I'm only twelve I don't know
anybody who, you know... (giggles)...yeah, I know I know you but, you
know...I don't know you..."

The next day, after work, I stopped by these woods I know real well-
grade-A cocksucking stomping grounds. Its where half the married men in the
area must go to bust a nut into hungry strangers offering to blow all of
them whether in their car or along a trail. Hell, some evenings, the
fucking line of men waiting for some quick head can be longer than the line
at the gas pumps during a run on gasoline.

I went down the best trail - which means the busiest trail - and sure
enough, five men were in a circle around some fairly attractive cockpig
blowing them all. I stepped up and the other men smirked a smile as I
unzipped and hauled out a sixth cock for this cocksucker to enjoy.

As these men each bust a nut into the cumpig, he'd swallow and just go onto
the next. When it got down to me and this one other man - this really well
built guy even I will say - and wearing an Orkin Pest Control shirt,
suddenly asks me if I wouldn't mind if he fucked our cumpig. He asked me
like it was up to me - or him.

I glanced down at the cocksucker who was feasting on both our dicks and
said, "If he's up for it, go for it".

"I just can't cum with just a bj", the Orkin guy said as he pulled out a
condom package. "I like to fuck..."

The cockpig pulled down his sweat pants and sure enough had no underwear on
as he bent over an old picnic table (those sluts are always ready). I
watched the Orkin stud push his very big cock into the cockslut's
ass. Hell, this Orkin man even pointed to the cocksucker's head as if
inviting me to use his other hole. And I did. I fed the little public cum
dump as I watched the Orkin guy, eyes closed, fucking away.

It was so common for we straight guys to all be fucking our cum into the
same person - but all of us rather doing it like we were each, separately
riding nothing but a sex toy - you know, guys all day squirting their cum
into the same blow up doll and nothing much more.

I watched as the Orkin guy obviously climaxed. He spasmed and the
cocksucker moaned even with my cock down inside his throat. The Orkin guy,
done with the public use ejaculation hole, stepped away and quickly pulled
the rubber, loaded - absolutely loaded - in semen, off of his cock and
tossed it toward the ground. He put his dick away and said a goodbye to me
even more than he did to the slut he;d just gotten off inside of.

Then I bust my nut in the cocksucker's throat. When I finished with him I
tapped his shoulders and he reluctantly pulled his lips off my dick. He had
my sperm in his belly - and the sperm of a few more. Now it was time he got
away from my crotch, right?

He looked around as he pulled up his sweat pants. Even though he was in his
early thirties, at that moment, he looked like a little kid pulling up his
pajama bottoms after enjoying a good molestation.

And I chuckled as I presumed my kid would probably wind up just like this
cum dump one day if he continued to develop his thirst for semen.

The cocksucker went to grope me again but I was done. Fortunately I saw
another man standing far off in the distance next to a tree. He may have
been watching but looked ready for some head. "He might want some", I said
to the woods cumpig. "Why don't you go help that guy out, too. Okay?"

And like the totally whored out slut he was, this guy scampered off in the
direction of some other after work dad obviously in need of busting a nut
before heading home.

But as he left me standing there at the half-broken picnic table, I glanced
down and saw a used condom on the bench. Obviously when the Orkin guy had
flung his rubber, it landed there instead of on the ground.

And then I had an idea. I picked up this other guy's condom, loaded and
still warm with a huge amount of jizz. Even I was impressed by what a bug
man's nuts could shoot up. But he was a big, brawny guy - it looked like
the cumload such a guy would shoot.

I tied it off, slipped the guy's rubber into my pocket and headed home.

Later that night, I was all excited because I knew that this would be a
special night for my son. Instead of just his daddy's cum, Kyle would also
be eating his first load of a different man's semen - a stranger to him but
he'd said he's love to try some more - didn't matter whose it was. I had
the thought in the woods - how would he even know?

I figured that other than maybe noticing a difference in the rubbers, my
kid wouldn't even know he was slurping down the nutjuice from two different
men's nuts. It would actually be the best way to see if he'd truly even
recognize a difference in cum.

I was doing him a favor that way.

And so at bedtime, I left two rubbers on the back of the bathroom toilet
tank for my kid to steal. And he sure did - both of them. In fact, once I
saw that he'd snatched them, I got so horny that I had to jerk off a load
in the bathroom. My son had two milky juice bags in his bedroom - and he
didn't even know that one contained the semen of some Orkin guy who may or
may not live in the vicinity.

I could barely sleep that night and when he was showering the following
morning, I was one excited dad as I rummaged through his wastebasket. And
sure enough, as a man can count on a cumpig, there were the two empty
rubbers at the bottom of it - hidden beneath a wadded up old math test of
his.

I continued doing that for several weeks - bringing home for my kid a
different little doggy bag or "to go" container from the XXXs or woods. And
like a real cumpig, my son took every rubber left for him - never
questioning the various styles and sized of them each night.

And every morning, a new "sack lunch" would have been eaten and left at the
bottom of his wastebasket.

About two months into it, as his mother was talking to a neighbor on the
sidewalk out front, I again overheard Kyle in his room talking to someone
over the Internet.

"I'd like to eat anybody's", I could hear him say. "...but my dad shoots a
lot...do all dads shoot,like a lot? Do you shoot lots? I mean, you're a dad
(giggles). Your son is way older though. I wonder if other guys shoot as
much? Um, I think I could...eat a lot? Like how many? I dunno...I've eaten
two of my dads in a night...so maybe five rubbers a night I could eat? I
dunno...it would be cool to, like, eat a big bowl of it...is that gross? To
maybe want to eat a big bowl of cum? Whose? I dunno...anyone's I
suppose...from lots of people - from anyone! I mean, it would have to be a
lot of different men to make that much - to fill a bowl."

My cock was pounding inside my slacks as I eavesdropped on my own kid. My
own son was telling someone - a man who must have been a father himself -
on the Internet - probably some total pervert out there - that he wanted to
eat a bowl of jizz.

He'd been eating the nut slug from I don't even know how many men through
the souvenirs I was bringing him - but now he was saying he wanted to eat
lots of cum - from lots of people - from anyone.

I heard my own kid say that!

Hell, the kid was still four years away from getting a driver's license and
already he was hungry to eat so much cum. I laughed wondering what my son
would be doing once I did give him the keys to the car in a few years. I
made a mental note to myself to be sure to get him his own car when he
turned sixteen so mine wouldn't have to be parked all afternoon in some
woods parking lot while my kid cruised for sperm.

I heard his mother pull into the driveway so I stepped away from his door
and darted into the bathroom where I jacked off into another Trojan. I'd be
leaving my son three and not two loads of his daddy's milk this evening.

The following morning, a Saturday, I thought about what I'd heard Kyle
saying to some strange man over the Internet. And coincidentally, at eleven
that morning when I had to drop into the adult arcade, I encountered that
same married businessman who I had fucked earlier in the week. This time he
was in a tee shirt and his suburban Dockers, (as was I and half the men
there), and looking for more cocks to fuck him.

Once I saw that he was free - missing an opportunity to slip into his booth
three times as men beat me to him - I slipped in for my shot at his married
ass.

And I saw that in the small booth, while he rubbed my cock through my
slacks, there were rubbers on the floor and one on the bench - used rubbers
- recently used rubbers. I laughed when he pulled out a condom package for
me and I asked, "These all your satisfied customers?" as I glanced at all
the loaded discarded rubbers all around.

He smiled real big and replied, "Yeah, all in just the last hour, too."

My eyes scanned and made a quick count, before I said, "Seven. Damn good."

"It's been a horny Saturday morning for men it seems", this married fag ass
said. "There are days like that - when every man in town seems to bust one,
you know?"

"Huh ha", I replied as I gestured for him to turn around and bend over. And
he followed instructions like the whore he was. Hell, this married
businessman was, literally, as busy - even busier - than most any street
walker in the city.

I pumped his ass, the entire time looking at all the used, semen-filled
rubbers littering the booth. I could see the thick whiteness in them - one
had some of the pearly goo running out but not much was lost from it. These
sure all did look like recent blown nut loads. They looked damn fresh.

I ejaculated in the rubber and tapped the public use ass' left butt cheek
to let him know I was done.

Then I dawdled, quite purposefully. I dawdled enough looking at the monitor
that I accomplished exactly what I'd wanted - he left the booth.

That's when I quickly gathered up my rubber and the other seven rubbers
left there. I tied off each and stuffed them into my front pockets. I even
moved my car keys to a back pocket to make sure nothing punctured the latex
of any of them.

And knowing what I had in my pockets, I sprung another super woody - not to
be missed in my beige slacks. When I opened the booth door, I could see the
eyes of four different hallway cruisers immediately go to my crotch.

Before leaving the arcade, I knew I needed to let a couple of more
cocksuckers to enjoy my big dick. So I went into a booth which I knew had a
gloryhole on either wall. The moment I locked the booth door, I heard
cocksuckers occupy the booths on either side.

I stood there as I fed a dollar bill into the monitor and already felt two
hands, as they reached in through the large gloryholes, both groping for my
bulge and zipper tab.

I let the hands of two different and very hungry strange men have their way
as they took turns running fingers up and down the length of my erection
through my slacks. Then finally I turned and let the cocksucker on the
right unzip me.

In a moment or so I was threading my big erect cock through the gloryhole
and right into a very warm, sucking mouth. The guy was good - probably one
of those regulars who blow every other man who wanders into the arcades. He
was real good and just too at home slurping on a big boner coming at him
through a hole.

After a few minutes of being down this guy's throat, I pulled back - making
the guy groan (but what do I care - he's just a stranger). I shuffled over
to the other gloryhole and let that cocksucker have something to eat,
too. He also was pretty good. And he used his fingers to stroke my nuts as
he sucked.

After going back and forth a few times, maybe fifteen minutes of swapping
throats, I was ready to feed. And I knew that both these strangers were
deserving of having a wad of my cum to eat.

So although I started pumping my load into the gulping mouth of the one on
my right, I pulled out, turned and shot the rest of my testicular fluid
into the mouth on the left.

I think their reaction was as it always is - neither is happy not to get
the entire load but as cumpigs, they understood and were probably on some
level happy for the other to have gotten a taste of genuine breeder batter.

I hitched up my slacks and handed each man one of the rubbers which I had
brought along in case none of these cum sluts had one on them that morning.

Neither guy knew why I'd given him one. But I looked through the holes and
saw each was "finishing up" as they jerked off, the taste of my semen still
on each of their breaths.

I made a pumping gesture and among guys in a XXX, they knew what I was
telling them to do. They both, rather to my surprise really, opened the
foil packet and rolled the rubber onto their shaft.

I didn't much watch them jerk off since that doesn't do anything for
me. But peripherally I knew when each had ejaculated. It was only then that
I indicated to each that he should hand back to me their filled rubber
through the gloryhole.

And again, rather surprising me, each guy did. Seeing that they seemed to
be in their thirties, I sensed they were savvy enough to know what's
what. I doubt that could have known what I wanted their semen for - but why
ask questions when someone wants the stuff your nuts make? They may want to
do something real cool with it.

I took their filled rubbers (and one had really cummed in his like a
fucking bull had filled the latex) and tied them off.

I left the arcade and drove straight home. I had ten filled condoms on me
and had to get them out of my pockets since I hadn't planned to ever have
ten loaded rubbers on me - ever. And even though they were well tied off,
even as each might have leaked just a tiny bit of semen, when ten rubbers
do that, your slacks develop a dark wet, sticky "collective puddle" after a
while.

I called out although I hadn't seen my wife's car in the driveway. I went
into the kitchen and saw a note reading, "11:30 a.m.'Went to Sabre
Mall. See you this afternoon! I'll make chicken for dinner!" had been left
on the table and written in my wife's handwriting.

I was a bit disappointed since I had ten juicy used rubbers on me and I
presumed that my son had gone to the mall with his mother.

So I went into the bathroom and pulled all ten rubbers out of my pocket and
laid them out on the counter. The interiors of my two front pockets were
gooey from cum which had leaked and mixed a bit from the various
rubbers. Fortunately, other than a tint leak, all the rubbers remained
loaded in semen. Hell, I had ten genetic lines lying out in front of me -
you could make babies out of this stuff.

I washed my hands and then went to my bedroom to change my slacks.

When I returned from the laundry room, where I had tossed those slacks into
the washing machine, I popped back into the bathroom in order to move the
rubbers to somewhere else so I could leave them out later that night.

But when I went to the sink, I saw ten trails faint of semen slime but no
rubbers. My heart pounded and I darted out to the kitchen. I was afraid
that my wife had gotten home.

But I wondered how I would have missed that so I went to the driveway and
saw only my car there. I went back into the kitchen and everything was
still and silent.

I called out, "Hello?" once again as I stood there in just my skivvies and
a polo-style shirt.

"HELLO?", I called out again.

"Yeah?", I could hear my son's voice call out from his bedroom.

"YOU'RE HOME?", I shouted back to him.

"Uh ha", he replied still not coming out of his room.

I walked down to his bedroom door and through it asked, "Have you been home
all this time?"

"Uh ha", he replied, still not opening his door.

"You didn't go with your mother?", I asked.

"No, I didn't want to...", he answered.

"Why didn't you answer when I got home?", I asked.

"I dunno", Kyle replied. He then finally opened his bedroom door. "I guess
I didn't hear you?"

He looked so cute and sweet - you'd have barely known he was a lying little
cumpig.

"I glanced past his shoulder into his room. His computer was on but there
were used rubbers all over his bed or anything immediately
noticeable. Although, and maybe it's just we men, but I could smell the
distinct aroma of latex and semen emanating from my kid's room.

So I knew that he had all those semen-loaded used rubbers in there with
him.

I smiled to myself as I could see my son was looking at my underwear but
trying to pretend he wasn't.

I didn't push it though. I thought having his old man's cum and the cum of
another nine men in his room ought to be enough to hold him for a while.

I never heard him mention to whoever it was he would talk to over the
Internet, but after three months of my bring home to him several
sperm-snack bags, I had to figure that the thought must have occurred to
him that all that cum couldn't have been coming out of just his dad's
scrotum.

Hell, I'd bring him home five, ten, even eighteen used rubbers one time and
no one but an idiot could continue thinking that just one man was loading
up so many rubbers of semen all on his own. Not even a kid could think his
dad's nuts were that busy sloshing and churning out the batter.

But he sure as damn took to staring at my nuts any opportunity he got as he
developed quite the ravenous hunger for all that scrotum goo. I'd laugh
thinking to myself, "If you're hooked on those amounts of cum, son, you're
definitely going to grow up to be one of those public use cumpigs.


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