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### The Littlest Entrepreneur, Part 1

Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 12:42:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: mghj4dads smith <mghj4dads@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 1

The Littlest Entrepreneur
Part 1
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mghj4dads@yahoo.com


Warning:

Hopefully, at this moment, most of you fine gentlemen readers are finding
yourselves doing the exact same thing.

Having read the title and knowing that "littlest" means "littlest" in a
Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE story, you've perhaps started to lean slightly forward
in your chairs, monitor glowing in your face, sweat on your upper lip, lust
in your heart - a special lust connecting you to those thousands and
thousands of other men just like yourself who are all at this exact same
moment also thinking the same nasty thoughts and wanting to do the same
nasty stuff - and even probably wishing it could be together (and aimed at
one special lil'guy).

And perhaps you're already rubbing your bulge some, fiddling with your
zipper thinking about just going for it - opening your slacks as you get
prepped to read what you hope will be a story that you just know that
you're wife would never ever understand - (nor should she -as that would
make it less fun, shall we say). Open them...for me, the author. Its been a
long night or a hard day at work or it was torture to be at your son`s swim
meet earlier this evening - go ahead, pull down your trousers. Give your
nasty-minded adult-sized boner some room to express itself (just make sure
no one under the legal age can get an eyeful of what you got there).

You may very well be a "real live dad" who would very much like to see his
son (or the sons of other dads) turn "entrepreneurial" like the tot in our
story (even helping to set one up in a similar business). But doing so
would be illegal.

Of course, its not illegal if you wish to set the little guy's pic next to
your computer as you, er, read, of course. Just try not to hose down the
photo glass (should it get to that point) in your daddy-milk or
granddaddy-milk or uncle-milk or teacher-milk or scoutmaster-milk (could it
be?) priest-milk.

A man, even a father (er, daddy), can read all the `net stories he likes
with trousers at his ankles as he thinks about his own little guy doing all
the things that other men's little guys do in those stories.

But to hitch up one's trousers, yet not bothering to buckle the belt, as
you might otherwise choose to step away from that story - the one all aglow
on your monitor, for instance - in order to willfully pad down the hallway
real quiet-like, to see what your own little rascal is up to in his room,
looking left and then right before slipping into that room, would clearly
be crossing the line between what is acceptable and what is unacceptable
behavior.

And just because you know that his mother, your wife, is downstairs all
busy with some craft project with the girls, does not make it okay for you
to shut your son's bedroom door and ask what how's he's been enjoying
pre-school (the entire time knowing that your slacks aren't even fully
hitched and your erection must be rather evident the way they're tent
poling inside of them).

Doing such things as letting your little guy see his daddy is all excited
inside those slacks as you whisper, "What's your favorite color, son?", all
the while purposefully allowing your tent to press into his shoulder as you
lean over him to reach for his box of Crayola Crayons, is not the same
thing as if you had simply left such desired alone and worked out through
masturbatory reading.

The moment that your son may feel your erection in those slacks press
against him; the moment he asks, "What's inside there daddy?", as he
innocently grabs what you know to be an adult erection of a size which even
your wife can't handle, you have gone too far.

You should have stuck to reading about what you want to do, pants down in
your study - just as millions of other fathers do.

And if you're an unmarried guy (yes, including you priests), well,
obviously the same goes for you. it's a major chasm between reading such a
story and making that decision to pull up the sweat shorts to find a little
guy of your own to impress. Face reality (and repeat to yourself) that you
will never put your huge man-sized erection up along some little cutie's
face in order to see how much longer it is than the boy's entire skull. And
like a mantra, repeat that you will never, ever see your adult penis, no
matter how thick and big and rock hard, between the lips of a little kid.

Such should be a man's determined way of life for committing such acts
would be and is illegal.

Instead, sidle up beside your computer to get in a little heavy
reading. Get those desires which millions of men have in common out of your
system by merely experiencing all vicariously through such literature as is
set before you.

Make a party of it. Such a tale is made all the more arousing when two,
three, even fifteen adult men, dads and single men alike, gather to read it
together. Have a circle jerk as you take turns reading about all the things
men do to the kiddo in the story which follows. Yeah, you know you'd all
like to be there in that story - may even like to be doing it for real
together with one special tot. Heck, bring your kid's school picture and
watch guys shoot their loads on them as you all discuss how good he`d look
in the center of ten huge cocks.

Or pull out your kid's pic when you cruise in the woods. You may be
surprised to find how many men will jerk a load while looking at them with
you. It's even been known that some dads will place their son's pic on the
walls of adult bookstores booths to only return an hour later to find it
streaked in cumshots and numerous scrawled requests for meetings.

It's shocking but true!

But make sure they're just their school pictures (never ever take other
kinds of pictures) make sure...to bring only the pictures, of course. Show
& Tell only goes so far, you know.

But if it goes beyond group masturbation and "reading", RUN!

If one of the fifteen men there offers to run home to get his kid, RUN!

If one suggest that the five of you head to a local park men's room to find
a small sweetie to share, RUN!

If one thinks it might be cool for the seven of you to rent a motel room
and he'll provide his son, RUN!

If five men in a XXX want to go back to your house for a little party with
your two-year-old, RUN!

Why run? Because no good would ever come out of staying. Where the fun may
start, so, too, do all assorted illegalities for those men who want to take
reading into reality.

Additionally, if you're a horny kid, even a teen, technically, you should
not be reading this. So, pack the hard boner back into your jeans and go
skatin' or surfin' or something. There is some silly rule that although
hunky little teen kids can certainly masturbate, they're not suppose to be
accessing those things that help a guy along in his masturbation. I know
its weird, but its true. So, if you're a minor, just look at some "Home
Alone" poster and jerk off (or something).

If you're in a location where the reading of such material is not
permissible, click on over to "Heidi", the on-line version, now. We are
sorry, but full grown men in Sector A may milk the daddy utter to anything
they like while in Sector B, the full grown men there are not allowed to
milk their daddy utter to anything but top news stories and on-line
horoscopes.

The following story is intended for that vast audience of adult men who all
share the however perverse, relatively common, although generally
most-secretive, of male desires. It is not, therefore, written for any
reader who does not share in these interests or secret lusts.




NOTE: A very special thanks to all of you who have written such wonderful
letters to me. You all have the right spirit, if I do say so myself. I'm
happy to see that so many adult erections are caused by my stories (and
that you're keeping them in line by just restraining yourselves to just
"reading").

And a very extra special shout out to a reader who is a particular fan of
"A Christmas Present for Daddy" (also by me and available at Nifty). Your
letters were fabulous in their desire and detail. I am so humbled that you
seem to understand my work so thoroughly. I hope that it proves equally
inspirational to others. As we have come to know, these stories, contain
much truth - most especially perhaps about men and dads.



The Littlest Entrepreneur
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE



All the other kids in the neighborhood were older than he and seemed to
have already cornered the market on all the good businesses - making it
seem impossible that a seven-year-old like Rudy could open and operate any
sort of business all on his own.

As one might see in so many other Las Vegas neighborhoods where he lived,
there was a lemonade stand on this corner and a Kool-aid stand on that
corner. And high school pep teams had a corner on the car wash market.

A really big kid just down the street, Tommy McGuire, controlled the local
newspaper route. And the same aggressive Girl Scout with braces and
freckles - and an attitude - sold what seemed like crates of ThinMints year
after year making it impossible for any other tot on the block to ever try
making a buck off a lowly homemade cookies. But it seemed understandable to
the littlest kids since that girl was in the junior high as was were the
twin sisters who ran a "very powerful lemonade stand" (as they were sure to
warn any other kid on the block who even dared to compete with their
business).

But despite being the youngest on his block, being in only the second
grade, Rudy, started thinking himself a "big boy", too. After all, he
wasn't in the first grade anymore. And he knew how to count real well. And
he even knew that to buy things, a person needed to make money.

So just as he turned seven and the school year began, Rudy had landed a
space right along side the shoe shine man inside the huge men's room in the
casino hotel where his dad was a pit boss.

Well, actually, he hadn't landed the job - his dad had arranged it for
him. And it wasn't much of a job really. But his dad liked his son's
entrepreneurial, money-making drive none-the-less.

It would be only for two hours a day, every other day, right after school
and then three hours a day on the weekends, but Rudy could earn a dollar
each time a man wanted a "Super- Duper Buff Your Duffs", (as Rudy called
his business with help over the phone from his grandpa who lived in Long
Island), given to his shoes after the hotel casino's professional shoe
shine man had shined them.

Rudy's daddy was a very important man in the casino and knew all the people
who worked there so he worked a few angles and it was okayed that Rudy work
there as long as he followed all the rules.

At first, Rudy`s mom, Mrs. Marcione, expressed some concern for their young
son's safety wandering around such a huge casino. And even though it was
just a stand like any lemonade stand, she wanted to be sure he wasn't used
for actual "work" after school.

And Mr. Marcione, one night at their family dinner table, leaned back in
his chair, wiped his mouth of the mostaccoli his wife had prepared and
laughed. "Babe, don't worry. It's just for Rudy to have some fun, earn a
little piggy bank money. `Sides, I know all the Security guys. They'll keep
an eye peeled at that men's room door anytime our little guy is there."

"Yeah, Tony, but it's a big place and...strangers from everywhere", Rudy's
mom replied as she dished up another portion of pasta for her
husband. "Besides, Security ain't inside where the shoe shiner is."

"No, they ain't", Mr. Marcione admitted as Rudy and his big sister listened
closely. "But God, I know Stan pretty good. He's a good guy."

"Who's Stan, daddy?", Rudy's sister asked.

"He's the man I'm going to help", Rudy said beamingly as he sat up tall in
his chair. "isn't that right, daddy? Stan is going to do the real shoe
stuff. But then men can get a super buff from me. Right daddy? Mommy isn't
saying no, is she?"

"No, she ain't", Mr. Marcione replied authoritatively. "She just wants in
on the scoop, lil'monkey."

Rudy sat back in his seat all relieved. He was afraid his mother was about
to ruin his chance to earn some piggy bank money.

"Stan's been workin' the shoe stand for something like eighteen years,
babe", Mr. Marcione said to his wife. "He's married, even got grandkids, I
think. He already agreed to the idea - and to keep on eye on the lil'monkey
here."

"I just don't know...", Mrs.Marcione said. "I mean, aren't there laws
. He's just seven, Tony."

"And all that means is our Rudy can't walk through the casino itself",
Mr. Marcione stated. "You hear that, monkey? I don't wanna ever see you
ever wandering across the casino floor. Ever. That's the one no-no. Got
it?"

Rudy nodded his head as he took a sip of his milk.

"I mean, it, Rudy", Mr. Marcione said. "Don't you go walking through the
casino - where the games are, the machines. Even if its to talk to
me. Don't."

"You could get fired, right daddy?", Rudy's older sister stated. "People
get tossed out for letting their kids walk through the casino. Isn't that
right, daddy? Ginny's mom works at Burning Hole Casino and she says lots of
guests get asked to leave if they can't keep their kids in line."

"Well, that won't happen to our Rudy here at Hadrian's Palace, Nickie",
Mr. Marcione said. "The shoe shine stand is just as you enter the casino's
biggest men's restroom. But since its technically located in a free zone
between the Imperial shops and the casino, it's not officially casino
floor. So long as Rudy enters through either the shops, the front desk or
the pool areas, he's fine to go!"

"Don't get daddy fired, noodle face", Nickie firmly stated as she looked at
he little brother. "You don't want to have us have to move into a trailer
or something, do you?"

Rudy sheepishly shrunk back into his seat and shook his head. "No, I don't
wanna get daddy in trouble."

The following day, right after school, Rudy's mom dropped him off at the
Employee's entrance of Hadrian's Palace where he father was standing, along
with two other men, who were also dressed in fine suits and ties.

As Mrs. Marcione pulled away from the curb, Rudy ran to his daddy,
smiling. He hugged his daddy tightly around his waist. He was both excited
a little scared. The casino building was so enormous and this was a real
job he'd be starting. Rudy wondered if perhaps having stayed home after
school watching cartoons was really all that bad a thing after all.

"This is your boy?", one of the other well-dressed men asked as he reached
out his hand to Rudy. "Why, that's a good-looking kid you got there, Tony."

Rudy beamed as did his dad.

"Rudy", Mr. Marcione said, "This is Mr. Longiniggi, my boss..."

And Rudy said a bigger hello to the tall, slightly gray-haired man who was
shaking his hand. "Hi Mr...Longi..gi?"

"You may just call me Mr. Long. How `bout that?" the man said with a
wink. "I don't want you getting into a tongue twister on your very first
day."

"And you're real, real tall", Rudy said innocently. "So I can remember that
easy then."

"Yeah, tall", laughed the third man, who was a bit younger but also in his
forties like his daddy. "Tall down to your knee..."

Rudy didn't get the joke at all even though his dad chuckled nervously as
he went on to introduce the other man who had made the joke, . "And this is
Mr. Roddick", Mr. Marcione said, "He is Chief of Security here at Hadrian's
Palace."

"...And a very, very good friend of your daddy's", Mr. Roddick said as he
took his turn shaking the small boy's hand. As he talked, all that Rudy
could think of as he looked up and down the man`s physique is how he looked
like a major football star or something.

"My staff and I promised your daddy and Mr. Longiniggi to keep a very close
on you. So you have nothing to fear about under our roof here", Mr. Roddick
continued to say.

"But, of course, his protection begins and ends here", Mr. Long jested. "At
home, I think you're on your own, Rudy. Isn't that right, Tony?"

The four entered the building and walked down what seemed to be a mile long
corridor. It was all very bland and to Rudy looked something like the
hallways at his school. They passed one or two people who said hello to
Mr. Long. But Rudy was getting an empty pit in his tummy.

As they approached an unmarked door, Mr. Long abruptly stopped in his
tracks and said, "Well, this is where I leave you." The tall man then
looked down at Rudy and shook his hand again. "Good luck to you, my fine
young boy. Make a lot of money. That's what we always strive to do here at
Hadrian's Palace."

Mr. Long then shook the hand of Mr. Roddick. And as he shook the hand of
Rudy's daddy, "Your little guy is a charmer. He just might draw more
customers to that shoeshine stand than I thought when I first heard the
suggestion. You need that when working solely on tips."

"I make a dollar a buff", Rudy stated.

The men chuckled as Mr. Longiniggi said, "Well, Hadrian's can't have you
making money that way. But you are certainly welcome to all the tips that
men wish to give you."

Rudy looked upset as he quietly said, "I don't get a dollar a buff?"

"No, son", his father said. "That wouldn't be legal - to have a child
charge for services under Hadrian's Palace's roof..."

"We are not your typical corner Kool-aid stand, after all", Mr. Longiniggi
said with a smile.

"But then I don't get any money?", Rudy said on the verge of tears.

"Oh, you'll see money, kid", Mr. Roddick piped up. "Men toss away cash for
any service rendered here..."

"You can't charge, monkey", Rudy's daddy stated. "But Mr. Longiniggi made
it okay for you to work here...if you just ask the men for tips. Okay? You
understand?"

Rudy shook his head as he muttered, "But I wanted to feed dollars to my
piggy."

"Your piggy?", Mr. Longiniggi asked.

"His piggy bank...at home", Mr. Marcione said. "The wife and I are trying
to teach him to earn and save money."

"That's what I thought", the casino boss said. "Best to teach them
young. The younger, the better, I've always said."

"Kid, you don't want straight pay anyhow. Working for tips is the way to
go", Mr. Roddick said as he saw the child's upset. "All the cocktail
waitresses work for tips and, heck, they own cars and boats and boob jobs."

"Really? Boob jobs?", Rudy asked as he held back a sniffle. "What's a boob
job?"

"Never you mind that. The hotel just asks that you don't charge the men a
dollar, son", Rudy's daddy interjected.

Then Mr. Longiniggi said, "Not when they'll give you $20 or even $50 if
they like what you do for them."

"See?", Rudy's daddy said. "You can actually earn more than a dollar by not
asking for a dollar. Understand now?"

"I think so", the boy replied.

"This is the casino world, Rudy", Mr. Longiniggi stated. "And you'll learn
fast that men hand out money for any service that pleases them."

"And a dollar, quite frankly, kid", Mr. Roddick interjected, "Well, it
really isn't anything in a casino. These guys will give you more than that
just for telling them the correct time."

"You make our customers happy and we'll all see how this little experiment
works out for all involved", the casino boss stated. "I assured your father
that your time won't be wasted, Rudy."

And with that, Mr. Longiniggi disappeared into a hidden elevator which was
behind the plain door.

Walking just a dew steps further, Mr. Marcione pushed at a double set of
doors and suddenly Rudy was immersed into what seemed a totally different
world. The silence of the drab corridor gave way to a burst of color and
spinning lights and people and noises. It was both exciting and scary to
the little boy.

"One must walk this way", Mr. Roddick said rather firmly. "Come out these
doors and immediately go to the right..."

"Hear that Rudy?", Mr. Marcione asked his son. "Never go through the casino
area over there. Go to your right and down that way. Got that?"

Rudy's eyes scanned the floor looking at all the different people as he
nodded. "Huh ha", he muttered as he watched a tall man in a light blue suit
carrying a small white bucket walk passed him. What had caught Rudy's
notice was how enormous the man's bulge looked in his pants.

"Rudy? Rudy. Rudy!?", his father's voice said as he tried to catch his
son's attention away from what he noticed his son to be staring at. "Over
here, son."

Rudy broke his stare from the man who had sat on a stool not more than
twenty feet from where they stood, his legs spread wide, his bulge looking
even huger as he fed this weird machine a bunch of coins.

"He seems taken with casino action", Mr. Roddick chuckled as he, too,
noticed where Rudy's eyes were fixed. "I think you were right, Tony. I
think your little guy will be one happy camper when he sees his work site."

The three walked along the elaborately patterned carpeted thoroughfare
which lead to the hotel shops and acted as a divider between the casino and
the rest of the hotel.

"Don't ever go beyond that point, son", Mr. Marcione said as he pointed to
the gaming floor. "If you do..."

"If you do...", Mr. Roddick interrupted, saying in a falsely stern manner,
"...one of my security people or myself personally will have to immediately
kick your little butt out of here."

"And you won't be able to come back", Rudy's daddy told him. "No more job,
no money. Got it?"

Rudy crossed his heart as he pledged to never ever enter the gaming
floor...ever.

The two men led the tot right passed several kiosks which sold casino
souvenirs and directly in through the wide passageway that was beneath a
sign which read, "Men's Restroom".

"Your new office, Rudy", the Chief of Security said as they went around the
first corner and stood before a row of chairs mounted high on a platform.

Rudy didn't see any bathroom things as he looked all around. He tugged his
daddy's suit coat sleeve and whispered, "This is a men's room?"

The two men then chuckled and led the boy several more steps and around
another corner where many men stood at two rows of urinals. "Is that what
you meant?", Mr .Marcione asked as he pointed to the sinks and various men
standing taking a piss.

"Oh, it's a restroom, alright", Mr. Roddick said as he watched several men
suddenly zip up and quickly walk passed him without even bothering to wash
their hands.

Mr. Roddick, tapping his radio and badge, joked to Rudy's daddy, "Seeing
these always scares some off..."

The Chief of Security's joke though was confusing to the small boy and
prompted him to ask, "How come a radio would do that?"

Mr. Roddick laughed and Mr. Marcione put his hands on both of his son's
shoulders, lightly squeezing them as if to hope he'd stop asking questions.

"Leave it at - not every man standing at a urinal is always peeing son",
Mr. Marcione quietly said to his son.

"Then what are they doing...?", Rudy wondered as he looked some more at the
dozen or so men who remained standing at the row of thirty urinals. And as
he looked -even Mr. Roddick and his daddy could see - a man's huge penis
hung in full view as he urinated. He was a tall older man who stood at an
end urinal nearest them. The man didn't even seem to notice that people
could see his whole penis as it peed.

"Uh, what you say we find Stan", Mr. Marcione said, as he cleared his
throat and directed his son's body to exit the restroom area. "Where was
he?"

"He should be back any minute", Mr. Roddick said as they went back to the
shoeshine area. He then used his radio to ask someone, "P788...seen Stan,
the Man anywhere...over?"

"P001...STM spotted returning...passing Spa elevators...coming in your
direction...over."

"P788 thanks", Mr. Roddick said. "He should be here any second", he added.

As many different men, coming and going from the men's room, passed the
trio, suddenly a tall, broad shouldered man in a gray and white uniform and
with a full head of dark gray hair, entered from the main corridor. His
face lit up as he looked directly at Rudy.

And as he made a beeline to the trio, the man smiled as he asked, "Is this
my new assistant in these parts?"

"Hi Stan", Mr. Marcione said as he shook the shoe shiner's hand.

"Hey there, Stan", Mr. Roddick then said as he too shook his hand. "Out to
lunch?"

"Yeah, grabbed a quick bite in the Rostra Diner...good tuna steak sandwich
there", Stan replied. He then looked down at Rudy and reached out his hand,
"So, you must be Rudy."

Rudy shook the man's hand and smiled. "Huh ha. I'm your new helper."

"I am sure you will be", the man said as he quickly tousled Rudy's dark
brown hair. "Look at those blue eyes!", the man then added. "You'll pick up
lots of tips with those peepers, kid."

Mr. Marcione smiled and asked what all Rudy would be doing.

"Look right over here", the man said as he led them all to the large shoe
shine stand - a row of six luxurious leather and chrome chairs with shoe
rests mounted to each. Everything seemed to glow as the halogen lights
glinted off the metal and leather of the chairs as well as the white marble
walls and platform. "I even got the print department to make a sign for
your chair."

He reached behind the marble platform and pulled out a large foam core sign
board that read:

"Rudy's Super- Duper Buff Your Duffs Here This chair only ALL TIPS
APPRECIATED"

"Wow!" Rudy said as his jaw opened wide, causing the men chuckle.

"Look, son", Mr. Marcione said as he pointed to the sign. "Just like you
named it." He then turned to Stan and said, "That was awful nice of
you. Its like a real business."

"Well, it is a real business", Stan said as he put the sign to the side of
the furthest shoeshine chair along the wall. "This will be your chair,
little guy. When I shine a man's shoes, I'll tell him he can have a super
buff from you for just the price of another small tip."

"Cool", Rudy beamed.

"But if they don't want one, you can't complain", Stan said.

"Never complain to a customer here, son", Mr. Marcione. "That's rule number
two right after staying out of the gaming area."

"If a man doesn't want a super buff - even from a cutie like yourself - you
can't get mad or say anything."

"You do what Hadrian's Palace patrons want you to do and you'll do nothing
but make money, kid", Mr. Roddick said. "They want you to do something, do
it. You can't always ask for money..."

"...Don't always need to", Rudy's daddy interjected.

"These guys are free with the tips, kid", Mr. Roddick stated. "Do what they
want and you'll make your dollars without even asking."

With that, the chief of security again used his radio, "P788, P001
exiting. Tot07 in place...keep an eye out, okay...over?'

"P001...gotcha ...with pleasure...over."

He then turned to the other three and said, "Well, I have blackjack
criminals to watch. I have to leave you." He then squatted next to Rudy,
and as he did, the boy couldn't help but notice the enormous basket the man
had inside his dark blue suit. "And you, little fella...it was a pleasure
to meet you...you be a good little worker. I'm in and out of here - like my
security staff is sometimes...so I'll be sure to be seeing you hard at work
sometime real soon."

He patted the boy's cheek and, standing up again, he joked to Mr. Marcione,
"How you get a kid who's such a looker, you lucky dog?"

Mr. Roddick then exited the men's room and disappeared into the busy
casino.

"Son, I have to get back to work, too", Rudy's dad told him. "You do
everything that Stan here tells you to do. Okay? He's been here many years
and has kids of his own..."

"Grandkids, too, don't forget", Stan said with a grin.

"Stan has grandkids probably not much younger than...", Mr. Marcione
started to say.

"He's seven, right?", Stan interrupted.

"Yeah, I just turned seven a week ago", Rudy announced proud to be a big
boy.

"Well, then I have one grandchild who is older than you, young man", Stan
stated. "My granddaughter back in Houston just turned nine."

"Hear that?", Mr. Marcione said sternly to his son. "So you listen to
everything Stan tells you. Got that?"

Rudy nodded his head.

"He has my permission to tell you to do - whatever he thinks you should be
doing in here." Mr. Marcione said. "Got that?"

Rudy nodded.

"And no complaining", his father said. "Otherwise, you won't be back."

"I swear I'll do anything and everything Stan tells me, daddy.", Rudy swore
as he crossed his heart.

"That's my good boy", Mr. Marcione said. "I think you'll be right at home
here, son."

As he spoke, Rudy's father noticed that his son's glance was once again
diverted to the crotch of yet another strange man who passed by them.

"Your son seems a natural for this joint", Stan said as he watched the tot
look at the prominent basket of a man who passed wearing a big Stetson,
tight jeans and a western shirt.

"You be a good boy and buff those duffs real good, son", Rudy's father said
as he saw his son looking at all the men below their belt buckles as they
passed back and forth. "Got that? And remember, a Marcione don't do no job
half-assed, son."

"I know daddy", Rudy said, proud to be a Marcione.

"Well, then, I'm going to let Stan here put you to work, monkey", Rudy's
father said as he kissed his son goodbye and headed back to the casino
floor.

"I`m sure your little guy will love working the men`s room with me", Stan
said as he then turned his attention to man who had hopped up onto one of
his shoeshine chairs.

For the whole first hour, no one wanted a super buff from Rudy.

But then, just as Rudy was getting bored and down-hearted, Stan, who had
been almost too busy to talk, directed a man to move down to the boy's
special chair.

"Rudy, this man here wants you to give him a super buffing!", the shoeshine
man almost shouted. A few men who were passing them even chuckled as they
heard that. One stranger, heading to the men's room area even joked, "Damn,
I could use a super buffing right about now myself!" causing several more
men to nervously laugh.

Rudy's first customer was a big, nice looking man in a suit and a striped
tie. He was balding but had a real nice smile as he moved into Rudy's
chair.

"Do a good job on him, kid", Stan said. "This is Mr. Petrillo, he manages
the Cartier store here at Hadrian's."

"Cart-e-ay?", Rudy asked.

"Jewels, son, big jewels", the large man laughed with a smile, as he sat
and placed his right shoe upon a rest. As he did so, his left leg spread
wide enough for Rudy to notice the heavy, prominent lump inside the man's
trousers."

"Mr. Petrillo here's got some of the biggest jewels in the whole
place...ain't that right, Joe?", Stan said as he made sure that Rudy has
his good buffing brush to use on the Cartier manager's expensive Italian
shoes.

"It's a jewelry store, son", Mr. Petrillo said as he swung out his free leg
slightly, making his bulge more apparent with each movement.

"Do a good job on him", Stan nicely ordered. "Mr. Petrillo likes his shoes
to reflect up, don't you, Joe?"

"Only when I'm in here", Mr. Petrillo replied. "One wants to know what
one's getting, after all when you're back there."

The Cartier manager nodded his head in the direction of the men's room
which totally confused Rudy.

The man's shoe was enormous and Rudy didn't even much know how to go about
buffing it.

"What's the matter, son?" Mr. Petrillo asked as he stared at the tot
between his legs.

"You have real big shoes!", Rudy stated as he stared mesmerized by the well
polished black leather oxfords.

Mr. Petrillo wiggled his toes and then tapped his foot once or twice as
they both stared at his right shoe. He said, "Yeah, I guess they do catch
attention under the stalls..."

"Under the stalls?", Rudy asked innocently.

"Size 13's, son, always catch the attention of those looking for something
big...", Mr. Petrillo said, confusing the boy even more.

"Yo, Joe", Stan interrupted indicating the customer in his own chair.

"You like them? My shoe there is big isn`t it, son?", Mr. Petrillo asked.

"Yeah, it's huge!", Rudy said as he weakly began to run the buffer across
the tip of it.

Mr. Petrillo laughed at the tot's comment and said, "I've heard that a few
times but never during a shoe shining."

Suddenly, the man in Stan's chair, a man in Planet Hollywood polo-style
shirt, leaned over slightly and said, "If you really like `em real big,
baby. I wear a 14". The man then sat back and laughed heartily.

Rudy smiled at the other man, looking at him with his bright blue eyes and
then looking down at the man's shoes as he asked, "How come some men's feet
are so big and other men's aren't?"

That really set the three men to laughing, and even two men walking by
chuckled as they'd overheard the boy's question.

"Hey, Stan, have him stand next to the youknowwhats a while back there and
he'll catch on quick", Mr. Petrillo joked as he again nodded to the urinals
area.

Rudy wasn't much of a shoeshine boy. But then again, he never claimed to
be. He ran the buffer across Mr. Petrillo's right shoe and few times and
then across his left shoe a few times. With each pass, the man's smiled
down at the boy and even once winked saying it felt good.

But of course, since Stan had already shone the shoes, Rudy's buffing
skills didn't really need to be "super duper" as the sign read. And
although surely some may have hoped otherwise, the man seemed to understand
what the kid was there for - to make a couple of bucks being
entrepreneurial of spirit.

And when Mr. Petrillo was all done, (done because Rudy's small gave out
holding the large buffing brush), he thanked the boy profusely and let Rudy
stare at his large basket a while as he dug inside his suit coat for his
wallet.

Without a word, he handed the small child a bill and then rose from the
chair. Rudy almost thought the man's pants seemed even more prominent at
his zipper than before. "That's all for you, son. That was a pleasure."

Stan waved at Mr. Petrillo as he walked away. He then leaned to Rudy and
asked, "What he give you?"

Rudy held out a hundred dollar bill and his jaw dropped.

As did Stan's.

As did the man's in Stan's chair who, seeing the money, smirked and said,
"Hell, it doesn't pay to be physician anymore."

"Put that away, Rudy", Stan instructed the child. "See? I knew tips would
come your way. Blue eyes, seven-years-old...give `em what they want..."

As Stan helped Rudy to tuck away the tip into his front pocket, the other
man hopped down and moved to Rudy's chair. "Me next", the man said as he
wagged his large shoe in Rudy's face. "Might be worth the while."

Rudy buffed the man's shoe for all of four minutes as the man sat with his
legs open, and his bulge quite obviously displayed in his light beige
trousers. Rudy couldn't stop looking between the man's legs at the way he
could see what almost looked like the man's nuts and a length of penis
pushing against the material.

He then looked up and his eyes met the man's. "You like your work, don't
you baby boy?"

Rudy just nodded as his eyes returned to the man's bulge. As he slowly,
almost absent-mindedly ran the buffer across the a man's shoe, the man in
his chair quite obviously shifted his body weight some, giving the little
guy a better eyeful of his crotch.

No one was in Stan's chair and so, as he straightened up his assortment of
shoe polishes, he listened to the man quietly talking to Rudy.

As the man wiggled his foot once or twice beneath Rudy's small hand, he
asked the boy, "Feel how big and heavy my shoe is, baby boy? That's a big
man's shoe, right?"

Rudy nodded as he kept staring directly between the man's legs.

"You think big stops there?", the man asked, almost in a whisper.

Rudy shrugged his shoulders, not quite making the connection.

"Hey Stan", the man suddenly said.

"Yeah, what is it, Frankie?", Stan replied with a knowing grin.

"Can your buffer here take a real quick little break?", the man asked as he
nodded toward Rudy.

"Uh, sure", Stan said as he glanced around. "Its pretty quite right now."

"You want to take a real short break...with me, baby boy?", the man asked
as he pulled his shoe off the platform and out of Rudy's reach.

"Sure", Rudy immediately said, thrilled to be anywhere near this man and
his crotch. "Where?"

"Stan, we'll be back in a sec", the man said to the shoeshine man. "I just
want to show our little fellow here something real fast."

Again, Stan glanced around and indeed, the flow of foot traffic had
slowly. "Yeah, fine. Go for it."

The man stood up and climbed down from the shoe shine platform. "Come with
me, baby", he said to Rudy. "How old are you, by the way?"

"Seven", Rudy stated proudly.

"Seven. Holy ...set that there down ", the man said as he pointed to the
buffer in Rudy's hand. "And come with me a sec."

"Is it okay?", Rudy asked Stan.

Stan looked around and then nodded.

"'Just going to show him something", the man again said. "We'll be all of
two minutes."

With that, the man indicated for Rudy to follow him into the men's room
where the man then strode right up to a urinal.

There were only two other men at urinals at that moment and they just
seemed to be standing there quietly even though both turned their heads
when Rudy and the man had turned the corner.

Without a word, the man nodded his head, indicating that Rudy should stand
at the urinal right beside his.

The other two men looked over silently as they continued to stand at their
respective urinals.

The man, standing and towering over Rudy, now almost acted as if he weren't
even with boy. He faced the marble tiled wall and unzipped his beige
trousers as Rudy watched.

The two other men also watched - slightly confused and fascinated.

The man whose shoes Rudy had just buffed then proceeded to pull from his
trouser fly, a huge slug of adult penis. Although it wasn't even more than
semi-erect, it hung long, thick and meaty. The man in the Planet Hollywood
polo shirt then stepped back a few inches from the urinal in order to give
Rudy a real good eyeful of his extra long penis.

Rudy's mouth opened as he had never seen a grown up's penis before. His
mouth, though, spontaneously began to water, or salivate, as he looked at
the man's penis. That had never happened to the boy ever before - not even
for ice cream.

The man didn't pee or anything like that. He just let his penis, which was
about six inches soft, hang from his fly as he allowed the little boy to
take a good, long look at it.

Then, slowly, and without even touching himself, the man let his penis grow
harder and harder and bigger and bigger. It grew out straight and even
huger right before Rudy's eyes. The man's penis grew from super big to
something that looked as long and thick as the whole entire length of
Rudy's arm.

Still, without even touching himself, the man looked down at the little boy
who was staring directly at his erection - and he made his erection jump
and "dance" for the little guy. He just stood there, his arms akimbo as he
made his erection bounce and throb in order to amuse the kid as well as
impress him.

And impress him he did. Rudy stared so openly at the erection that it made
the two other men feel comfortable enough to move down to the urinals on
the just other side of the man.

Now Rudy had a perfect view of not one, but three adult men's penises as
they pointed out hard toward their respective urinals. The two other men
were beating off as they watched the man expose himself so boldly to a
little boy. And seeing that the little boy was loving the show, these two
men found themselves openly showing off to him as well.

Suddenly, the man whose shoes he'd buffed, whispered, "Keep watching, baby
boy" and almost immediately these powerful blasts of milky white stuff
began to shoot out of the man's huge erection. The man's penis shot and
shot the stuff again and again several times directly into and all over the
urinal.

Rudy had never before seen anything like that in his whole life and without
even thinking, he reached his hand into the path of the milky liquid just
to be sure it wasn't pee. And as he did so, his small hand became coated in
the thick semen of the man.

Himself surprised that the boy had done that, the man groaned, his knees
buckling slightly as he looked down to watch the last two shots coat the
boy's hand as if in a glove of silkiness.

"Fuuuuuck", one of the other men next to them said as he jerked his own
cock on final time before Rudy could see that, that man, too, some man in
Texas Ranger's jacket, was shooting that same milky stuff into his urinal.

Then, suddenly, it became busy again as more men came into the urinals
area. And the man who had been with Rudy quickly stuffed his big cock back
into his beige trousers and pointed for the boy to follow him out.

Back at the shoeshine stand, within not more than all of five minutes, Stan
nervously smiled before asking the man, "How did it go?"

"Great", the man quietly said as he nodded toward Rudy's hand still coated
in shiny, sticky semen. Before Stan could hand Rudy a paper hand towel, the
boy was licking his fingers.

"Oh man", the man said as he tried to shield Rudy's actions a bit from the
various men who passed by them as they either entered or exited the
restroom area. "I didn't know he'd do that...eat that all up kid, that's a
good little guy", the man muttered as several men passed by, at first,
mostly unaware.

"Rudy, come on, use this", Stan said, as he handed the boy a towel.

But Rudy ignored Stan and so he two men could nothing but chuckle as they
watched the seven-year-old lick up every glop of semen that had coated his
little hand.

"You like that stuff, don't ya, baby boy?", the man said as he continued
his attempts to block the child from passers by. As best as the man tried,
one or two men still saw a glimpse of the kid licking off a shiny hand all
coated with that oddly familiar substance all over it. Even one of the men
who had wagged his penis for Rudy to see at the urinals, stopped
momentarily to look as he was on his way out of the men`s room. He knew
what the child was eating but said nothing as just winked at Stan before he
finally walked away.

"It's yummy", the second-grader said as he licked sticky goo off each of
his small fingers. "It comes out of that", he then said as he pointed to
the man's crotch. "I thought just pee pee came out of there."

"Pee Pee...", the man nervously replied in a jovial although hushed
voice. "But grown up men can also make all that good stuff ...that we can
certainly see you like to eat."

Once he was done, Rudy just smiled looking up at Stan and the man whose
semen he`d just eaten. Rudy's tender lips were all shiny as though the
semen had been lip gloss.

"Your wife must be feeding you a lot of pineapple lately, eh?", Stan
chuckled in a soft voice as he took it upon himself to wipe the boy`s mouth
off using the paper hand towel.  "He took to your stuff like candy there,
Frankie."

After a long pause, the man looked at Rudy and said, "Hell, I wasn't
planning on it going this far.... I never saw anyone eat, you know, the
stuff, like that...like he can`t get enough. You got a natural on your
hands here, Stan. Now I got to double that tip I was planning to give
you..."

"Joe gave him a hundred, remember", Stan teased. "And all that Joe got was
a shoe rub."

"Yeah, I know", the man said as he reached into his back pocket for his
wallet. "This little guy keeps that up and at this rate he'll be making
more in tips than the sluts over at the lap dance places off the Strip."


 TO BE CONTINUED...

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