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Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 13:53:59 -0500
From: gloryhole JUNKIE <gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whoring With Dad - Part 7

Whoring With Dad

Part Seven: Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz!


TrueLife tales by a denizen of the public toilets

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com

Whether you're a dirty old man always fiddling with the zipper of his cheap
slacks or a beefy college kid keeping a big ol'secret or a talcumed,
middle-aged bank exec with, (shall we say), cravings for illicit deeds or a
non-descript regular-Joe just sitting there on some park bench somewhere
waiting for who-knows-what or even if you should be a grinning new daddy...

...no matter what guise you may take as you walk this Planet, if you're a
lecherous and drooling pervert please feel free to tap out a naughty e-mail
to the author! He loves to hear from all his readers.


Persons are welcome to reach into their trousers with intent to stroke
themselves in a most indecent manner as they read the following tale. If
they use a lap top computer while reading this story, they are additionally
invited to casually walk around their homes or offices with a boner tenting
their slacks. ("What am I looking at, dad? Um, nuthin'...just some stuff for
a paper I have to write for school.").

Readers are also free to enjoy the following story along with their male
co-workers (read it aloud at the urinals midday) or with the fellas on their
sports team (not everyone is watching Cher sing during half-time, you know).
Golly, one finds out a lot about other guys when you all "read" together.

But please DO NOT publish, re-print, copy, plagiarize, or transcribe to
marble stele any portion of "Whoring With Dad" without the author's direct,
written consent.



Preface, Disclaimer, Warning and a Primer For The More Naive Reader:

'Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz?!', you ask (as you do a spit-take with your morning
coffee...and your pants down). And, no, we're not talking about some new
doughnut from DUNKIN' DONUTS/China. (And it's not the Beijing version of
Honey Nut Cheerios, either).

The following chapter of "Whoring With Dad" is not for everyone. It's
intended for the most degenerate of men...which are, as we all know by now,
most every one of you who continues to scroll down!

It is a chapter that is particularly not intended for the consumption of
edgy moms or people susceptible to stroke or heart attack while they read.
If you're a nasty perv with a pre-existing heart condition and yet insist on
reading this chapter, do so at your own risk (and, damn it, man, at least
have the paddles ready alongside your computer)!

Our more "decent" male readers, (as they masturbate along with every word),
will ask themselves (and call out to the author in the flickering dimness of
their rooms), "Where do things like this happen?" or "Do such kids really
exist?" or  "It's THAT easy?"

Since any of those questions could actually be construed as veiled forms of
asking where they could find a hot restroom, as is depicted in this story,
you will simply have to trust that the author is relating only the truest of
facts from his own childhood. As they say, you can't make up this stuff!
Well, you can but then it would be filled with more kisses and expensive
presents for our child hero.

(SEE?! You scrolled down! You're officially a degenerate!).


A public Men's Room, which is used often, (and primarily), as a homosexual
playground is commonly referred to as a "tearoom" (in the lingo of its
hardcore lecherous users). And as such, a heavily trafficked "tearoom", in
particular, does not, cannot, simply roll up its slippery carpet predicated
merely on who might enter it throughout its "working day". They are what
they are and remain what they are no matter who may stumble into them!

Let's face fact, some public men's rooms are exactly the wondrous dens of
perversion which our worried mothers fear. And let's bump honesty up a notch
by fessing up to the fact that most tearooms offer sex far more depraved
than those same mothers could ever imagine. Why, some would faint knowing
who all is getting' sucked'n'slobbered on within those toilet stalls!

A "gloryhole", which, by the way, is a hole, bored into a wall usually
within a tearoom (although "commercial-grade" gloryholes are also available
in most any adult bookstore video arcade) is intended to facilitate quick,
completely anonymous sex, (most often fellatio), between two males (ANY two
males). It is a hole large enough in diameter to accommodate an adult-sized
erection and is set to a height as to be at crotch level when a man of
average stature stands before it (to unzip).

Some feel these holes are made by cock-loving elves late at
night...whistlin'n'whiddlin' as they roam the Earth doing good. Others
suspect they are less-magically carved out either by hungry cocksuckers
willing to deep-throat the next one hundred needy boners that wander into
the place or by horny "top" men with raging meat needing to blow some sperm
into a mouth...any mouth...real bad.

And until some outside force seals or boards one over, these gloryholes are
permanently whittled, drilled and/or "blasted" through a wall. Therefore,
these vital utility holes do not "disappear" on command simply because a
priest or a clean-cut fratboy or even a youngster wanders in. These portals
of salacious oral sex between strangers don't suddenly fade away like some
homo-bent mirage merely because an unwitting father enters the place with
his three young sons in tow. Rather, the probability is very high in such
situations that even the most pedestrian of restroom users will come
face-to-face with the hardcore reality of gloryholes.

That all said, do not fear (...moms). Most tearooms are identifiable from a
thousand paces. So it is not as common as one might fear (or hope) that some
dad, with the kids for the afternoon, will "accidentally" barge into a tiled
sex pit just as six men are squirting juices down another guy's throat.
Although, on occasion, one can walk into a seven-man orgy right there in the
mall toilet, (right next to Cinnabuns), in these contemporary times, finding
a truly depraved gloryhole tearoom requires more luck, skill and leg work
than in years past.

But when a male finds one, there is no doubting what its primary 'reason for
being' is. The doors will squeak as an alarm; the floors will be all sticky
with spent splats of other strangers' scrotum juice; the aroma of semen will
reek throughout; shadowy men will be loitering - their boners obvious within
their polyester slacks; the tell-tale noises of fellatio will waft
throughout the room. And so, it is only the mildly retarded father who would
bring his sons into such a place and yet be totally unaware of where he's
brought them. (Or, conversely, it is a very knowing father who has pounded
the pavement all afternoon looking for just this spot)!

It is to just such an "unwholesome" public toilet or "tearoom" that our
story's young hero has been exposed. Therefore, there is really no further
"work" required in order to understand what then could happen on such a
playground of anonymous, sperm-swapping, all male, and oftentimes,
inter-generational sex -- as it presents itself right at our little hero's
Keds-clad feet.

So that part of our story is not "brain science". Drill a gloryhole in the
mall toilets, only fifty yards down from the food court and game arcade?
Come on, who do you think will pop by sooner or later? Or take your
grandsons into the men's room at an interstate rest stop? Get real, you've
brought them to the great Roadside Pit Stop of Motorist-to-Motorist
Fellatio! Or stop in at the public toilets in the park while you're with
your toddler son? You really should know more about the world  if you're
gunna be raising kids, dad! Why, you've plunked him slap-dab in the middle
of where most every guy in your local community goes to blow some seed into
the well-lubed throat of one of those hungry pervs who is busy all day at
the "chow-hole" chuggin'n'gulpin' the general public's nutgoo! You really
should know better than to do that!

And before you go thinking this is some big "gay" thing - and set out with
bats and torches - remember that most tearoom users are "straight" and
oftentimes, married fathers! YES! Truly! Sure, there are many homosexuals
who sit in a stall sucking dicks all day - every day. But, the most common
male to haunt the public toilets is the upstanding husband and father (who,
admittedly, has a big secret...and an even bigger boner).

The men who utilize many public toilets for quick sex are often closeted
husbands or even single, straight jock-types who simply know they can bust a
quick nut inside - with no strings attached ('ceptin' that string of precum
from their dicks to the cocksucker's lips). Early retirees, often as their
wives are still working, will get bored...and start sucking dicks in the
toilets for the first time in all their sixty-two years! (And they do indeed
find it to be more fun than playing pinochle all day).  Or sometimes a
public tearoom is on many young lads daily route to or from school. They
aren't necessarily "gay" boys - they're just horny and looking for a mouth
they can practice squirting their new-found ejaculates into. Others of their
same age are merely curious as to what adult men - three or four times their
age - look, feel and taste like so they sit in a stall servicing the entire
after work businessman rush hour crowd... to find out!

In fact, the busy tearoom is populated by the exact same cross-section of
average demographics one might find at any shopping mall, sports stadium or
commuter train station. In fact, traditionally, the best tearooms are found
in shopping malls, sports stadiums and commuter train stations!

Unlike some women would hope, the average tearoom user is, quite frankly,
their own sons and/or husbands and/or fathers! If the only males who were to
use tearooms drooled and wore trench coats stained in dried semen, well,
they'd be rather easy to detect...and slapped with handcuffs! Instead,
they're any average fellow you could scope out on the any street...anywhere.
See that suit'n'tie exec - the one with the flecks of gray in his hair and
sporting a wedding ring? He's headed for a tearoom on his lunch hour - to
play with six other guys' dicks. See that hunky kid with the great biceps
and huge mound in his soccer shorts? Yup, in about 3 minutes -- once he
enters that restroom -- he's gunna have some total stranger chowing on his
big boner...down to his pubes! See that swarthy truck driver - the brute
you'd swear could beat up Mike Tyson? Yup. He, too, is headed to a men's
room to suck sperm out of any dick that wants to shove itself into his open
mouth.

And see that old man with the lecherous grin, rubbing his hands like a dirty
old perv and walking real fast, despite his limp? He's going to the
supermarket...bananas ..two pounds for 39-cents today!



As with all other parts of this tale, readers are asked to be of legal age
in their area before reading it.

Under no circumstances should any reader condone or "act out" the scenes
they are about to read. Beat off a load of your daddymilk as you read ...and
be on your way!

It is not only advised but is also strongly discouraged that any adult male
bring anyone under-aged into a tearoom in order to "educate" him to the
things men do (while the wife is getting her hair done). A tearoom is not a
schoolhouse (although, ironically, many schoolhouses have tearooms)!

If an adult male should encounter a little lad within a public toilet, no
matter how aggressive, curious or hung'n'horny that little lad may be, you
are advised to flush and run!

And now, listen to that faucet at the sinks dripping; hear the distant sound
of an exotic bird cawing; smell that aromatic blend of stale piss and years
of spilt semen; see the lewd cartoons of giant ejaculating penises scrawled
on every wall; and feel the molesting hand of some stranger as it comes
through that hole ...as we return to the tearoom at Lincoln Park Zoo.



Whoring With Dad
Part Seven: Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz!

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE


I looked down toward the sticky, eroding floor and could just make out
Tomas' small face peeping out from the broad opening of his wicker bassinet
as he suckled hard on that pacifier of his. When he wasn't sleeping, it
appeared that sucking was Tomas' main activity. I was beginning to realize
the secret as to why, perhaps, he was always so mellow. The power of the
three-month-old's jaws, as they went to town on that piece of rubber, made
me think that he could nurse from, like, a wild nanny goat or a wolf or
something if he were ever to find himself abandoned in the woods.

Jesus then also glanced over at his son ...but with furled brows. Something
was wrong. With his jeans spread open; his huge cock jutting; and his
low-hanging nuts swinging free in the cool, musty air, he leaned forward and
tugged the bassinet from where it was wedged. As he did so, I could see what
he had just noticed - a very small leak from where the toilet bowl met the
floor was making a bottom edge of the wicker ever so slightly wet.

Then standing, with full erection, he now found himself holding the bassinet
in his hands again, and, again looking for somewhere to put it. I was too
small to ever be able to hold onto the bassinet properly.

The hand, seeing the father's dilemma, took the opportunity to reach its way
in again to begin another lurid milking of Jesus' penis. So, Jesus was stuck
like that for the moment -- cradling his son's bassinet as some stranger
fondled his big, Latino genitalia. There was no escape and so, Jesus, just
looked at me with an expression of "oh well" submission and he shrugged. He
stood there and allowed the hand to openly masturbate the length of his
thick, uncut cock.

And figuring it was okay to do so, as the hand milked his shaft, making it
all slippery, I reached and felt Jesus' nuts - his testicles felt heavy in
their sac. I figured that he probably needed to squirt off some more of his
warm and spicy daddymilk. I groped and caressed the man's scrotum as I
watched the old man's hand pull Jesus toward the gaping hole. This time
Jesus, though, did not resist but instead allowed the hand to guide his
impressive erection directly through the metal gloryhole. Almost immediately
upon seeing his penis disappear, I could hear those same, loud slurping
noises coming from the next stall. So that's what the room of teens and I
had been hearing - the old man in there was sucking on penises!

I watched as Jesus closed his eyes while he enjoyed the wet, smacking slurps
of this unknown mouth. He gripped onto Tomas' bassinet and tried to keep it
from bashing into the metal partition as he began a slow, grinding of his
hips into the hole. Jesus evidentally was trying to screw every corner of
his cocksucker's mouth.

He then finally had enough - of holding onto the bassinet - and so he pulled
himself away from the gloryhole for just a moment. As he withdrew from the
service hole, I could see that his huge snake of a cock was now obscenely
slick and shiny with the saliva of the old man. The blue eyeball returned to
the hole, to see what was happening, no doubt. Jesus quickly placed the
bassinet down in front of him, at the bottom of the partition, on the floor,
directly below the gaping hole. And like the other times, he sort of
straddled it as he shoved his cock through the gloryhole, and into a
waiting, open mouth once again.

Tomas was oblivious to what was happening as he laid in his swaddled
blankies and began to doze into another nap. Jesus then grabbed me by my
head and pulled me toward him. I leaned, not wanting to fall into or step on
Tomas.

"Suck,", he whispered to me. He pulled back from the hole just a couple of
inches to the point where I could see the old man's whiskered lips nursing,
like a madman, on his thick boner - as well as to see that Jesus' big
scrotum was available to be licked.

"SUCK!", he again whispered, more demandingly.

I leaned in more and held onto the metal wall as I opened my small mouth and
started to lap and lick at Jesus' bull-sized scrotum.

"Ay....si... SI!", he muttered with his eyes closed as he basked in having
two mouths all over his sex organs.

As I would lap and lick some more, the old man, who knew just what was up,
would slither his perverted and whorish tongue onto mine - right through the
hole. He'd then pull off of Jesus just to say in a hushed tone, "Good stuff,
ain't it, boy?" And then he'd swallow Jesus down again.

Then he stopped again and pushed on Jesus' cock, indicating he should slide
his penis out of the hole. As Jesus did so, the old man whispered to me,
"Put it in your mouth, cutie...go on, suck on that tasty thing hanging on
your daddy."

Why did everyone keep thinking Jesus was my daddy? We looked nothing alike.

But as I was down there so close to the hole, all Jesus had to do was turn
his hips ever so slightly to his left and the drooling head of his cock was
brushing at my lips.

"Yeah, suck on it like a good little boy there", the old coot again
whispered with great glee in his raspy voice. "Suck on your daddy just like
I was..."

I guess I must have startled the old man because he made a most audible
groan as I rather precociously took, in just one try, nearly six of Jesus'
nine inches right down inside my seven-year-old's throat.

"Oooooooooooh, myyyyyyyy", was the last thing I heard the old cocksucker
mutter as he stared through the gloryhole like a lizard-on-a-fly.

But, golly, how could one have expected the elderly whore to know that I'd
had lots of big adult penises in my mouth before.

I sucked on Jesus' cock, I suppose, subconsciously, trying to give the old
man a good show. After a couple of minutes of watching, he slipped his hand
through the hole and fondled Jesus' fat, wet nuts as I sucked. The man's
hand explored and found my mouth where it nursed on the huge penis. The old
man was feeling my jaws and lips as they were stuffed obscenely with Jesus'
erection. Then he again cupped Jesus' saliva-slobbered scrotum once again.

That was almost too much for Jesus to take and I suppose the old man knew it
as he could feel the man's testicles seize up ever so slightly indicating he
was ready to ejaculate. The old man pulled away and brought his mouth back
to the hole. He whispered, "Eat your daddy's nut bust...let 'im do it right
in your mouth, cutie."

I figured the man must have been referring to Jesus' daddymilk as I, too,
could sense he was ready to squirt up more of it at any moment.

"And gimme some, too, cutie", the old man whispered so more. He then wiggled
his tongue through the opening of the hole and I knew he wanted to taste
some of Jesus' daddymilk, as well.

Jesus then gripped me by my shoulder, indicating he was about to flood my
throat in his daddymilk. I took that very seriously as it was the best part
and let him muffle his grunts as he blasted creamy warm milk inside my mouth
and throat.

I could hear the old man make some lewd murmur as his eyeball stared at my
throat while it was chugging down as much milk flow as it could handle.
After gulping down two or three big squirts, I pulled away from Jesus and
with both of my small hands, tried to move the head of his cock back to the
hole. As I did, Jesus just kept shooting out daddymilk - like some
over-filled water gun! He had no control at this point and had to let his
ejaculate continue to pump out of his heavy testicular sac. Although the old
man's tongue got white-washed with some thick splats of the stuff, I am
afraid to admit I wasn't very good at aiming and much of the rest of Jesus'
unloading were wild shots spritzing everywhere.

"YOU IN THERE?", a deep but young, husky voice suddenly whispered through
the crack of our door. Jesus opened his eyes and looked over at the narrow
separation where the door met its hinges.

"Coast's clear, papi", a second youthful voice whispered through the door's
other jamb on the side near the latch. "Woo-ie, that was super hot, papi!"

I turned to look toward the door, unaware that some of Jesus' thick
daddymilk clung to my small chin. I could see the cracks in the doorframe
were filled by the presence of two peepers. I couldn't tell exactly who'd
been looking in for a while but they were apparently two of the tough teens.

"Dang!", the huskier voice whispered, "Look at that sperm you got all over
the kid in there, Chico! Too fuckin' cool!"

"Old geez is slurping the rest down in here, you guys...the hungry old
perv!", a third, slightly more distant voice stated. It belonged to yet
another of the teens who had to have been watching the action through the
jamb of the old man's stall door.

Then the old man reached back in through the hole and took Jesus' softening
cock into his hand and shook it - rather like a handshake. He then patted it
as it to say, "Good dickie...good dickie."

I looked up at Jesus and he grinned, also finding the old hand's salacious
hunger for cock to be rather humorous.

Then the hand turned its attentions elsewhere. To me! Again, it clawed into
the air until it found me where I stood. The hand groped at my face and then
at my shoulders and then it dropped and stroked my bare smooth chest.

The hand pulled out and the eyeball re-appeared as if to survey his target.
Then the hand ...and wrist...and few inches of forearm returned and reached
down to grope my crotch. Right through the material of my pull on pants!
That felt so good! My boner was hard inside of them and the hand seemed to
enjoy knowing I was already ready for more action.

"Looks like the old perv wants some more!", the husky voiced teen whispered
breathlessly through the crack.

"He wants to suck him, papi", the second teen added. "Dang...this old mouth
will suck anyone!"

As the hand continued to grope me, Jesus peered down and with a grin he
nodded toward the hole as if asking, "You want to try it?"

I smiled and then nodded enthusiastically as I felt the stranger's hand all
over my tenting crotch, engulfing it in its big, wide palm and long fingers.

Jesus reached behind me and pulled down the back of my pull up pants, along
with my white underpants. The hand obviously sensed what was happening and
withdrew its groping. Jesus then tugged them some more until my pants came
down completely to fall upon my Keds sneakers.

Behind me all I could hear was the panting breathing and jerking off of the
teens who continued to peep in through the cracks.

The hand reached down again and seemed to delight in milking my
first-grader's erection. It then pulled out of the hole and the eyeball
returned and dropped down to look at it. Then the whiskered, toothless mouth
re-appeared at the wide hole and whispered, "Ooooooooooooh,
plllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaase...this will be such a fuuuun
one....pleaaaaaaaaase...". He was begging to suck my boner! He licked his
chops and smacked his gums and wagged his tongue through the hole - all
clear indications he wanted to give head to a seven-year-old -- just as he
did for any other guy at that hole.

I tried in vain, and rather comedically, I must admit, to reach up to push
my penis through the gloryhole. But it was just too high for me. It came up
more to my chest-level than to my crotch - since it was made for much older
guys to use.

Seeing my problem, Jesus again looked at me with this expression on his face
that asked, "Need a boost?"

I nodded and so Jesus picked me up, sort of by my armpits and positioned me
so my boner was even with the hole... and the wet, hungry mouth.

"Oh......freakin' DO IT, papi!". One of the on-lookers cheered on in a
hushed and very excited tone. "Feed the kid to that old perv!"

Jesus looked over at the cracks in the door with his wonderfully evil
goateed-Cheshire smile of his since he was going to do exactly that.

With my feet dangling, I felt myself getting closer to the metal wall. For
only a moment my eyes dropped down and I could see little Tomas directly
below me, lying on the floor right between where Jesus firmly had planted
his feet.

Then my young boner slipped into something warm and wet and most decidedly
delightful! Immediately I felt these great spasms of pleasure wash over my
entire body - from my hair to my toes. I was inside the old man's sucking
mouth and I never wanted to leave!

Even Jesus had to chuckle as he noticed that my eyes rolled into the back of
my head as I got my very first gloryhole blowjob! He held me to the hole as
the man's toothless mouth did its work. I felt like such a big boy - getting
to screw around inside the mouth that sucked everyone!

"Feed it to him, Chico!", the huskier voiced teen cheered as he watched. I
could hear the heavy breathing all around me as these guys witnessed the
mouth sucking on me.

Since I couldn't yet make daddymilk myself, I can't quite say when I reached
orgasm. Was it upon initial contact with the pro's cum-soaked and lascivious
lips? Was it when I felt warmth cross over my flesh? When my eyes rolled
into my skull? When my hairless nuts spazzed inside my body a bit? One could
not tell from my penis which still stood out like a fleshy flagpole from my
loins even when we were done. Whenever it took place, my dry orgasm was
intense and complete. And yet the sucking mouth continued to suck on me.
Finally, it was Jesus, having felt my body relax in climax, who had to
rather forcefully pull me away... and out of the old man's mouth. The old
fella didn't quite want to give up my boner!

Jesus set me down and tapped the top of my Bavarian hat as if to somehow
congratulate me or something. "See? You very bad, bad boy", he laughed. He
then stuck his own cock back into the hole where the old mouth elatedly took
it down its throat some more.

Then there was a soft but determined pounding on the old man's stall door.
Then again. Then we could hear one of the teens whisper, demandingly, "Open
up, cocksucker...do us...come on!"

We couldn't easily see anything but could hear the old man unlatch his stall
door and let in one of the teen boys. I peered through the gloryhole and
could see some one of the teens standing before the seated old man. I
couldn't tell which of the gang guys it was since I could only see him from
the chest down. And I didn't recall the t-shirt.

I watched as the old man lewdly felt up the Youth's crotch, massaging the
teen's big bulge and then unzipping his jeans. In a flash then he was
sucking the unknown teen off. I watched as he held onto the boy by his hips
and then drop to his round butt. I could tell through the grip he had on the
muscled buttcheeks that he wasn't going to let the boy go until he'd given
him all his milk.

And the young guy did not last too long since the old man apparently knew
how to get guys off good using his throat muscles. I could now attest to
that myself!

But before the teen could get to climax, one of his buddies peering in
through the cracks or at the door of their open stall, whispered at him,
"Shoot in the hole, Mike!"

Another of the teens immediately chimed in, agreeing. "YEAH! Too cool, Mike!
Shoot your load through the hole!"

And a third teen egged on Mike the same way.

I watched and watched through the hole, when suddenly Jesus gripped me by
the nape of my neck - sort of holding me in place as I peered through the
gloryhole. Suddenly I could see the teen guy pull out of the old man's mouth
and turn to the hole. He stepped one step closer and stuck his big boner
through. As he did, all I could see was his white, thick daddymilk shoot out
of the slit of the teen's hard cock. It shot rather like a water fountain
and caught me by some surprise as it hosed my nose and lips and chest in
warm, thick, viscous teen seed. I ate some of it, which fortunately had
glopped onto my out-stretched tongue -- but the rest kept pumping off into
the air.

"Oooooooooohhhhh! RIGHT ON!", one of the teens exclaimed.

"TOO FUCKIN' COOL...good going, Mike!", the husky voiced guy muttered. "Lets
use the gloryhole as a freaking blow hole...just like the sperm whales they
got here do!"

I looked back through the hole and could see that Mike who had just
ejaculated all over me casually stepped away from the hole, stuffing his
cock back into his jeans as he did so. When he exited the old man's stall,
immediately another of the teens took his place. I could tell from his shirt
and his big muscles that it was the handsome blonde tough. He popped open
his jeans fast as he stood in front of the old man and then shoved his
really long boner between the man's wet lips.

"Do the same thing, Nathan", one of his buddies instructed.

So blonde Nathan fucked the old guy's throat like a rabbit. I watched as the
old man's adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the youth's boner.

And then when he was ready to cum, just like the first teen, Nathan stepped
away from the old man's sucking mouth, turned and stuck his erect,
ejaculating dick right through the hole. And again, Jesus gripped the nape
of my neck, as if instructing me to stay put at that hole and to open my
mouth wide.

More blasts of super thick, super fresh teen daddymilk washed out my mouth
and all over my face and into the air. The blonde teen pumped out sperm
wildly, saturating me and everything else in its way it seemed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, arrrgg...DANG DAMN! That was gooooood!", he exclaimed as his
erection spasmed out the last rounds of his teen testicular fluid.

"You're up next, Bri!", the blonde tough said to his buddy as they swapped
places inside the old cocksucker's stall.

I could tell immediately it was big, beefy Bri when I peeped again through
the gloryhole. No mistaking his man's build and huge cock as he opened his
jeans. The old man milked him but then Bri suddenly grabbed the man's wrist
and yanked him off his penis. "You had some earlier old man", he sneered.

"Whacha think?", one of the guys asked as they watched.

"Why not go for the more direct approach?", Bri said to his buddies, hinting
at what he was about to do. I looked through the five-inch diameter hole and
could see his big, athletic frame fill the area. He then stuck his huge
boner right through the hole.

"Oh, fuck YEAH!", Nathan said as he watched his big friend lean against the
hole looking for a blowjob...from me!

"Let the kid work some for the batter!", Bri stated as he rested his big
physique against the metal partition, allowing his fat, meaty boner to
bouncing and throb as it awaited some badly needed attention.

I looked up at Jesus and he nodded sternly for me to start sucking. He
reached over and gripped the youth's shaft and big nuts, holding them as he
then pressed my head to the boy's cockhead. "SUCK!", Jesus muttered.

I began to suck on the juicy sweet head of the older boy's penis. It tasted
so yummy and smooth. Somehow teenager's dicks tasted different than the
older men I had been sucking on.

I felt Bri shove his hips a few times at the wall and knew he wanted me to
suck more aggressively, so I opened my jaws real wide and tried to surprise
him by showing how much of his thick teen penis I could get inside of my
mouth.

That seemed to do the trick since I then heard him groan big and deep.

"There a goddamn wildebeest in one of them stalls?", some other teen voice
called out from the area of the sinks.

I slobbered and licked and sucked on the high school tough's wrist-thick
cock and then could feel the shaft thicken. I lapped at his smooth heavy
scrotum and could feel them churning with milk and preparing to blow.

Without a warning, as I was lapping his nuts, Bri bust a nut and started to
fire off daddymilk high into the air...and onto my hat! Another huge blast
skyrocketed and I tried to open my mouth for it but wasn't fast enough and
that dropped somewhere in the stall in a heavy, thunk of a splat. But the
rest of it fired off into my small mouth, flooding my throat in teen semen.

There was so much coming out of the teen, that some of it ran out of my
mouth and dripped to my chin and chest and then downward. I was a mess!

Bri then pulled out quickly and said, nervously to his buddies,
"Okay...let's get the hell out of here!"

I looked through the hole and saw Bri rushing to button up his jeans as he
exited the old cocksucker's stall.

They disappeared to the sink area where I could then hear Bri give orders to
the gang to leave. "Getting too tight in here...let's go get us some
refreshing beverages somewhere!"

Clearly the beefy stud of a teenager got spooked once he'd ejaculated. Maybe
the blood flowed back to his brain or something after busting his nut inside
a little kid's mouth.


To be continued...

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