Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 12:41:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole addick <gh_addick@yahoo.com>
Subject: GLORYHOLE: Customized and Fully-Loaded, Pt 1

GLORYHOLE: Customized and Fully-Loaded
Part 1


by: ghJ
gh_addick@yahoo.com


Its all types of guys who put their dick through a glory hole. Its every
kind of guy, actually, who puts his dick through. Heck, some gloryholes
have seen every dick in the county come through at one point or another.

In major cities, a good, solid, working glory hole can be the busiest of
all dick stomping grounds - the singular spot where literally thousands of
cocks (and the guys attached) can easily find themselves a good time.

One well-placed glory hole can be the window to a blowjob for dozens,
perhaps even up to a couple of hundred different men. A well-placed glory
hole isn't only where it's drilled into the wall, but where it's handily
located within the community.

You punch a glory hole in a busy mall or in a bookstore in the heart of a
light-industrial section of town, and, well, just sit back and listen to
the sound of zippers coming down.

"No, Timmy, those ain't crickets you hear. They're all the men who are
gunna stick their meat into your mouth through that pretty little round
hole there."

Popular gloryholes are often in those straight bookstores in some
commercially zoned pocket of town. These places are usually surrounded by a
multitude of generic box warehouse buildings where perhaps only huge mounds
of gravel outside given any indication of their business. Or find a
commercial auto glass wholesaler and you're bound to be somewhere near an
adult bookstore with damn busy gloryholes inside.

Yeah, it's usually the straight places that can have the busiest, most
heavy-duty, highly-trafficked gloryholes. It only makes sense since, when
you think about it, what group of men would most want a wall between
themselves and some other man with whom he's having sex?

Yup, the cocksucker often doesn't want much else to do with straight and
married men than slobbering all over their meat as to suck down a few loads
of cum.

(Oh, and the straight, marred guys appreciate the wall, too, I reckon).

You hit a busy glory hole location at just the right time and it's a
nothing but a blow'n'go barn of bulls. At peak hours, if one listens
carefully, all the slurping and low groans between gloryholes can actually
sometimes drown out the porn chicks flickering on the monitors inside the
booths.

One glory hole cocksucker, especially if he's a community-minded one and
hooked on the nutmilk, can service - literally - a busload of guys in one
afternoon. If a man with a nut to bust can be in and out of his mouth (and
the place) in five or ten minutes (or within two dollars of monitor time),
and the place is open twenty-four hours a day (seven days of the week,
including Christmas - and Arbor Day, too), you can only begin to get the
picture of just how many men can be screwing and pumping seed down a glory
hole cocksucker's throat.

Heck, in an hour's time at a "popular" glory hole location, a cocksuckers
can get perhaps a dozen different guys draining their nuts into his throat.

(And now you know why that throat is the very fucking best you ever did
plow, big guy!).

But its not only within adult businesses in more urban areas that are
popular with horny working guys looking to find hot throat on the other
side of a hole in the wall.

Although now going the way of the dinosaur thanks to soccer moms, a glory
hole in a suburban mall men's room was always the most popular of
nut-busting spots. In fact, these holes were perhaps the most
enthusiastically used holes as they offered the possibility of any two
males encountering one another.

Yeah, the mall glory hole bumped up the excitement level for many men. They
didn't have to set out to find an establishment built around cocks, such as
the bookstores. Instead, they could wander into the men's room located by
Fine China and fuck a throat while the wife and daughter spent an hour
trying on shoes.

Adding to the excitement was the fact that the mall gloryholes were open to
a much wider age demographic. Where else could some kid go to look and
perhaps suck on huge adult cocks? Where but the mall toilets could adult
men, most of them fathers themselves, help train the mouth and throat of a
curious young boy? And where else could the chicken hawks all perch
themselves as to blow big, hard teen dick all afternoon (well, after school
let out anyway).

Then there are the gloryholes where cocks and mouths pass in the proverbial
night. As busy as the platforms yards away, the gloryholes between stalls
in a train station men's room could serve literally trainloads of men in
any given day.

A knowing cocksucker could station himself in the station and drink from
the cocks of men from here to Kalamazoo. Sitting on the toilet, mouth at
the glory hole, guys from everywhere could just unzip and add a nutload to
the depot pot.

How many guys do you know have the mixed semen of perhaps thirty different
men from parts unknown (well, the cock part, but from towns and cities
unknown) within his belly?

That's the train station glory hole cocksucker. He's the guy who easily can
have dozens of different loads in his belly and on his breath as he takes a
breather and stands beside you at the kiosk selling breath mints. Yeah,
that just might be the dude who just let you pop a wad into his mouth and
system a few minutes ago who is standing next to you as his eyes scan the
mints. He very easily has thirsty loads of cum in his stomach as he stands
right next to you.

Wonder where some of your sperm are? Look to the left and they're still
swimming around inside the belly of the guy three feet away. You're
standing here and your spermies are standing, well, swimming, over there -
amid billions more from dozens of other guys - all now in one thick pudding
swimming pool called his belly.

And then, after he pays the clerk, you see the dude head back to the men's
room and you know he's ready to take some more pop shots to the back of his
throat. But you don't mind - not one bit - since you realize he's there -
like a Harvey Girl of olde: to serve the trains. Heck, after all, his
sucking on ever boner coming through that gloryhole between stalls sixteen
and seventeen is how you were able to get off inside a deep, wet throat
before boarding your Amtrak to Whoknowswhereville (and you do want him to
help several more weary travelers, don't you?).

Some men complain that they never happen upon a gloryhole while others men
seem to sniff out every gloryhole in town. There are tricks to the trade
and a sixth sense even which may develop. But as any dedicated gloryholer -
whether he be the eater or always the feeder - will tell you: when you
don't find a gloryhole, make one!

After all, all gloryholes are not natural knots in the wood that make for
the wall.

And while some men only stumble upon a gloryhole after a certain age...and
marriage and fathering six kids, other guys, such myself, opened and
pressed his mouth up to a gloryhole by the age of eight. I suppose if a
department store has a Men's/Boy's Show department, there is nothing to
stop them from mixing in the Men's Room. And heck, there are no Boy's Rooms
in most stores.

I found the jackpot gloryhole of the city when I was eight-years-old. I was
already into the erections of men so even though I didn't plan to cross
paths with a gloryhole, I sure didn't shy away from it when I first saw it.

My mom was shopping on a lower level when I had to go pee. And those were
the days of genuine innocence, when I thought you could only go into to a
men's room if and when you had to pee. Silly childish naiveté.

And inside the men's room was a gloryhole and three adult men. I had hit
the jackpot and it was only eleven o'clock on a Thursday morning!

I suppose the men stopped doing whatever it was they'd been doing when I
entered. But they sure didn't leave just because I happened to wander in
and head into a stall.

Pulling down my underpants along with my pants, I hadn't even noticed the
gloryhole. Or more accurately, I had seen this three inch diameter hole in
the partition but not knowing what a gloryhole was, just thought that
perhaps the place was falling apart. I figured that maybe something had
fallen off the wall or something!

But as I sat on the potty, not more than a few seconds later, did I notice
this movement through the hole next to the toilet paper dispenser. I peered
in and could see a man with hairy stomach beating off furiously as he
wagged his cock like he was showing it off or something.

And then there were two figures peeping into my stall, causing dark shadows
to fall into my stall.

Now, you'd think a little kid would be scared. But I suppose I was just a
natural little tea roomer since I didn't find it scary. Instead, I found it
exciting. I sat in the potty and for reasons unknown, I let the men peeping
in look at my little boner, which was hard as a rock.

When I leaned in to look through the gloryhole, one of the men outside my
door muttered something like, "Ohhh, yeaaahh, look at that cock, kid."

I peered into the gloryhole and saw the man sitting on his potty smile at
me as he continued to masturbate. He looked like any man, any daddy, in
town. He was maybe older than my own dad but had a similar look about
him. I saw he had on a wedding ring and even recall wondering why a married
man wanted to masturbate in a men's room.

I didn't know who it was that was supposed to be masturbating in a mall
bathroom but I just recall wondering why a married daddy would be doing it.

I guess the man took my staring eyeball at the hole as a clue that I was
interested in more and he quickly stood up, his belt buckle making a loud
clunking noise as it hit the tiled floor.

"Fuck ya", a man at my door said as I guess he and the other man knew what
might happened next.

And then it happened. The man in the next stall put his huge erect cock
through the gloryhole. It almost poked me in the eye since I didn't pull
back fast enough (I wasn't expecting a person to put his penis through a
hole. I just thought it was there for looking).

Silly boy.

And so by age eight, I sucked on three men's cocks through that gloryhole
while my mom shopped for eyeliner or something (funny the different
realities that can occur simultaneously within just one family)!

Anyone who gloryholes knows that when such a thing happens and its primo
fun, a kid is hooked for life. I went home that day wanting to go back
after dinner so I could suck some more big penises. I even got into a bit
of huff that I couldn't drive! I recall being annoyed that kids of eight
couldn't get a license. Because otherwise, I'd have been up at that mall
each and every day.

I also looked at my dad differently. I figured that he'd be a pretty good
piece of gloryhole trade. After all, after several months of sucking
different men through that same gloryhole, my dad looked like so many of
them. I mean, I suppose he wasn't any different from those other men that
shot sperm into my mouth. I sometimes even saw some of these men join their
wife or families afterwards.

I'd leave the bathroom, with maybe three or four loads in my tummy and
while trying to find my mom, I'd pass one of the men talking with his wife
and teenaged kids.

So I figured that my dad was good for wanting a blowjob just like any of
his peers. And that causes a kid to look at his dad's crotch a whole lot
different.

>From the age of eight on, I sucked cock through every gloryhole
possible. I sucked them at the mall, which was the easiest and busiest
place for a kid to blow men.

But I also sucked a man's penis through a gloryhole in the automotive
repair center where my mom once took our car. While she read a magazine in
the waiting room, I sucked this man in the restroom through a smoothly
drilled gloryhole (I figure the auto place wanted to make it easy on their
mechanics and customers).

And also by age eight or nine, I had sucked men through gloryholes in hotel
lobby men's rooms, a large warehouse toy store (who drills a gloryhole in a
toy store?), at my dad's office building, and even at a super busy
waterpark in Kissimmee, Florida. I was nine then and we were on vacation.

The water park was so incredibly busy that all I could tell you about the
cock I sucked through the gloryhole in stalls in the changing area is that
it was the cock of an adult man. He left the stall right after he shot
sperm in my mouth so I never even saw him. And when I went to the sinks,
there were like twenty people there. And when I went outside, there were
like forty people around the concession stand. And there were hundreds of
people around the slides and pools.

I realized that whoever had just ejaculated down my young throat, could
have been absolutely any man in the water park. I had no clue whose sperm
it was in my belly.

But I sort of grinned to myself at that though, even at the age of nine as
I rejoined my mom and dad at their chairs. They asked me how I was and
reminded me to put more suntan lotion on. And while my dad rubbed
Coppertone on my back, from behind my Mickey Mouse sunglasses, I scanned
the entire area, looking for the man within the throng who looked most
content.

I got to the professional level - Pro Classics, if you will - by the age of
ten. That's when I'd actually sit on a potty second stall in from the
furthest end stall in the big trains. I liked that one because it was the
"Cocksucker's stall". It was trick devised for gloryholing that serviced
all parties involved.

By being in the second from the end stall (along a row of twenty or more
stalls), the cocksucker cock sort of see the men as they'd pass to take the
end or "Trade's stall". And by being in the stall just before the stall
they'd take, trade could casually sneak a peak into the cocksucker's stall
just to make sure it might be a cocksucker they'd want on their dick.

Of course, that concern didn't come up very often at all. If trade ever
stopped in front of the stall, it wasn't so much to look at the cocksucker
as much as it was to show the bulge they had in their pants - like to get
the cocksucker pre-salivating. And at peak times, when the trade stall
would be occupied, the other men wanting some lunch time or after work head
could stand in front of the cocksucker's stall. That allowed some to peek
in to watch what they'd soon be getting. Or they simply knew that the
cocksucker could see the tents in their slacks as they'd patiently wait
their turn.

Also, when trade takes the last or end stall - especially when there are
twenty or so other stalls (most of them free), a cocksucker knew he had a
man to service. No regular straight man would take that stall unless he was
needing to fuck an anonymous mouth full of cum.

And I entered the Pro Classics of Gloryhole Cocksucking by ten since I'd
suck some days after school anywhere upwards of twenty strangers in just
two hours. I was that kid who'd happily suck every penis that came through
the gloryhole that would be always be on my left.

And one knows one has reached the pro level when you enter a stall seeing a
cock through the hole, you lean in fast because you see it
ejaculating. That's when I knew I had reached a different step in my after
school activities. I suppose the man must have been getting head from this
other man who exited the cocksucker's stall just as I got to the train
station at 3:20 P.M.. I assumed the cocksucker must have quit abruptly -
perhaps needing to catch a train (he was in a suit and tie like all the
other men, after all).

I saw this huge erection poking through the gloryhole when I entered the
stall, and then, the moment that I latched the stall behind me, I turned
and saw his penis begin to squirt up all its milky stuff.

I raced over and wrapped my ten-year-old lips around the wide mushroom head
of the cock and let it squirt off tons of hot, thick cum. I recall looking
down as I let the stranger unload his scrotum into my mouth and belly and
seeing his expensive black dress shoes beneath the stall - exactly where he
stood. I had this total stranger's big erection inside my throat, feeling
it pump and pump its sperm out - and realized that I didn't know anything
about him other than he wore shiny "daddy" shoes.

But that wasn't when I realized that I had graduated to the Pro
Classics. Sure, I was gulping all this thick daddymilk down without having
even worked for it. But it was the fact that I didn't even care - even at
ten - who the man was that I realized I was a gloryhole pro. It could have
been any man in the whole world nearly who needed to pump a load into a
warm throat and I would have let him.

As a latchkey kid in the city, it was easy to spend every afternoon on the
potty. In just one week, maybe a hundred or so men would unload through
that one gloryhole and into my tummy.

I'd often wonder if any of these men would then zip up and ride the same
train home out to the suburbs. There had to have been maybe two or ten men
at least sometimes who would have all been reading their evening newspapers
on the same train, perhaps even in the same train car, and all of them
wouldn't even know that they'd all left their spermies back at the train
station and inside the same (my) belly. I bet none of them even thought
about it or knew that - unless such men think about the blowjob they just
got through a gloryhole as they watch the scenery go by.

Any two of them could have started a conversation on their ride home to
their wives and kids and never known that they were talking to another man
who had also squirted his daddymilk through a gloryhole open to the public
and into a little gloryhole cumkid (also open to the public).

By the age of eleven, three men had made several gloryhole movies of me
sucking cock in a tearoom in a park. I had met two of them when I was
inside a stall and sucking a lot of guys. It was one of those days when
suddenly about eight guys all happened to enter the men's room within just
a few minutes of each other. And they of course scoped out the
eleven-year-old giving blowjobs to everyone in a back stall. I guess
there's a code of the men's room that allows men to do anything they most
enjoy. In a tearoom, they can get a blowjob from another guy or eat some
sperm, play with a little kid - or even pull an oral train on him.

Maybe it's the sense that anything goes or that since they don't plan to
get caught even doing something simple, they might as well take the
opportunity to go hog wild. I mean, where else would so many men, dads and
jocks and of every type, all figure its okay to molest a boy and shoot
their loads into him - and with every one of them thinking it "thumbs up"
cool? Where but in that situation to regular, ordinary dads hold the stall
door open as to let another man exchange places with him so he can screw a
load of daddymilk into a kid as well?

But that's the Code of Tearoom - like the lawlessness which ruled the Old
West, such places are off limits to law and morality. It's in those few
minutes that men are allowed to do all the stuff they all want to do. There
are just too many men just way too quickly unzipping and pulling their meat
out for a little one to suck on in a men's room for it to be considered the
oddity.

It was about four in the afternoon and it was the start of the after work
rush hour (which is actually three hours in most big cities). I had sucked
off these four guys all in their twenties when I started to suck on a huge,
thick penis with a few strands of brown-gray public hairs around it through
the gloryhole, as another man with a similar cock stepped before me in my
stall and pushed his cock into my cheek as I sucked. I had been doing that
for a while, maybe a year now, in certain tearooms since it allowed me to
service two men at a time. And for some guys, when they got to bust a nut,
they want to do it NOW.

The two men were both in their late-40s or earlier 50s and clearly knew one
another. After I sucked them off, my chin dripping in their combined semen,
one asked if I might like it if they took some pictures next time.

I shrugged, not caring one way or the other. I didn't even know what they
really meant by pictures. But one of the men stroked my hair and said, "You
have cum in your hair, too. Isn't that too fuckin' hot. I wonder whose it
is, baby?"

I blushed since these two men had seem be sucking all those other guys and
they sure as hell knew that it wasn't either of their own.

"You going to be here tomorrow?", one of the men asked as he zipped up his
polyester slacks.

Again, I shrugged. I hadn't gone to this park too often so I didn't know if
so many were a fluke or not. I was always at the train station after school
where there was always a line of men ready to shoot cum into someone's
mouth through the hole.

"It can be hot around here, kid", one of the men said. "It was slow today,
I think. Even though you had 'em piled in here..."

"You like your picture taken?", the other man asked.

"I guess", I replied. Other than vacation and school pictures, I didn't
even know what he meant.

"You'd look great in pics", he continued. "Doing just what you were doing
here."

"Here?", I replied. I never knew anyone would ever want to take pictures of
a kid sucking cocks in a gloryhole stall. It almost seemed funny to me. And
so I asked, "Why? Who wants pictures of me in a bathroom?"

The two men laughed but said, "A lot of men, kid."

"Millions of them", the other added.

The two heard a noise just outside the restroom and so one said, "Listen,
son, we have to be moving along. You be here same time tomorrow and we'll
teach you a thing or two about how you can make millions more men really
happy."

"Not as happy as you made us", the other man chuckled. "But a close
simulation of the same happiness. Ain't that right, Bill?"

"We'll take pictures of you. It'll be Max here, another buddy and myself",
Bill said.

"And hopefully a lot of cocks for you, kid", Max added. "You really love
all that cock and cum, don't you, son?"

I blushed and nodded as each man took a quick feel of my boner as I sat on
the potty in front of them. As Max leaned in to stroke my cock, he asked,
"What's your name, son?"

"Stuart but everybody calls me Stuey", I mumbled since it felt so good to
have the two men playing with me. My mom might have called it molestation
but I was having so much fun that I didn't even know how men in a bathroom
could possibly be accused of such a thing. I liked being molested by
strange men, if that's what this was.

"Stuey, Stuey eatin' man stew...", Bill laughed. "Just thinking of video
titles, Stuey. You ate a lot of nut stew this afternoon."

"Nut stew?", I asked, naively.

Bill clutched his cock through his trousers and said, "Nut stew, daddy
stew...sperm...you know sperm."

"He better know sperm,", Max sneered. "Got enough in him to re-populate the
planet."

"Good cock on you, too - big - especially for a kid, Stuey", Max
said. "Damn, it'll look great in pics."

"You need a ride here, tomorrow, son?", Bill then asked me. "If you need a
ride here from school or anything I can swing by and get you."

"Nah", I replied. "I have my bike. I only live about a mile from here."

"Glad to here that. You can pedal up here every day then", Bill said. "Is
that your little bike outside by the walking path?"

I nodded.

Bill said with a grin as he added, "Listen, when you get here, park your
bike right outside this here door. Good advertising to let men know a kid
might be in here playing."

"Outside the door?", I asked.

"Yeah, Stuey", Max added. "It'll let men figure a kid is inside. Never bad
for fun. Lock it up on that big piping right outside the men's room door."

"Okay", I agreed.

The man named Bill then winked at me just as we heard a person make a noise
as he approached the rest room. The two men stepped quickly away from my
stall but then seeing this new person, the Max leaned into my open stall
once again and whispered, "Suck this one off, he's older but has a huge
cock full of cum - just for a little kid like you."

I sat on the potty and heard the two men leave and in not more than a few
seconds, a tall white haired man in golf trousers came around to in front
of my doorless stall and stopped fast. He just stood there in my doorway. I
looked up slightly and could see his pants were tented huge at his
crotch. I looked up his frame further and saw him looking back at the men's
room entrance and then down at me.

Without saying a word, the man unzipped his pants. As he pulled out his
super long, thick penis, a sly grin crossed his face - perhaps he saw my
eyes widen as I looked at it - but he still didn't say a word. He stepped
forward, as if he just knew that I was there to suck penises.

And I sucked him off even as some other stranger entered and walked behind
him to take the stall next to me with the gloryhole. because I was sucking
the tall white-haired man, I didn't even catch a glimpse of whoever it was
in the gloryhole stall.

All I did finally see of the other man was his thick erection as it snaked
through the gloryhole to my left. The man in front of me tapped me on the
top of my head and jerked his head to the side as though telling me to
service the new cock.

I leaned over and put the unknown person's cock into my mouth as the tall
white-haired man held the side of my head as to keep me on it. He
masturbated and would occasionally slap my cheek with his cock as I sucked
the other man. When he was about to cum, he pulled my head off of the other
cock and back onto his. The moment my lips touched his pee slit, his semen
began to shoot out like a river of milky pudding. I could see peripherally
that the stranger on the other side of the gloryhole had stooped to the
hole to watch. All I ever saw of him was his cock and this one eyeball!

Once the tall white-haired man was done ejaculating in my mouth, he quickly
and forcefully pushed my head back to the gloryhole and muttered in a very
deep voice, "Let him rip one down your throat, too, you fuckin' little
cumhole."

And as he played with his softening penis, the white-haired man watched the
other cock thrust itself through the gloryhole and into my throat. I could
see the stranger as he pressed and leaned heavily into his side of the wall
as he screwed my young cum mouth.

And sure enough, like all the rest, his penis blew a load of cum like he
hadn't gotten off in several days. I suppose that whatever leads some men
to seek a blowjob through a gloryhole in a men's room at a park, is somehow
related to how much they want and need to pump sperm into a live mouth.

The next day, since I was curious and had found the restroom to be fun, I
raced my bike up to the park again. I chained my Schwinn that had a banana
seat and on a stick, a pennant with my school's name on it, to a tree just
a few feet from the men's room door. Just as the two men the previous day
had suggested.

Just as I was done locking up my bike, Max, Bill and a third man their same
age approached. "This is Tony", Max said as they were all smiles.

"Hi", I mumbled as Tony looked me up and down.

"You ready to get some more sperm into you, kid?, Bill asked. "Its a
Wednesday and Wednesday afternoons can be busy in this park."

"Sure, I love cocks", I replied.

"Fuck, primo!", Tony then said. "You really are a little cumpig then, huh?"

I blushed but smiled. I was happy it be called that by three grown up men.

"There's a guy inside already", Max said. "We told him that if he waited a
little bit, he could pump a load into a boy. He's in the far stall and is
willing to have his cock on camera. Get in there and service him, okay?"

Without any further prompting, I smiled and hightailed right into the men's
room. With Max, Bill and Tony right on my heels, I saw this fourth man
standing as far into the room as possible. I just caught a flash of him
before he returned to his stall but he seemed to be in his late-twenties
and pretty tall with dark hair.

The middle stall, the same one I had the previous day was empty and I could
already see that the man had his huge cock sticking through the
gloryhole. With Max, Bill and Tony right behind me, grinning ear to ear, I
leaned over to the penis and began sucking it without any hesitation.

"Oh, fuck", Tony muttered as he watched. "This kid's the real deal"

"Told ya", Max said as he groped himself through his slacks.

As I leaned over, sucking the stranger's penis, I felt hands on my hips as
Bill pulled down my shorts. Then I heard a click and glanced to my right to
see Max was snapping pictures. Then I looked over at Tony and saw he had
pulled out a small video camera and was pointing directly at me.

Bill stood to one side in my stall, but I imagine that the camera must have
had his tented crotch in its lens as he spread my butt cheeks apart real
wide. "Look at that hole, you guys", Bill said to the camera.

"Get a close up for those lips clamped to that cock", Max said directing
Tony to zoom in.

Just as I got deep on the man's thick cock, he erupted in orgasm and his
cum flooded my mouth so much that semen dripped out and coated my chin. I
could see Tony jockeying around as to get the whole thing on tape. And I
could hear him as he groaned, "Ohhh, mannn, fuck. What little cumpig! You
go, slut, drink that cum all down!"

The stranger then pulled his penis back through the gloryhole and he flew
out of the men's room, causing the three men to laugh.

"At least that big cock fed ya, kid", Bill laughed as he fingered my butt
hole.

"Let me get a shot, Stuey", Tony said breathlessly as he zoomed in on my
face which was drenched in some stranger's cumload.

As I let him and Max video and snap pics, I saw Tony had a big hard on
inside his Chicago Bears sweat shorts. I reached out and felt his bulge for
him since I hadn't sucked him yet.

He breathed heavily as he pointed his video cam downward to capture my
small hand squeeze him. Since he was holding the camera, Max told me to
pull down his shorts for him. And as I did, Tony's huge uncut boner bounced
out of his jockstrap and upward, hitting me on my nose.

The three men chuckled as I smiled at the camera.

"Suck that big Italian cock, slut", Bill said as he pushed my head onto
Tony's cock.

I sucked the man's super thick cock as Bill held my head on it and Tony
thrust forcefully forward, shoving it deep into my throat as he filmed the
entire thing.

And next to him, Max clicked away at his camera. At one point, Tony got all
three of their cocks in his lens as they pushed them at my mouth, each
smearing my lips in their precum.

As different men would enter the men's room, Tony would briefly hide his
video camera. But since it was such a cruisy park tearoom, it didn't take
any of the men long to figure out what was happening in the stalls. And not
one of them refused being on camera feeding me a load of cum - so long as
they were assured that it would only be their cock seen through the
gloryhole.

"No faces - not even a coat tail if you don't want", Bill told men as
they'd agree to slip their cock through the gloryhole. "Just feed the kid a
load and he'll be happy."

That first day on camera, I must have sucked fifteen different strangers
for Tony's video. It was the coolest thing to be sucking all these
strangers, half of whom I never even got much of a look at since either
Bill, Max or Tony were always sort of blocking my view past the open stall
door.

And that went on for almost six months. I'd be up at the park sucking off
strangers every day after school through the gloryhole for the three men's
video camera. I must have sucked fifteen or twenty different cocks each
time so I knew that Tony had me on tape swallowing cum from hundreds of
different strange men.

I don't even think it occurred to me to ask them what they did with the
videos and pictures until I was sucking for their cameras for nearly a
whole month.

"We have parties", Max said.

"Parties?", I asked, wondering what that had to do with my movies.

"Your mom ever go to a Tupperware party?", Bill asked me.

"Sure. She even had once at our house once", I replied.

"Well, we do something a little that", Bill explained. "Tony, Max and I
host little viewing parties once in a while."

"Cool", I said.

"And you're the feature presentation", Max said with a grin. "We get about
thirty or forty men for movie night. We play your movies and you better
know, kid, that you get all those men beating their meat in one of our
living rooms."

"And then we sell them copies", Bill further explained. "Like selling
Tupperware, we run off copies and they buy them."

"Wow", I said, all thrilled to know that even more were watching me suck
cocks through the park gloryhole than just those who had been in the rest
room.

"That's why we want to give you this", Max said as he placed a baseball cap
on my head. I couldn't see it but he read aloud what it said, "Our Own
Lil'Slugger".

"If your mom or dad asks, just say you found it", Bill said with a
wink. "That hat's a thank you for being such a good little cumpig at the
hole."




Not even a year later, I was sucking off strangers in an adult bookstore
every day after school and all day every day during the summer months. Max
had told me that he knew the man who owned it and that the man was a
regular customer of my gloryhole tapes. And since the bookstore was only a
mile from my house in the other direction from the park, I was able to bike
there.

In the back of the building were several unmarked doors and I was told that
if I went in through the third one, which was usually left unlocked, it
would lead right into a dark hallway behind the gloryhole booth arcade.

>From there, I was hooked. On summer days, I'd pedal up there by nine in
the morning and sit in a booth sucking cocks until I had to get home for
supper.

It got to the point that even though I swallowed as much cum as I could,
I'd be a mess by the time I'd exit a gloryhole booth. When the man who
owned the place saw me in the alley one day getting back on my bike, he
stopped me.

"You're fucking drenched", me whispered as he tossed out some
garbage. "That all cum?"

I'd look down and indeed the whole front of me would be coated in streaks
of semen.

"And your hair's matted, too", the man whispered in a very paternal
manner. "You been riding home through traffic like that?", he asked.

I nodded.

"Covered in cum", the owner laughed to himself. "You are a little
cumpig...but I tell you what", he said. "Bring a change of a tee shirt
tomorrow. You can't be riding around looking like that. What if you fall
off your bike and cop sees you saturated in cum like that?"

So from that day on, I kept a clean tee shirt tied onto the back of my
bike.

When I turned twelve, Max and Bill asked if I'd like to set a record. I
didn't have any idea what they were talking about. Max explained that some
woman had sex with a thousand men and it was a huge seller in the porn
industry.

"We could do one of you maybe, we were thinking", Bill chimed in.

"A thousand people?", I asked timidly but excitedly.

"Well, a thousand cocks at least", Max said. "Since I doubt many men would
want to be seen on video fucking a little boy's throat full of cum."

"It would be gloryhole all the way", Bill explained. "Hell, the men
wouldn't even have to know they were screwing chicken throat."

"Yeah, that's what we were thinking, Stuey", Max agreed. "We could set it
up where the men wouldn't even necessarily know. They don't care whose
mouth they're fucking a load into through a gloryhole anyway, so we figure
we'd just tell them to step up to the hole for a blowjob - where you'll be
on the other side with Tony, Bill and me filming it all."

What do ya think?", Bill asked as he stroked his hard on through his
trousers.

"COOL!", I said fully agreeing to the idea.

"Problem is this, Stuey", Max then said. "We're going to need you for a few
days - maybe three days. It might take that long for us to do it all."

"And we want to do it right", Bill interjected. "Over a thousand cocks if
you can do that - all feeding you a load."

"Sure", I replied. "I'll try at least."

"But the hook is we know we could get it made right in only one place", Max
said.

"One of the men who buys our...your ...tapes owns an adult superstore in
San Francisco. It's in the heart of the Tenderloin...", Bill said.

"That's the sex district", Max explained. "It's where men of all stripes
from students to suit and tie dads to total pervs come - and from all over
the world - to get some great head."

"It's a place we can wire and film in", Bill said. "Full carte blanche to
film you getting your throat fucked until at least a thousand men have bust
a nut in your slut mouth."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?", Max asked a he caught my wide grin. "I
knew you would."

"Can you get away from home for a few days?", Bill asked.

"I dunno", I said.

"It's summer", Max said. "You're out of school."

"I know, it's just that San Francisco is five hundred miles away", I said.

"Don't worry about that", Bill laughed. "We aren't expecting you to ride
your bike there."

"Tony, Bill and myself will drive you there", Max said with a smile. "You
just need to find an excuse to get away for three or four days."

"Three or four days of just sucking down loads out of big cocks, kid", Bill
said. "Just you eating endless loads of cum. Come on, you're a little
cumpig, you know you want all those cocks feeding a load right down your
throat, right?"

I gave a mischievous grin since both men knew I did. I agreed but couldn't
promise I could get away.

But it was easier than I thought it would be. I lied and said that a friend
from school wanted me to come to his house for camping week since it was
summertime. My parents called but since I'd given them Max's phone number,
he just pretended to be my phantom friend's dad.

I played it to the hilt, even packing my sleeping bag. Telling my parents I
might need it during the week, I then rode my bike up the park where I met
Tony, Max and Bill.

They stopped by Bill's house and dumped my bike and sleeping bag before we
headed up to San Francisco. I sat in the back seat where Tony spent half
the trip fingering my butt hole as I sucked on his cock. He even made a
game of it each time we passed a big rig on the highway.

"If they honk, they're into it, kid", Bill announced gleefully from the
driver's seat. And sure enough we got about five or six different truckers
blowing their horn as they'd parallel us for a couple of miles at a
stretch.

We got into San Francisco and stayed at a sort of dumpy motel in the middle
of the city. As we went to the room, Bill said, "It ain't much but they
don't care who's staying here or coming or going."

When we got to the room, Max immediately called the man who owned the adult
superstore - which was old and huge. As Max spoke on the phone, Bill told
me that the place was old and cavernous. It had a five hundred seat movie
theater and a bookstore arcade that was non-stop twenty-four hours of the
day.

"Men come from everywhere just to have some slutty cockplay for a few
days", Bill said.

"Some come and all they do is let people play with their cock for the days
they're in town", Tony added as he checked his video equipment. I could
see, since he was standing in profile that he had a huge hard on as he
spoke. "Men come and don't even see the sights. All they want to do is see
how many guys they can get to play with their dick."

"And some just come to get a stomach-load of semen", Bill quipped as he
tousled my hair.

"Well, they got to get inside that throat before they can pump out their
cum", Tony added as he stepped over to me and made me suck on three of his
fingers. He pushed them deeper and deeper into my throat as he spoke. "They
all got to get their meat in this one throat before they can each add to
the pot."

Max hung up the phone and told me to take a shower while he and Tony went
over to the super store to get a hidden access space behind the booth I'd
be in all wired up with sound cameras. He told Tony and Bill, "Dean even
arranged for a couple of guys who will help us with some of the filming -
which is good so Tony and I don't miss anything if we got to take a leak or
something."

Max then winked at me and said, "See, kid, they all want to see a little
kid cumpig at work at the hole. Stay with Bill here and take a shower,
settle in", Max explained. "If we can get you sucking cocks tonight, that
would be great. This place is hopping all day and night. And its as nuts
after midnight as it is during married daddy daytime hours."

He then turned to Bill and instructed, "We'll call you once we get things
set up. Grab a cab and bring him then. Just get out a block from the place
to be safe."

Bill and I watched as Tony and Max packed up some equipment and brought it
back to where the rest of it was in the back of their paneled van.

After they left, Bill said he wanted to molest me while I was in the
shower. I laughed because that's what he said, "Go take a shower, Stuey. I
want to molest you in there, while you're all wet and naked."

I stood there and told him that he could do anything he wanted with me. So
he told me to stand where I stood at the foot of one of the two queen sized
beds in the sort of dumpy, dimly-lit rooms.

Bill was a big man. He wasn't fat just big and tall. Whenever he stepped
up, it seemed that he loomed over me.

"Just stand still while I take off your clothes", he said with a nasty
smile. But although he smiled, their was a certain serious intensity on his
face which I had never seen before. "Just stand still", he reiterated.

In a single motion he pulled my tee shirt up and over my head. I just went
with it, raising my arms as he did so. It was like he was undressing a
child.

Once he had me bare-chested he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "I use
to do this all the time to my own sons when they were little...a long time
ago now", as he slipped his large hands into and down the back of my sweat
shorts. "There ain't nothing like molesting my own sons...except maybe
molesting a little cumwhore slut boy like you."

I blushed as I enjoyed the sensations of Bill's lewd caresses.

"Such a little fucking cock slut you are", Bill said gruffly as he felt me
up everywhere. "Here with men getting your throat all fucked...sucking down
sperm from anyone...little body all turned out for play...you fucking
little whore...mommy and daddy not even knowing what fucking little cumpig
you are."

"We're gunna get this tummy here", he said as he sensually stroked my
smooth upper abdomen, "As full of sperm as we can. But right now, I want to
molest you in the shower, okay?"

I nodded as I stepped out of my sweat shorts and kicked off my Keds
sneakers.

"You get in there and get all good and wet," Bill instructed. "And then
daddy will be in to molest you."

My heart pounded since I was sort of nervous but excitedly so. My hard on
was almost hurting I was so hard. I had never heard Bill talk to me this
way before. I know he always liked to slid his hand into my shorts and
finger my butt hole while I sucked cocks at the gloryhole but he never
called himself "daddy" before.

I stepped into the small, simple shower stall and soaped myself using the
tiniest bar of soap I had ever seen. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and
I could see through the clear plastic shower curtain that Bill had stripped
down to only his white boxer shorts and black socks.

"Daddy's got to take a piss", is all he said as he entered the bathroom and
closed the door. Knowing that I was watching, since he had to know that, he
stepped up to the toilet which was directly next to where I stood. Bill
pulled his big penis out of the fly of his boxers but I couldn't see him
peeing.

That's when he turned and quickly pulled aside the shower curtain.

He looked at me and said, "Did I catch my little slut son looking at his
daddy's big cock again? What did I raise - a little cocksucking queer? Is
that what daddy's got on his hands? A son who wants some of what daddy's
got between his legs?"

Before I could reply, which didn't even seem necessary since it were as if
Bill were almost talking to himself - or one of his sons in his head -
rather than to me, he aimed his bull cock directly at me and started
pissing all over me.

His urine felt warm as cooler water showered over me.

He aimed his penis upwards so the powerful stream hit my chin and then my
lips. "Daddy pissing all over his own little son...you like being daddy's
urinal?"

I nodded as he pushed my down a bit with a hand on my shoulder. "Drink your
daddy's pee, kid", Bill ordered. "Daddy can do anything he wants to do
inside that mouth, can't he?"

All that I could do was to again nod since his hot piss was streaming down
my throat as I held open my mouth for him.

When he was done pissing, Bill let his boxers fall to the ground. He took
the bar of soap and began to soap me up everywhere. His large hands were
everywhere and he loving spent time soaping up my butt hole, young nuts and
hard on. He squatted some as he ran his hands all over and slipped fingers
into my butt hole once he thought it slick enough.

"Daddy's little boy", he almost muttered to himself, "letting his daddy
molest him and feel his privates all over. The shower going so mommy can't
hear. Daddy sticking his man fingers inside that little fuck hole of a boy
butt...training his boy's butt hole to take cocks. Daddy making a slut out
of his boy, his own little son. You're nothing but daddy's little slut. And
daddy's going to crank you out and put my kid's mouth and ass out
there. We're all going to film you getting pumped with cock...cum...any man
who wants a piece..."

As he spoke, mostly to himself, Bill masturbated himself with his free
hand. When he neared orgasm, his voice changed and very commandingly he
ordered me to kneel in the shower stall.

He stood in front of me, water running on me the entire time, and placed
the head of bull fat cock between my lips. "Daddy's feeding his little guy
a nutload. Swallow all that daddy's pee pee makes, son. Eat all that daddy
batter down like a good little boy...you fuckin' cumslut - drinking all the
contents of your daddy's big scrotum."

Bill stood over me and then suddenly a huge smile came across his
face. "That was fun, wasn't it, Stuey? Just like molesting my own boys
again. Now rinse off and get dressed. Max and Tony might want you sucking
cock all night tonight if they get things together over there."



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