Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2004 19:28:46 -0500
From: MyDad's MyJohn <m_g_h_j@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Whoring with Dad" Part 11: FINIS

Whoring With Dad
Part 11/FINIS: Everybody Meets Life's Unexpected Fate
By: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE
m_g_h_j@hotmail.com


Disclaimer & Warning:

Men, in plain and simple English: Don't ever pull down the pull up pants of
a little kid with whom you may find yourself alone with unless you're just
trying to help him to undress for beddy-bye or when potty training...um,
never mind, forget that.

If you're an adult male, simply never, ever do anything sexual with or in
the vicinity of a child. Even if yo' po'whi'folk and gots nothin' but that
one big bed and mama's done always knocked up swoll'n wi'child. If there's
any chance (any chance at all) that two-year-old lil'Abner might just happen
to roll beneath his horny pappy...while pappy's in mid-thrust, (shall we
say), and thereby lil'Abner risks getting' his pappy's big, ol'backwoods
boner shoved deeeeeep up inta 'im...it's advised that you get the little guy
out of that creaky bed...NOW! And stuff that big, fat dick of yours back
into yo'burlap pants and go make mo'moonshine so you can sells it 'n'git
yo'son a proper horsehair mattress fur the floor bys the fire.

(It's just fun to type that out).

In any event, the author strongly encourages all adult men to keep their
much larger, much hairier penises within their slacks whenever around kids.
And, yes - don't get all hung up on semantics - we do also mean refrain from
getting them to bounce up and down on the tenting boner INSIDE your slacks
as well. It is illegal and wrong on so many levels to "act" upon any of what
you're thinking right...now.

But, please feel free to READ and masturbate! Yes! You are more than welcome
to cerebrally explore your dark perversions but only when alone or while in
the company of other like-minded adult men. Never, though, include a minor
in any of your sexual activity (and, yes, "nude finger-painting" with your
four-year-old son would be considered a sexual activity).

The story, "Whoring With Dad" is copyrighted to the author. Refrain from
re-posting, selling or publishing it anywhere or to anyone without the
author's prior written consent. The author realizes that "Living" magazine
may be looking for more articles now that Martha's been marginalized, but
still, if you're an editor there, it may be a "good thing" not to print
"Whoring With Dad" in its holiday edition. Now, on the other hand, if you're
an editor at "Sports Illustrated", doing so could be rather "racy" hot. (And
while the author's at it - HEY! How about a 'Jocks in Swimsuits' edition?
Long overdue, SI. What are you? A sexist, biased, discriminatory
publication?)!

Venting is good...its why God invented zippers.

The story, "Whoring With Dad", is strictly intended for personal libidinous
use by adult males whether at home, at work or at play. It is written with
the idea in mind that as men sit down to peruse it, they will become erect
(no, not their posture). It is written so that men can not help but get a
woody in their slacks, whether in the office environment or while at home
with one's wife and kids only yards away in the next room. It is written so
as to inspire adult men to "release the beast" in those slacks of theirs.
The author loves the visual of thousands of guys unbuckling and unhitching
their trousers so as to give themselves more room for manly expansion (yes,
see, look down...lower...lower...a man can expand without eating!) as they
get into the same true tale of utter and unadulterated perversion.

The story is written so that guys of all sorts will shove a hand into their
respective undershorts. Unless, of course, they're at some depraved
'Gathering' with other men (perhaps a "Whoring With Dad" jack off party ???)
where, then, they are more than welcome to reach into a buddy's undershorts
while reading.

"Whoring With Dad" is written in an effort to channel men's deepest, most
depraved desires to commit illicit and drooling perversions within our city
parks and the bedrooms of one's own offspring... into simple and wholesome
"reading".

And finally it's objective is to get men to blow seed all over their
keyboards and monitors (hey, gotta have SOME fun). To paraphrase "It's a
Wonderful Life", "With each man's diverted ejaculate, George, a pervert
earns his wings...". Hear those orgasms as millions of children thank you,
dear readers.

Do not read the story if you are a minor or in a locale where the reading of
such works is prohibited. Do not read it if you find such subject matter
distasteful.

With the risk of sounding "repetitive", it can never be stressed
aggressively enough: If you are an adult male, never touch, suck, wag things
in front of, insert things into, "feed" or otherwise do anything which may
be directly or sneakily sexual with or to a child. Please refer to your
particular country's or state's Age of Consent laws and guidelines. Although
even without doing so, it should be obvious to men that anyone still in
Pampers will most assuredly be protected by such laws no matter which
country or state you may live in (...or move to... or vacation in).

Written materials are protected speech. Although written, detailed and
graphic text messages are always welcomed, the author never solicits or
invites any photographic imagery from his fans when they e-mail.



Preface:

As men know after a certain age, everything in Life does not play out as we
expect it might. And that is usually a good thing. After all, predictability
may be comforting to some, but it sure doesn't allow for all the ways men
can lewdly walk the Earth.

Most perverts and other assorted sexaholic men, in fact, prefer a Life of
surprise encounters. They welcome and even make happen trysts with whoever
might be on the other side of that gloryhole, beneath that men's room stall
partition or whichever male comes through that door next with a cock, mouth
or butt to use. To most men, sex and it's the thrill of random
unpredictability, is what gets them extraordinarily boned up in their
sweatshorts or business suits.

Sure, guys will screw any tight warm hole, it seems. And that includes their
wife or girlfriend's twat at times. Guys have to do the deed at times,
especially if they're "straight". After all, otherwise, they know their need
for extramarital fellatio and their other, darker secrets may risk
"detection". Gosh, how many kids does a man have to have and how many years
of marriage must he put in before he doesn't have to concern himself with
worry over the fact he gets 300 blowjobs a year from dudes in the XXXs and
woods? (I guess you married, straight dads out there will have to, er,
experiment and tell the author your results).

And whereas real life takes twists and turns we hardly expect, so, too, does
the story you are currently reading. It tells of real life events and as
such, has a few extremely hardcore moments, some of which men find shocking
...as they speed up their handstroke.

But every sexual perversion does not always "play out" as expected.
Perversion, like any other thing in Life, is subject to the unexpected.
Sometimes, that "unexpected" can mean that no one actually interrupts forty
men's Motel 6 gangbang of a tot - which is really something "unexpected" by
the men who initially hesitated to attend.

And, yet, other times, the "unexpected" might mean that the village
womenfolk, carrying torches and pitchforks, um, "interrupts" that gangbang
as they bash down the motel room door and skewer their husbands' sex organs
(yeah, that's also something "unexpected").

The unexpected can certainly "put a crimp in one's sexual day".  Like the
janitor lady who comes into the men's room to mop up at the exact same
moment six men are all finally getting into some pretty heavy stuff at the
urinals with a very cockhungry young teenager. One could not have expected
that rude and sloshing mop, unless one had read the janitorial schedule on
the back of the men's room door carefully before unzipping.

Or the young mother who comes home early from the mall because the credit
card was declined at Saks. That can be an "unexpected" thing especially as
dad scrambles to pull on his Jockey shorts and get little Matty back into
his playpen.

If one only focused on those sorts of examples of the unexpected though, one
would have to ask why men would be so turned on to it.

And that would be a good question if there weren't all sorts of wondrously,
jaw-dropping, "unexpected" moments as well.

Like the forty-eight year old businessman at a convention hotel who goes
into the men's room on the conference room floor, simply planning to urinate
and get back to his meeting -- but who instead "unexpectedly" comes upon a
four-year-old in that men's room blowing his dad and two other out-of-towner
businessmen in a stall.

Or like the big-dicked high school sophomore who "unexpectedly" gets a call
to baby-sit some eighteen-month-old - a call from a man with whom he once
had very nasty "dad-son" role play sex in the toilets at the local park.
Apparently, the man liked it when the kid said he was always so horny he
could screw anything full of cum...anything! Heck, he sure wasn't expecting
that offer when his cell phone rang while in the middle of doing his Algebra
homework!

"Unexpected" can mean being in the middle of a pack of men in the back of
the adult movie house, everyone unzipped and surrounding some cocksucker's
head. And as one gets nearer "the sucking cum dump", one "unexpectedly"
discovers its one's own dad or son or minister or soccer coach or boss or
brother-in-law blowing everyone in the joint. One barely could have expected
that "discovery" when one paid his seven-dollar entry fee.

Or on a more pedestrian (yeah, the author typed ped-es-tri-an) level, all
one has to do is look at men's fascination for Sports where the real thrill
is in the unexpected. You're just never sure that dude's going to hit that
ball or beat that time. God, guys by the dozens are beating off their
"enthusiasm" into the urinals at half-time (they get so excited)!

And its why men love poker and gambling in general. There's a thrill in not
knowing if that hand will hand you the house...or have you handing over your
house! Yet guys are so turned on by that thrill, many actually get a boner
as they sit at poker tables in Vegas! (Check it out next time when certain
dudes get up from the gaming tables trying to hide a tenter ...as they make
a beeline for the men's room to beat off).

So men welcome, even hope for the "unexpected" especially when it comes to
sex. Look at straight guys and husbands' number one complaint sexually: "It
got sort of boring with her." Or "It got to being the same routine after six
months of marriage. I just needed more, you know..."

In fact, besides a simple need to ejaculate daily, their drive for something
"exciting", "new", "daring" and most certainly "unexpected" is what pulls
men by the millions into XXXs and down suck paths in the woods. A need for
something "to mix it up a bit" is why so many straight dudes let other men
into their zippers.

The unexpected, heck, let's face it, is what drives the world of Internet
pornography. Its that continual promise that perhaps the next web page will
reveal a hotter body, a bigger dick, a younger cocksucker, and a younger
cocksucker...and a younger cocksucker...and an even younger
cocksucker...Yeah, that particular 'promise' is a kicker!

Men's innate desire to be surprised and constantly stimulated by the
unexpected is what fuels their hours and hours of clicking and jerking
(isn't that a weightlifting term? lol). Let's see that prego whore in her
ninth month get gangbanged... deep...and hard...and juiced up in cum as the
sanctity of her womb is willingly defiled by fifteen horsehung black guys
(why do so many white fathers-to-be always seem to want to see their wives
fucked like a sow by black guys?).

Next page, lets see some pig of a man slobber on the sex organs of his
Dalmatian. 'Man, did you know a dog could cum that much?'And men keep on
clicking: See a priest beating off into the open mouths of three altar
boys...click...a teenage Thai sex slave chained'n'fucked by three men and a
contraption on wheels...click...a lipsticked slut being blasted continuously
in the face by ejaculating cocks (where do they find so many cock?)...click
some more... a "mother" smothering her "daughter" in hairy mom-twat...right
click...a "dad" smothering his "daughter" in hairy dad-testicles...left
click...a "mom" shoving her tongue into her "son's" pink
butthole...scroll...a "dad" shoving the cocks of all his poker buddies into
his "son's" sleeping mouth...click, click...a "llama" mounting
"grandma"...click again...a cat (yeah, a pussy cat) licking up the "milk"
"grandpa" sets out for it...click...forty active duty United States Marines
getting handjobs from the same hairy-knuckled, disembodied hand...click... a
black man screwing an Asian man...scroll down...an Asian man sucking a
Hispanic man...scroll down...a Hispanic man fucking a white man...scroll
down...a white man fisting a Polar bear (a "bearly" legal Polar bear, of
course)!

It's the unexpected sexual thrill that makes a man's boner really jump in
his trousers. A man's libido wants to be fed the stuff it needs to make his
cock grow and grow (like the Blob!) 'Did that author really "say" that?
Sixty men and one lost little boy? Did I see what I think I just saw? A
goateed cumpig slugging down a gallon of fresh, hot semen contributed by the
entire Texas A&M male student body? Hey, was that the dick of a Palomino or
a Tennessee Walker that Mexican bitch just wrapped her lips around? Did you
know fast food guys jerk off into the food? Think that's really her daddy
doing that to her?  Is that Tom Cruise's actual bulge or was he just
stuffing those white Jockeys for the cameramen? Hey, am I counting a
thirtieth guy in line for his ass...or is that just an elbow?'

But, of course, not all men are hoping the "unexpected" will simply be what
has come to be the somewhat "expected" sex and taboos of the Internet. After
all, 'cheerleaders who love cum', "housewives who crave pussy" and 'Russian
boys who suck dick' are barely anything radical to bone up a modern-day
Internet user.

Today, everyone knows that "gloryhole girls" are just paid porn princesses
doing a photo shoot for a hundred bucks (er, dollars). And everybody's
caught on to the fact that when a really young skaterdude on a pay site says
he'll "suck any man in the continental USA", what they really mean is that
he'll be sucking off the next four twinks also under contract to perform
sexually for the web site. And most men, no matter how perverted, can
usually tell that those two in a 69 position aren't a genuine father and
son. After all, most fathers and sons share at least one physical trait...
and aren't both in their twenties. And, experienced men know that grinning,
gray haired lady isn't really a Granny cumslut - she's just a really,
really, really old cumslut. And after a while, if some dude's wife is really
a "gangbang housewife", why is she always fingering her pussy...all alone?

Instead, men remain glued (so to speak) hoping for the unexpected - the real
unexpected. They hope they just might see their own wife on a 'Married but
Lonely' personals page sucking dicks in their kitchen (so that's why
dinner's always late!). Or perhaps they'll come to realize the chick they've
been beating off to for a month now, "Virginal Vagina, the Teenage Sperm
Nympo" is actually the neighbor's high school prom queen daughter. Or that
maybe they'll one day actually recognize one of those "amateur hunks" as the
guy in Kitchens & Baths at the local Home Depot. Or, they want that 'OH MY
GOD!' moment - where their jaw drops as they ask themselves, 'Isn't that
handsome guy with the thiiiick ten-inch dick, my investment broker?' Yeah,
whether gay or straight, men are hoping that one of their zillion clicks
will land on pics of the pastor of their church on all fours showing his
semen-loaded man cunt to any guy beating off. Or maybe...just maybe they'll
open a web cam some day to see that big, young dick...and smooth little
bubblebutt...of their own kid. Heck, they didn't know the little squirt was
showing it off to a huge audience of masturbating men (4 P.M. daily)...but
by remaining "open" to the unexpected, now they know (and tune in daily from
their office).

And we can also get a little philosophical about it all, too. When it comes
to story telling, especially in Western Culture, we're all rather trained to
think linearly, or along a continuous path. We're trained to expect that if
a big boobed tramp is introduced into a "scene", by the next "scene" she's
going to get some dick in her from all the guys in the bar. Yet, as we all
know, in real Life, sometimes a big boobed tramp just comes into the bar to
use the ladies room, saying, "'Hate to tease all you big, fine, handsome
men...but Twinkle's just gotta tinkle and get back to her car!"

Hey, that's LIFE. Yeah, sometimes, real life leaves your boner
throbbing...alone in the dark.

And "Whoring With Dad" is no exception. The unexpected comes in the way it
describes how many men in real life really, truly will and have actually
done some outrageous things to little guys. And the unexpected also unfold
in ways that are, well, "unexpected". Like, although they do indeed occur,
sometimes, a massive gangbang, even a tot, can get a bit monotonous. Who
would have thought a fiftieth man ejaculating into someone would inspire a
yawn? But, it can sometimes. Surprising but true. And you never could have
"expected" that.

The author believes that Truth is always hotter than fiction, even if
getting to the Truth has one taking more spins and turns than one is used to
when reading only "predictable" erotica. Perhaps it's a "let down" to see
Tomas removed from the puddle of semen only to be "rescued" (...but was
he?). Perhaps its annoying that a man won't put his dick into such a
convenient little mouth when the door's locked and he's being egged on to do
so by a horse-dicked pervert (...ah, but will he?).

But just as fifteen men will do such things, at times, you'll be surprised
that the sixteenth man won't. That's simply the way odds seem to work in
real life (as opposed to gratuitous fiction :)).

Life takes us up streets and down alleyways we might not go if we alone were
plotting our course. Yet whereas some men like the direct approach to all
things at all times, other men know there's much to be found around those
unknown corners, therefore, such men leave themselves open to where Life
takes them.

"How come these things never happen to me?", the reader may ask himself.

"Have you allowed yourself to go down all sorts of streets and alleyways in
Life?", the author would reply. It's all happening out there but not if one
has expectations of how and where things will present themselves.

Now, let's find out what Life has in store for little Kevin and baby Tomas.
Their fates aren't quite anything anyone might expect.




Whoring With Dad
Part 11/FINIS: Everybody Meets Life's Unexpected Fate



Dr. Philip sat on the edge of the SRO twin bed as he laid Tomas upon it. The
baby's cooing and trusting sleepiness did not escaping the doctor's notice,
"Well, I must say that this little one is a trooper. He seems none the worse
for wear after what has had to have been some trauma to a body this small."

He then turned his handsome, hirsute and still nude body toward me as he
asked, "And your dad has this room just for the two of you? He's in another
room, you said?"

I stood next to the bed clinging close to the doctor and Tomas. "Uh ha. He's
down the hall and we have this room."

Dr. Philip knitted his brow as he shook his head slightly. "Well, that's
interesting, Kevin. My wife and I have two little boys, Scott's your age and
Brett's about a year older than your brother here. And I can't imagine ever
bringing them to such a place, let alone, putting them up in their own room.
Your dad realizes there are many men... here at the Lawson, right?"

"I know that!" I giggled thinking it silly to mention the obvious. "It's
only men here, Dr. Philip!"

The man shook his head again realizing he had to be more direct. And looking
at the two little boys who had just been used repeatedly by men in the
locker room, he figured the direct approach might be the only way to reach
me.

"No, no, Kevin", the doctor said softly. "I...I ...I know its only men here.
The big rule at the Lawson is it's for men only. That's not what I meant.
What I did meant was that doesn't your daddy know that such a place, since
it is open only to men, attracts many...well, many men...strangers...
looking for special fun...the sort of fun strangers have when they're in
such a place."

I must have given him a confused look since I knew that men, strangers, also
liked special fun with me and Tomas. I told him so and added, "...And we're
not men."

Dr. Philip cleared his throat and then took a deep breath. "Yes, I see
that...what I should say is that a place like this attracts certain men and
gets men into a certain mood...a mood for special fun...sex...with other
men....with strangers."

"I know that", I said plainly.

"And yet your daddy brings you and your baby brother here?", the doctor
again pushed.

"He doesn't know", I said, then added desperately, "You can't tell him!"

Doctor Philip grabbed me around my small waist and pulled me into his knee.
"What mustn't he know? Your daddy, what don't you want him knowing?"

I took a breath and said very quietly, "That Tomas and I play with men."

Dr. Philip had a look of confusion in his eyes as he replied, "You don't
think your daddy knows what all these men are doing to you?"

My jaw dropped and I was shocked. "No!", I replied. "And he can't know,
please!"

"Your daddy brings you to a single room on a floor with the likes of those
men in the hallway and downstairs and yet he doesn't know they're making you
and your baby brother do things? Things men shouldn't be doing to little
boys", the man asked to clarify what he thought he was hearing.

I nodded as I gripped his kneecap as begged. "Please don't tell!"

The man took another deep, slow breath but gave a small smile. He didn't
want to push further in that line of inquiry. But he had to know something
more. "Okay, Kevin", he asked gently. "You say your daddy doesn't know about
what these men are doing to you and to Tomas while you're here at the
Lawson, am I correct? Did I hear you right?"

I nodded and ran my little fingers nervously around the man's athletic and
hairy kneecap.

"But let me ask you something else. Is that okay", the doctor said.

"Sure, ok", I replied. I knew to always do and answer anything men asked of
me.

"Ok, and don't get mad at me for asking", the man said. "Has your daddy done
anything ever to you or to your little brother?"

"Anything?", I asked.

"Well, you know...anything like... these men have done to the two of you
today...anything sexual?", the doctor asked slowly, his voice nearly
trailing off to a whisper.

I stood still and gave a small smile.

"Is that my answer?" the man asked as he leaned in to look at my face. "Then
I take it he has? Things like the men have done to you and your baby
brother?"

I nodded and grinned.

"And it doesn't bother you?", the kind man asked. "Although looking at your
expression, I imagine it doesn't."

I simply grinned and ran my small hand along the man's hairy inner thigh
upward toward his big, hairy, heavy genitals. But his firm grip on my wrist
stopped me. "Ah, ah, ah!", he said with a pleasant grimace. "Little boys
shouldn't do that to strange men...or even their own daddies."

I blushed and got a little mad. I wanted to suck the man's penis and he
wouldn't let me.

"Okay, I don't want to ask or hear anymore", the doctor said as he looked at
Tomas again, who slept on top of the no-nonsense woolen YMCA blanket. "This
little brother of yours is a mess.", the doctor said as he shook his head
evaluating the copious amounts of semen which had coated and dried to a
sticky shine all over the eighteen-month-old's smooth flesh. "We need to get
this gunk off him...hand me a wet, soapy facecloth there, won't you, Kev?",
the man said as he pointed to the sink next to the window.

Despite my annoyance that I wasn't able to touch the man's really big penis,
I complied and took a small towel off the rack, wetted it under a faucet and
ran a bar of white soap into it. Also, as I did it so, feeling it slip
anyway, I let the big white towel fall off my body and to the floor. Dr.
Philip continued to sit on the bed, making sure Tomas, although asleep,
wouldn't roll onto the floor. And yet, I turned just in time to catch a
glimpse of the man as he had been looking at my tiny round butt the whole
while I had my back turned to him.

"Got the towel ready?", the doctor asked as he cleared his throat, knowing
that his glance had been caught.

I stepped up along the side of the bed but before handing the doctor the
damp facecloth, I said very matter-of-factly, "I know how to clean him off
even better than a towel." Although the doctor seemed lost, I knew what I
was up to.

"Oh? You do?", the doctor replied. "What's better than soap and water?", he
added quite genuinely.

Still holding the wet towel, I smiled at the man as I got upon the bed where
I then wedged the soapy facecloth atop the headboard. I then knelt over
Tomas, leaned into him and began to run my tongue all over his cum-coated
little body.

Dr. Philip said, "No, no, no! You mustn't do that!".  And yet I noticed that
despite his startled protests, the doctor never made a move to stop me as he
continued to sit there and watch.

As my saliva ran across the numerous streaks of dried sperm all over Tomas'
body, it acted to reconstitute the copious amounts of perverted milk. It
re-hydrated daddymilk men had shot all over him, making my lips and tongue
all gooey and white with semen.

Dr. Philip sat there shaking his head as he watched closely. "Kevin, you
mustn't do that. A little boy shouldn't be eating that stuff...you don't
even know who or how many men did that to him."

I heard but didn't want to listen to the man. I licked and slurped all over
Tomas' torso and arms and chubby little legs - everywhere I could see or
sniff or taste daddy milk. I looked over and saw that Dr. Philip stared at
my mouth where it frothed in unknown amounts of reproductive fluid from
forever-unidentifiable men. So I lifted my head and showed him my open
mouth, all slimy slick in frothy milkiness.

He shook his head as he watched. The doctor was so entranced in shock by the
perversion in front of him, he didn't even noticed what I had noticed - the
further perversion behind him. As I showed Dr. Philip how much I liked
spermies, I could see that the two older men from the hallway had quietly
opened the door, entered and were standing masturbating in my room as they
witnessed the entire scene.

As he jerked his really long and really fat uncut cock, the fully naked one
of the two, finally made their presence known by saying, "That's the way,
kid, eat all that nasty fucksauce...shiiiiiiiit".

Hearing the man's voice, Dr. Philip practically jumped out of his skin as he
twisted to his right in order to look toward the door.

But before he could say anything, the other man, the one in Jockey shorts,
now pulled down to below his hefty scrotum, quickly said, "Don't worry,
buddy. 'Door's locked....now. We ain't looking for no trouble... just
wantin' to share in the kiddypark amusements. And, damn, well, since we know
you ain't their daddy, there ain't too much you can do to stop us from
having ourselves a whirl with these slut tots, now is there? And I hope I'm
making myself clear, buddy."

"Yeah, fuck", his friend said they approached the bed, "Listen to my friend,
he's Sicilian. 'Shoulda seen what he done to my kids when they were that
age." The two laughed.

The Sicilian then added, "That's right. Like my Pollock buddy here has heard
before: You might have scored them...but that don't mean we can't all get to
home base with 'em."

Dr. Philip stood up and said, "You two shouldn't be in here. Wasn't that
door closed?"

The naked man said, "'Wasn't locked though. Any door not locked in this
place means an open invite, buddy. Joe and me been coming here to the Lawson
for years and that's just the way it goes. Any cock, ass or mouth on the
other side of a door that's open - even just a crack - or unlocked is free
game."

"And fuck, the door to this kiddy room was conveniently unlocked, wasn't it,
Bob?", said the Sicilian man with his Jockey shorts down at his knees.

The two men, Bob and Joe laughed. "Seems to me that Mr. Handsome here or
that little slut there wanted someone coming in. Seem that way to you, too,
Bob?", Joe continued to say.

"Fuck, yeah." Bob replied as he continued to lewdly masturbate, bending his
knees as he stared. Just look at that kiddy cumslut lick up all that
shit...off that other one. Fuck!"

His buddy, Joe, stepped out of his white Jockey shorts while looking at me
slobbering all over Tomas' belly as I scavenged for more semen and he added,
"Damn kid looks hungry for some more. Time he got himself your Pollock
keilbasa and my Sicilian hot sausage in his throat, dontcha think? Whose he
remind you of, Bob?"

Bob shrugged for a moment as he jerked off. "Don't know...that moppet we did
that time in the Field's bathroom at Old Orchard?"

Joe shook his head as he laughed luridly. "Yeah, that one was a good little
cumslut, although he didn't seem to know what was happening to him. But
no...", the Sicilian added as he sped up his jerking motion, "I was thinkin'
your kid... your Stanley. What a slut he was. Remember doing him all those
years ago? Fuck, its been like thirty fuckin' years we been doing this now,
buddy."

Upon hearing his friend's words, Bob's face dropped a bit, looking suddenly
rather sullen. And yet ironically he was also so in the depths and throes of
perversion, he didn't miss one masturbating stroke of his huge Polish
daddycock, as he replied, "Yeah, that would be right. Stanley's going to be
celebrating his thirtieth birthday so that would be right....twenty-nine
years ago we started."

"Yeah, I know you remember", Joe smirked. "We said we'd take whoever had a
son first and make him into a cumslut, I know you remember. Come on
buddy...lighten up, it was the plan we agreed on."

Bob smiled slightly as he pulled this thick, slick cock, "Oh, I know, I
know. I don't got no problem with it..."

"Fuck, your kid swallowed cum like nobody's business. Making him do us at
his birthday parties...making him do us in your truck when we'd pick him up
after his Little League games.  Fuck, you spoiled me, Bob. You Pollocks know
good food like us Dagos do. Ever talk to him...Stanley... anymore?"

Bob shook his head. "Ain't heard from him since he was sixteen - my wife or
me. You know that. Just hear things here and there since."

"That's right, damn shame. He could still be chugging our cum if the little
cumpig didn't run away like he did. Your little cum slugger went from cum to
heroin, though didn't he, Bob. He's a cumsucker on the stuff - sucking,
swallowing, snorting, shooting...what a fucked up slut. Just one fucked up
piece of cumhole, ain't he, Bob?", Joe laughed. "Fuck, no worry, he's
probably chugging sperm in the back rows of where's he at? Fagtown San
Francisco?"

Bob nodded.

"Yeah, your son's probably chugging sperm all day long in dirty shithole
places there. Those fucking places with holes like they got on Mannheim
here. Your son's got to be in one of those places -- when he can hold his
head up, that is - with guys shooting cum down his throat...putting needles
in his arms, shit up his nose...more cum down his throat...others draping
him over a seat in some movie palace there and more shooting cum up his ass.
We cranked him out right, uh buddy?" Joe said, his horrid words and cruel
demeanor about his friend's eldest son shocking Dr. Philip.

"Yeah, right", Bob replied, obviously demoralized yet with a weirdly
understanding demeanor. And even more oddly, the man, seemingly, rather
enjoyed the harsh talk coming from his lifelong buddy in perversion. With a
weak yet lewd smile on his face, Bob even added to it all saying, "You got
it right. My wife...his sisters...they still don't know where we went wrong.
Fuck, they don't know that's you and me cranked him out early and right
...like we planned. Made my son a fag addict -- for cum, for cock, for
anything guys want to stick in his mouth. That's right."

Dr. Philip was shocked despite being also rather enthralled by the very
strange and unexpected conversation these two were having. He had never in
his life heard two fathers speak of such things. "The both of you plotted to
do that to his son?" He asked Joe, the Sicilian, as he gestured to Bob.

"Yeah whadkinIsay? Gunna to take our Catholic identity cards away, buddy?
The plan was to make him just what Stanley, his son, is today, buddy. Hey,
Bob was all for it", the Sicilian said as he aggressively masturbated using
two hands. "See if we could get one of our kids hooked on cum...make a slut
of him...and fuck, man, we got it to work. More than worked - I bet your
son's all over that queer city taking loads morning, noon and night - even
when he's half out of it...guys shooting cum into his open mouth when he's
passed out even I bet."

Bob nodded, "Last I heard, from a union buddy who went out there - my
Stanley got a job moppin' floors at one of those cocksucking clubs they got
there in Frisco...one of those big places where cumfags, that's all they
do...suck cocks and drink cum all day around the clock. 'Place called
Milkdrinkers, Inc.. Something like that. But I ain't heard nothing more."

"Shit, you bet your son's moppin' floors in a place like that...with his cum
addicted tongue. He's out there lapping up spunk just like this cumslut on
the bed there." Joe said looking right at me. And then he looked at Tomas.
"And that other one's Stanley all over again, ain't it  Bob? That's Stanley
twenty-nine years ago, ain't it, Bob? Do that one first...crank him out like
you did your own son...come on...see that one get hooked forever...on cock
and cum, buddy. I'll be right behind you."

"You can't do anything to these two boys", Dr. Philip suddenly said.

"We can't?" Joe said. "Why? You got dibs on their holes or something? Seems
we got big handsome...what? English? Irish? - one of your Protestant daddies
calling dibs on those kiddy sex tots? Stick yours in 'em, too. We don't
care. Fuck, we'd love to see that. We can all do them both."

"No one's going to do anyone", Dr. Philip stated, although he didn't have
much clue himself how he'd prevent such a thing from happening. "And I'm
Norwegian descent - since you're so busy guessing."

"Ok, that's cool. Land of braids and elk...Ok, Mr. Norway, so what youse got
them up here for then if not to shoot cum into them?", Bob asked, coming out
of his downer mood having heard his lost son mentioned. "They're fair game.
In the fuckin' LAWSON...come one, they're fair game."

"Maybe their real father wants them here", Joe stated. "You ain't his dad.
You're just here to screw them, too. Don't try fucking with us, buddy. You
brought them up here to do nasty stuff to them, too. And their real dad
probably brought them here to get screwed anyway. You know that. We all know
that. Just ain't normal for a dad to bring his little boys here. Come on,
you got to know that."

"No, I don't know that", Dr. Philip replied.

"Where is he then?", the Sicilian asked demandingly, asking the doctor but
also asking me as our eyes locked.

"I don't know...", I replied meekly.

"He here at the Y?", the Sicilian man asked as he intimidated me with the
mean look in his eyes.

I nodded.

"He bring you here for dirty fun, kid?", Bob, the Polish trucker driver
asked, his voice much more friendly. "I used to being my kid to the lake for
dirty fun so its okay if he does."

"Leave him alone", Dr. Philip interrupted. "That's nothing to ask a little
boy about his father."

"Yeah, how would he even know anyway?", Joe added. "Your kid Stanley never
knew what we were up to every time we turned him out to a crowd, ain't that
right, Bob."

"Listen, gentlemen. I suggest you two leave before you do something that
should not happen here today", Dr. Philip weakly said as he could not get
around the fact he was struggling to control a growing erection of his own
as he had been forced to listen to all the sordid details these men were
spouting. "These are two small children here who have already been used
inappropriately numerous times this morning. Look at them, they are two
small boys..."

"Yeah", Joe stated. "But they ain't your small boys, are they, Mr. Norwegian
Big Dick. So you don't much say in what we're going to do with them, now do
you? We can all play daddy to them."

"Yeah, they look like they could use a daddy", Bob chuckled. "And damn, I
know daddy can sure use them...use 'em good."

Dr. Philip's heart pounded. Again, he was trapped by one of Life's little
situations. On the one hand, he wanted to race out, get down to his locker,
quickly dress and get back home to his own wife and kids, never to show his
face at the Lawson again. Yet he didn't want to, knew he couldn't, leave
these two boys alone to these men and surely even more men later who would
be traipsing into Room 503 all night looking for cheap sex in the cumholes
of two small boy sluts.

And yet, on the other hand, although he knew he could have - should have -
run into the hallway and shouted "CHILD RAPE IN 503!", he feared, that at
the Lawson Y, those words may simply have sounded more like an invitation
than anything else.

So he realized he couldn't run into the corridor causing a commotion. He
feared the obvious - that no one would believe that he wasn't one of the men
using those boys for pedo-sex. He would be looked upon just like the two men
that he would point out. And knowing that both boys were loaded in semen -
amounts equal to those of far more than only two men - anyone would have to
question who else it was that pumped semen into the boys anuses. Therefore,
Dr. Philip knew it would be near impossible to distance himself from or
explain away even any suspicion of his additional participation or
"contribution" to the boys' sexual delinquency.

Joe smirked, "Don't fucking worry, Mr. Norwegian Big Dick. The door's
locked. The cop's already been through already today. And I don't think
these kids' dad is, uh, bothering to look for them. So seeing we're all
already naked in front of the kiddy cumsluts and we all got the same thing
on our mind...let's just have fun and share. Fuck, I even want to see you
screw them with that big thing of yours, buddy.", the Sicilian barber said
as he looked down between Dr. Philip's hairy, athletic legs. "Oh, yeah, see?
You can't fool Bob and me. We can see its okay with you, buddy. Come on, Mr.
Norway, we won't even ask your real name. Fuck, we don't care who you are -
not with that huge fucking woody you're bouncing around left and right."

Sure, enough, the lewd vibe of the room, no matter how shameful or
degenerate, was proving even too much for the doctor's highly-masculine
system. Perhaps he hadn't even quite realized that his cock was at full
staff. I had seen a lot of men but his was really big.

"Damn! I'm not into this", the doctor replied, trying uselessly to hide his
demandingly thick and big erection. "It's just a natural reflexive..."

"Yeah, natural reflex when faced with the prospect of fucking those two sex
tots, huh?", Joe said as he looked over the man's shoulder and winked at me.
Joe then added, "Shit, look at that little cumslut...ever see anything so
shit hot in your lives?"

"You go on doing what you're doing, boy", Bob said to me as he walked around
Dr. Philip and squatted next to the bed. "You get that little guy all
cleaned up...good."

"You two should really go", Dr. Philip weakly protested. "This is not
right."

"Come on, my man", Joe said as he slapped the doctor's muscled shoulder.
"Shut the whining, we all know what we want here...drop the bullshit. It
sure isn't necessary around me and Bob."

Joe then went to stand next to his buddy watching me give a round the world
mouthbath to the sleeping Tomas. As I watched the men verbally get into it,
I just kept licking Tomas who continued to sleep. Nothing disturbed Jesus'
son much. I guess being a baby raised in noisy apartments full of drug deals
and johns at all hours of the day and night being allowed to do anything
they wanted to him, a baby learns to sleep through anything.

"All that taste yummy, kid?", Bob asked in a salacious manner as he got
close to watch ever flick of my tongue.

I nodded and smiled showing him the traces of other men's semen coating my
chin, lips and tongue.

"You do that, boy", Bob continued. "Good boys do what you're doing." The man
then lifted Tomas' legs, showing there was more stickiness on his backside.
"Why not let old Bob here do this part.", he said to me with a wink.

As Dr. Philip, Joe and myself watched, Bob leaned over and opened his mouth.
He stuck out his tongue and began cleaning the dried semen off the back of
Tomas' chubby thighs up to his tiny buttcheeks.

Joe laughed as he said, "Hey, buddy, you old perv, you got what you been
wanting."

Bob smiled as he gently pulled the baby's small sticky buttcheeks apart and
dug his face between them, darting his thick tongue into Tomas' stretched
hole. He dug around and the room was filled with the most pervert, sloppy
sounds even I had heard up until that time.

Bob pulled his head back. His chin, rough in five o'clock stubble, was all
wet in cummy babyass juice. Then, still holding Tomas' cheeks apart, showing
off the reddened rosebud to us all. "Lookie at that, fellas", he said with a
huge grin. "This one's been used...well used for damn sure."

"More than one, Bob, old buddy. Somebodies, looks more like it", Joe
observed as he leaned in for a closer look. Without asking, he reached over
and stuck his middle finger, up to the knuckle into Tomas' hole. As he moved
his finger around, letting us all see more thin, watery semen running out of
the tiny butthole, he said, "More loads in him..." As the unknown semen
coated Joe's fingers and wedding band, he smiled, "Is some of this yours?",
Joe asked as he looked at Dr. Philip.

"Of course not!", the doctor protested as he watched every move closely. He
was disgusted but could not turn his head away.

Bob leaned in and slurped up the watery semen that poured over his friend's
thick fingers and all over Tomas' tiny buttcheeks. As he licked and ate the
obscene juice, he joined his friend by putting a second finger into Tomas'
red and gaping hole.

As the two strangers did what they did, I crawled off the bed and went to
where they leaned over the bed. I started sucking the men's big, uncut
penises. They were both quite meaty and far above average cocks as I opened
my mouth wide to suckle on them like a hungry calf from beneath where they
leaned over Tomas.

"This little kid knows what's he's doing", Joe said with some sense of
surprise. I suppose that although he had seen what I was doing earlier, he
just wasn't expecting me to swallow his fifty-something boner down to his
very big and hairy nuts.  "Kid's deep throating! Hell, being deep-throated
by a little kid...without even forcing it in", he said to his buddy Bob.

Bob was busy finger fucking Tomas and wiping his big Pollock tongue all over
the baby's backside. I leaned over a few inches to show him what I could do
and soon Bob was groaning as I sucked his very thick cock. As I lapped
around inside his foreskin, he pulled his head away from Tomas' spread
cheeks and groaned big.

"Fuck, you're gunna get more guys wanting to come in, you fucking nasty
bastard", Joe laughed as he watched his friend delight in my throat. "Kid's
good, ain't he?"

Bob nodded as he held the top of my head, "Mouth's better than the fags even
at the Bijou."

Dr. Philip watched as he could not suppress his erection. He was dying
inside as he realized such a wickedly depraved thing had so powerfully
aroused him. He had never had the slightest thought of such sexual activity
until that afternoon. He watched as all he could picture was his own young
son doing such things to men. He shook his head in disgust, as he
simultaneously could not help himself from touching his large erection.
Slowly, almost without thinking, he was soon slowly masturbating as he took
in the sight of what these perverted men had two boys doing.

"Do it...", was all I could hear as I sucked the Polish man's fat cock. I
was somewhat smothered between the two men's large frames as I went back and
forth between them both but I could distinctly hear Bob again say, "Do
it...do it...", in an almost breathless voice.

Suddenly Joe, the hairy Sicilian put a knee up on the bed and leaned far
over Tomas as he rubbed the head of his cock along Tomas' lips.

"Put it in, come on", Bob urged as he still held my head. "Yeah, do it."

Joe pushed his thick uncut cock about an inch into Tomas' mouth. Tomas
barely made a sound or a move as he started sucking down the precum that
oozed out of the man's cock.

"Kid's drinkin' it, I think", Joe said with some bemusement. "It's flowing
down his throat..."

"Lemme see", Bob said as he too put a knee up on the mattress. "Oh, yeah,
looks like he likes it even", the man said as he stroked his very thick
seven inch cock. "Yeah, that's your juices running out of his mouth, Joe.
For sure."

Dr. Philip watched as the bodies of the two men blocked any indication of
who it was beneath them. I handled the men's large, hairy scrotums as they
had their fun.

"Let's see if we can...", Bob said as he pressed in closer to his friend,
"...if we can't get both in..."

I could barely see but between Bob's long legs, I watched as the two men put
their cocks to Tomas' lips and swapped turns pushing just the head of their
cocks in. Then, finally, they were both able to have the heads of their
cocks directly at Tomas' open mouth. I saw strings of amber precum flow
liberally from both men into his mouth. Tomas coughed and then cooed and
then coughed as the men were careful not to overwhelm him completely.

"I want to fuck one of them", Joe stated. He pulled back and stood along
side the bed and me. "I want to fuck you, kid", he said to me. "You get
fucked, right?"

I nodded and promptly crawled onto the bed, put my head on the mattress and
stuck my little butt into the air.

The two men laughed as they stared at my smooth little butt and its red
rosebud. "What a fuckin' slut", Joe said as he got squarely behind me. "The
kid's dad must have cranked him out early."

Bob grabbed my left asscheek and pulled it so as to open my butthole more
for his buddy. "Screw it good, Joe...kid wants it...give him that big dago
cock."

Joe rammed his cock into my butt. Finding it easier than he'd have expected
to fuck, he said, "I think this one's got a few juice loads in his ass,
too." He then leaned into my ear and asked, "You been letting men cum up
your kiddyass, slut?"

I nodded as I breathed hard trying to keep up with the man's aggressively
powerful thrusts.

"Fuckin' you like I fuck my own old lady, kid", Joe said in a hushed voice.
"Fuckin kiddy butt like its my wife."

Bob laughed as he watched and masturbated, "You aint saying Antonella's this
tight though, Joe, are you though?"

"Nothing's tighter than little kids' buttholes, buddy, you and me knows
that, right?", Joe replied as he quickly and painfully pulled out of me.
"You takes a go...", he then said to his friend.

Without hesitation, the much taller Bob took his friend's place and aimed
his fat cockhead directly at my gaping seven-year-old hole. "Get ready,
kid", he said as he pushed deeply into me, my entire body feeling as though
it had become filled with this man.

"Shit, you ain't wasting time, huh, Bob?", Joe laughed as he watched.

"Why?", Bob replied. "Don't need to be gentle with these cumslut kids.
They's use to it. Ain't youse use to it, kid?"

I grunted in a small voice, "Yes", as I tried to push back on the man's
thick cock, wanting to feel his scrotum bang against and sway along my
buttcheeks. After a few more thrusts, he, too pulled out. But he held me in
place by the scruff of my neck, as someone inserted one, then two, then
three fingers into me. "What a fuckhole", Joe said as he fingerfucked me
roughly. "He could take any dick, I bet."

As I couldn't see what was happening in the room, with my head pressed hard
into the woolen blanket, all I heard next was Dr. Philip's voice saying,
"Sorry son, sorry...forgive me..."

Still with Bob pressing me into the mattress, I then felt Joe's fingers
withdraw and a cock at my gaping rosebud. A man leaned over me and whispered
into my ear in a very small voice, "Forgive me, son...forgive me..."

It was the voice of Dr. Philip as he inserted his cock into me. Slowly, much
more slowly than the other two men, he pushed his erection into my butt. As
he leaned over me, I could just feel the hairs of his chest and stomach
tickle my smooth back. "I'm sorry...sorry...", he muttered into my ear.

I didn't know what he had to be sorry about since it he was one of the best
fucks of my, admittedly, very young life. My butt burned with sensation as
he screwed me. I even recall squeezing my little sphincter as to milk him
some.

"Watch the fuckin' liar go!", Joe laughed as he and Bob were obviously
watching and delighting in the fact that Dr. Philip could no longer resist
his darkest temptations. "For a man who can't fuck baby butt, look at that
stud go."

And indeed, Dr. Philip had done more than simply insert his large adult
penis into me - he was fucking me more and more freely and powerfully as he
realized he could without so much as a sound from me.

"I tried not to...", he whispered into my ear. "I've never done this before,
you have to believe me..." Although his words were deeply apologetic, his
cock was ever deeper in me. "I have boys your age", he muttered low into my
ear as he confessed to the seven-year-old he was screwing, "I'd never do
this to them...either of them..."

Suddenly, I could feel the man's cock actually thicken within my butt canal
as he neared orgasm. "Forgive me...forgive me", he whispered in breathless
grunts. "Cumming in a child...fuck it...forgive me...Kevin...I'm going to
shoot cum into you...my cum...coming in a little boy...forgive me please,
Kevin..."

I answered his plea for forgiveness by pushing my little butt up to meet his
spasming boner and whispered, "I like daddymilk...gimme your
daddymilk...please...gimme your daddymilk..."

Dr. Philip, hearing a first-grader ask for him to do what he was doing to
him, lost all control and thrust his cock hard and deep into me as he
grunted louder and louder, "Want it? Want more daddymilk? More daddymilk in
you, you little fucking whore...want more daddymilk? I got daddymilk I can
shoot into you...want it? WANT IT? Oh, forgive me for shooting in you...for
give me, Kev....ohhhhhhhhh,
aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhummmmmmm...oh, my god...just shot
my cum in a little boy...oh forgive me...", he muttered as he nearly
collapsed in a heap on top of me. He laid there for a moment, pressing his
hirsute muscular torso into me, crushing me a bit. "Oh, son, oh, son...oh,
Kev...forgive me...I...I...didn't want to...oh...god..."

He then slowly pulled up and off the bed. I could feel his semen run into my
bowels. Immediately though, Joe was squatting and pulled my buttcheeks
apart, allowing copious amounts of warm, thick semen to flow out of my
bright red hole.

"Look at all your fuckin' cum, Mr. Norway!", he said with a huge grin.
"Can't fuck baby ass, huh? We knew what you came up here to
do...look...that's YOUR seed there, Mr. Nor-weg-ian. You're just like us,
man!"

"I got to taste some of dat'", his friend Bob said as he leaned into my
buttcheeks, being held open by Joe, and began slurping up Dr. Philip's semen
as it gushed back out of my butthole.

After the Polish man finished licking out my butt, I turned over, my lower
abdomen feeling some dull aching but I was happy.

As Joe and Bob sat on the edge taking turns "playing" by having Tomas take
turns sitting on their laps, their erections jutting between his chubby
thighs, I watched Dr. Philip run his hand over his mouth, over his face in
shame. He was so distraught one could see it written all over expression and
within his eyes. He looked for a towel and grabbed one from the rack,
placing it around himself, covering himself. His eyes suddenly met mine and
he shut them tightly, too ashamed to look into the face of the child he had
just pumped his semen into.

I crawled off the bed and went to him. I tried to hug him but he stepped a
step backward. I tried again and put my small hand on his hairy, muscular
stomach.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, almost mouthed to me.

I ran my hand lower, trying to feel the large bulge behind the terry cloth
but he pushed away my hand. "No, no, you mustn't do that", he nearly sobbed.
"I can't do any more to you...I'm sorry I did that to you, Kevin." He was
clearly shaken.

"It's okay", I said. "I like it...I always like it."

He looked at me and shook his head. "But men shouldn't do that to you...men
shouldn't like it..."

"Didn't you like it?", I asked, almost hurt that I might not have been a
good enough little screw for the handsome man.

"No", he said with a choked voice. "Yes, I mean...but no. I never ever have
done that ever before. I can't believe I came in a child...no matter how big
a little whore you are...I would never do that or permit anyone to do that
to my own sons..."

Apparently Joe could hear that last part and he chimed in by saying, "So ya
use other men's sons...so what? Who said you gotta screw your own kids when
kiddy cumsluts like these are available."

Bob agreed, "Youse got two kinds of kids. The ones you don't do and then the
ones you do do."

"That's right", Joe added, "Some you gotta respect and others you can fuck.
Their parents decide what they got on their hands and strangers figure it
out fast."

I reached up and Dr. Philip allowed me to feel his hard, hairy left pectoral
muscle. He let me run my small hand down his torso, along his abs but then
stopped me again. "I'm so sorry, I can't be here any longer...I have to
leave you here...with these two men...I can't stay any longer..."

He then unlocked the door and fled, shutting the door quickly behind him.

"Come over here, cumslut", Joe said to me as I looked at the door handle.
"He's gone, kid, shot his wad in you and he's gone. You should be used to
that..." He then laughed.

I turned and went to the side of the bed where the two men began to fondle
me and run their hands all over my body. "Stand on the fucking bed you
little stud", Joe commanded. I hopped up to stand in the hard mattress.
"Look at the fucking body on this kid...", Joe said as he ran his hands all
over me.

"Yeah", Bob said as he put Tomas on the floor and then stood along side his
friend. He also ran his hands all up and down me. "Nice fuckin' body on this
little kid."

"How old are you exactly, slut?", Joe asked as he fondled my penis and
scrotum.

"Seven", I replied, enjoying the lewd caresses all over my body.

"Just seven, eh?", Joe said as he lightly masturbated me. "Nice
body...you're going to grow into a hunky fella one day, don't you think,
Bob?" Joe held my erection as he nodded for his friend to reply.

Bob leaned into my crotch and sucked my boycock. His tongue was rough and
wet and slick and silky all at the same time. In one gulp, he swallowed my
cock and scrotum into his mouth.

"Lemme get a taste of that, too", Joe said as he pulled my hip toward him.
My cock popped out of Bob's mouth and still wet in his friend's saliva, Joe
sucked me, too. He sucked and slobbered on my erection and then pulled his
lips off me.

"Fuck your baby brother", Joe said. "We want to see you fuck your own
brother."

I got on my knees and Bob picked Tomas up from off the floor.

"Lay him on the bed and hold his feet up", Joe commanded.

Bob held both of Tomas' feet, one in each hand, and lifted his legs.

"Screw your baby brother", Joe said. "Come one, you little stud, put that
pretty cock in your brother...bet you do it all the time anyway."

I mimicked what men did to me and leaned over Tomas who smiled as he turned
his head this way and then that way. I felt Joe's large hand on my bottom
and then run itself between my legs. Holding my dick, he guided me into
Tomas' heavily used butthole.

"Yeah, so fuckin' hot...watching big brother fuck little brother" Joe
stated. "Go get your camera, buddy."

Bob released Tomas's feet and dashed out and across the corridor to his
room.

"We're gunna get some good pics of you", Joe said as we waited for his
friend to return. "You'll like that...take some pics of you screwing your
brother...some of us doing you two...you'd like that, wouldn't you,
cumslut?"

I nodded and smiled thinking that would be too cool. "Pictures like real
ones?"

Just then the door opened again and Bob came in with a .35 mm camera
strapped around his neck and several rolls of film in his hands. "Camera
time!", he said gleefully. He set the rolls of film next to the sink,
immediately put the viewfinder to his eye and snapped a picture. "You with
the kids...make a nice Christmas card, eh?", he said to his friend.

Joe laughed as he said, "Bob here has his own darkroom and takes the best
pictures, kid. You ever have your picture taken like this before? Your daddy
take any of you?"

I shook my head.

"Bob and me are going to take some of you and your baby brother", he said.
"Come on, fuck him some more."

For the next half-hour, Joe directed as Bob snapped pictures. Pictures of me
screwing Tomas. Pictures of Joe screwing Tomas. Pictures of me sucking Joe's
big cock as his friend snapped away. Pictures of both men putting their
cocks into my mouth and more pictures of them putting them into Tomas'
mouth.

Finally it ended when Bob grunted and came in my mouth as I sucked him while
he took numerous pictures of it all. He pointed the camera downward as he
snapped frames of me sucking him and while he ejaculated into me. Joe
directed me to open my mouth wide for the camera so Bob could snap a few
images of his semen in my mouth. Then Joe came all over Tomas' butt and
penis and told his friend to take pictures of it all.

And just as quickly, they slapped my ass and called me a cumslut. They left
the room and I never saw either again.

About a half an hour passed before my dad knocked on the door gently before
he opened it. As Tomas slept, I sat at the window looking out.

Not wanting to disturb the baby, my dad came over to me, put his hands on my
shoulders and softly asked, "Hey, how you doing, champ? You have a fun time
or are you bored? What you looking at out there?"

I was looking at the air vent on the roof spinning around. "Daddy?", I
asked.

"Yes, son?", he replied quietly.

"Daddy", I asked. "Do you think I'm a bad boy?"

"No, of course not! Why?", he replied as he stroked my bare shoulders. "What
would make you ask such a thing?"

"Do some daddies protect their kids and then some daddies don't? I mean,
don't care if they're kids are protected...are they the bad ones and the
other ones are good ones?", I asked.

"Protected?", my dad asked. "What do you mean, champ?"

Still totally naked, I turned to face my dad who was now squatting before me
as we spoke in very quiet voices. I put my hands on his muscular shoulders
and looked at him. He had a white towel around his waist but as he squatted
deeply, it was parted widely and I could see his very large, heavy genitalia
hanging between his thighs. I looked at it but he acted as though he didn't
notice.

"I heard some man", I said, "say that some daddies let people do things to
their boys and then other daddies don't...you know, let people do stuff."

"Stuff?", my father asked.

I almost blushed as I looked at his genitals, trying to avoid his eyes. "I
mean, is it bad even if I...you know, a boy...like me wants to do those
things?"

My father cleared his throat as he held my waist as I held onto his
shoulders. "Well, Kevin, sometimes a father sees something in his son that
tells him his son would like certain things."

I looked into my daddy's eyes as he spoke.

"Sometimes a father sees things early on", he continued. "A daddy can always
see such things in his own son."

"All boys, you mean?", I asked faintly.

"Well, yes and no", he answered. "I suppose all daddies see things in their
sons. But they either see certain special things in them or they don't. I
saw something special about you from the time you were born."

"Really", I asked in a near whisper.

My father nodded his head. "And its not something every daddy sees in his
son. But some do and they know they have very, very, special little boys."

"Am I a special little boy?". I asked, almost for some odd reason afraid to
hear his reply.

"A very, very special little boy. Why, you're my lil'champ", he whispered.
"And when a daddy knows he has a very special little boy, that daddy has a
responsibility to see he's used in a very, very special way."

I smiled so proud to be so special.

"And sometimes that daddy wants other daddies to see how special his little
boy is, too", my father continued. "Especially if he knows his son likes
being so special."

I hugged my daddy and kissed his stubbly cheek. I then looked between my
daddy's legs again and he looked down there too. He then whispered, "You
want to touch me down there, don't you?"

I hesitated to answer. I was afraid he might get mad at me.

"You want to feel that big, old hog I got there, don't you, champ?", my
father said, his tone and demeanor changing slightly. "Feel your daddy's
goods like you feel all those other men, huh?"

I blushed, I had no idea my daddy knew anything about me touching other men.

"It's okay, Kevy", he whispered. "I know all about my boy's special time
with other men."

"You do?", I asked very meekly, dying inside.

"Hey", he said as he looked me in the eyes, "No need to feel bad or scared.
That's what makes my boy so special. I've always known that about you, Kevy.
Ever since you were his age.", he said as he nodded his head over to Tomas.

"You did?", I asked.

"Uh ha", my father said with a smile. "I've always known. Some daddies get
to find out real early that their little boy's nothing but a tramp."

I didn't even know what the word 'tramp' meant at the time and just smiled.

"That's right", he said. "I knew my son was a tramp from the day your mother
and I brought you home from Columbus Hospital."

"You did?", I asked all wide-eyed.

"Yup", he whispered. "I looked right at you and knew. Go on, feel your
daddy...I know you'll be impressed by what your daddy's got. But I know you
can handle even we big guys, huh, champ?"

I reached and ran my small fingers along my dad's thickening shaft. It felt
like warm spongy sausage in my hand. But as it thickened, it grew firm as a
rock.

He looked down to where my hand milked him and whispered, "You got your
daddy's cock in your hand now, my little slut."

I smiled at him and he smiled right back.

"That's it, slow and easy", he said as he watched my hand run up and down
his shaft. "Feel your daddy's penis...it's not just another one of my little
boy's johns...that's your own daddy's cock you're feeling...all big and
loaded in the special milk that made you, Kev."

I looked at the huge penis in my small hand and never felt so close to my
daddy in my whole life.

"Kiss me, Kevy", he muttered. "Make out with me...come on, let daddy put his
tongue in your mouth." With that, my dad leaned in and opened his mouth,
smelling slightly of a Wintergreen Lifesaver. His chin was all scratchy as
he frenched me while I continued to give him a slow handjob.

"Thicker than those other men, aren't I, Kev?", he mumbled through his kiss.
I nodded and gripped his very thick shaft more tightly.

"Cup my nuts, son", he whispered. My hand dropped below his nine-inch shaft
to cup and stroke his huge, hairy scrotum.

"Yeah, that's it", he whispered. "That's where all the baby...daddymilk is
made. I made some when I made you, champ...right from those nuts now in my
little boy's hands...you like that, huh?"

I said "Yes, love it, daddy", in a breathless little voice.

"I know you do", he replied as he licked my lips. "You like all those cocks
and scrotums, don't you, son? All those men I let do you...hoped would do
you. Yeah, all those men in my little boy...and my little boy wanting more,
huh?"

My dad then stood up, reminding me how he was a good two and a half feet
taller than me. He pulled his towel aside, his cock pointed right at my
face. "Suck it...suck me...suck that big cock, Kev...let your daddy put his
cock in your mouth like you let all those other men put theirs in that
slutty little mouth...come on, suck my cock...let me shove it down your
throat..."

I opened my mouth wide and looked up into my father's eyes. He grinned,
looking devilish and yet handsomer than I recall ever seeing him. His hairy
chest and muscled physique loomed over me as he pointed his huge erection at
my lips.

"Gunna do your daddy like you do all those other men...all your johns,
Kevy?", my father grunted as he stood over me. I leaned closer and licked
the precum that oozed from his wide slit.

My dad's knees nearly buckled upon his bouncing erection's initial contact
with my mouth. As he saw his precum gloss my lips, he leaned back a bit for
a better view as he whispered, "Oh, that's it! Yessssss, that's it...my
little boy doing my cock like another one of his johns...yessss...let me see
my precum all over my special boy's slutted out mouth..."

I opened my mouth wide and sucked on my daddy's penis. It was as if a bolt
of electricity ran between us. The intensity of such a sexual union can
never be properly described. It was as if some power larger than ourselves,
yet within ourselves, connected in the most intense and potent possible way.
In a way that only a father and son can know and understand.

I struggled a bit to swallow and choke down my father's erection. He was
indeed one of the best-built and best-hung men I had ever encountered. And
its not like that fact escaped him. He was very proud of his physique as he
grabbed my ears and began to grind his cock down my small, although very
proficient throat. "Do your daddy's big cock, son", he mumbled as he watched
his cock disappear into my mouth. Inch by inch he watched it screw its way
deeper and deeper into my childish throat. "Hold it like that, champ", he
said as he stood perfectly still, apparently admiring the way his huge dick
looked lodged in my throat. "Aw, that's beautiful, son", he said. "My little
tramp of a son with his daddy's big cock stuffed in his mouth...you like it,
huh? What ain't there to like, right, tramp?"

I couldn't answer but showed my agreement by grabbing his muscular thighs
more tightly.

He bucked his hips numerous times and said, "Pumping that mouth...the mouth
of my own little first-grader..."

He then pulled out of me and gripped me by my arms. "Daddy's going to fuck
you now", he stated. "Waited for all those other men to leave...now it's my
turn, tramp."

He grabbed me and maneuvered me to the bed where he pushed me onto my back.
"I want to fuck you...fuck my little boy...just like a john fucks his
whore", he said as his large hairy body loomed over me. "You want it, don't
you, Kevy?"

"Yes daddy", I replied, looking at the huge erection jutting between my
daddy's legs. Without his needing to ask, I lifted my legs and spread my
buttcheeks.

"Showing your daddy...your own father...your fuckhole", he muttered. "That's
a good boy...showing your daddy where men can fuck you...offering me that
same trampy little spermhole, aren't you, champ? You want daddy to pump some
special daddymilk into you, huh?"

I nodded and spread my buttcheeks wider. My father stroked his long boner as
he looked at my offering and said, "Damn, look at that fuckhole...all those
men done a good job on you, tramp...fucking my little boy...bet they all
pumped daddymilk into it...all of those men pumping daddymilk into my little
champ...now I'm going to pump more into that fucked up little hole...going
to pump real daddy sperm into it...breed my own son...daddy's going to breed
his own flesh and blood..."

With that, my father climbed on top of me and easily inserted his cockhead
into my gaping butthole. "Bet you're a great screw, son...I can tell you're
a great lay already", he whispered.

I took a deep breath as I awaited my father's full penetration. "Going to go
all the way with you now, son", he whispered. "Your daddy's going to do the
real thing to you...put his cock in your body and pump seed into it...want
your daddy to breed you, Kevy?"

"Uh ha", I mumbled as I tried to support my father's muscular frame on top
of me. His hairy chest and the hair on his head was all wet and matted in
sweat as he screwed me hard. "No playing games here, champ", he muttered as
he fucked deep and hard and fast. "You daddy likes it hard and goooood...you
like that...huh? Huh? You like thaaaaaaaaaaat...little tramp?"

I grunted and nodded and mumbled "Yes, daddy", as well as I could beneath
his weight.

"Feel your daddy's chest and muscles while I fuck you, son", he ordered as
he continued to thrust into me. "Come on, slut, run your little hands along
my muscles...that's it...feel your daddy's big pecs and hairy stomach...grab
my biceps, Kevy...that's your daddy's body you're feeling...and your daddy's
boner you're feeling up inside of you...wanting so much to squirt seed into
you...fuck, you're slutty little cum butt's making your daddy want to shoot
his milk into you, son...what a fuckin' slut I got...making his daddy shoot
the seed that made him...right up into that little fuckhole of
yours...making your daddy all nasty and horny and needing to blow seed into
you...ain't you son?"

As he spoke, I watched his face and his eyes never left mine. "Ready?", he
asked. "Daddy's want to pump his milk into his special little boy...pump his
little tramp full of cum...you ready for more cum? Bet you are...my son
always is wanting more cum...I know that much about you..."

My dad's cock spazzed and grew thicker in girth as it ejaculated its blasts
and blasts of milky seed. He held it deep within me as he just let it do its
thing. "Breeding my own kid..", me muttered. "One more load in my kid...just
another john pumping cum in my kid..."

As he finished, he pulled out of me slowly and gently and rolled onto his
back, exhausted.

There was a good five minutes of total silence in the dingy room as I lay
between him and a sleeping Tomas. Suddenly my father said in a quiet voice,
"You are a fucking hot little cumhole, Kevin." He then rolled onto his side
and looked right at me and added, "And that's what makes you a special
little boy...don't ever forget that. No matter what you want to do in life
or where you may go or who you may meet in this world, remember that you're
only special because you're a hot little cum slut."

He then jumped up and said, "I'm going back to my room for a nap. Leave your
door unlocked if you want more cock. I'm sure you won't be alone for long."

He grabbed his towel and left the room.

Throughout the night of my special over-nighter with my dad, I serviced
another fifteen or so men. Throughout all hours into the next morning, one
or two at a time, men in towels or undershorts or just naked, would rap
lightly on the door, apparently knowing after a while they could get
whatever they wanted out of me and Tomas.

I didn't even see my father again until nine the next morning. I had fallen
asleep for just about an hour before he came into the room asking me where
Tomas was. I awoke but had no idea where Tomas could have gone.

"You don't know?!", my father asked brusquely. "How in the hell can't you
know? Did someone take him?"

I just shrugged.

My dad raced out of the room and was gone for about fifteen minutes. He was
knocking on doors looking for Tomas.

He then came back and said, "We have to get dressed and get out of here.
Now, hurry up."

I raced to get my clothes on. My dad took me down the long corridor and then
stopped short at the double doors to the large communal bathroom. "Let me
look in here', he said, his voice quite nervous and angry. There were two
men in the gang showers.

A man shaving at one of the sinks came around the wall and casually said, "I
think you'll find what you're looking for in one of those". He indicated one
of the stalls on the opposite end of the large room. My dad darted over to
the four stalls and looked in each until he got to the last one. He stopped
and took a deep breath. "Fuck, thank god", he declared.

I came up close and looked into the stall. There, sitting on the floor,
beside the toilet bowl, was Tomas. He looked at us and smiled as his fingers
traced through copious amounts of pudding-like substance all over the toilet
seat.

"A few guys brought him in here a little while ago", the man who was shaving
said as he leaned against the wall. "I only thought they were helping him
take a dump", the man said, clearly lying. "But looks like they had some fun
with him instead, don't it?"

"Yeah", my father replied, obviously relieved beyond belief. He picked up
Tomas and went to the sinks.

"That cum?", the man with shaving cream on his face asked as he watched my
dad wipe off Tomas' fingers.

"I don't know...", my father replied.

"Looks like cum", the man said plainly.

We quickly washed Tomas and then my dad told me to follow him out. We rode
the elevator down to the lobby level. Having left the keys in the rooms, as
was the routine, we then walked right past reception and out. We walked the
block or so back to the car and piled in. "Close call", was all that my dad
said as we drove home.

The following day, Jesus returned to pick up Tomas. He looked strange, pale
and jittery as he took his son. My mom gave Jesus some food and a new
blanket for Tomas as she said, "That other one...the other
blanket...was...disgusting, Jesus. You must try to keep your son clean.
Understand?"

Jesus took the items and briskly walked away down the sidewalk. My mom
watched until he, carrying Tomas, turned a corner.

After that, my father began to fuck me often but only and always in the
sleaziest places he could find. He often took me to the parking lot at
Belmont Harbor and fucked me in the front seat of the car while he'd let men
watch at the window and even reach in to fondle me. He'd drive out to the
Maple Lake forest preserve where he'd let men fuck me all afternoon on a
picnic table deep down a path.

The following year, when I turned eight, he started to bring me to do what
he called "Basement Shows", where several men, no fewer than ten or so,
would gather in the very dingy and bleak basement of this half-unoccupied
building on Argyle Avenue. Even at the time, it was a sleazy street, full of
Ukrainian drunks and perverts. They were invited to do anything they wanted
with me. Men would bring cameras or just watch. Men would suck me, have me
suck them. And they all fucked me. I recall two bare light bulbs above me as
I'd lay on my back as my dad would invite men to pull a train on me.
"Basement Shows" were twice a week sometimes and other than for a core
handful, the men were always different - most afraid to show their face
twice.

That same year, I remember coming home from school and hearing my mother
crying in the kitchen. I was surprised not only by her tears but by the fact
she was home at that time from the bookstore. I asked what was wrong and our
maid at the time said that the newspaper had a very sad story in it.

My mother wept and left kitchen, locking herself into her bedroom.

I asked what the story was but the maid, a Polish lady, snatched the Chicago
Tribune from the table before I could reach for it. "No, no, no", she said
very somberly. "I have to wait until your pappa comes home. He can tell you
then maybe. Go wash your hands and I'll get you a biscuit. Okay?"

I waited and waited until my dad arrived home. He tousled my hair and winked
at me as he set down his briefcase. "Ready for tonight, champ?", he asked
since he had arranged for yet another "Basement Show". I nodded and asked
what was wrong. He knew whatever it was that was that had been in the
evening's papers but instead of telling me, he went to his bedroom for a
good half-hour to talk to my mother.

The maid had set out our dinner and was preparing to leave for the day as my
father emerged from the bedroom.

"The missus alright?" she asked softly. "I can stay a while more if she
needs me for anything. I call my daughter and tell her I'll be a little
late, that's all."

"No, no", my father said to her as he thanked her for what looked like a
delicious pot roast. "You get on home. We'll be fine. She just took a
sedative, she'll be better when you come around in the morning."

The woman left and I sat at the kitchen table with my dad.

"Seems Tomas", he said in a very low voice and without any prompting,
"Remember Tomas? Jesus and Maria's son?"

I nodded and said, "Sure I do, of course I do. Why?"

My dad then told me that in the evening paper, there was a headline saying
that Tomas had died.

I was shocked. I knew his mother, Maria, had died young but why would a
two-and-a half-year-old die?

My dad nearly whispered as he salted his plate of pot roast, "The story said
that his father, Jesus, was arrested for pimping...do you know what that
means...pimping?"

I shook my head. "Is that like drugs?", I asked.

"No", my father said as he took a bite of potato. "Pimping is to sell
someone for sex...let men sexually use somebody in exchange for money."

"Oh", I said.

"So, apparently that's what Jesus had been doing to Tomas all this time
since we've seen them...probably even before", my dad said matter-of-factly.

"Pimping him?". I asked.

"Yes", my dad replied. "Selling Tomas to strangers for money. Anyway, seems
things must have gotten out of hand and police found Tomas inside a dumpster
up near Devon last night...brutally raped."

My jaw dropped. "He's dead?" I asked, almost afraid to let the words escape
my lips. "I mean really dead?"

My father nodded. "Yes."

We sat there and ate dinner for a few minutes in silence when I suddenly
asked, "Are you pimping me, daddy?"

My dad nearly choked on his meat when I asked that. "No, why would you say
such a thing?"

"Because I have sex with men a lot", I answered. "And you do stuff to me and
let lots of men do stuff...sexual stuff..."

"But you like it though, right?", he asked sharply.

I nodded and said, "Yes, but is it still pimping?"

"No", he replied tartly. "Pimping is when you do it for cash. We're not
charging."

We finished dinner in silence and then put on our coats and went to the
building on Argyle where about fifteen or so men took pictures and had sex
with me as I was on a platform. They put their fingers in my butt, their
cocks in my mouth and as usual, it ended with them pulling a train on me.

That routine went on for another five years until my parents divorced. My
mom left for London and a new husband while my dad opened his adult
bookstores around the Loop. The "Basement Shows" ended when I was thirteen,
either because I got too old or simply was able to service even more men as
I'd sneak into the gloryhole arcade of my dad's LaSalle Street area XXX.

I went on to slut and whore just as my dad taught me. Sucked more cock than
most Bangkok whores ever see in a lifetime before I graduated high school. I
attended Northwestern and upon receiving my Master's Degree, I encountered a
shift in Life's Fate.

After a childhood of whoring, I became an advocate for children's welfare.
Yes, Fate seemed to have intervened and pointed to my Life's new direction
as an agent for international child sex crimes.

Amazing the twists in Life when we remain open to the unexpected, isn't it?


FINIS (yes, all good things cums in the end)

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