Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 18:53:09 -0600
From: gloryhole JUNKIE <gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whoring With Dad 8c - a special holiday installment

Whoring With Dad 8c: A Special Holiday Installment
"A (Thick'n' Creamy) White Christmas at the Ho'Ho' Holiday Mall"

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
       gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com



DISCLAIMER:

Although its CHRISTMASTIME, and the author would - if he could -  deepthroat
all his lewd'n'most decidedly lascivious readers, do not get too caught up
in the spirit of the holiday by "appropriating" (that means STEALING) this
tale either through re-print, posting to unauthorized web-sites or by
selling passages for nickel-masturbation on a nearby streetcorner. Any other
permission for use of this story (other than for one's own
...er...cough..."personal use") must be both requested and granted in
writing.

I do, though, think it might be "fun" to set some of the tale's most lurid
sentences to music. Hey! That's not such a crazy thought when you consider
classics such as "Oh, Cum All Ye Faithful" and "I'm Dreaming of a White
Christmas", etc...

We could set "...and the men took turns squirting their hot semen on my lips
as dad firmly held my head in place..." to a fugue perhaps. Or, lest we
forget, there's no better music by which to masturbate than a reliable
Georgian Chant! Try it! Groups of men groaning...its like listening to a
four-hour gangbang!

Although we fellas know that other fellas have all sorts of thoughts they
can share only with other fellas...and that some of those fellas do things
that would shock their wives or whomever...just try to remember the
difference between "thought" and "deed". It's a crucially important "fine
line" a man must never cross. Its "okay" to lock that door, drop trou, pop
open "Whoring With Dad" and milk your boner like it's the fattest udder in
the dairybarn. Its okay to hose down your monitor with your semen (and
perhaps not even wipe it off all that well). And its okay to use your eyes
anywhere you wish... "dream"... and have the nastiest thoughts any adult man
can have...so long as you remember that fine line we're talking about.

What's not "okay" (its naughty - times a thousand in fact!) is to act upon
those particularly depraved thoughts. You do see the difference between
being alone in your bathroom beating off to a "playground scene" in your
head as opposed to actually wandering about a real playground scoping out
cuties (do you not)?! It's a world of difference!

Focus your desires and drives on these pages and enjoy yourself. You're
certainly not alone in your desires and deepest secret passions. Simply
transpose your impulses to act by getting off to the tale which follows. My
goodness, a man can enjoy all the words he can handle!

Be of age and in an locale where its legal to enjoy such "literature". And
by continuing to read this story, you are approving of it and consenting to
enjoy its contents.

PREFACE

Walk any street and consider the cocks all around you!  That's what I
do...everywhere I go! I can't go anywhere without getting a boner (and
drooling) as I consider the sea of penises which swirl around me as I attend
a sporting event, go to Home Depot, sit on a commuter train or watch the
flocks of business suits which criss-cross the Loop everyday. So many cocks
only a zipper away!

And when you consider that most guys have a crude sexual thought every six
minutes on average and pop a boner periodically throughout the
day...well...if you work it right...you're only a "bulge-stare" away from
wrapping your lips around some cocks no matter where you may find yourself.

Peruse any crowd - especially now at the holidays - and figure that if even
just ten percent of the fellas surrounding you have a woody (or a chubby,
even) that can mean one hundred erections within your easy range if you're
stuck in a crush of two thousand Christmas shoppers (figuring half are
female, of course). That's a lot of erect'n'ready guys swirling around you
(sorta like those fat, wet snowflakes a'fallin' on your head).

So one must begin any understanding of true male-whoring by realizing we
"whoremen" do indeed think that way constantly. Indeed, as I stand in a line
at Home Depot, you better believe I am scanning and assessing every male in
the joint. I stand in line with my home-improvement widget but my mind is on
your crotch. If I could, I would literally open another line, hit my knees
and blow every guy in the place (which would make the wait to the registers
more tolerable, don't you think).

As I sit on a train, I look between the legs of every other man sitting in
the car. I appreciate it when dashing execs sit with their legs spread a
little wider, giving hungry eyes a feast as we all rumble along hot rails.
They know what they're doing as they hide their faces behind the evening
newspaper!

And how is it that most every man "suddenly" turns more-than-a-little "bi"
as he pads around the lockerroom at the health club? In decades of whoring,
I could count only a handful of men who would not partake in some "secret
fun" in a sauna or steamroom. Why is that? What exactly is the phenomenon?
Who knows. But its some change that occurs in most all men as they enter any
place that's damp and tiled, I think.

The same is true of tearoom sex. I have whored in public toilets most all my
life (literally) and have lived the reality that most any man who uses a
public facility will, if he can, take certain "liberties" with a willing
mouth within. How does that happen? That all these guys who only moments
earlier were with their buddies or wives or girlfriends or co-workers but
then "suddenly" and so easily unzip to all get a homo-bj while in the men's
room. And they're only gone for five minutes!

While a date, in her low cut top, is still selecting her dessert, her humpy
boyfriend just screwed his cum down some other dude's throat in the
restroom! Then as she orders a chocolate cheese...with extra whipped
cream...and he, leanin' back in his chair a bit, grins as he simply says,
all satisfied-like, "I think I'll just have some coffee..." -- the clash of
the sexes begins.

I have sat in mainstream men's room and been amazed at the vastly
disproportion number of men who use it solely for a piss versus the majority
who always take a second to look for willing suckchops.

Understanding that reality (however secret it may seem to be) is the first
step in understanding the truest nature of male sexuality.

Do guys need head that badly? Yeah, perhaps some of them. But let's face it,
most tearoom tops are pretty hunky guys. And most are married or got
themselves dang gorgeous girlfriends. So its not like they couldn't coax
some sex out their chicks...or some chick...somewhere! I mean, let's be
real!

And that leads us to a second reality of male sexuality. The fact that guys
just like to screw and blow seed into as many "warm, wet holes" as they can
- including those of other guys. When an opportunity presents itself...some
little bell goes off in their pants causing them to unzip. Its simply a
hardwired need encoded into our masculine reality (and its best not to screw
with it...so to speak).

And so that helps us understand how so many men can cram into a small public
toilet and take turns plowing some other dude's cum-swilling throat in a
stall. It also is the portal to understanding as to how men are most capable
of screwing most any open "hole" willing to let them in. The sexual
perameters, definitions, requirements, and boundaries which most men employ
are vastly different than those of women. That's why men can "go places"
mentally and sexually that most women may find repulsive or, at least,
confounding.

That's why dads can be "great dads all day" and yet still reserve some
private time for the nastiest thoughts on the planet as they jerk off in
front of the computer (or into a mouth in the XXX theater's back row).

That's why new husbands can have a lovely-dovey lunch with their brides
while on their honeymoon and yet between fuck one and fuck two, they can
also pop into the hotel's men's sauna for a quickie bj from some dude in
there as well!

It's why hunky high school athletes can date every chick in the school and
beat off to Jessica Simpson posters and, yet, at the same time, seize every
opportunity they can to get head from those older men who haunt the
restrooms in the local park.

It's literally how totally normal and healthy and strapping and handsome men
can beat off to this story, shoot up some sperm, wipe it down (where they
leave their cumrag is always fun) and get back to their lives - no harm
done. So long as they keep in mind that fine line between action and words!




Whoring With Dad 8c: A Special Holiday Installment
"A (Thick'n' Creamy) White Christmas at the Ho'Ho' Holiday Mall"

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
       gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com



I held dad's hand tightly as we got into the long line to Santa Claus'
castle. I was so excited, he had to ease my grip on his fingers. A long path
had been created, bordered by green velvet ropes and the occasional
eight-foot toy soldier. As we stood in place inching ever so slowly forward,
I eyed the tall statues with glee, wondering how big the soldiers penises
would be if they were actually alive! Yup, even a little first-grader loves
a man in uniform!

My dad was questioning me, prodding to see what I might ask of Santa when I
finally got to him.

I spouted out a list of things I wanted, most of which I had already told my
parents. Although I still believed in Santa Claus, I knew enough that it was
my parents who shopped a lot.

As we made our way closer and closer to the main gateway to the castle, a
structure built of framing, flocking and a zillion mini white lights, we
were suddenly approached by three "elves" who handed us, along with others
in the line, candycanes and information about the cost of having a photo
taken with Santa. I took the candy and my dad took the pamphlet.

"We'll have a picture taken of you on Santa's lap." Dad said. "We have to
make sure to do that especially for your mother to see!"

I just smiled not much caring about the photo-op. I had toys to tell Santa
about!

As I stood there, listening to music playing overhead, I looked all around
at the wonderful sights. Most people were bundled still in their winter
coats. One baby started shrieking like someone was doing something to him.
It cried and screamed until, finally, one of the elves approached and nicely
asked the parents to carry the baby forward. "You don't mind if they cut to
the front, do you?" the elf asked numerous people in front of them in the
line. At that point, no one minded so long as the ringing in their ears
stopped.

But what I noticed was that the elf, (who was not much more than seventeen
perhaps but at least six-feet tall), as he reached over to help the parents,
his small green and red costume rode up high on him, exposing the most
enormous bulge in his red and white candycane-striped tights! The stripes
simply accentuated the obscene mound the teenaged boy's big penis made in
the tights. No one could have missed it... even we littlest of kids!

A couple of kids in front of us in line giggled and one loudly whispered,
"Did you see that, mommy?" The mother simply giggled herself and told them
not to say such things!

The elf remained completely unaware that we'd seen his bulge as he escorted
the crying baby's family to the front of the line. I recall feeling upset
that I couldn't see his bulge longer than that quick moment but then figured
I'd see him again when I got to see Santa.

We were still about thirty minutes away from getting to the throne where
Santa sat. But I could finally see him as we neared ever so slowly. My dad
just then said he had to run and use the bathroom. I was momentarily upset
because I feared he might miss me on Santa's lap.

"Oh, it seems it will be a while longer, Kevin", he said re-assuringly.
"Besides, I'll be gone just a few minutes. You stand right where you are and
I'll be back in a flash."

The way the line to the castle had been crafted, it was quite safe to leave
a small child unattended. Between the elves wandering back and forth,
keeping an eye on the kids and the fact that anyone there would notice a
child screaming and kicking if abducted, there was little chance of anything
much occurring while my dad ran to the bathroom.

As dad told me not to move - except forward with the line - the father of
the family behind us said in a very deep voice, "We'll keep an eye on him
for a few minutes for you."

My dad looked at the man and then his wife, who was chatting up a storm with
the people behind them, and two small daughters and said, "Thanks...I won't
be but a few minutes...all depending on the lines in the men's room."

The men laughed and dad exited the packed crush of Santa-waiters and
disappeared into the crowd.

I stood there silently, a little nervous and with my mind racing with all
the things on my Christmas list, when the father behind me said, "What's
your name?"

"Kevin", I replied shyly.

"This is Amanda and Alicia, Kevin", the man said as he placed one hand atop
each of his daughters head. "They're two and three", the man continued. "How
old are you?"

"Seven,", I said proudly.

I don't know if it was me or the man but suddenly he seemed aware that I had
been staring at his belt buckle - or more accurately, a little below it - as
he wore a leather bomber jacket and tight black trousers.

I raised my eyes and they met his. He turned to his wife but she was
laughing and laughing and yakking and yakking about something with the wife
behind them.

The man looked back at me and stood with his legs slightly closer together,
causing his crotch to become more prominent. He looked at his wife and then
me and then back and forth sort of nervously. He then reached a hand into
his front pants pocket and I thought it looked like he was feeling himself a
little through the fabric. I stared some more and saw his penis snake down
one leg of his tight trousers and he apparently was letting me see what he
made his daughters with!

He seemed fully aware of what I was staring at as he played this little game
with me. It was such a crush of people and so many distractions all around
us that nobody seemed to see what the man was actually doing.

But I sure did. I stared and watched as the man slowly but quite obviously
began to tent the front of his slacks with his trousersnake. It was huge! I
looked and even gulped a little thinking of how this man's penis would feel
if he were to unzip suddenly and lodge it into my tiny throat.

His little daughters were standing near him, closer to his tenter than I but
they remained oblivious as they had their heads turned as they listened to
their mother prattle on about something to the lady behind them.

All of a sudden, while I stared, I felt two strong hands on my shoulders as
they gripped and squeezed me back into the reality of the castle line. I
jumped slightly as I looked up and saw my dad smiling.

"Back!", he said. "There, I wasn't that long, was I?"

"Uh, no", I muttered.

"And we hardly even moved at all!", the father coughed out nervously, trying
to mask with his hands his quickly-deflating tenter.

"We'll, thanks for keeping an eye on him", dad replied, again giving my
shoulders a loving squeeze.

"My pleasure", said the man, now at near blush. With my father's
reappearance, the man's cowish wife had turned and smiled as she blurted out
a loud hello. My dad's looks apparently caught her attention - as was the
usual - and for the first time I think she even noticed me standing there.

We turned to face the direction where the line was creeping. Two more elves,
one a short woman; the other a rather skinny old man came up to where we
stood. They told us, with huge grins, that it would only be a few minutes
more. The woman elf asked my dad what we had done all morning. And my dad
had me tell her all about eating in the Walnut Room and what my very
favorite thing was so far of the day.

I knew enough to never tell a lady about the things in the men's room -
although that was my favorite thing by far! So I told her I liked the
Christmas tree in the restaurant the best...and the big blizzardy sundae at
lunch!

The teen boy elf then appeared again and smiled at my dad with this weird
glint in his eyes. "Just five minutes more it should be!", the lad said. I
looked at his crotch but his costume covered his enormous bulge completely -
leaving me quite annoyed.

As we got closer and closer, I could see Santa upon his massive throne. One
had to climb a few stairs and go down a short walkway to greet him. This
space between Santa and the next child in line, gave the child seeing Santa
some "private time" with the old man, as well as allowed the store
photographer plenty of space to snap his expensive photos.

I stood with bated breath as the next kid in line. The girl ahead of me, on
Santa's lap, seemed to take forever. One couldn't hear anything being said
since the throne was just too far away and Santa kept a low voice as to keep
all the Christmas wishes private. But the little girl just seemed to have a
list that went on for days.

As we waited, the woman elf explained that one of the elves would take me by
the hand and "escort" me to Santa. If children needed help getting up on
Santa's lap, the elf was there to lift them. The parents were to take a
different short path where they could stand behind the photographer.

Suddenly, I was up! My turn! After nearly an hour in line (an ETERNITY to a
seven-year-old), I was about to meet face-to-face the jolly old soul who
could make or break my Christmas!

It was the tall teen boy elf who suddenly took my hand as my dad waved
slightly and followed the woman elf to where the photographer stood with his
special umbrella lights and tripod. The woman elf then went back to the main
line.

The teen boy stayed beside Santa as I hopped onto the bearded man's huge
lap. The velvet of his suit and his wooly white whiskers were so warm and
snuggly, I could have curled up on the spot.

"Well, well", Santa joyfully bellowed. I could feel his voice reverberate
down to my nuts! "Aren't you the handsome little fellow!", he said with
glee.

I blushed and smiled. Santa called me handsome!

I suddenly felt Santa's arm wrap more tightly around me as we tried to
adjust our positions in order to get more comfortable. That put his hand
wrapping on my upper thigh as I placed my right hand, hidden, onto his giant
belt buckle.

"So, tell old Santa here what your name is, sweetie pie", the man said as he
smiled and showed me his white teeth.

"Kevin", I said. "And I'm seven years old", I added quickly, anticipating
his next question.

"Oh, my, seven-years-old!" he chuckled. "That would put you in the first
grade, would it not, Kevin?"

I nodded and said "Uh-ha".

"Well, you tell old Santa Claus here what a big boy like you might like to
see under the tree on Christmas morning.", he said.

The teen boy elf was there writing down any toys or other things on the
child's wish list so he could give it to the parents as they left.

"Um, my mommy's sick...", I began.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that!", Santa said as he gave my thigh a light
squeeze.

"So I hope she's all better by Christmas", I said.

"Well, we can think good thoughts for your mommy and hope she's all better
by then!", Santa said nicely but apparently aware he didn't want to give
false hope should my mother have like brain cancer or something other than
the flu.

"I think she'll be okay", I said. "She just has a lot of diarrhea.

Santa and the teen elf boy laughed.

"And our doorman, Big Bill knows you!", I said innocently and with great
glee. I thought I might have an inside connection.

Santa knitted his brow a bit and asked, "Big Bill? Hmmm, I know a lot of
Bills and Billys and Williams and..."

I giggled and said, "No! He's a big man older than my dad even! He's our
doorman at Lincoln Park West".

Santa's eyes widened a bit but then he laughed, "Ohhhhh, BIG Bill", he
laughed some more. "Yes, very tall and strong and with gray hair, right?"

"EXACTLY!", I replied, knowing that Santa knew everything.

"Yes, I know Big Bill very well and so does Elf Marcus here...isn't that
right, Elf Marcus?", Santa said looking at the tall teen boy beside him.

"Yes, he's a great guy", Elf Marcus said nervously.

"And you know him, too, huh?", Santa then asked of me.

I nodded big.

"And you know him very well?", Santa pressed on, as he bounced me on his
knee.

"Yes, he's a super nice man", I said. "How are you two friends?", I asked
not knowing how  Big Bill might know SANTA CLAUS!

Santa sputtered and coughed as he thought of what to say but then smooth as
semen left on a plate of puddin', he said, "Well, Santa Claus knows all the
doormen at apartment buildings because they have to show Santa in
sometimes!"

"But we have three fireplaces at our apartment", I challenged.

Again Santa coughed, "Yes, er, cough...well, Big Bill has to point out which
chimney is yours so I don't accidentally leave all your toys with some old
lady in the wrong apartment!"

I sat there wondering if he meant Mrs. Levine and then smiled big as I
accepted his answer.

"So Big Bill helps you out?", I said.

"Yeah...exactly...and sometimes we help out Big Bill", Santa said.

Elf Marcus laughed out loud as he heard that and muttered, "Sometimes it
takes the whole North Pole to satisfy Big Bill!"

Santa smirked but looked at the teen elf as if to tell him to zip it. He
then turned his attentions back to me.

"I imagine you've been a good little boy all year?", Santa asked.

For a moment, I was in a moral and ethical crisis. Does sucking off a lot of
adult men count? If so, then maybe I was a naughty boy. Should I tell Santa
Claus that though? I couldn't lie. And besides, heck, men loved it... so
maybe that didn't make me naughty in Santa Claus' eyes. After all, even
though he was magic, he was sort of a man, too...

Just as I was about to tell him I let men put their penises in me, Santa
piped in, "Well, I have been watching you all year and I KNOW you've been a
good little boy!"

So Santa did think it was okay I let men do stuff with me!  I knew that
Santa Claus was wonderful now he proved how wonderful he really was!

As he spoke and chuckled, I squirmed on his lap some and felt something hard
pressing into the buttocks. I squirmed some more and let my little right
hand drop lower, hidden from view and found myself feeling Santa Claus'
bulge! It was all velvety fur but hard and hot and ...HUGE! I scooted to and
fro a bit on his lap as he smiled and gripped my thigh more tightly as if
indicating we were in just the right spot for his fun.

Santa then looked at the teen boy elf with a devilish smile and nodded his
head slightly so the boy might take notice of what was occurring. The boy
played it cool but watched every moment of the space where my hand
disappeared beneath Santa's black shiny buckle.

As I squeezed Santa's rock hard bulge, I recited my list of desired toys and
treats. I knew I could ask for most anything because I received most
everything I wanted each year at Christmas.

Santa sat there listening and rolling his eyes back and forth a bit as I
gave him, what was, in the final analysis, a mini handjob of sorts. I wasn't
even thinking all that much about it as I squeezed and milked his boner with
my little grip. It was just something I enjoyed doing...and men seemed to
enjoy having me do.

Santa pointed to something above us and told the elf to get it down. As the
tall boy reached high, I again was exposed to his enormous and obscene
striped bulge! I could even see what was sausage and what was tater on the
teen!

I stared and stared the whole time the teen elf was pulling down a gift box
that hung on ribbons. Inside he produced a small white teddybear all dressed
up like Santa Claus. The elf handed the plush toy to Santa who in turn gave
it to me.

"I'll try to bring you all the things you asked for!", Santa said, slightly
winded. "You take this little teddy and squeeze it all you like while you
think of me!"

I took the toy and then reached up and gave Santa a wet kiss almost on his
mouth. He flinched for a moment but then went into Santa Claus mode by
laughing most thunderously.

I hopped off his lap and he quickly placed his black-mittened hands over his
crotch. The teen boy elf took me by the hand and led me to where my dad
stood at the exit smiling.

"So how was it?", dad asked me as he took my hand and thanked the teen boy
elf.

I was beaming! I had spoken to SANTA CLAUS...and even felt Santa Claus'
boner!

Of course, I didn't say that to my dad but he could tell I had an extra
special visit, making the long wait all the more worth it.

We wandered around a bit, finding our way to where the Christmas tree
trimmings were sold. So many trees and lights and ornaments to look at.

"You pick out any ornament you want", my dad instructed. "You mother wants
you to have any one of them this year."

We looked all around and I liked the toy drum made of glass and the
glittering elephant and the sparkly one like Christmas ribbons...but then I
saw it. The one I wanted...needed...a big German ornament of Santa Claus
himself! Sitting in a chair just like the one back there at his castle!  I
told my dad I wanted that one and he seemed to understand why completely.

"You had a good time with Santa, didn't you?", dad asked knowingly.

"THE BEST!", I giggled. "He was PERFECT!"

We purchased the ornament and watched the girl carefully wrap it up in
tissues and a box.

"Good!" dad said with some glee in his voice. "The nice man who took your
picture on Santa's lap told me where you can see Santa again later....that
reminds me, I have to show you the picture the man took of you."

We stopped in the old time soda shoppe on one of the floors. It was crowded
but we soon got a small bistro table. My dad pulled out a large folder that
had drawings of holly all over it and presented to me. I opened it and there
I was - sitting on Santa's lap! I looked and smiled as I noticed you
couldn't see where my right hand had been the whole time. It was even
signed, "To Kevin With Love this Christmas, From Santa Claus".

We then gathered our coats and packages and went outside again to look at
the rest of the Christmas windows. We walked up and down State Street,
stopping in at Carson Pirie Scott & Co. to see what they had to offer.

Immediately, my dad led me by the hand as we found a men's room there. This
one was in the basement near men's accessories. It was crowded down there
but not nearly as packed as was the main floor.

We went to the very back and down a short hallway and in through the men's
room door. Then through a second set of doors. As we entered, I saw a man
scoot back to a urinal from where he seemed to be standing really close to
the man beside him.

My dad went to one of the urinals that was free and pointed for me to use
the one on a far end, which was set to just my height. A long row of urinals
should always consider and include everyone, I've always thought!

My dad had all the packages so I simply ambled up to the short urinal,
standing right along side of some man in a dark coat and dark fedora. I
opened my coat and then pulled down the front of my pull on pants to pee. As
I did so, I could see the man next to me look down out of curiosity. I aimed
my penis at the pink urinal cake and let 'er rip. The dark coated man ever
so slightly moved back a tad from where he stood facing his urinals,
Verrrrrrry slowly he leaned back further and further until I could sort of
see his hand holding his penis.

I was trying to focus on peeing, not wanting to get any on my dress pants or
coat. But I had to see this strange man's penis! I loved looking at adult
men's penises!

I looked to my left and the man staring forward at the wall tiles and then
down at me pulled his coat aside a bit more so I had an unobstructed view of
his thick uncut penis. He even had his long hairy scrotum hanging out of the
fly of his trousers.

I finished peeing but stood mesmerized by this tall, shadowy figure's meaty
penis. He wagged it at me once and then again. I looked up and he neither
smiled nor frowned. His fedora shadowed his eyes from me. I looked back down
and saw the man's penis grow thicker as it grew more and more erect.

I saw my dad step away from his urinal but he paid me no heed as he went
around the wall to the other side where the sinks were. I stayed put wanting
to look more and more at this man's penis as it throbbed hard. He stood
rigidly. Holding his coat back only for my view as he began to slowly milk
the length of his erection. I watched at the man's foreskin moved back and
forth so easily along as he did so.

He looked behind us to where my father had disappeared and, seeing no one
approaching, stepped a full step back from his urinal, now completely
exposing his erection to both me and to the other four men who stood in the
row.

I looked passed him and could see another erect penis as these men seemed to
all be doing the same thing at their respective urinals. I was fast
realizing that men did more than shop when they went to a department store.

I then took my chance and reached my hand over to the shadowy man's
erection. I am sure that surprised him...as well as the other men who
watched in silent amazement. What was this little kid doing? I am sure they
wondered with lustful glee.

The man looked behind us again but let me grasp the hard and hot thickness
of his pulsing shaft. I moved the foreskin back and forth like he'd been
doing. I hardly looked at the men who were staring at me doing it as they
beat off in unison.

Suddenly the shadowy man's penis seemed to thicken even more and it fired
off all sorts of powerful shots of daddymilk directly into the porcelain
before it. I watched intently as the man's thick white and hot batter
sprayed all over, and frosted my little hand.

Quickly, grabbed my wrist firmly and yanked my small fist off his erection.
He pushed my hand away as he struggled to get his still-hard cock back into
his trouser fly. He zipped up and went around the wall to the sinks.

I stood there with the man's semen all over my hand, not knowing what to do
with it! I had to get rid of it before it might get on my sleeve or coat. So
I scooped it all up with my tongue, tasting the stranger's sweet gooey
daddymilk and gulping it down. The other men in the row stood there beating
off even more furiously as they watched my ever move. I heard one of the men
suppress a moan as he blasted his daddymilk into his urinal. But I had to
leave.

I licked my hand clean, pulled up my pants and went to the sinks where the
shadowy man was standing there drying his hands as my father stood at a
sink.

"You really had to go", my dad said in a chipper voice. "Good thing we
stopped...all that soda went right through you!"

I looked at the shadowy man who wiped and wiped and wiped his hands as he
looked at us. I simply said, "I had to go bad", to my dad and hearing that I
suppose, the man felt satisfied enough to leave.

My dad and I went into the men's department and he bought himself some
underwear, leading me around looking at all the packages.

We rode the escalator up and he bought a bottle of perfume for my mother
along with a pretty Christmas pin for me to give to her on Christmas
morning.

Outside again, it was snowing and pretty and people were still crowded
around the windows. We walked along State Street and bought some chestnuts
from a vendor and then found ourselves down at the entrance of the Palmer
House Hotel. We cut through and went down a long staircase to the lower
level where, next to the hotel's barbershop was another men's room. I was
loving my day alone with dad. We never went into so many men's rooms when
mom was with us!

It was quiet inside this men's room although two men stood at the urinals
which were opposite the three stalls. My dad told me to take the one free
stall on the end as he said he would pee at the urinals. Again, those
urinals were all too high for a little tyke like me to use.

I went into the stall along the wall and closed the door. I latched the door
and opened my coat. This time although I didn't have to do more than pee, I
took off my coat and shoved it behind the flush of the toilet bowl. I looked
about as I always did and saw there was one of those big holes in the
partition that separated the stalls. I peeped in but no one was in the other
stall.

I pulled down my little navy blue pants and then my underpants and sat up on
the seat. I sat and sat and looked around some more. One the tiled wall
someone had drawn a naughty picture of a huge penis going into someone's
butt! There was some small writing here and there but other than a couple of
words, I couldn't read any of it all that well.

Suddenly I heard someone occupy the stall next to mine. Without looking
much, I could see a dark figure through the gloryhole. No one new had come
into the men's room from what I could hear of the outer doors so it must
have been one of the men who'd been at the urinals.

I leaned a little bit forward and watched as some man openly pawed his bulge
as he sort of faced the hole. I could only see him at his crotch anyway -
his hand, his belt and his bulge. He then unzipped his trousers and reached
in to produce a long snake of a penis. I was in heaven.

The man masturbated a bit and without another word he shoved his cock
through the hole. This thick, long white penis came into my stall and then
started to bob up and down a bit seemingly asking for some help.

I tried to lean toward the hole but was too small to make that work so I
hopped off the seat and stood in front of the man's big erection. I took it
in my two little hands and started pulling it back and forth in a milking
motion. I then leaned forward and lapped up all the clear juice the head of
this man's penis was leaking out.

Trying to be very quiet because there was no overhead music to conceal our
actions -- and I knew my daddy was only a few feet away at a urinal - I
tried my best to suck and lick on the mushroom head of this man. It was
almost too big and wide for me to get into my little mouth. But that only
made me try all the harder and I stretched my jaw wide like some men had
told me and got a lot of the man's penis to go in.

I knew I had to be quiet and quick since my daddy would be done soon. So as
I sucked on the man's shaft, I gently tickled his fat, hairy scrotum that
was also pushed through the large hole. That sensation must have set the man
off as I suddenly felt this flood of warm, tangy semen course over my tongue
and down into my throat. I coughed slightly and felt bad because I wanted to
be as quiet as I could. The man kept ejaculating into my mouth until he was
done and then slowly slid his cock from between my lips. I coughed some more
as I gulped down the man's thick ejaculate. I hoped my dad didn't hear
because I didn't want this man to get into any trouble! Fortunately for him,
he zipped up quickly and left the stall. I am sure my dad didn't know what
we'd done.

I had semen all over my chin and some was on my red tie! I quickly reached
and tore off some toilet paper to try to wipe it off the silk tie but it
only made it worse. It was now dark and stained with white paper! I didn't
know what to do.

But as I stood there looking at my tie, another penis stuck its way through
the same hole. This one was super thick, as long as my whole head and very
hairy with many gray-white hairs surrounding it as it plugged the hole
fully. I didn't even get to see what sort of pants the man might have been
wearing. I don't know what possessed me but I leaned forward again and
started sucking on that penis just as I had the last one. The man kept
grunting low every so often and I wished he'd stop since I didn't want my
dad to know what I was doing to the men through that hole. I sucked and
licked the length and I could feel the man's great weight press against the
partition as he enjoyed my little tongue and all tasting his penis and
oozing precum.

Again, after only a short time this man's penis suddenly grew hard like a
brick before it squirted off blast after blast of semen between my childish
lips. It was so hot and salty but tasted good since I knew it was coming out
of an adult stranger's scrotum!

He grunted low some more and then slithered his great, fat cock out and back
through the gloryhole.

I watched through the hole as this tall, large man tucked his cock away and
then he reached into his coat pocket. He was looking for something although
I couldn't see his face, let alone much else. As I peeped through, there
suddenly appeared a hundred-dollar bill at the hole. I looked and looked
some. It was a crisp one hundred bill. I had never seen one before in all my
seven years. He wagged and waved it at me through the hole until I took it.
His thumb then went upward as he exited his stall.

I then heard my dad clear his throat as he asked, "You about done in there,
Kev? We still have some more shopping to do..."

I quickly pulled up my little pants and put my coat back on hoping my dad
wouldn't see the sperm on my tie that one man had shot onto it.

I opened my stall door and saw my dad at the sinks and two men smiling a bit
as they stood firmly at the urinals. I went up to my dad who started running
one of the faucets for me. "Wash your hands before we go to our next stop!"

I had the bill the man had slipped in my hand and I didn't know what to do
with it as I had to now wash my hands. My dad looked at me and then at what
I was holding.

"What's that you got there?", he asked with a smile.

I said nothing but handed him the one hundred-dollar bill.

He didn't even ask where I got it from or anything! Instead he looked at it
and looked at it some more. Then at the same time both my dad and I noticed
there were words printed clearly and small on it in ink.

"Hmm, what's this say?", my dad asked himself as he held the bill closer to
his eyes.

He then chuckled to himself a bit as he read aloud, "HO, HO, HO AND A MERRY
CHRISTMAS TO THE BEST LITTLE BOY...AND BUY YOURSELF A SPECIAL TOY!"

"Well", he said "Somebody's sure having himself an especially good Christmas
this year!"


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WISHING YOU ALL "AN ESPECIALLY GOOD CHRISTMAS", FELLAS!

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