Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2008 09:43:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy's Little Friend Stanley

"Timmy's Little Friend, Stanley" a satire on man-boy internet tales Part
One


By Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE



Disclaimer: All typical disclaimers about men and their real life actions,
as well as, notices about sexual literature APPLY HERE.



"Timmy's Little Friend, Stanley" a satire on man-boy internet tales Part
One



One day, while splashing in the pool at the local M-B Community Swim Club,
a facility conveniently located directly across from the local Cub Scouts
building, and which was open only to boys under the age of ten and men over
the age of forty, Timmy met another little boy named Stanley.

At only five, Stanley was three years younger than Timmy but as the older
boy quickly noticed, the tot seemed to know his way around the nooks and
crannies of the man-boy locker room better than he did. In fact, he
happened upon Stanley just as the wet and naked six year old was emerging
from one of the locker room's toilet stalls...along with an equally naked,
very hairy chested (and grinning) man in his mid forties.

"A'llo ducky", Stanley said as he wiped the man's thick semen from his
lips. "You workin' that u'tha stall?"

Timmy shook his head. Before he could say a word, he proceeded to watch yet
another man, wearing only a coach's whistle around his neck and an
obscenely well packed jockstrap, slip into Stanley's stall.

Stanley smiled lewdly as he said to Timmy, "This one'll make number eleven
for the morning." The thirty inch tall tot then locked the door.

From where he stood, and coincidentally peeping through the doorjamb, Timmy
could see the man take hold of Stanley by his brown hair as the kid began
to orally service the man's thick, uncut cock. "Bet you want another load
of manmilk pumped into you, don't ya, Stanley? You like the big daddies
pumping their milk down your throat, doncha, baby?", the man said in a
heated voice as he started to roughly throat-fuck the kindergartner. "We
know your throat's open for more, Stanley. There's another five daddies out
there waiting for it."

Stanley gurgled and cooed as he gripped the man by his hips. Being just
five, his standing height was perfect for giving men blowjobs. He didn't
have to even bend a little to service them.

Since Stanley was busy in his stall and Timmy knew all about fellating
adult men, the older boy wandered out to the pool again. The moment he
appeared poolside, he saw at least fifteen men wave him to come over to
their chair.

Timmy had sucked off the men over to his right so he wandered to his left
and right onto the lap of old Mr. Higgins. Now, old Mr. Higgins wasn't
really all that old. At forty-eight, he was just considered old to early
elementary school kids.

Timmy had sucked off the dashing Mr. Higgins many times in the month since
his daddy had bought his son membership to the M-B Swim Club. "Higgy", as
the man liked to be called by the boys, was a married investment broker and
had four college-aged kids of his own. Oddly, they were all girls,
though. But he thought one of them might be pregnant with a baby boy on the
way so that was okay.

The first time Timmy had bumped into Higgy was when the then seven year old
was sucking off every man that could crowd into the shower room. And it was
a forty shower head shower room!

As the tyke was sucking and being fingered by innumerable man digits, his
little arm happened to bump into a particularly thick, meaty cock also
looking for service. It was the huge, throbbing sex organ jutting between a
pair of muscular, hairy legs...belonging to Higgy.

For the moment he felt the sperm-coated lips of Timmy graze along his wide,
cockhead and slurp up his precum, Higgy was hooked on the boy's ability to
satisfy. Not even the girl whores he'd paid for in Bangkok night after
night while a General in the army could compare to the orgasm he
experienced in the orifices of this little boy.

So, of course, he happily let Timmy hop up on his lap as they sat around
the pool. Fortunately, he's greased up his nine-inch erection before Timmy
climbed aboard. As the kid sunk down on the man's huge shaft, allowing it
to penetrate deep inside his little frame, anyone looking would have
thought it was just a naked little guy sitting on a naked man's lap. A
totally normal sight. Hardly anyone would have figured it was full man-boy
sodomy in front of three dozen watchers. Well, except for the fact that all
three dozen watchers were men who could tell what they were watching and
came closer to Higgy and Timmy to get a better look as they all slowly
stroked their own man boners. But in any other community pool environment,
no one would have guessed.

As the man sodomized him, Timmy asked old Higgy if he knew that younger
boy, Stanley, who was in the locker room giving head to all comers.

"Of course! Of course! We all do, I believe," Higgy said with a grin as he
looked to the three dozen other men watching them. A hardy chorus of
lascivious smirks and chuckles echoed throughout the pool area as the men
acknowledged that they all knew Stanley. If not by name, then certainly by
his sucking, cum-swallowing little mouth.

"I think every gent here has popped his cork between Stanley's sweet baby
lips", Higgy said as he invited other men to step closer for a feel and
suck of Timmy's hard little boner. "Why?"

Timmy groaned as Higgy bucked his hips a bit, thrusting his erection up
into the kid's body more deeply. "Cuuu-z, I was wonderin'", Timmy said. "He
was pretty busy."

Higgy smirked as he said, "Stanley's always busy. I'm surprised you hadn't
met him yet."

"Probably Stanley is always busy in his stall whenever this cutie's been
here", some gray-haired man chuckled as he shoved his wet, uncut daddy meat
between Timmy's lips. "That five year old might be busier but this one's
better...doesn't choke on anything smaller than foot-long mandogs, do ya,
cutie?"

After the man blew his creamy daddymilk down the little throat, and the boy
swallowed and swallowed some more, Timmy swallowed once more before asking
Higgy, "Does he have a daddy or mommy?"

"Stanley, you mean?", Higgy asked as he allowed various men to kneel
between their legs to lick and slurp on where his man cock penetrated the
smooth little buttocks of the little boy on his lap.

Timmy nodded, "Yeah, I mean, like my daddy's in the sauna right now with
triplet toddler brothers and their dad. Is Stanley alone?"

"That little cum slut's never alone, right fellers?", some booming in the
crowd surrounding them jested.

And everyone chuckled and chortled in the lewdest possible ways. (And there
are many)!

"Well", Higgy said as he softly groaned in ecstasy as his fatherly sex
organ pulsated within the tiiiiiiiiiight walls of Timmy's school kid anus,
"Stanley's an interesting little guy. His mother was a gloryhole worker who
serviced slews of anonymous men in a big video arcade right on Times
Square."

"Cool!", Timmy said.

"Yeah, it's a career choice you might want to look into when you get
older. Well, anyway", Higgy said as he held Timmy by his slender hips,
"Seems one day, a day like any other, she had her hairy twat up to one of
the holes and some man or another creamed her. Just like they all
did. Nothing new about that. But when she went to the free clinic for a
strange rash on her ass, the doctor told her she was pregnant. Since she
didn't have a husband, boyfriend or even a pimp, she figured it had to have
been one of the fourteen thousand cocks she'd let squirt sperm into her
twat. Stanley's mother was a very bright woman."

"I bet!", Timmy said. "Without a husband or boyfriend, its good she figured
out who the daddy was."

"That's right", Higgy said as he watched another man step forward for a
blowjob from the second-grader still on his lap like a piglet on the spit
at a man-boy luau.

"So, his mother's belly was getting bigger and bigger", Higgy
continued. "And, of course, since there is no socialized medical coverage
in the US, thanks to this administration, she had to continue working the
holes every day. Men barely cared if they were screwing a woman nine months
along. After all, it was the big city...and dark in there."

"Absolutely", a chorus of men said. "We all know how dark those gloryhole
booths can be in that place down by the interstate!"

Higgins rotated his hips as he continued to tell Stanley's story. "But then
one morning, only a week before her due date, a huge penis came through one
of the gloryholes she was working. She'd seen this throbbing cock
before. And it seemed to recognize her."

"Golly, whose was it, Higgy?", Timmy managed to asked as the man in his
throat withdrew his boner long enough for the tyke to ask a question. He
then re-inserted his cock once the boy had asked his question.

"Good question, Timmy", Higgy said as he tousled the child's mop of blonde
hair. "She didn't know who it belonged to - just that she'd seen it before
and knew it had popped a few loads into her mouth and twat over the
years. She sensed it might be her baby-to-be's daddy though."

The man in Timmy's throat again pulled his cock out of the younger's
sucking mouth long enough to let him ask another pertinent question.

"Why's that?", Timmy managed to gurgle out as he then motioned for the man
standing before him to stick his cock back into his throat.

"Just a hunch", Higgy said. "Stanley's mother was a woman of hunches. When
she was just a child herself, a hunch told her she'd be servicing
gloryholes all her life. Or perhaps it was just the fact that her daddy was
a pimp and had her working by that age. Never the less, she was a woman who
let her life be guided by hunches. And a hunch told her that the cock
poking in at her was the one whose sperm had knocked her up. It was a
one-in-fourteen thousand gamble but she was also a gambler. She was one
given to hunches and a gambler. And a gloryhole twat whore. A twat whore
gambler given to hunches. That's what Stanley's mother was. And at nine
months pregnant, she wasn't going to go against her nature. So she grabbed
a strangle hold of the huge cock poking through one of the gloryholes and
shouted for the video arcade manager to run get a doctor."

"The meth-addicted clerk behind the counter ran down the block to the free
clinic and dragged Doc Herpes (a Greek) down to the video
arcade. Fortunately, the doctor had brought along his paternity testing
equipment."

Timmy looked up at the latest man screwing his throat and the man pulled
out. "Wow, he was a really smart doctor.", the boy said as he then opened
his mouth wide for the man to re-insert his cock.

"Yes, he was, Timmy", Higgy said. "Smart but not licensed. Anyway, he
helped Stanley's mother pump off a round of seed from the erection
struggling to pull away on the other side of the gloryhole wall. But his
struggle was nothing compared to the four-handed handjob it was getting and
promptly, the cock spit its milk into Doc Herpes testing cup."

"Right there in that dark, dingy booth, the doctor ran a quick DNA test and
told Stanley's mother that the cock was indeed her baby's father. The woman
wept as all the men surrounding her open booth clapped and cheered. She
wept with joy some more and leaned forward to kiss the fat, long though now
flaccid cock still hanging through the gloryhole. Her kisses became more
impassioned until shortly thereafter she was deep-throating it in front of
all the video arcade patrons."

One of the other men encircling the spot where Timmy sat on Higgy's cock
nodded for the man using the boy's mouth to withdraw. "Kid wants to ask
something, I imagine", the man said.

And sure enough he did. Timmy asked, "And who was the daddy? Did they ever
find out?"

"Sure did!" Higgy said. "They most surely did. Before he could exit his
booth, an attorney, who, like most all attorneys was getting afterwork head
in the place, presented the man who owned the huge cock, with papers which
he just happened to have on him as he was going to serve them on a big
dicked Hispanic kid in the neighborhood who had fathered fifty six children
by an equal number of under aged girls."

"I'd suck him", Timmy said referring to the Hispanic sower or seed. And the
room of men chuckled and poked their elbows into one another's nude rib
areas in lascivious agreement.

"Turns out that Stanley's daddy was a hung and handsome working man", Higgy
explained. "A firefighter during the week and a part-time high school
wrestling coach on Wednesday afternoons."

"Awwww", the chorus of men surrounding them said in unison.

"Cool!", Timmy said.

"Yes, he was six foot four, two-hundred and ten pounds of working-man brawn
with a ten-inch cock, bull nuts loaded in daddy semen and a hairy chest."

"Sweeeeeeeeeet!", the chorus resounded.

"He even coached Little League 'though he didn't...as of yet...have a son
of his own.", Higgy said.

"And as a high Roman Catholic, he quickly agreed to marry Staley's
mother. As they could not get married in any church, since the local Priest
had known her all too well...in a carnal gloryhole way...it was decided the
wedding would be held where they'd first met, sort of, and, well, sort of
fell in love. Well, at least where his ejaculating cock first spewed seed
into her community-use cunt. But in a gloryhole whore's world, that's
love."

"So the following Monday night, right at the after work rush hour and as
the place got super crowded, Stanley's mother and father got married in the
same gloryhole booth where their relationship first began. An unzipped
Father Pedoinkiski presided since the sight of cock and semen-coated floors
reminded him so much of his Rectory back home."

"After exchanging vows, they exchanged bodily fluids in front of the mob of
men crowded into the video booth corridor. And instead of dancing the Hora,
the men were all invited to dance with the whora. At nine months and
counting, the blushing (drunk) bride hitched up (and down) her lace tube
dress and let the guests screw away at her dialated vagi-lips while
Stanley's father stood in a corner pushing away numerous groping hands at
his crotch."

"And then Stanley was born?", Timmy asked wide-eyed listening to the story.

"Yup", Higgy said. "That very morning, in fact. Seems taking fifty dicks up
you when you're that far along can induce labor. Or so said Doc Herpes as
he pulled his dick out of her as she collapsed into a heap on the
semen-sticky floor of the video arcade. 'We got a baby coming!', the doctor
announced to the remaining crowd. And they thought it best to whisk the
pregnant mother out of the place before some of the masturbating patrons
got the idea to give the newborn a baby shower of a stickier sort."

"That could get messy", Timmy stated innocently.

Higgy thrust a few times into Timmy's butthole and then let the little guy
ride him as if he were a carousel horse.

"The two then took their newborn baby - Stanley - to the remote cabin which
his father had built by hand as a craft hobby after returning from the
Peace Corps", Old Higgins continued. "It was located outside most any
normal U.S. jurisdiction yet managed to have cable... including AMC's
Romance Channel."

"It was not a happy marriage. As you can imagine, Stanley's mother did not
take well to the remote wilderness. His father would wake up most mornings
to find her in the kitchen with a wooden spoon up her pussy and a turkey
baster down her throat. It was not a healthy environment for a wanton
whore. Well, for a female one, at least."

"She'd be spotted down by the creek attempting to fellate young bucks as
they'd wade in the cold water. But the moment a doe arrived, the sex was
ruined. It was even reported by the well built family of mountain men down
the way that she had asked them for their cumshots. But being mountain men,
a family of hirsute, hung brutes all raised without women, they already had
a baby brother for that and told her to get off their land or else face
buckshot (and not the sort she'd enjoy).

Her whoring ways were her ruin. She was last seen by three big-dicked Parks
Rangers who, as they circle jerked in the back of their jeep, were
approached by Stanley's cock-crazed and disshelved mother. They said she
was naked except for moccasins. She begged them for a taste of their dicks,
which they refused since she'd just come upon them as they were wiping
up. Just then, though, as she fingered her dry, muddy, brambly (and
spunkless) twat, she lost her footing on the rock where she'd been
squatting and fell 1600 feet down a rolling hill and directly onto the
state road below where she was then hit and killed by a truckload of huge
dicked, over sexed, handsome as hell hillbilly studlettes, none older than
age sixteen.

At the autopsy, they also discovered that she had cancer, syphilis - and an
over bite.

And that's when Stanley, a mere three weeks old, came to be in the full
custody of his daddy. Since his wife had no family or friends and since he
had nary a relative of his own except his very well endowed father,
Stanley's grandfather, who himself was a fire captain and former Navy SEAL
(ret.), that left just the daddy and baby son to their own devises in that
remote cabin miles and miles away from anyone or anything other than a
family of rough mountain men, hung Park Rangers and a whole bunch of
over-sexed, young teenage hillbillies!"