Perverts 'R' Us

Father-Son Glory Hole Part 1

By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE ( M+/b, pedo, extreme cum, gh, preg, gb )

This is my first story at "Perverts_R_Us" and I hope that both old and new "Perverts R Us" fans will enjoy the story! Please do not copy or re-post the following tale. Do NOT act these things out at home. Adhere to all laws in your area. Write to the author and share your own experiences and thoughts. As you can see, the author loves detail! Photographic images with your e-mails are neither solicited nor welcome. Send feedback to Mrghjunkie@yahoo.com

I liked my wife. But came to really like her when I discovered that she was cheating on me with half the men in the county. I loved munching on her cunt most nights, knowing that some strange guy or another had shot his wad into her earlier that same day. Many times, I could taste and even slurp up some splooge inside that twat of hers. But I suppose those may have just been on the days that she let more than one guy ride her deep in the afternoon. Those days, there'd be just too much cum oozing out of her and onto my tongue for it to be the load of just one dude.

Yeah, I'm a sperm pig. And a man. And married (well, at one time anyway). Oh, and a dad. But it didn't all happen in quite that order.

I suppose always liked cocks and cum - and lots of it. When I was a little kid, I played my special "grab-the cock" game with some men in public restrooms. I don't even know where I learned it. I was just two or three then, but men in restrooms would always let me play my little game with them. It was a simple game. I'd see how many men's penises I could grab, like I was snatching for sticks or something. I never found a man who wouldn't let me play the game. Once they understood what I was doing, there'd sometimes be up to sometimes five men in a restroom letting me play the game as I'd grab for this man's penis and then that man's penis - like a game of tag. And it wasn't difficult to grab onto them usually because they'd be all big and hard, making it easier for me to reach and get a grasp of them in my small hands. The game always ended the same way when the men declared that I had "won" as they'd then ejaculate in my face or mouth before quickly hurrying out.

I even started to blow my own dad when I was just four years old. He was napping the first couple of times. But after he let me know he'd been feigning sleep by opening his eyes just as I swallowed his thick erection halfway down to his hairy nuts, he started me on blowing him every morning as he'd get ready for work. My mom never gave it a thought. She wasn't ever aware of what was going on as my dad and I would be in the bathroom getting ready for work and school. But my dad would be in there, standing in front of the sink, as he'd bust a nut down my throat nearly every day.

My dad would even take me to rest areas, since it was so easy then for a man to bring his little kid into those tea rooms. Even late at night when every trucker on America's roads needed to bust a nut and were always up for something a little nasty - like blowing nut-seed into a young boy cum pig being slutted out by his own dad. From the age of five until I was eleven, my dad would take me on these late night field trips (as he called them) to one dark rest area off the interstate. He'd make sure men in cars and trucks saw us enter the restroom and then he'd tell me to blow any man who came in.

On warm summer nights, when I had no school, after my mom would fall asleep after the evening news, he'd wake me up and sneak me out. My mom never caught us, even those times. He'd get me home, drained and full of stranger cum, at three in the morning sometimes.

And when it would be warm, he's wake me up and have me put on only my sneakers and a pair of little yellow sweat shorts. Then, once in the rest area men's room, he'd pull down my pants and have me sit in a stall to await any stranger he'd make sure would find me there. He knew that some men don't like to be seen molesting a little kid. And so they could enter my stall and do anything they like to me knowing they could close the stall door.

But lots of other men liked to put their cock in my mouth while knowing my dad was watching or other strangers were molesting me, too. There would be times when two or three different men would tail us into the restroom and watch one another shoot a load of cum into my mouth as I sat almost naked on the toilet. One night, when I five or six, I remember that about four men all decided to take turns "molesting the kid in the stall" as one laughed. As each would ejaculate, he got some in my mouth and some all over my body as I sat there with my red shorts hanging on my sneakers as my feet dangled, not even reaching the floor.

And my dad would stand by the sink, knowing what the men were doing. He'd come around and watch and even put his cock in my mouth when some man or another wanted to see a dad molest his kid.

"Want to see me fuck his kid ass?" my dad would sometimes ask a stranger who would be all hot and stroking his dick onto my lips.

And the men, young or old, married or not, would all want to see that. But my dad rather knew that already, as he'd open his belt buckle and have me stand up. "Turn around and how us your hole, son," my dad would instruct as sometimes one or even three strange men would be gathered around the stall door watching and jerking their dicks.

And I'd hop off the toilet and do everything exactly the way my daddy told me. I loved being played with, and even though it could be a little scary sometimes, having so many big men of all types take turns using my body, I always loved it when they'd put their penis between my lips.

When my daddy would want to show the men how a father sodomized his young son in a public toilet, I turn around and bend real far over as I'd spread my butt. He's finger my little hole and even invite the other men to put a finger in me before he'd stick his thick cock into it.

And once my daddy would fuck me that way, another man would always ask if he could do the same. To that my daddy, even if he hadn't cum, would step back and say, "It's all yours, buddy," before moving back to watch some complete stranger take his place fucking me.

So by the age of six, I already was able to have adult cocks go into my butt the whole way. It hurt sometimes, but it wasn't too bad. And I guess they all figured it was okay to ram up me all the way - and hard - since I was a kid being slutted out in a public toilet. Men figure that a kid like that is supposed to be a cum hole for anything they want to do to him.

And my dad encouraged that. He never stopped the men from doing whatever they wanted with me. Most of it was blowjobs and eating their sperm, since that's what so many wanted to do. But a lot of men liked to fuck a little boy's butt. And what better place than in a rest area bathroom and with the kid's dad inviting it.

A lot of men even would tell my dad that they wished that they had the nerve to slut and fuck their own son in the same way. But I suppose they did me as a surrogate instead.

One man though, when I was seven, said that he had his kid in the car with his wife and mother-in-law. His son was three and asleep in the back car seat. He suddenly zipped up his Dockers slacks and told my dad and another man, "Be right back, as long as you're all cool about this."

As I was sucking the other man, my dad watching and urging him on, the restroom doors squeaked open again and in another few seconds the man was back, with his sleepy two or three year old son holding his hand.

"Quick," the man said, as he seemed very nervous with excitement. "Put your cocks in his mouth. I can only be in here a couple of minutes with him, otherwise my wife will start to worrying."

Smiling, both my dad and the man who was fucking my mouth turned to the small toddler. They had their big erections sticking out of their slacks and together almost simultaneously, they pushed them into the kid's face. I think he was startled and was almost going to cry, but his daddy immediately said in a stern voice, "Be a good boy, Joshy!" and the boy listened, as he knew not to cry while two strange men rubbed the head of their cocks along his cheeks and lips.

"Stick 'em in his mouth," the man said as he stared intently and masturbated. "I want to see him molested...he's never been molested before...by strangers."

My dad grinned and knew exactly how to get a little guy to open his mouth real wide for big man cock. He sometimes did the same to me when I was acting up at age four some mornings.

He gently pinched Joshy's nose and almost comically, the child's mouth opened real wide. That gave my dad ample space to shove his penis into the toddler's mouth. He then withdrew and let the other man stick his own uncut, precum-oozing cock into the little one's now doubly molested mouth.

"Come on," my dad said to the child's father, "Put yours in, too. That way, it's a gangbang."

The man was so excited as he stepped forward and said to his son, "Daddy's going to put his in there too now, Joshy." and as he slowly pistoned in and out of his own small son's mouth, he muttered, "Oh, man, yeah, gangbanging my kid before he's even three."

"He is now officially pedo gangbanged," my dad whispered with a grin.

"Cum in his mouth," the other man said as he beat off watching.

"Can you both shoot your loads in him, too?" the man asked as he was clearly on the verge of ejaculation. "I'm going to bust a nut and want to see strangers bust theirs too in his mouth."

My dad openly jerked off quickly as he stepped up to little Joshy's head again. And the third man also crowded in as he masturbated more vigorously.

"Three man-loads before he's three, too," my dad said. "Your kid's going to be a tearoom cum slut before he's three, man!"

That was enough to get the boy's father to lose his nut and the white semen flooded his toddler son's small mouth, gushing out the corners and pouring down his cheeks to his tee shirt collar. The man watched every moment of his big penis molesting seed into his own kid.

In another moment, the third man lunged forward and aimed his penis directly at the boy's mouth. One splat of his semen hit the toddler's lips and his father's shaft as it was still implanted in his mouth. But the father quickly pulled out and using his left hand, he pushed his child's face in the direction of the other man's cum-shooting dick.

The man shot four or five wads of creamy stranger milk into the boy's mouth. The man pulled back once he was done and quickly, nervously, stuffed his meat back into his slacks before almost running out of the restroom.

As the door closed behind him, my dad was unloading his nuts into the child's mouth. Joshy was so overwhelmed by the new experience of being a cum hole for men that he couldn't have cried even if he wanted. He was just standing there, his small hand in his father's hand as he let the big penises all shoot their white, hot creamy stuff into his face and mouth.

"Oh my God," the father said as he looked closely at his son's mouth which was all loaded in a mix of three men's seed, including that of his own father.

"Damn, hot," the man said as he quickly zipped himself up. "Damn hot, just molested my kid, man."

"You aren't going to bring him outside like that, are you?" my father laughed as the two looked at Joshy just standing there, staring into space, his mouth wide open and utterly, obscenely full of semen.

"Drink it, Joshy," his father told the toddler. "Close your mouth and drink it all down like a good boy."

Intently, my dad and Joshy's father watched as the toddler slowly closed his mouth and could do nothing else but gulp down all the mixed ejaculate. His face was priceless as he grimaced. But he swallowed it all down - just before he started to cough.

My dad laughed and comforted the younger father, "They'll do that at first, don't worry. Semen can be pretty thick and viscous. But he'll get used to it with enough opportunity."

Suddenly a man, white haired, fit, perhaps sixty years old, entered the restroom and the father quickly pulled Joshy away from the stalls and to the sinks where he tried to clean up his little guy as best he could.

As he used paper towels to wipe off the semen that coated his small son's chin and tee shirt, the older man at the urinals looked over at them. "Spills in the car?"

The dad looked up and quickly replied, "Yeah. He spilled some juice."

"Looks like a lot of juice," the older man said as he seemed to purposefully step back a step from his urinal as to show the huge horse cock he had hanging from his jeans.

Joshy's father saw the big cock, but didn't know what to think. He was nervous, having just molested his small son with two strangers. And he knew he had to get back to the car before his wife started wondering and worrying. But when he saw the man slowly stroke his huge dick where he stood at the urinal, he was torn.

"These little guys get all messy on anything, don't they? Mommies don't even know what it all is after a while, do they?" the older man said as he just stood at his urinal, more and more openly stroking his huge cock as he could see it wasn't scaring off this young father.

"Yeah," the man replied as he wiped some more semen from his son's tee shirt.

Suddenly he was shocked when the older man whispered, "Use a little soap and some water on that towel. It will help mask the aroma of semen on your little one's shirt there."

"Huh?" the young father asked.

"The semen" the older man, his horse dick hanging out of his fly, repeated as he half-turned to look at the man and toddler and give them both a better look at what he had. "If you're worried about anyone finding out, they'll just smell soap and water."

Looking back to where my dad stood, the young dad saw him give him the thumbs-up, indicating that he ought to let Joshy get molested by a fourth adult penis.

The young dad glanced at his watch, but one could see that he was curious and horny still to see his little guy encounter another cock - and this one was huge.

Standing up, he took his small son by the hand once again and led him up the urinals where the older man stepped back two or three steps, showing them both the huge dick he was slowly stroking.

"You let him play with these, huh?" the older man smiled. He then saw my dad step around to where they stood and asked, "You do him, too?"

My dad just nodded and gave him the okay sign as he stepped closer to watch the young father guide his son's small hand over to the older man's huge scrotum.

The white haired older man's knees almost buckled out from beneath him as he felt and saw this tyke's small hand being forced to fondle his nuts.

"Geeez," the older man mumbled. "I knew he must have been taking dick when I saw that other guy leave here a minute ago."

The young father then took a handful of the older man's huge shaft and guided the head of it to his son's lips. "Open up again, Joshy," he ordered his son. But this time, no one needed to pinch the toddler's nose in order to get him to cooperate. Little one's hate that and learn quickly that it's easier to just open wide.

The older man, with the father's assistance, soon was molesting the child's mouth for the fourth time in less than ten or fifteen minutes. That was the part of the rest area men's rooms that my dad loved most. It was so simple to get your kid perved on and molested in such places. It was open to everyone, no one questioned a tyke in there with his dad - even at midnight - and it was hopping with horny men all needing to bust a nut while on the road.

Heck, my father would sometimes even drive around and look at the tags on vehicles before we'd head home. On the drive, with me all full of semen and my skin sticky in the stuff, he'd say, "I think men from Maryland, Virginia, Nevada, Texas and Missouri all bust a nut in you tonight, Jack."

The older man didn't hold out too long since very few men could when being sucked on by a small child. They all lost a load pretty quickly when they knew they were molesting a kid in a men's room. In only a minute, the young father and my own dad watched the huge horse cock on this man spurt ropes of thick, white semen into Joshy's small mouth.

"Oh fuck," the young father muttered as he watched intently. "Look at all that seed...going right down my kid's throat."

"His drain hole" my dad said with a grin.

"His what?" the young father asked.

"His drain hole" my dad reiterated. "You got your kid on his way to being a good little cum drain hole."

"Hot!" the young father replied, "Drain hole. Yeah, that's what its like. Especially here in a men's room, ain't it?"

"Well, I sure ain't using the urinal for this load like I feared I might have to this evening when I pulled in," the older man interjected as he flicked the last few drops of his thick semen onto the child's tongue.

Joshy's father once again guided his son's small right hand to the older man's huge scrotum and made him gently cup and squeeze it. "Thank the nice man for all milk, Joshy," his father told his son.

Looking up at the tall older man, the toddler said a very mumbly, "Th'ks." He was clearly all confused by the events and all these strangers that his daddy had him playing with. Even the look on his face showed the men that he was still not used to the taste and texture of this new drink his daddy was letting men give him.

"This is first time eating cum?" the older man asked as he packed his big dick back into his jeans.

"Yeah," the young father said as he wiped Joshy's chin again since more semen spilled out after that molestation.

"Use some soap," the older man said as he stepped around to wash his own hands at the sinks. "I don't need some two year old walking around smelling of my jizz, you know," he added with a laugh before wiping his hands and exiting.

The young father washed his son's face again and as he did, the older man opened the door again and poked his head in to rather knowingly ask, "Is there a Dan in here?"

The young father braced up, all tense suddenly as he hesitantly replied, "Uh, yeah."

"There's a lady out here looking for you," the older man said as he rolled his eyes.

Quickly, Dan took Joshy by the hand and as they exited the door, my dad and I could hear some woman's voice ask, "I'm sorry, honey. I was just wondering if everything was okay?"

And we could just hear Dan say, "Oh, he got a little sick after going potty, and so I had to clean him up..."

My father came around to my stall where I'd been listening to everything and looking at all the pictures of huge cocks which men had drawn all over the walls.

"See this one?" my dad asked as he pointed to some writing.

I nodded, even though I couldn't read it.

"Five yr old son takes all cock and loads," my father said as he read his own handwriting. "I wrote that," he said as he lewdly groped himself. "Letting men know a little cum pig sometimes comes through here - gets 'em all thinking about the idea, at least."

In another moment, the restroom doors opened again. My dad jumped into the next stall, which was closest of the three to the urinals and sinks. Without any time wasted, this new man, a very tall, muscular guy in his late thirties and wearing in a biker jacket and with a bandana on his head, came directly over to the three stalls. He passed my dad's and then looked into the empty stall against the far wall. But he stopped in front of mine.

He again looked into the stall where I could see, looking through the glory hole in the wall between us. My dad was now sitting with his pants down. My dad sometimes liked to take that stall so he had a front row seat to watching me suck men off as they stood in front of me in my stall.

Seeing my dad stroking his cock as he gestured to the guy that it was okay, the biker began to paw his bulge right in front of me as he asked, "You the little guy taking all the loads?"

I nodded since that had become my identity whenever I was with my dad on such field trips.

"Fuck," the man said as he popped the buttons of his 501s. "You're a real little guy. Too fuckin' wild, man."

But it wasn't so wild as to prevent him from pulling a long, thick piece of meat out of his fly. "You like sucking these?" he asked as he wagged it at me from where he stood.

I nodded because I did and also because I knew that my dad was watching through the glory hole.

"Then suck mine," the biker said as he stepped into my stall. Like I did for all the other men who wanted to do something nasty to a little kid, I let him put his penis in my mouth and he began to thrust and buck his hips as though he were fucking some hot chick. He didn't even seem to care if it were just a little kid's mouth he was screwing.

"Man, you're good, kid," he mumbled as he pistoned in and out. "Little kid sucking cock like a pro. You must spend a lot of time in here..."

As he screwed my throat, the biker could also see the eye at the glory hole and he put his finger to its rim, inviting whomever the other guy was watching to put his dick through it.

He didn't know it was my dad, who quickly stood up and shoved his erection through the hole. The biker took a hold of my dad's shaft and then as he pulled his meat out of my mouth, he told me to suck on it.

I could barely reach the wall, being so little, so the biker made space so I could get off the toilet and suck the penis sticking out of the glory hole. I loved sucking my daddy's penis, and my tongue knew every millimeter of it.

"God," the biker exclaimed, as he watched me suck down another big adult erection. "Who do you belong to, kid?" he asked as he watched and beat off.

"Come're, come're!" he suddenly barked at me as he almost ripped me away from my daddy's penis. He pulled my head to his hot loins as he jammed his thick, big dick deep into my throat just as he began to squirt and squirt his warm, tangy semen. I tried to breathe as best I could as he busted a nut in my mouth as deep as he could. He just shot cum into me like he was squirting into a sucking sperm hole.

And when he was done, I could feel his big physique ease up and become less tense. He then let go of me and jammed his meat back into his jeans.

"Thanks, you whored-out piece of shit," he laughed before he dashed out of the men's room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, my dad stood up and came around to my stall. He was all smiles as he said, "Wow, he was a rough one, wasn't he? He feed you a big load, son?"

I nodded as I opened my mouth for him to see.

But my dad laughed as he slapped the head of his own cock on my tongue. "It's as clean as a whistle, Jack. He must have blown all that seed right into your belly, son."

When I was six, my dad also found a very cruisy - and kid-friendly - forest preserve about ten miles from our house. It was just off where two interstate highways merged making it ideal for all sorts of horny men to enjoy all day sex cruising.

It had many winding trails, and tons of nooks and crannies that made it perfect for all kinds of sex.

During the summer, my dad would take me there in just my small red Speedo and gym shoes. There would always be twenty or so cars parked in the large parking lot that was down the hill from one great trail. Anyone who took that trail did so for only one reason: sex.

And at the top of that trail, hidden slightly by some trashy bushes, someone had long ago dragged a picnic table. It became the spot for me to have sex, especially group sex.

Being a public forest preserve, one would sometimes see a family here and there or even a school field trip stop for a day to gather leaves. But for the most part, they were rarely ever there and when they were, they all always seemed to take the easier trails on the opposite side of the parking lot.

But there was just enough of it all as to make it easy for a pedo dad like mine to bring his kid. He liked the fact that I was used as a cum hole by all these strange men that would make their way to the end of the cruisiest trail, only to sometimes find me laying on the table or sitting on one of its benches, wearing nothing but my red Speedo and sneakers.

My dad would sometimes stay with me at the table. But as not to inhibit some men, he'd stand behind a tree or further up the trail and watch as a man would talk to me a while, glance around and then let me unzip his pants for him.

Sometimes, when a lot of men all figured it was okay to molest me at one time, they'd have me lie on the table and even pull off my red Speedos as they used my holes and shot cum into me.

But it was better sometimes, my dad would say, when I'd sit on the bench. That way, since men were so much taller, they could step up to me, have me unzip them, from the back and at a distance, you'd barely know a kid was in front of them sucking on their dicks.

One some summer days, my dad would take me to the woods to service men all morning and afternoon. And then, since it was closed at dusk, he'd bring me to the rest areas to service even more men.

So by adolescence, I was a total cock-pig, cum dump. I wasn't too interested in kids my own age, but I'd suck almost any man in college or older.

And later on, in high school, I sure spent some time as a teen, beating off while thinking about every guy from my football coach to my buddies to the men who worked the local gas station. I let some men play with my dick and butthole in the woods back then. From the age of eleven through sixteen, I was up at the local forest preserve almost every single day, on my own, riding my bike - just for the fun of servicing different men who would play with my body, too. And even though I sucked any man who had a boner in his pants, they were mostly married men who said it was just what guys did for fun. And since it was so much fun - even when I'd blow ten of them a day - I had to agree.

But I never considered myself a queer or anything like that back then. No, all that stuff was just for fun - like the men all said, it was guy fun. And they were mostly all married men with kids, so obviously they were straight. They just had to make sure that their "fun sex" was done in secret. My dad even encouraged that in me, although it was he who had made me a cum dump and promoted my eating every load of cum that could shot my way.

"No need to be a faggot, just because you're a fuckin' hole for other guys to spit their sperm," he'd tell me. "You just do all the things other boys do and you'll always get along fine. In fact, you always be around all the dick you like that way."

I liked sports and was nuts about NASCAR and automotive shit. So much so, that when I was eleven, my dad brought me to a NASCAR race and then showed me the glory hole that some race fan must have carved between stalls in the track's men's room. "You suck yourself down some thick NASCAR fan sperm, son," he said with a smile as he left me to blow what turned out to be three different dicks in about a half an hour's time.

So I knew that it was okay to be a regular guy and a cum dump, since you have to sort of be a regular guy in order to get near so much dick sometimes.

I was so closeted about being a cum pig and "straight" back then that I was even fucking not one, but two different girls between all the special secret fun. It wasn't so much that I liked their bodies, as much as I just needed convenient places to shoot my cum on those nights that my buddies and parents felt I should have a date. And the girls at school all adored me. They would all say that they wanted to have my baby, they all so adored me.

And then, one of them did.

It was that fucking Jessica Meyers, the school slut, who wound up carrying my baby - my one and only kid (so far, at least). I figured it could have been my kid - or any of about a hundred other guys in town - since just about everyone had fucked her and it had to have been some guy's sperm that did it. And sure enough, after a DNA test, my dad told me I was going to be a father.

Six months out of high school and I was told I was going to be a dad. Well, I didn't think all too much about it until my dad told me that it would be cheaper to marry Jessica than to pay her child support and also separately support myself.

And although my mom was concerned, my dad didn't seem at all mad or even all that upset about much, except the financing of a baby. In fact, when we'd be alone, he'd smile and say, "It's good that dick of yours spermed inside a girl, even if it was an accident. It's nice to be a grandpa, but it's a great cover for you, son. Best cover for a whore cum pig like you is having his own kid. No one will be figuring you for a queer anytime soon."

So Jessica and I married and moved into one apartment.

I thought it was cool that she was pregnant with my kid. I even thought she looked sort of hot when she huge in her eighth month.

But then, so did a lot of guys as I came to find out one day when I came home early from my job at the auto dealership where I worked as a mechanic in the service department.

Into our apartment I walked and there was Jessica. My new wife, expectant mother, and town whore was sitting on the living room floor. Her legs were spread and she was completely naked, save a "Baby On Board" tee shirt pushed up just above her swollen nipples. There were about nine guys standing around her, shooting their loads all over her enormous belly and onto her cunt.

I stood there as I watched some guy, who spotted me, but must have just thought I was a tenth stranger to drop by with a load, as he scooped a bunch of thick cum off Jessica's stomach and shoved - actually shoved - his cummy fingers into her cunt.

I thought at first, "Hey, my kid's in there!" but had to admit that my hard on betrayed any other feelings I had. Actually I stood off to the side in the shadows as I watched the other guys all put more of their collective cum into her pussy using just their fingers.

I then went into the kitchen where I could still see them all, but Jessica couldn't see me. Man, the dicks on most of those other guys were beautiful. Big, fat, thick, long cocks all hanging out of their pants, dangling in my wife's face. Each just unloaded its cum - cum all now floating millimeters from my unborn kid's head. One even knelt between Jessica's legs and inserted just the head of his cock into her as he spritzed her insides with seed.

Then I watched these guys all buckle up and leave. Only then did I enter the living room, where these nine guys had left my wife sitting on the floor in sort of a sticky mess. She was trying to get up, pulling herself up using the edge of the couch. It was funny and hot at the same time. She couldn't lift herself too easily but the remainder of sperm that these guys had all shot on her was making her stomach and pussy gleam in fuck-juice.

I don't think she even realized that I hadn't just arrived home. She didn't act startled or anything like that. She just said, "Hey, can you help me get up?"

Without saying a word, I nodded and approached her. But instead of immediately helping her out, I unzipped my pants and as she watched, jacked a load - her tenth in but five minutes' time - and aimed it directly at her twat.

"Spread your baby-hole," I muttered to her as I jerked off, staring at her hairy, sperm-sticky cunt. "Finger that mommy slut-hole," I ordered and she immediately obeyed. As her finger entered herself, a thick, copious amount of white semen came pouring out.

That was the mixed goo from all those strange dudes who had just spermed my baby's womb sac. It was enough to see it, but when Jessica, asked, "Think the baby can feel all this warm milk in me? Think he feels any of it as if it blew on his face in there?"

I lost it. My knees buckled and I did something I hadn't done in nearly four months, like the strange dude before me, I inserted the head of my cock into her pussy and flushed her out with another deposit of warm cum. If my unborn son could feel, it, well, there was nothing I could do about that. Like the other guys, I was horny.

Jessica laughed as I pulled away from her. She fingered her juicy pussy and withdrew them with even more cum on them. She then presented her gooey, sticky fingers to me and lustfully, seductively whispered, "Come on and try some, Jack."

I acted like I was just eating my own cum. But I knew that what she had on those fingers of hers was, including my own, the mix of ten men's loads. "I met them outside the Dairy Queen this afternoon," Jessica said as she scooped out more semen from her twat. "I had such a craving for ice cream and when I saw all them road workers in line, I got that other craving."

Although Jessica and I didn't have much of a marriage or much in common, I could completely understand what she was saying. I was just sort of surprised that so many guys would gangbang a slut as pregnant as Jessica was at the time.

But when dudes want some fun, I had learned that any hole will do.

So, Jack Jr. was born a month - and one more gangbang - later. In fact, he was delivered the night after that last gangbang. I came home at five thirty to find about eleven men screwing Jessica - and this time, I mean screwing. I stopped and watched as they took turns having her sit on their cocks as they swapped places on a kitchen chair. I watched as one big, thick dick after another went clear up her twat - and I wondered if any of them were knocking against my kid inside there. But surprisingly, Jessica didn't seem to be experiencing much pain or anything. She was letting the guys screw away at her as she sat on one dick after another. Even from clear across two rooms, I could see the copious amounts of splooge these guys were all shooting into her.

I had a hard on in my auto service department jumpsuit as I watched these total strangers finish up on my wife and mother of my yet unborn kid. They'd cum and then as they'd swap places with the next guy, pull up their pants and watch the rest deliver a load into her.

And I guess as one would expect, Jessica went into labor about four hours after these dudes all fucked her. I would have thought their big dicks would have pushed the baby further up into her, but that's not how it works, as her ob/gyn told us at midnight right after he delivered my son - at a completely healthy seven pounds, four ounces.

A month after little Jack Jr. was born, I came home from work to find eight guys taking turns on Jessica in the living room. She'd taken advice from the doctors - not to have intercourse for a few weeks. And its good thing they told her that, although I am sure they meant with me since I doubt much that they figured a new mother would be pulling gangbangs. But her break from intercourse clearly ended that night I came home to find a pile of other men ramming home in my wife's - the mother of my son - cunt.

I even heard one of the guys say that he could ram deeper into her now that the fucking kid was out of her. But another one of the guys said, "Yeah, but it was sort of cool, banging my meat against the kid's head in there." To that, the men laughed as one said, "I don't get it."

"She just had a baby, man. Couldn't you hear the fucking baby crying in another room when we got here?" one of the guys said as he stroked his cock, getting ready for his turn to shoot cum into my wife. "She was still taking on groups up till the night the baby came."

"No fuck?" the guy asked. "Guys were fucking her even at nine months?"

"I felt the kid's shoulder, I think," one of the men laughed as he zipped up his jeans after having juiced inside of Jessica's twat.

"Where's your kid, Jess?" a big man with dark blonde hair asked. "Prove you just had a baby to this idiot."

Some other man was on her as he fucked and another was fucking her mouth so I stepped into the room and said, "He's in the other room."

The guys looked my way. Some had seen me before, but didn't know who I was. And yet other guys had never been to the apartment before and must have figured I was just guessing.

"Show this guy that she had a baby and we was all fucking her till the end," the dark blonde man said to a man standing next to him.

"Can we get your baby and prove it, Jess?" he then asked my wife again.

These men were asking to see Jessica's kid - my kid - to prove she was pulling trains even as a prego.

Without awaiting a response, two men, total strangers to me - and probably to Jessica, too - disappeared down the hallway looking for her and my baby.

I didn't say anything or stop them. I don't much know why. I should have, but didn't. I figured that they were doing it just to prove a point.

In a minute, the dark blonde along with some big young guy came waltzing out of the small second bedroom carrying Jack Jr. in his arms.

"Here it is," the blonde stated with a huge grin. "Told you guys!"

Seeing Jack Jr. in the arms of some stranger, a guy fucking my wife with a group of other strangers was perversely erotic to me as I stood and just watched.

Jessica, seeing Jack Jr. stopped sucking a cock and simply laughed as she said, "Be careful, you guys. It's a baby. Don't hurt it or anything."

To that one of the older men gave a couple of men a look that showed what he thought of her. He even said, "What maternal instinct..."

"She's a loser slut," one of the guys replied to him in a whispered voice. I figured that since they thought I was just another guy there to fuck her, it didn't matter if I could hear them or not.

"You think one of us is this little guy's daddy, Jess?" the tall blonde asked in a jesting manner. "Who's the real daddy? Could you even begin to guess?"

The man then looked into my baby's face and teased, "With the way your mother's such a whore-bag, I wonder who even made you, little guy. Could have been any of a hundred dicks that made you."

"That's creepy," the older man whispered to his young pal beside him. "She screw that many guys?"

The young guy nodded as he pulled up his jeans. "I suppose. I been here a few times and it's always like this - a bunch of other people fucking her, too."

"Put it back in its crib, will ya?" Jessica asked the blonde man.

I then stepped forward, letting Jessica see me for the first time and said, "Give him to me. I'll put him to bed."

Clearly not knowing who I was, the blonde man looked to Jessica.

"Have him put it back to bed, okay?" she told the blonde man. And as he handed Jack Jr. over to me, he said, "He's all yours bud. I'll help ya."

With that, he followed along with me down the hall as I could hear another man orgasm inside my wife.

"What's with this bitch?" the dark blonde asked me with a laugh. "You ever see such a fucking whore of a mother? Hell, we could be doing anything to her kid in here and she wouldn't even know - she doesn't even seem the sort who'd much care."

As I returned Jack Jr. to his crib and cranked the mobile above it a few times, I realized that this guy was right. If I were not his father, guys could be in here doing anything they wanted with him and Jessica wouldn't even know.

After the men left, Jessica let me eat out her cunt. It was loaded in thick semen that night and as I slurped some goo out of her, even she noticed and laughed, "That tall young one shot cannons of sperm into me - he even fucked me twice."

I licked and lapped all the collected cum I could from her and then she said she had to take a shower. She closed her legs and stood up and announced, "I'll feed the kid after I shower. You can jerk off while he sucks my tits if you want. I let some guys do that yesterday afternoon, since I didn't think I was ready to fuck again yet."

At that, she spun around and went down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Hell," I was thinking to myself, "My wife, no matter the slut she was, was letting guys watch my son nursing on her - and she let them jerk off watching? She permitted guys to come into the apartment - my apartment - since the bitch didn't even work, so they could beat off as they watched my son's little mouth suckle on teat?"

Although I knew that I was married to and stuck with a total cum bag for a wife, I found myself hard and squeezing my cock through my mechanic jumpsuit as I stood there in the middle of the living room. Why did I find that so hot? Was it just anything remotely sexual got me hot? Or was it that they were strange guys - most of whose cum I had to admit I was eating down even if I was sort of disguising it in a way as cunnilingus.

When Jessica came back into the room, she wore just a see-through robe of a negligee set and was carrying Jack Jr.

"Come and watch your son suck some tit, babe," she said as she patted the seat beside her on the sofa. "Finger fuck me while he sucks, okay?

Without saying a word, I pulled off my jumpsuit and then opened up my jeans before sitting down. My dick was hard as a rock as I watched her spread her legs and open her twat wide before lying back against one of the arms of the sofa.

"You should have been here yesterday, Jack," she said lazily. "I think there might have only been eight here, but they all stood over there and stroked while your son sucked my nips for milk. You'd think I was fucking him the way those guys were beating off as they watched." Then she added with the laugh of a whore, "Like they never saw a mother nurse her baby before..."

I looked around the room imagining eight men beating off just as I was doing at a chick getting her boob sucked on by a one-month-old infant.

"Don't worry. They all shot their loads in my mouth, Jack," Jessica said as she caught me looking at the floor and then at Jack Jr. "None of them go any on him here," she added. She then yowled before laughing, "Fuck, he might be little but, fuck, they don't warn you how hard they can suck."

I watched Jack Jr's tiny lips suckle hard in his mother's left teat and asked, "Does that hurt?"

"Yeah, it hurts!" Jessica stated. "No, I'm just making noises because it feels wonderful."

"But all moms do it," I said as I masturbated watching the pair. I figured that it was okay to jerk off watching, since Jack Jr. was so little, he wouldn't even know what was much happening, let alone understand the fact that his daddy was masturbating at the end of the sofa.

"Here," Jessica said as she grabbed my left arm firmly. "Give me your finger," she ordered. I watched as he pulled Jack Jr. off her teat. "Put your index finger into his mouth..."

I did so and was shocked to feel the power of the suction such a small infant could muster. He had a lip lock on my index finger to the first knuckle, that I thought it would make a popping sound had I pulled it away fast.

"See?" Jessica stated as she laughed. "Now imagine it on a softer, more sensitive body part and you can get a picture of how it feels to have a baby sucking on you."

She then pulled my finger out of my baby son's mouth as she continued to feel him feed off her breast milk.

And knowing the sensation he was providing her for some weird reason made me have to ejaculate. I got up off the sofa and Jessica waved me over to her side. "Shoot in my mouth and then you can kiss me."

I stood over her, to her side as she held open her mouth for me to jerk off into. But as I did, I couldn't help but also see the top of my son's head as he continued to suckle. I inserted my cock head into Jessica's mouth just in time as I began to blow seed. My nuts felt so fucking relieved to be unloading after a long day at work and seeing my wife being back to her whoring.

But then I slipped, maybe even slightly intentionally, out of her mouth, as I was still orgasming. I was so wired and hot as I came, I jerked and my cock head came out of her mouth for just a moment. But in that moment a thick volley of semen - just a single volley - shot from my cock and landed like heavy rain on the crown of my son's head. I couldn't believe that I had just rather accidentally ejaculated on my own newborn son! I looked down as Jessica wrapped her lips again around my still cumming cock. I could see a long, quite thick, quite white rope had splattered along the curve of the very top of Jack Jr.'s skull - matting down some of his fine hairs to his somewhat still bald scalp.

After I finished up in Jessica's mouth, I pulled away as she looked at Jack Jr.'s head. I was all red-faced but she started to laugh. "Well, you beat the Priest to the christening, Jack. Come here and lick your sperm off your son's head. You can't leave him like this - with a big mess of his daddy's sperm on him like that."

I crouched beside the sofa and gently kissed my son's small head. I almost felt apologetic for doing such a thing to him. What one-month-old gets a load of jizz shot on his head, I had to ask myself.

But my fatherly kiss became something more as I licked and slurped down my own ejaculate. It felt oddly erotic to run my tongue along and through his fine, wispy, semen-drenched hair. And his scalp tasted sweet and felt quite warm.

After eating my sperm off my son's head, I again felt embarrassed. But if she noticed or cared, Jessica didn't act like it. "I'm going to lay here with him doing his business," she said to me. "Turn on the TV so I can watch 'Jeopardy' or something. There's some leftover lasagna your mother brought last night in the fridge if you want to eat."

The next day, while I was at work, Jessica killed herself. She slit her wrists and I got a call from the cops and another from our building manager that I'd better come home.

She didn't even leave a note, which was a little strange. But at least she had the foresight to have dropped Jack Jr. off at my parent's before going back to the apartment. So that act alone showed some sense of premeditation on her part.

I was upset, but not really as shocked as somebody might think. I mean, I knew I'd married a rather fucked-up chick and only really married her because of circumstances. So I wasn't quite the grieving widower that some may have expected.

I mostly just wanted to see my kid and make sure he was okay. Since the apartment was unlivable after that, my dad agreed to buy out the remaining three months on the lease - just so I could get out of there. Jack Jr. and I moved in with my parents for what would be a "temporary, but extended period of time," which meant when I could truly fully support myself and Jack Jr. - and not stick him into daycare for his entire childhood, which I couldn't have afforded anyway.

Although I should have been mourning, I guess, I was always horny instead. I suppose it was because I was only nineteen and my marriage with Jessica wasn't something most guys would have actually mourned anyhow. I suppose a lot of guys missed her, but that ain't the same as mourning her. They missed the free twat, I suppose. And that's understandable.

At work, I heard another mechanic mention a place called "Dreamsicle Books," a local adult place that had glory holes in every single one of the stalls in the back arcade area. I of course knew what a glory hole was, and had even recently jerked off as I watched some super-young teenager blowing another man in a stall in a local K-Mart store while Jessica and my mom were buying stuff for the baby before he was born.

So, just a week after Jessica's memorial, I headed over to Dreamsicle Books one lunch hour and was blown away by the numbers of other guys all looking for quick blowjobs from other guys.

Since I was a little kid, I had developed quite a taste, even a hunger for other guys' sperm. It might sound strange to some that a young dad would actually get a craving for the jizz of other dudes, but I had to admit that I had. I guess a guy can't slurp out the strange cum of other men from his wife's pussy and then not finally admit (at least to himself) that he is a cum pig. Thinking about it, I knew that I had actually ingested more semen than had Jessica - and she was the one who was supposedly the slut.

Just being in the dimly lit hallway of Dreamsicle got me rock hard. There were about six men hanging around, and I could see they had wood in their pants. But then there were about sixteen booths of the twenty or so booths that each had a little red light over the door. Knowing what the guy at work had said, I realized that, hell, sixteen dudes were doing something through glory holes all at the same place at the same time. That's the sort of business most any guy likes to frequent.

Here it was, just noon and already two dozen guys were packing the place, needing to get off into one another through holes.

I only had about forty-five minutes before I had to get back to the shop so I slipped into an empty booth and inserted a dollar. As soon as I did that, I could hear the doors of the booths on either side open and then close and lock. I glanced to my left and then my right and saw that this booth, Booth #12, had glory holes on either wall.

And these glory holes weren't like the rough, hand-carved hole that looked like some kid had made at the K-Mart. These were professionally and perfectly drilled holes. Heck, the business of this place was for guys to get blowjobs twenty-four hours a day.

As I clicked through channels, I saw that two cocks came snaking through the glory holes on either side of me. And they were nice, thick juicy cocks. I had seen enough of them as I'd watch dudes all do Jessica.

I didn't really think of myself as being gay or bi or anything else. I didn't concern myself too much with labels like that. I knew I liked to fuck a pussy on occasion - but they had to be total slut pussies like Jessica's. And I could eat pussy, but I also knew that to do so, it had to be loaded up in sperm.

I knew what these two guys - not even seeing them, other than for their dicks - wanted. And I knew what I wanted as well. I had this craving for sperm all week since Jessica closed up shop, so to speak. Even at her memorial, I was madder at her for making me miss out on second-hand sperm than for her committing suicide.

I squatted and just started sucking the two cocks - back and forth I went between the two glory holes. Yeah, they tasted damn fine, even some mighty sweet precum dribbling out of one as I wrapped my lips around it. Even though I didn't have any experience sucking cock, I took to them pretty easily.

Knowing that I wouldn't be able to use Jessica as a go-between any longer, I knew that to get to and eat other guys' sperm, I had to blow them - maybe from here on out. After all, with a baby son to support and the craziness of Jessica for the past year, I wasn't the least bit interested in hooking up with another chick - not then and maybe never again.

The dude on my left had a cock on him that could have choked a horse. It was thick and uncut and all I could think was that it looked like the cock of some Latino guy. I was going to eat me some Latino breeder milk and then some more breeder milk out of whoever had the long cock to my right. I didn't care who they were - all I wanted was to suck them deep and get them blowing seed down my throat and into my gullet.

It's funny, but when you put another dude's cock into your mouth, it's not a faggy act at all. Its actually rather hot and you have to keep up with them - some guys have big dicks and seven, eight, nine inches of erect cock in your throat requires a guy to get into it.

I got the one on my right to feed me his nut-milk first, and what a fucking load it was. He squirted in my mouth like a freaking water fountain. I could actually feel his semen washing out my mouth, soaking around my teeth as most of it drained down my throat. Being a guy, I knew this stranger had to cum and cum bad.

As I let the guy ejaculate in my throat at that hole, I could tell that the guy I thought was Latino was watching through his glory hole. I had some other guy watching me being a glory hole cum-catcher. I turned my shoulder a bit so he could get a better view of the other guy's cock as it pulsed in orgasm between my sticky lips.

Then, being done, unloaded, the cock pulled away from the hole. And I saw that the Latino guy immediately stood up again and re-inserted his cock through his glory hole. He wanted to be and knew he was next to shoot a wad or two of ball milk into that same mouth - mine.

Almost as my lips again touched and tasted his slick, tasty cock head, his sperm began to shoot out. In fact, some even shot so hard that it hit the front of my mechanic's jumpsuit. I wasn't expecting him to squirt off so quickly, but I quickly wrapped my mouth around his cock head and enjoyed the sensations as I could feel his ejaculate hose-hard onto my upper palate and against my uvula. Damn, this dude had to blast a wad. You wonder how these guys get through a morning when they're ripping seed like this down another guy's throat by noon.

Before he even pulled away, I could hear and then see another cock poking through the hole on my right. Hell, this one must have immediately swapped places with the other man. But, that's what these places are in business for - to help every guy in the city bust a nut when he wants and needs to do so.

I remained on my knees for the next half-hour and ate the reproductive fluids out of another six dicks. I didn't even know what the guys attached to them looked like. I could figure that one was a black guy and that one was older since he had some gray pubic hairs. But other than that, these cocks squirting sperm into my mouth could have belonged to anyone.

And who really gives a shit when they're all adding to my belly being used as a collection site? They sure don't much seem to care - they know they're all ripping one down the same throat. You hear 'em come into their booth, unzip their slacks and just stick it through the glory hole. They know what the guy is about that would man such a hole on the other side. They know they've got a breeding juice spittoon sucking for more sperm as they feel wet lips wrap themselves around their cock.

After that lunch hour, I was hooked. I started going there every lunch hour and even for an hour after work. Fortunately, my mom watched Jack Jr. and I didn't always have to race to get home. I even started sucking cocks at Dreamsicle in the early mornings, once I realized how many men need to bust a nut before work. Just like me, they stopped in after leaving their house and family, but before getting to the job site or office. It could almost be busier at six or seven in the morning than after work. I'd have sometimes eight or nine loads of warm semen in my belly, as I'd get to work and start to replace some muffler.

In fact, one morning before work as I was entering Dreamsicle, I got out of my car just as this other mechanic I work with, but don't know or even like all that well, was getting out of his truck. I knew he had a wife and a handful of kids. But, then, so did half the guys who stuck their cock through the glory holes in this place. We actually both reached the door at the same time, and couldn't pretend that we didn't see one another.

Instead of him being surprised or asking what was up, he smiled and said, "Good, the community cum-pot is here this morning, I see."

I feigned ignorance and asked, "Huh?"

"You can have my load," he whispered in a bossy manner. "I got a load to drown a cum-pot like you, fag."

He opened the door and then acted like he didn't even know me. He headed to the back arcade area and I followed several paces behind, wondering how in the hell he knew I was sucking down loads in this place.

Even though he was a guy with whom I worked and I only knew him to be a loudmouth who was always barking at the manager, I had to admit that looking at him in this environment, where guys off types show off their physiques and baskets to the best of their ability, he was damn well built.

I trailed behind him and when he took booth #8, it was a lucky enough thing that booth #9 was unoccupied. I slipped into it, locked the door and crouched at the glory hole. He was standing there facing his monitor as he slapped through channels. Once he landed on something he liked, all I could hear was some chick groaning in the video.

He wasted no time, as few of the morning guys ever did. It was all about busting a pent-up nut load after a long night and probably a wife who didn't want to give them any the evening before. Better than jacking a milky load into the toilet after their morning shave, these married guys all wanted to cum in a real way. And if it meant feeding queers through glory holes, they didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, most of them couldn't open their pants fast enough since they knew they'd always be guaranteed the fact that their big boners would fuck inside a deep, hot throat. For many such men, they made it a daily routine - since they all knew that a cocksucker was always on the other side of those glory holes and most happy to get their throats reamed out with dick and milked up in anonymous semen.

It almost seemed that the straighter and more obviously married a guy was, the more he seemed to enjoy adding his juice to an already juicy, semen-slick throat. You'd see these men who had on wedding rings, obviously family men, putting the big breeder meat right into a highly trafficked glory hole, knowing they were but number twenty to squirt some juice into that same mouth that was taking deposits from every dude wandering into the place.

I watched the guy from the muffler shop through the glory hole. In profile, his bulge was big as he obviously had some meat on him. I never noticed that about him before. But then again, I always usually just saw him in his mechanic's jumpsuit.

But it was a big mass of meat bulging in his jeans. I watched him pop open the buttons of his jeans and haul out this hose of a cock. Fuck, he was a big daddy.

And he knew it. As I looked upward through the hole at him, he had like this sneering grin on his face as he looked down at the hole - and my eyeball.

Turning his body, he aimed that huge horse cock right at the glory hole and then stepped closer until the wide mushroom head entered my booth.

In a flash, I was licking this guy's cock slit. It tasted clean and he let me lick the slit with the tip of my tongue. I knew the guy had grade school-aged kids, and here he was letting some guy - me - lick inside the piss slit of the very cock that had made them all.

I wondered what all the kids of these men would think if they knew that their dads let men suck on their dad cocks and drink the same sperm that made their families? I wondered what my own, kid, Jack Jr. would think if he were older and knew that his own dad was on the receiving end of all those cocks and pop-shots of cum?

I was sort of glad he was so small - it would be a long while before I'd have to ever worry about such. But as I sucked this co-worker's huge fucking dick, I recalled the sight and sensation of that night when I accidentally shot a squirt of my own cum on Jack Jr.'s head. I cringed but at the same time, my erection was intensely hard thinking about it for some reason. I had this guy's thick boner ramming at my tonsils as I was also thinking about seeing my own baby boy's scalp doused in his old man's cum.

The guy was a rough fucker. He fucked against the wall like a bull in heat. I could actually feel his weight pressing against the wall as he screwed my mouth through the glory hole. Every guy has his own fuck technique and many - perhaps being at a glory hole - in such places all really fucked hard as though they need it bad.

In just a few minutes of letting him use my mouth and depths of my throat in a heavy-duty way, he busted a nut. I drank it as I fast as I could, feeling it pouring like water down my throat. I kept my mouth pressed to the glory hole and let the guy just drain his nuts completely into my stomach. I was getting to enjoy just being a living sperm urinal, if you will. I got to enjoying keeping my lips pressed open at the hole as the guys hit their climax. That way, they could decide the pace and depth of how they ejaculated. Many liked the freedom of that - just being allowed to squirt off freely and inside my mouth and throat as deeply or shallowly as they needed or liked.

And this guy, who worked just two service bays down from me, was a major cummer. I wonder how many kids know that their dad is a major cummer. I mean, you wouldn't probably think such a thing around the dinner table, but many of these dad-types pump out the batter like their nuts haven't cum in ages. It even made me wonder about my own old man. I mean, he was only forty-four and pretty nicely built. He might be like the rest of those blowjob-hound married dads and feed a cocksucker a huge load of sperm - the same stuff that went into making me.

This dude jacked up sauce and pumped it into my gullet like he was serving up breakfast from his hefty eggs.

And when done, like all of them, he pulled back and pulled up his trousers - done with the fag hole and on with their day. But they all leave their genetic matter in some unknown mouth on the other side of that wall.

But this guy sort of knew me. When he was done, he exited, but I knew that I'd be seeing him again in under an hour at work. But before I could worry about that, another man, some dude in a good, dark blue suit had occupied his stall and was groping himself - the trade sign he needed some chops to fuck cum into. I knew not to waste their time or my own - especially before work or during lunch hours. These guys all needed to fuck some sperm into a community pot, but sure don't appreciate having their time wasted.

And as I was getting hooked on sperm, cock and lots of it, I too appreciated it when men didn't waste too much time getting what they came for. For the most part, they understood that everyone was there for the same thing - giving or taking. And so they knew there wasn't much point in dragging things out. Take the booth, lock it, feed the machine and haul out the meat. The stranger on his knees at the hole will almost always suck anyone off who comes in and does that. They're there to do exactly that - be the mouth hole for different guys to fuck and shoot ropes of semen into all day.

After just a short time, even I could see that many of the guys seemed to know that and were considerate of one another in some ways. They wouldn't occupy the cocksucker too-too long when they could see a bunch of other men also need to fuck some nut-milk into a receiving hole. Looking through the glory hole, I'd sometimes see men holding the door for one another as one would exit and another would immediately enter the booth. It's like they all knew they were ripping seed down the same throat - with rather the same casual attitude men have as they stand on line to use the same public urinal.

But after just a month of sucking at those glory holes, I was hooked on the idea of sometimes just pressing my mouth to the hole and letting dudes fuck it for sometimes up to an hour that way. I'd know it was a new guy, even though I'd never remove my open mouth from the hole, because there'd be a gush of warm semen from one, then withdrawal, a bit of clunking and zipping up, the squeak of a door and again the door now latching. The sound of another zipper and then the sensation of perhaps a thicker or longer or saltier or a more veiny erection going down inside my throat, until it too would wash out my mouth in semen. And some days, that same cycle could repeat upwards of six or seven times - in just one hour.

That morning, just a little more than an hour later, when I got to work, I could tell that something was different. There was some new energy to the shop. I went to my work bay and saw two other mechanics talking to the big guy I had sucked off at Dreamsicle. They were talking, looking my way and snickering or so it seemed. It made me very uncomfortable, although I figured there was no way in hell a married dad like that would be bragging about how he just screwed his huge dick into another dude, and especially in one of those glory hole places.

So I started working on a car that was left the evening before. But soon the two guys, both of whom I knew okay, but weren't buddy-buddy with, approached me. The work bay area of the shop was off-limits to customers, due to liability and all that, so there was no one much to see or hear what we mechanics did back there.

I was working on getting a new muffler prepped when this guy named Dan asked how I was doing this morning. I said "Fine." Then the other guy, an older Hispanic guy named Miguel, whose high school-aged kids I had even met a bunch of times when they'd come by after school to say hi, standing right beside him, came right out and said, "Nick been tellin' us what you're into. We didn't know you were a… you know… a hungry fag."

I turned my body slightly to them, as I grew red. I said, "Hey, I just want to get to work, okay? I don't want any trouble..."

"We don't mean you no trouble. No trouble at all," Dan said, as he must have realized that they were coming across perhaps too threateningly. "It's just, if you want some more, Jack...head to the restroom in a few minutes. I got something you might like. We're just offering to...I dunno...warm up that tummy of yours with some more hot milk, if you want."

"Yeah, I got something needing a little help this morning, too," Miguel smirked. "I'm loaded with the hot milk..." he then added with a nasty laugh.

I turned as I fidgeted with the muffler in hand and looked at the two men. I had talked to them usually and even ate lunch with them on occasion. But I never really thought they'd ever be the sorts who'd let another guy suck on their cocks. But I had to admit that they looked to both be well-built men and they obviously already knew I was a cum pig. What did I have to lose? In fact, looking at their jumpsuits, they both seemed up for some morning assistance. Miguel, this married papa, even had what was quite clearly a tenter happening within his jumpsuit. I looked around the shop, but other than the manager behind his window several yards away as he talked to some customer at his counter, there was no one around to notice.

So I nodded and that made Dan and Miguel both grin big.

"We'll go one at a time, so no one makes a deal," Dan said. "Do Miguel first."

"Why's that, buddy?" Miguel asked with a laugh.

Dan glanced all around the place before whispering with a sly chuckle, "Because judging by that, its looking pretty obvious you're all ready to go..."

The three of us looked at Miguel's big crotch, where it was apparent he could barely contain his erection. Even Miguel blushed some, since it seemed that he wasn't even aware how much his jumpsuit was tenting.

"Oh, fuuuuck," he laughed as he readjusted himself while looking all around. "This always gets me into trouble..." he said before looking at me and saying, "See, baby, what you're gunna get, though?"

"Go into the restroom," Dan said to me in a conspiratorial tone. "Then, Miguel, you go in. I'll cover for both of you for a couple minutes."

"I'm gunna pop a wad and be right back," Miguel said. "That's all this baby of mine needs anyway," he added as he lightly gripped his cock through his jumpsuit.

"And all you need, too, I bet," Dan said looking at me. "You really swallowed all of Nick's stuff?"

I nodded as I looked toward Nick, who was busy under the hood of an SUV.

"And he even said that you were like taking loads even after his," Dan whispered. "That true, too?"

I again nodded. "How did he know that?" I asked.

"He said he's seen you in there a buncha times and you'll take every load shot into your mouth," Miguel stated as he was getting edgy for some head. "Man, all this talk, I need to shoot cum into something."

"Get in there and help him out," Dan said to me. "And then Miguel and me will switch places."

I set down the new muffler and glanced at the shop manager's window. He was busy on the computer and wasn't even looking our way. I walked over to the mechanic's room and as I approached it, I saw Nick look up and lightly shake his head as he smirked before returning to engine of the SUV.

The mechanic's restroom was small - just a single urinal and single stall. I went inside and stood at the small, white sink. It seemed like forever, but was no more than a minute probably before the door opened again and Miguel came in and immediately stepped right next to me and pushed his crotch into my side and my left hand.

"Come on, do me buddy," he demanded. "Come on, we all know you want it, you want the cum out of these balls we guys got...come on, suck me. Nick says you was sucking a lot of these this morning...come on."

Without further prompting, I squeezed Miguel's cock through his jumpsuit as he unzipped it.

"Ah, that's it, make pappy here happy," Miguel said, "I ain't get no sucking on this big thing for too long. The fuckin' wife is just too fuckin' busy with the bitching to do her job...but dudes like you always want it, don't you, cocksucker? You dudes always want the cock, don't you? Like a good fuckin' slut, huh? Always letting other dudes put our cocks in you, huh?"

Miguel pulled out his cock, a dark, wrist-thick uncut beauty. And it was hard as any guy could get. I crouched to be hip high to him and watched his dick jump up and down some before he stepped forward and let it graze like that - up and down - along my lips.

He was watching closely as he smiled, "You like that, eh? You like Miguel's big pappy cock, don't ya? I can tell. Look at that, letting a big dick put juices on your lips. You really are a cock slut like Nick said, aren't you?"

Then he slammed his hot erection into my mouth, grabbed my hair and began fucking throat like a wild man. I kept up the best I could, but still I worried that perhaps someone in the work area might hear the sloppy gagging on cock going on inside the restroom. Miguel grunted, perhaps a little too loudly for my comfort, but he was lost in getting himself some morning release. I could only imagine how this man must have fucked to get that brood of kids he had. Damn, it made me wonder if Miguel's kids had any idea what a bull their daddy was. It's so funny how kids never think how well-hung their own dad is or how much their dad likes dirty sex sometimes.

The moment that I stroked Miguel's big, fat nuts, he started ejaculating down my throat. He grunted big and loud. But there wasn't anything I could do about that. He had my head in a vise grip as he used it as a spittoon for his semen.

And in another minute, he was done. He let go of my skull and shook his meat against my lips, sending a bit of clinging semen into my mouth. Then he stepped back and as he watched me, he packed his meat back into his jeans and then zipped up his mechanic's jumpsuit.

"You were good." he stated. "You're a good hole to shoot cum into. You know what? You can eat my cum every day, if you want. Maybe at lunchtime even, I'll shoot some more into you. These nuts of mine make a lot of warm milk for a slut like you."

"Thanks," I muttered in reply as I started to stand up.

"You may as well stay like that," Miguel laughed. "Dan wants to be next so you might as well stay down there."

I got up anyway and waited by the sink as Miguel exited the restroom.

And right on schedule, not more than thirty seconds later, the restroom door opens - but it's not Dan. Instead it's this guy that worked in the Parts Department, who I know as Mike. I know he's married, but that's about all I know of him. I can see he's all nervous energy, but figure he must have needed to use the restroom. But quickly it's apparent he's not there to take a piss or anything. He looks at me through the mirror over the sink and then I can he looks back at the door for a second before whispering, "Hey, it's Jack, right?"

I nodded and replied, "Yeah."

He looked very nervous but in an excited sort of a way as he added, "Is, uh, what they're saying out there, uh, true? You, uh, like, taking loads in here?"

I didn't know what to say, since I didn't know if perhaps it meant trouble. So instead I turned to face him and could see that his navy blue pants were all packed and taut in the crotch. He sure looked like a guy who needed to bust a nut.

"That's what they're saying?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, sort of," Mike said in a friendly but tense voice. "Dan and Nick, at least. They're saying you're blowing dick in here. Are you?"

"Why?" I asked.

"You just blow Miguel?" Mike asked. "I just saw him leaving. What's he hung like?" he then added as he pawed his crotch a bit.

My eyes dropped to where his hand lightly massaged his bulge. I figured he had to be in the restroom looking for some head, so I replied, "He's pretty big, really thick."

"Man, so you sucked him?" Mike asked. "I mean, Nick said you sucked him off, too, at some place on Route 10."

I nodded in the affirmative.

"You like sucking cock - a lot - then, huh?" Mike asked as he pawed himself more and more openly.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered.

"You want another one?" Mike whispered.

"Sure," I replied.

"You'll suck me too? Like, right now?" he asked, almost as if he couldn't believe a dude would suck numerous cocks in a row.

"Yeah," I answered. "I've sucked off fifteen guys in a row a few days."

"No fuck? Fifteen? Shit, you are a cock pig." Mike said as he kept an eye on the door. "You let 'em all shoot cum in your mouth, too?"

"Hell, yeah," I whispered. "I love cum."

The moment I said that, Mike quickly unzipped his slacks and pulled out of the fly a very nice seven-inch erection.

"I got a load of cum here if you want some more," he said as he held his perfectly formed cock out toward me.

I quickly went to my knees and started sucking on his dick. It was so fucking hard and hot. My tongue slid along the shaft like silk causing him to shudder and his knees to give out a little.

"Holy fuck," Mike muttered. "You do that like a pro, man. It's like I'm screwing pussy or something."

I'd heard that a few times through the glory holes in recent weeks. After getting the guys to bust a nut in my mouth, some of the particularly married or straight-looking ones would sometimes lean into the hole and whisper stuff like, "Man, my wife's cunt don't even that good," or "Damn, you fucking queer, that's one hell of a mouth you got - I never shot so much cum in my life."

And Mike was no different. Maybe because, really, he was no different than any of the men who shoved their cocks through the holes. They too were just regular guys - most of them straight, most married even.

One cocksucker at Dreamsicle even told me that such places are the secret drain stations for most men. It's where the community's high testosterone alpha males would go to shoot a few loads of their daily cum-shots into appreciative mouths, collecting the stuff from all.

They were the place where dads could bust a nut when they really, truly needed and wanted to do it. Hell, if most of these men's wives and kids could see how badly and how often "dad" unloaded his nuts that way, they'd be sent into shock.

Even in the short while I was sucking so many cocks at Dreamsicle, I could see it was where dozens (and even hundreds on some days) of men would drop by to drop a load. And I know I sucked the same cocks on a few occasions. Hell, I even think I sucked down the nut-batter of a few of the same married guys numerous times in a week. Sure, they could settle for sex from their wives once a week, or once or twice a month. Because they knew they could drain their testicles every day into the unseen mouths on the other side of some pre-drilled hole.

I even saw and sucked some of the same guys coming in two or three times a day, looking to feed their cock and sperm to cocksuckers. But I suppose it only makes sense that if I could be a guy looking to suck morning, noon, and night, there'd be other guys needing and looking for head that often as well.

There was one older married guy always in a suit and tie who I'd see in the morning, then at noon, and again after work. He was hung like a horse and was horny as all fuck. He wore a wedding ring so I figured that his wife was damn lucky he used so many of the guys taking loads so often. Otherwise, she'd have been one damn worn-out wife.

He's come in and spent some time moving from booth to booth, feeding his huge horse dick to different cocksuckers, Then when he'd blast, whoever was on the other side of the glory hole at the time was in for an enormous mouthwash of semen.

I sucked down on Mike's cock like I know us guys all like. Even if every guy doesn't always love the sensation of being deep-throated, they all love to see another guy wolf down their boner like so much Milk-Bone. And Mike was no exception. He gave an audible gasp as he watched me deep-throat his handsome cock. And while down there, I even licked his nice, low-hanging nuts. I never thought much about him before, but the Parts Department guy was quite the hot stud.

But then, so was Miguel. Hell, I was becoming such a cock whore and cum pig that on some days I felt that I could suck down on anything with a dick.

And after a couple of more ramming thrusts, Mike shot up a huge, milky volley of seed. His entire body shuddered as he came and I knew I got yet another dude orgasming within an inch of his life. That was almost as good as tasting this man's semen - sweet, warm and copious - just the way I liked being seeded.

Then he got nervous again. He stuffed his cock back into his slacks fast and zipped up. I said, "Thanks, your sperm is delicious," but he didn't reply to that. Instead he checked the front of his slacks, perhaps for any cum or saliva stains. After all, I'd just eaten at that little doorway into his pants.

Then he spoke, "Uh, I think Dan wants to go next, so you better stay here." With that, and without even thanking me, he left.

And not more than ten seconds later, Dan came in with a huge grin on his face.

"Good, you didn't mind, I see," he said as he unzipped his jumpsuit. "I figured you might want to blow Mike. He give you his load?"

I nodded as I crouched at Dan's massive jeans bulge. He was a big guy and his crotch promised some good eating. "We got to make this quick, because Ronnie was asking for you a couple of minutes ago."

Ronnie was the shop manager, the guy behind the computer half of the day. He was pretty cool, but sometimes had to rag on us when a customer was ragging on him.

"I told him you went outside to use your cell phone to check in on your kid," Dan explained as he let me massage the huge, warm, meaty lump in his 501s. "So he can't see you coming out of here, just for your info."

He then looked down as he whispered, "I got a big one for you, cocksucker. Can you tell it's real big?"

I nodded as I gnawed in the massive bulge for a moment.

"My wife says it's big," Dan continued. "You like big dicks, I bet. I mean, you being a queer cocksucker and all. You cocksucker guys all like the big ones, from what I read on the Internet."

"I like all cocks," I said. "I love sperm. But, yeah, I love having big dick shoved into my throat."

"I bet you do, baby," Dan said with a grin. "From our families sometimes swimming together in his pool, I know that Nick's got to have a big one, too, don't he? And he said you can suck us big guys like no tomorrow."

"There are some huge cocks that come through glory holes at the place where Nick fucked my throat," I answered. "So, after a few of them, your throat can't help but learn to take them."

"You don't mind us guys screwing your mouth?" Dan asked as he unbuckled his belt. "Not that I'm complaining or anything but you being a young dude, you got a kid, you were married...you don't mind us all fucking our loads down your throat?"

"No," I admitted. "That's what my mouth is here for...and I love cum."

"You like that shit, huh? Cum," Dan said as he unsnapped his trousers. "Well, I got lots of that for you, fag."

My mouth ached as it salivated when I saw the fucking hunk of meat that Dan pulled out of his white Jockey shorts. It's amazing the fuckin' meat that can be all around you - just hanging on regular guys.

I opened my mouth and Dan immediately ground his hips into my face, causing his thick shaft to ream out my throat. Fortunately, having had a few loads just shot in there, lubed up my throat and allowed it to expand easily for his onslaught. He may not have quite been thinking about it, but I knew that Dan had his cock tapped into a throat coated in the mixed semen of the other guys at the shop. His dick was fucking through the parental milk of both Mike and Miguel. Heck, I'm sure some trace sperm from Nick and seven or so other anonymous dudes was also perhaps still clinging along my throat hole.

And whether they knew it or not or thought about it consciously or not, most men loved a slick ride down a puddin' slick throat. Maybe that's why so many guys get off so well in a mouth making itself the cum dump for the city. Sure, it's the best-used and best-trained mouth any guy could encounter - how could they not be, when some of us cocksuckers have fifteen, twenty-five, even fifty different dudes a day - every day - use it as a fuck-n-dump hole?

But they're also plowing their cocks through the milky jizz of all those other guys who've left a deposit and lined that throat smooth as honey in semen for the next guy.

And Dan seemed to be no exception. You can immediately sense when guy can tell he's got his dick into something special. They all have that moment of revelation where they let you know, without even thinking, that they're suddenly aware this ain't going to just be a regular, run of the mill, "done by the wife or girlfriend" variety of blowjob.

They all make a reflexive and audible little sound, like a gasp. They all have their hips lower and their knees ever so slightly buckle or dip. They all look closely at the lips wrapped around their thick shaft and they almost always suddenly (even if they weren't planning to) decide to open the belt and let the trousers drop to at least mid-thigh as they decide its something to really get into.

And Dan was into it the moment he could see and feel his massive erection go all the way deep down into my throat. He even shuffled us over to move closer to the sink. With my head nearly crushed against the porcelain, Dan, held onto the rim of the sink to balance himself as he then just rammed down into my neck like he were screwing some ten-dollar whore in the alley. His huge fucking nuts slapped against my chin as he thrust hard and deep. I loved to feel another guy's scrotum banging on my chin - something that sadly doesn't, can't, happen through most glory holes. But when you have a man's nuts slapping or pushing against your face as you swallow his cock is something so hot, since you know its his sperm factories that are soon going to feed you all their seedlings.

And Dan was no exception - he was just like all the other guys who got a nickel ride down my throat. He plowed away and then I could feel that he was going to blast a milky spray of sperm into my cum receptacle of a body. It was funny, but that's rather how I was coming to see myself - even in just the short while since Jessica's death. Hell, even in the short time since she'd died, I had to admit that at least two or three hundred guys had squirted their stuff into my mouth. I couldn't lie to myself anymore and claim that it was just she who was the cum-bag or that I only was eating the anonymous jizz off her clit because I was somehow performing some sort of heterosexual act upon my wife.

I had to admit to myself that I was a cocksucker, a cum pig. Even at just twenty, I was already one of those dudes who lets any guy step up to him and fuck a load of nut-juice into his belly.

Hell, some light went off in my head as I realized that although I always thought I was straight, I really wasn't. In fact, I was a cum dump. I was the lowest of all the queers. I was that queer who held his mouth up to holes hoping any dude off the street might shoot some milky fluids into it.

And here I was in the restroom at work blowing half the guys who worked with me. I knew I'd be expected from now on to let them use me as their cum urinal anytime they needed some. And they'd all already demonstrated that none of them had a problem passing the word around. I knew that guys like this get off on having their own regular, secret cum dump and sure get off, even though they're straight, on sharing the same cum dump with other guys.

I found that most interesting. That all these macho, straight types - for the most part all married and dads themselves, got off on not only screwing their dicks into one throat, but also feeding that one guy all their cum. And they always seemed to encourage the further use of that mouth, as they all seemed to like to tell other dudes that they can pop a nut or two into it, as well.

But I should not have been surprised. After all, I saw it all the time at Dreamsicle. The guys clearly can see that everyone is getting off in one booth, using the same cum dump on the other side of some glory hole. And yet they all want to use that same booth, glory hole, and mouth. I've been at the hole when, just in the course of thirty minutes, five or six different guys will all have used my same glory hole - as though they were trading off or doing relays. But as we all know, none of them know one another. They just seem to be attracted to using what every other stud is using. And in the case of the glory hole, they must figure that whatever was good enough for the stud exiting, is good enough for them.

Or perhaps men in such places looking for head simply want to be guaranteed that head. And seeing a busy glory hole, where one guy is sucking all, lets them easily know they're guaranteed head by grabbing that adjacent stall, when and if it's ever available.

In just a few more strokes, Dan was ejaculating in my mouth, flooding it in his warm, white semen. Freak, the guy came like a bull at the county fair. I had to cough some, even with his cock still in my mouth, since his semen was so plentiful and watery. It tasted fresh and ever so slightly bleachy and had a slight grit to it, which felt wonderful as it coated my teeth. Man, I was drinking down a big load of this guy's spermies, was all I could think as I gulped and gulped again.

He pulled out and stood up tall as he then looked up to the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath.

"Maaan, that was good," he whispered with a slight huff. "I ain't bust a nut like that in days. Thanks. You like my cum?" he then added as he looked down to where I was licking my lips.

I nodded as I purposefully let him see his some of his semen, which was still in my mouth.

"Feed ya enough?" he asked with a knowing grin. "I shoot a big load, don't I?"

"Oh yeah," I moaned softly as I remained on my knees while I watched him pull up his Jockey shorts over his large penis.

"My wife says I cum a lot," Dan added. "And I seen a lot of porn, but I think I cum as much."

"Even more than some porn," I said to him.

"Yeah," he agreed. Then as he buckled up his belt, he nervously asked what it was that he really wanted to know. "So, uh, I cum more than any of them?" he asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the shop.

"Them?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know," Dan pressed. "More than like, you know, the other guys..."

I licked my lips and said that they all shot great loads. But then I said, "But you shot the most. You're loaded with spermy milk."

Hearing that, Dan smiled like a proud kid told that he was the best player on the team.

"Yeah, well, like I said, I can tell I shoot more than some guys in pornos do," he said. "But you being a queer...and, you know, seeing...getting so many loads, I figured you'd know best. So that's cool. You kinda make it official - having a cum pig like you tell me."

If truth were told, Dan perhaps came the most - although Nick had delivered a flood as well. And Mike and Miguel each pumped some good blows of nut-juice into my stomach, too. And some of the totally faceless men at the glory holes could nearly drown a cum drinker.

Hell, Dan was maybe above average, but seeing how elated he was thinking he was the biggest breeder in town was rather cute, so I let him go on his way thinking it.

I figured he'd love to feed me more of his cum again if he figured he had the biggest load to wash out all the other guys' semen in my mouth.

"I'll go out to the shop and make sure Ronnie ain't around," Dan said as he went to open the door. "If I knock twice, come out and remember to tell him you had a phone emergency with your kid or something."

"Yeah, sure, thanks," I answered as I stared at the big guy who had just ejaculated inside my throat.

"It was good," Dan whispered. "Hope you didn't mind taking a few loads."

"No, never," I admitted.

"Good, cuz if you like it, we can do a repeat - hell, I could use one every day," Dan said as he stepped out of the restroom.

I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and right cheek had semen on them - whose, I don't know. I ran my fingers through it and then licked them. Then I rinsed my face and combed my hair back with my fingers.

Then there were two taps and the door actually opened a few inches. "He ain't around, it's okay," Dan whispered before closing the door again.

I took a deep breath, because although my manager wouldn't maybe know what was what, I knew that I now had to go back out there to the shop floor and see all the guys who had just had their dicks fucking sperm into me. I knew they'd all be looking at me, knowing what a cum slut I was now. It's weird to be at work, knowing you've had four of your co-workers' dicks jammed between your lips and pumping seed deep down into your throat.

Hell, what guy at work knows what half the other guys at work are hung like, or how fucking big their dicks are, or how they fuck and how much semen they produce? But now I knew that about Nick, Miguel, Mike, and Dan. Shit, how was I going to continue on in this job? I'd be expected to suck them off whenever they needed to unload some sperm. If one ever got mad or changed his mind about letting a queer slobber in his meat, hell, they could make life shit.

I took a deep breath and then opened the door. I was hoping that everyone would be busy at their work bays - catching up on the time spent in the restroom. I was hoping no one would even be paying attention.

Instead, when I opened the door, I immediately could see Nick talking to another two guys who worked in the sales department. When they saw me emerge from the mechanics' restroom, they all turned and looked at me with these weird, smug little smiles.

I went directly to my work bay and continued on with replacing the muffler on a customer's car. As I lay on my back, I realized how much semen was in my stomach - and four loads of it from men not more than fifty feet from where I was. And yet, few would ever suspect such a thing upon entering the service department of the dealership.

Then I saw a pair of shoes beside my head and I rolled out from beneath the car.

"Where you been?" my manager, Ronnie asked as he held his arms akimbo.

"Uh, I had to make a phone call," I mumbled as I wiped my hands and stood up. "My kid, uh, like took sick and..."

"Follow me," Ronnie said with a scowl as he pointed toward his small office that was located in the service department customer area, right behind the counter where he usually worked.

I could see that the other guys were all watching as I followed behind Ronnie.

He was an okay guy, Ronnie. He was in his early fifties and pure Sicilian working guy. He used to be a mechanic until he went and got an Associates Degree in management. I knew he was married and had kids, since he always showed everyone their pictures, which he kept on his desk.

Once inside his office, he closed the door and told me to sit down. He was chewing on a toothpick since quitting smoking and as I sat on a vinyl chair, he paced a bit behind his desk. And as he did, I had to admit that he was showing some good meat inside his polyester slacks. I'd noticed it a few times before, but in profile as he paced back and forth some, you could see he was one well-hung dad.

"Where you been for the last..." he began to ask as he looked up at the clock on his wall over the door. "..say, the last twenty-five minutes?"

I coughed before replying, "On the phone. Like I was saying, my kid came down..."

Ronnie held up his hand as he nearly, like sneered at me. "Quit the shit," he said. "I asked you where you were."

"On the pho...." I began to reiterate.

"Who the fuck told you to say that?" Ronnie nearly yelled. "Mike? Dan? I don't like fucking lies."

"No one told me..." I muttered. "I just..."

"You were in that fuckin' men's room giving head to everybody, weren't you?" Ronnie barked as he came around to the front of his desk and stood in front of me. I was torn between being scared shitless and drooling for his big bulge that was just a foot or so away from where I sat.

"No," I began to lie.

"Don't fuck with me," Ronnie shouted again. "I fuckin' know what you been doin'. I got fuckin' security tape if you want to fucking see yourself sucking down half my workers out there."

My face dropped and I grew faint. I was terrified to lose my job.

"I never guessed you to be a goddamn little cocksucker," Ronnie chided. "Your dad know you're sucking all this cock? Fuck, you got a kid. And you're blowing guys at work? What are you? Fuckin' nuts or just such a big cock-whore you need it, no matter the risks?"

"I need it," I mumbled.

"I got you on tape sucking three of my employees in row, Jack," Ronnie said as he rested himself against the edge of his desk. "In the head sucking off three other men. You think you can turn this service department into some fag cocksucking house? This ain't a bathhouse here or Dreamsicle..."

Ronnie knew about Dreamsicle. But then again, half the males in the bay area knew all about that place. Heck, half the males of legal age had probably been in that place at some point to bust a nut.

"This isn't some cocksucking haven where you can suck everyone off like I hear you been doing down at Dreamsicle..." Ronnie continued to say.

"You know about that?" I said with a deep swallow.

"I've been hearing a lot about you this morning, Jack," he replied. "You can't do that shit here. The guys might all like an easy mouth to drain their nuts in every morning, but this isn't your little glory hole booth and you aren't going to drink cum on our dime."

"Sorry," I replied. "I've never done it here before..."

"Yeah right," Ronnie said. Although he was hopping mad, I couldn't help but notice that it seemed that he had an erection in his slacks.

He caught me looking and angrily asked, "What are you looking at? Fucking looking at a guy between his legs. You're looking at my goddamn dick, aren't you? Man, you are a fucking slut."

"Sorry," I answered.

"Sorry?" he balked. "You're looking at a man's crotch there, faggot - a married man with a wife and three kids. Get your fuckin' eyes off my crotch."

He then stood up and went to his door and locked it. "You go around looking at your own dad's crotch that way, fag? Or maybe that's where you learned to like cock so much? Maybe you're one of those cock sluts who learned by having his daddy push his penis into your mouth? Is that it? Did your daddy raise you to suck his penis?"

"No, no," I began to answer.

"You're a fucking liar," Ronnie insisted. "I bet you were wolfing down on your dad's cock before you could read, you filthy bookstore and toilet cocksucker."

As he spoke, I could see that Ronnie now had pitched a tenter inside his stretchy slacks. There was no mistaking his erection for anything but what it was - a huge rod throbbing to get out.

"I bet your daddy was dipping his cock into your mouth before you could even walk," he said as he paced around some more. "Ain't that right? He was jerking off in your mouth I bet before you could even stand up..."

And as he spoke, he came around to the front of his desk again and stopped in front of me. "Your daddy ejaculate in your mouth, Jack?" he asked with a scowl. "The filthy little cum drinker let his daddy ejaculate inside of there?" he added as he aggressively reached into my mouth using several of the fingers of his right hand. "A cummy little mouth hole is all you are. Isn't that right?" he asked. "I got tape that proves it. I got men out there who told me you let them all ejaculate into this - this - this filthy cum dump of a mouth hole. That's what you are, a hole for we men to fuck and shoot cum into, aren't you, Jack?"

I nodded as I stared at Ronnie's tenter and the way it bobbed around some as he spoke.

"Even your daddy can ejaculate into this fucking cum hole you got," he pressed. "You ain't even all human, Jack. You're just a vessel for other guys to squirt cum into."

I again nodded.

"I bet you want my cum, don't you, Jack?" he asked as he groped himself with his left hand as he continued to hold my mouth open with his right hand. "I bet that you want another man unzipping his pants and putting his cock in there, don't you? A man with a wife and three kids, too, huh? I bet little fag-mouth wants to feel the cock of a man with a wife and three kids inside that mouth hole of yours, don't you? You want yet another married man feeding you his sperm, don't you?"

I nodded as I stared at his crotch.

"What are we men all going to do when we have such a sick-o little cum dump all hungry for our cocks?" Ronnie asked. "You expect them to want to work? Or make money for their families or think about clothing their kids when they could just spend the whole day firing loads off down your throat?"

I didn't answer but let Ronnie's finger's crudely explore the interior of my mouth as he went on.

"Anywhere you'd go, when men know that can shoot their cum inside this mouth of yours, that's all they'll make you - their cum dump," Ronnie said. "Maybe your daddy made it that way, huh? Did he? Did he maybe raise you to be every cock's friend? I bet he did."

And as he spoke, Ronnie slowly unzipped his slacks. He didn't let his cock out, he simply unzipped them. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and reached to grab one of the 8x10 photo frames that sat on his desk.

"This is my son, Tony," Ronnie said as held what was obviously some annual school photo of a nice looking kid. "He's thirteen. What do you think of him?"

"I...I...think he looks like a nice kid?" I answered.

Ronnie laughed to himself before sarcastically saying, "Yeah right. Like that's all you're thinkin'. He looks like a nice kid...I bet you want to suck him off, don't you?"

I didn't know what to reply since I feared he might beat me up for saying yes. And I had never before even thought about sucking under-aged meat. I thought that maybe Ronnie was trying to call me a pervert next.

"He's a cute kid, don't you think?" Ronnie asked gruffly.

"Yeah, he's cute," I replied.

"DAMN RIGHT, he's cute," Ronnie stated. "Thirteen...and a cock on him like his old man. You like that, don'tcha? Knowing my son's only a kid, but got a fucking cock on him that a queer like you would go nuts on to suck down. Big fuckin' nuts on my kid. All of thirteen and already swinging meat to make you fuckin' cocksuckers drool."

As he held the photo in its frame, Ronnie slowly pulled his erect cock out of his trousers. He had some work to haul the big, hard thing out, but he got it out and his massive, hairy scrotum as well, I quickened my breath. His Sicilian equipment was so fucking impressive - just a big slab of uncut meat. And he was saying that his kid was already hung like that at thirteen? Shit, they must be putting vitamins in the kid's every glass of water.

"I made this well-hung kid with this," Ronnie said as he wagged his dick at me. "If I let you eat my semen, you'd be eating the same genetic stuff that made this kid...who you'd also put your filthy cocksucker's lips around, given the chance. And you'd let him shoot his teen sperm into your mouth, too, wouldn't you?"

I nodded, figuring it made no sense to lie to Ronnie at this point - not when he had his massive dick out.

He then did something that surprised me. He held the picture frame down some and whacked his huge erection onto his kid's face. He whacked it once, then twice, each time, a little bit of his precum streaked across his kid's face beneath the glass.

"You'd even probably even lure my son into the filthy stuff, you cock pigs do to cocks in them toilets and bookstore, wouldn't you? You'd get into his school shorts and show him how you cum holes will even suck on teen cocks for their cum, wouldn't you? Sure you would. You're here for that - to get into other guys' slacks and to seduce guys into opening their slacks for you. You make it so easy for us guys to have a wet, warm hole to squirt our loads into that you can get us doing your queer stuff. Isn't that right?"

I didn't know what to say. I mean he was acting all into it, but simultaneously yelling at me. And he was my boss. But he was my boss letting me see his huge erection and talking about me sucking his kid's dick.

"You'd probably get my kid hooked on getting head all the time in some public restroom or through some hole in the wall somewhere, wouldn't you? You cum holes get us guys looking for just the right places to get a blowjob done right. I know because your kind is always sniffing at my crotch whenever I enter some XXX looking for a porn rental - where women do cock, not faggots like you. But your type is always right there, tripping over yourselves to have guys like me - and like the guys out there," he said as he gestured toward the shop floor.

"To pull out our straight cocks, the cocks of married men and of fathers, huh?" he then continued on. "All so you can suck on them good - suck on them like hungry babies on their daddies' cocks. And you queer cum holes don't stop until you've got us hooked on those easy blowjobs through them holes. Fuck you, making it so goddamn easy ...always hungry at them holes sucking god the fuck knows how many men in a day. And nothing would even stop you then from sucking our sons off just the same way - maybe even right after you've taken out load...maybe even suck a dad and his son together. Fuckin' pervert like you would do a disgusting pervert thing like that, wouldn't you? Blowing a dad and his son together - eating the semen from one family."

As he spoke, Ronnie's erection stretched across his son's picture and the wide, juicy mushroom head grazed my lips. He didn't pull back or move as I stretched out my tongue as to lick some precum out of his piss slit with the very tip.

Instead, he carried on, "Slurping up cum we dads all make, that's what you fag cum dumps are doing in those places. You got your mouths open for dads shooting our loads. You probably wouldn't care whose cock is at that hole - could be anyone, I bet, for a cocksucker like you. Look at you here, sucking all my workers. They're all married fucking men. That ever register with you? Now you're licking at me, slurping my juice. That's married oozed there you're drinking, slut. See that stuff? It made this kid here," he said as he tilted the photo so I could see the cute grin of his son in a striped shirt as I sucked up his father's precum.

"My kid's got meat like this, too," Ronnie said in a quieter tone. "I take him to the health club with me, just so he's got somewhere to strut his stuff. And you probably know since you're one of them, there's always some queers at that place drooling for his cock and ass. You perverts even look when it's a father and his son in a locker room. I can see how you goddamn cock perverts are looking at him. He doesn't even know that I take him there so he's got a place to show what he's got. Hell, I can't worry about the fact it's you goddamn drooling fags who appreciate meat so much..."

As he spoke, I sucked down more and more of Ronnie's super-thick, uncut, Sicilian boner. He was confusing me. I mean here I was sucking him, but clearly he seemed to rather loath cocksuckers. And he was a straight family man but he was admitting to bringing his kid into places just so men could drool over his young teen body and big cock.

I had Ronnie's meat stuffed deeply into my throat as he went on, "Brought him into the sauna one day last week and, you fucking queers were so goddamn obvious. Six of you twisted bastards tailed us in just to watch my kid sitting there, his big dick hanging between his legs. Hell, he's just thirteen and you drooling cocksuckers are on him like hawks."

As I sucked, Ronnie kept holding his kid's photo below my chin. "He's just a kid and it's so fuckin' obvious you pervert cocksuckers would be all over him if I weren't there to protect him. Isn't that right? Well? Isn't it?"

I grunted a "Uh ha" as he continued to keep his thick meat lodged down my throat.

"Fuckin' right 'uh ha'," Ronnie mocked. "I fuckin' know you queers would be slobbering all over his kid body and big dick the second I were to turn my back - you queers would even be fighting to see who'd be eating his young cum, wouldn't you? A bunch of twisted, drooling homos all battling to eat some kid's cum...fuckin' twisted perverts..."

In the midst of his speaking about men slobbering all over his kid's dick, I felt Ronnie's cock shaft thicken and stiffen up. I knew he was going to blow a wad. I knew this kid's dad was about to ejaculate as he talked about him in such a salacious manner with the dude whose throat was impaled on his cock.

But he didn't want to blow his seed straight down my throat. Not knowing what was going on, I felt Ronnie pull back some, and with that, his big cock exited my throat and mouth.

Without a word, he took his cock in hand and aimed the head of it directly at his kid's photo. I sat back on my heels as I watched this man, my boss ejaculate directly into his son's face. His heavy load of semen about covered half his kid's image as it coated the glass.

As he took a few deep breaths after unloading his nut, he held the frame to my face and in a low grunt said, "Lick it off. I want to see you lick my seed off my kid's face."

I leaned forward and happily laid my tongue flat to the glass and traced it through the thick, pearly milk this father had just shot all over his son's school picture.

Ronnie stared hard and steely at my tongue as it scooped his thick pudding from the frame.

"What a fucking pervert," he then muttered. "Eating a man's sperm off a pic of the very kid he made with it...eating all the sperm out of a married father's nuts. Look at you, you're nothing but a cum pig who'd probably eat my kid's cum if he were to run into you in some restroom somewhere. Isn't that right? You'd wrap those same dirty lips around his cock as you did his own dad's and suck for all his kid sperm. Wouldn't you? Look at you. Your own dad should see you right now. And one day I hope your own son can see what a total fucking cum dump of a father he's got. Won't he be proud? But you'll probably have him already trained to think it's normal or something for dudes to suck down the cum of other dudes."

I had a major hard on in my jeans as I ate the rest of his big load. I had never even thought much about raising my own kid. I mean, since he was born, the weeks had flown by. And then Jessica died so quick after he was born. Well, almost from the start, my parents, especially my mom, were doing so much of his care-giving, since I'd barely really felt like much of a father, let alone a dad.

But I was one, a dad that is. I had made a kid with my sperm, just like any dad does. Paternity tests, which my parents' lawyer insisted on having done before we moved in with them, confirmed that I was Jack's biological father, in fact. I don't think it was prompted so much by Jessica being a whore bag - although my parents had some idea as to that before I even married her. But since her death, I guess they just wanted to make sure no one else was going to step forward ever - after eighteen years of helping pay to raise him.

And yet, between the funeral, work, my parents stepping in and, quite frankly, all the nut-juice drinking I'd been getting hooked on, occupying more and more of my focus and time, I'd barely much thought about what kind of a dad I was - or was planning on becoming - to Jack.

As I tasted Ronnie's semen on my tongue, I had to shake my head a bit since I realized that like or it or not, Jack Jr. had a cum dump cocksucker for a father.

Once the glass was cleaned up of semen, Ronnie pulled it away from me and placed it back onto his desk before tucking his long, meaty cock back into the fly of his trousers.

"I don't got any videotape on you in the toilet," he admitted as he checked his zipper and re-adjusted his tie. "Nick told me what you were up to in there when I guess Mike was shooting a wad down your throat."

I was confused, but said nothing since I knew I was the low man on the totem pole and wasn't even all that well-qualified to have been working there, really.

"I don't give a shit how fucking many cocks or how much cum a queer like you needs in day," he continued to say in a calmer voice as he sat behind his desk. "I truly don't give a shit if you sit in Dreamsicle or any other such cock palace from dusk until dawn, sucking one cock after the other. I don't crap care if every dude in the bay area gets off in your mouth...I just don't want none of that queer shit here on my watch. GOT IT?"

I nodded my head, as I felt too ashamed to even look at my boss although he'd just fucked my mouth and I'd eaten his semen in front of him.

"I catch you blowing my guys one more time here and you're news," Ronnie stated. "I don't need no queer cum-hungry pervert making it easy for normal, healthy straight dads like me and those guys out there to get off. I know how you homosexuals can get us doing that, unzipping our pants - we're just men and we'll do that. But don't you think you can set up cocksucking headquarters in my restroom back there or feed off the nuts of my men. I'm running a business here. You fucking want to get fired, you suck one more dick on these premises. That clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said as I felt so ashamed for being such a cum dump.

"And I'm docking you for this morning," Ronnie said. "I don't pay meddling mechanics to sit on their knees sucking down dick and cum all morning."

He then gestured for me to get out of his office and return to the shop bay. As I went back to the vehicle I'd been working on, Dan came up to me. I couldn't help but look at the big heft in his jumpsuit. I had noticed him before, but now I knew what he had in there and had sucked on it. I'd even eaten the semen that his body made.

"You get fired?" he asked as he wiped off a filter ring.

"No," I muttered. "At least not yet."

"For blowing everybody's cocks, right?" he asked. "I mean, he knows you sucked more than one? He knows about all of us?"

I nodded and Dan grew ashen. "Shiiit," he mumbled. "He fucking knows I got a blowjob from a fag? Shiiit."

"He knows about all of them," I said.

"So he knows that I wasn't the only one then, right?" Dan asked hopefully.

"Right," I replied. "He seems to know since Nick told him."

"Fuckin' NICK told him?" Dan exclaimed as he looked in Nick's direction. "Fuckin' loudmouth, that Nick."

"Well, he told you about me, didn't he?" I asked simply.

"Yeah, but that's different," Dan said. "We're all just guys. Ronnie's our boss. He's management. He could fire all of us."

"He might fire me," I stated. "But I don't think he'd fire you guys."

"No, why you say that?" Dan asked.

"Cuz he is one of you," I revealed.

"One of us?" Dan asked not getting what I was trying to say.

I glanced down at Dan's crotch and repeated, "Same as you guys."

Then Dan seemed to get it. His eyes widened and a smile slowly crossed his face as he quietly said, "You? You...like, did him, too?"

I nodded and although I realized that I was admitting to sucking the fourth cock of the morning just while being at the dealership, it was apparent that the news of my cum-slutting had made Dan's day.

"You actually...got him to...you know?" Dan asked.

"Uh ha," I admitted.

"I mean, all the way? Like you did us?" Dan pressed on.

"He shoots a big load," I smiled.

"Not as big as mine, is it?" Dan egocentrically asked. Obviously the amount of semen Dan produced was quite important to him.

I shook my head and lied as I said, "No, he shoots a lot, but not like you."

I could just see that made Dan beam inside as he then whispered, "Is he, you know, big?"

"Ronnie?" I asked.

"Yeah," Dan asked.

"Yeah, pretty big," I stated.

"Well, that would make sense, I guess. He being Italian and all," Dan said, as he seemed to consider the news. "He really make you blow him?"

I shrugged slightly and said, "Well, he might think he made me..."

Dan laughed slightly as he said, "Yeah that's right. You're a queer and all. You like doing that. Don't you? Blowing guys."

I nodded as I stared again at his crotch.

Seeing me stare made Dan uncomfortable, since he dropped the filter down to cover his crotch some as he said, "Well, you know I ain't fag or gay or whatever you cocksuckers call yourselves. I just like a blowjob - just like any healthy man does. I mean, I don't want nothing more from a queer than that."

"I know," I said. "And, quite frankly, I don't want any more from other guys than their cock and cum loads."

"Really?" Dan asked as he seemed both a little shocked and relieved. "Nothing else? That's pretty cool and pretty wild. You like dick that much, huh?"

"Nothing better," I admitted.

"So you, uh," Dan asked as he looked at the filter he was holding, "You going to be able to, like, do a repeat every day? In there?" he added as he nodded at the mechanics' restroom.

"I don't think so," I said honestly. "I don't think Ronnie would much like it. He said if he ever caught me blowing you guys in there, he'd fire me."

Dan opened his mouth as clearly he tried to hide his disappointment. "Fuck. You kidding? Fire you?" he said. "I thought he unloaded a nut in you, too."

"He did," I replied. "But he warned me..."

"What a fuck-head he is," Dan muttered. "Fucking hypocrite. Fuckin' shooting a wad of his down your throat and then cutting off the sperm hole for the rest of us. What a fuck-head. But he's a fuck-head about everything. So I guess it shouldn't come as any surprise."

"He said he didn't want a queer in here," I said.

"I AIN'T A QUEER!" Dan stated loud and clear. "We all just got a blowjob."

"I think he meant me," I admitted. "Blowing all you guys."

"Oh, yeah," Dan said, sounding relieved. "That makes sense. I mean, he got some head, too, so it didn't make sense otherwise...but you, yeah, I mean, you being a cum pig and sucking...I suppose I can understand where he's coming from."

"You do?" I asked.

"Sure," Dan said. "I mean, I think he's a shit hole for cutting off the fun so fast. But I guess it is pretty fucking gay if he let you do that for everybody every morning. This isn't a gay fag place, after all."

"No it isn't," I agreed. "He told me I could stick to blowing every dick at Dreamsicle but not bring that shit here again."

"That's the place that Nick tapped your throat, right?" Dan asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"That's that place over by that gravel place, ain't it?" Dan asked almost timidly.

I nodded before he continued, "Nick, uh, said that place is pretty hopping. And there's most just normal guys in there and then, well, guys like you."

"Yeah, its pretty busy usually," I said as I had such a hardon myself dying for later when at lunchtime, I'd be back at a glory hole sucking off more anonymous big dicks that needed to pump off a load of milky semen.

"Nick telling the truth that guys like you..." Dan asked almost as though he were embarrassed to be asking the question, "… are there all the time just to blow guys, you know, normal guys?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I replied. "When I'm there, I try to do as many as need it, as many as I can."

"No shit?" Dan said as he held the filter ring to hide his crotch some. "You do for guys? Do us all?"

"Sure," I answered. "That's what cocksuckers are there for. Well, its what I go there for anyway."

"There are that many of, you know, guys like me and like Nick at that place?" Dan asked. "I mean, I seen it sometimes when I'm driving the family to church but I never been in a place like that."

"It's where all sorts of men get no string blowjobs," I explained. "Guys just like you and Nick and Ronnie and, well, half the guys in the bay area."

"No shit?" Dan said, "So you'll suck anyone just because he puts his, you know...through a hole?"

"Yup," I replied.

"That's pretty cool," Dan said, as he seemed to be thinking. "Those places get that busy? I mean, where you do enough to keep you there that long? Nick said he's seen you locked in one booth for, like an hour."

"Sure," I admitted. "And sometimes after work or on the weekends, I been in a booth even longer. I spent four hours sucking cocks through one glory hole last Sunday afternoon alone."

"Four fucking hours straight?" Dan exclaimed. "Holy shit. Dreamsicle can be that fucking busy? And on a Sunday?"

"Sure, its always busy but Sunday afternoons is daddies day sometimes," I explained.

"Everybody must go there after church or something, I suppose," Dan said as though he was figuring out how he'd use the place on Sunday. "How many dicks do you do like on a Sunday?"

"I sucked off about twenty last Sunday," I admitted.

"TWENTY?" Dan exclaimed once again. "Twenty dicks? Holy shit. You can suck that many? You like sucking dick that much, eh?"

"Oh yeah," I muttered as I felt my cock throbbing inside my jeans. "I can't get enough."

"And you got a kid?" Dan said. "How do you have a kid if you're a, you know, cum pig queer cocksucker?"

"I can fuck cunt, too," I stated. "But there's nothing like blowing cock through glory holes."

"Those are those holes in the wall, right?" Dan asked as he fiddled with his wedding ring. "I seen them on the Internet. And I read about one in a SEARS, but when I was there once shopping with the kids, I checked it out but there was no one sucking or anything..."

"There are always mouths at Dreamsicle," I said with a slight smile. "If you need it, it's open twenty-four hours and there is always a mouth available to anyone walking in. I even plan to be there again during lunch."

"Shit," Dan said. "After all the dick you sucked this morning? You want more?"

"I can never get enough," I said.

"Shit, I have to beg my wife to even lick it," Dan admitted with a nervous laugh. "And then you queer cocksuckers can't get enough. Doesn't it ever scare you? So many different dudes sticking their dicks in your mouth?"

"Scare me?" I asked. "There's more risk crossing the street and getting hit by a bus. It's pretty safe in the scheme of things. Hell, I fucked my wife once, and she was getting fucked by everyone. But my sperm knocked her up. Now, that's risky behavior - fucking beaver."

Dan laughed as he fidgeted some more. It was obvious that he was horny again and struggling to hide it. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But I was thinking more about, you know, anyone can go into Dreamsicle. You don't care whose dick you're sucking? It could be anyone, couldn't it?"

"Yeah, sure can," I said with a hard on and a grin. "That's part of the fun. I'm sucking their big, fat cocks through a hole and they could be hanging on anyone. I know I suck married guys, dads, bikers, students, ministers, tall, short, dark, light dudes. It's part of the fun, not knowing."

"And you let them all cum in your mouth?" Dan asked.

"OH YEAH!" I said. "That's the best part - when I get the cock to bust its nut in my mouth. All that sperm, hot blasts one after the other."

"Man, I think its hot you like doing that, since we like busting a nut," Dan said. "But you don't find it sort of gross having another guy squirt his cum in your mouth? Being straight, I'm glad you like doing it but you couldn't get me doing that a million years - have some other guys bust a load in my mouth? Yuck."

"I LOVE IT!" I said, nearly announcing it to the entire service department. "I can't get enough. All that semen - big loads, small loads, hot, thick, watery...yum."

"But, well, except like us...in there," Dan said, as he again gestured toward the men's room. ."..and I don't even know you all that well, do I? But you let total strangers do that? Shoot their loads into your mouth. That's pretty wild. Not even knowing who the fuck the dicks all belong to."

"That can make it even fun for me," I said.

"Get back to work!" Ronnie's voice suddenly shouted from his window before he came out to the shop floor. As he approached us, he scowled, "Dan, I need that truck by eleven this morning. Make your little special appointment on your own goddamn time. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure, Ronnie!" Dan said as he nearly jumped back to his own work bay.

"And you," Ronnie said in a snide and hushed voice as he turned to me. "Make your little dates for cock on your own time, sweetie. I don't want to see you getting my men hovering over here just because you'll put your mouth on anything poking out of a pair of jeans. Hear me? Otherwise, you're out of here."

Over the next couple of hours, I had two different guys, neither of whom I knew very well as one worked in Customizing and the other was one from the Sales floor, stop by my work bay. Each after a minute of asking how I was and making inane small talk, asked in a real hushed tone, "So, is it true what we guys are hearing?"

"What's that?" I asked, Joe, this salesman in his mid-20s who I had only seen a few times outside, showing people cars.

"That you, uh," he said as he shuffled his weight nervously from leg to the other. "That you like blowin' guys." he finished in a barely audible voice.

"Who's saying that?" I asked.

"Nick Constantine...Miguel Sanchez...so is it true?" Joe asked. And as he asked, I could see his crotch was straining big inside his taut dress slacks.

"Uh ha," I replied.

"So it's true?" he continued. "You blew 'em in the bathroom?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"So they weren't lying, then. No shit?" the salesman said as he stared at the door to the mechanic's restroom across the shop floor. "They said you like blowing dick."

"I love it," I clarified.

"Cool," he replied as I could see his eyes scan all around the Service Department. "So, um, you only blow certain people or what's the deal?"

"No. I mean, I don't just blow other mechanics, if that's what you mean," I answered. "I'll blow any guy needing to get off."

"Wow," Joe said. "That's sort of what Nick insinuated. He said you're real… you know… you're, like… good."

"I never heard a complaint yet," I answered as I continued to change the spark plugs on a sedan.

"So, uh," Joe continued on, "Uh, you planning to...be sucking...again anytime again today?"

"Can't here," I said. "Got sort of caught. So I can't."

"Caught?" Joe asked nervously as he looked all around. "Someone got caught while you were sucking him? Here?"

"Not quite," I said. "I mean, no one's in any trouble, except maybe me anyway. I just can't do a repeat in there, if you know what I mean."

"Damn," Joe mumbled. He then glanced around before whispering, "You ever blow guys anywhere else? I mean, like after work even?"

"I suck as many as I can in a bookstore I go to," I answered, trying to be helpful as I stared at Joe's tenting crotch.

"You do?" he replied enthusiastic but confused. "A bookstore?"

"A porn bookstore," I clarified.

"Oh," he laughed, "I was wondering, I couldn't see anyone blowing dick at Borders or anywhere like that."

"No, a place about three miles from here," I explained. "Ever hear of Dreamsicle?"

Joe burst out with a tense laugh before admitted, "Yeah, I heard of it. I've never been there. But my fiancée's sister just told me that's where she bought all this stuff for her bachelorette party."

"You getting married?" I said.

Blushing like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar, Joe lowered his head as he smiled, "Yeah, well, not 'til next month actually."

"Heck, I understand," I said as I shut the hood of the car I'd been working on. "All guys have that pressin' need. You should see the wedding rings even on the guys I blow. Hell, well over half of them some days are married. I can have my mouth open for two hours and get plugged by nothing but married dicks."

"No jokin'?" Joe said. "I hear that sometimes, like online and hearing the stuff that guys like Nick and Miguel talk about doing behind their wives backs. But you don't really think it's true. I mean, I figure its true but its pretty wild. You don't mind just blowing guys who want nothing else from you?"

"No, I love that," I stated. "I don't want anything from you straight guys and the married ones other than your dicks in my mouth - and your cum in my system."

"Shiiiiiit," Joe muttered. "Wow. That's pretty wild." Again, although he acted all shocked, I knew that his knowing he was standing not two feet from an easy throat cum hole was driving him nuts. It was obvious this young salesman needs some head and to bust a nut.

"You sure you can't...?" Joe asked in a whispered voice as his eyes glanced over in the direction of the mechanic's restroom. "I could really use some...just a couple of minutes? Just so I can bust a nut?"

I looked all around and just as I was going to agree, I saw Ronnie come back from wherever he'd been and sit at his computer module on the Customer Service side of the window.

"I better not, though," I then said. "I don't want to get into trouble again. I'll get fired if they catch me on another guy's dick again here."

"Fuuuck," Joe muttered. "How about later? Meet somewhere - even just for a couple of minutes? Blow me in like the bathroom at the McDonalds?" he asked as he gestured out the big garage window across the busy commercial strip to the McDonalds where a lot of the guys went to eat at lunchtime.

I shrugged as I grimaced a bit. "I usually spend my lunch hour at Dreamsicle."

"Fuuuuck, cool," Joe said. "You going there today?"

"Yeah," I said. "I spend every lunch hour there.

"Sucking dicks?" Joe asked.

I nodded and Joe looked to be again very excited as he asked, "Would you blow me there?"

"Sure," I said.

"Cool," Joe replied. "It's safe there?"

"Very," I said.

"What do I do?" he then asked. "I've never been in a place like that."

"Just go in and head to the very back, through the store," I explained. "You'll see, it's where all the guys go - it's super busy at the lunch hours."

"And you blow guys back there?" Joe asked, looking as though he could use a pen and paper.

"Well, not right there," I said. "There are three rows of booths back there."

"Wow," he said. "Three rows?"

"Yeah, about twenty-four booths," I said with a grin.

"That many?" Joe said.

"And they're busy all the time," I stated. "That tells you something right there."

"So, how do I know which?" Joe asked.

"Which I'm in?" I asked. As I saw him nod, I continued, "Well, you'd get head in any of them, I bet. But I always try to take a booth second in from one end. I'm often the cum hole in Booth 12. It has holes on either side and I can service more dicks that way in forty minutes."

"Wow," Joe said. "How many you do?"

"Sometimes ten in an hour on some days," I admitted. "Slower days, it might..."

"TEN?" Joe said as he tried to cover his tenting pants. "You blow TEN guys on your lunch hour?" he asked in a hushed voice.

I nodded with a grin as I said, "When it's busy. Other days it might just be five or so."

"God," Joe said. "You like dick that much?"

"I live for it," I said.

"And that many guys use those holes?" Joe asked as he glanced around the shop.

"Well," I laughed. "That's just how many use my hole. There can be dudes in every booth blowing cock or shooting seed."

"Wow," Joe said. "I guess I been missing out on what everybody's doing," he laughed in a nervous manner.

"I get enough of them popping off in my mouth," I agreed. "So I'd say it's what most guys do to keep their dicks happy, even if it is just a service to them."

"Yeah, I could use some, like you said, 'service' lately," Joe said as I could tell he was struggling with a hard on in his slacks. "You sure you can't, like, just take a quick load from me? I'm so horny, it wouldn't even have to take that long," he chuckled nervously. "I just need some head bad."

I thought for a moment but then shook my head as I replied, "Man, I would love to. I mean, I would absolutely love to feel your dick pumping down out cum inside my mouth. But I can't. Not here."

"Daaamn," Joe muttered.

"But listen," I said, "If you can hold off, I'll be drinking sperm through the glory hole at Dreamsicle later. Maybe between probably one and two o'clock. Shove your cock through my hole there and you pump off as much sperm as you can into my hot throat. I promise you'll love it. All the guys do."

Joe looked at me as though he were tortured and yet also relieved. "I bet they do," he said. "I mean, if you blow as much cock as you do, I bet it's a real good place for guys to cum. Between one and two, you say?"

I nodded. "Think you can hold out?" I asked as I glanced down at his big bulge. "Just another couple of hours...only an hour and forty minutes actually."

"Daaamn, I'll have to," Joe chuckled with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I don't usually ever get head from other guys. But when Nick mentioned you blowing some dicks in there..."

"I'll be sucking even more at Dreamsicle at one," I said. "I hope to suck on your dick. I'd love to eat your cum for you."

"Man, that's wild," Joe said. "Its that place over by the masonry factory?"

"Yeah, it's just a five minute drive from here," I replied. "It's between Dawson Building Manufacturers, the gravel yard and that used tire place."

"Yeah, okay," Joe said as I could see that he knew exactly where it was. "I'm going to go tell my manager I need to take an earlier lunch. Usually I go from two to three but sometimes we're so busy I can't even get away for lunch. I'll ask."

"Good luck," I answered. "I hope you can, cuz I want to make your dick feel real good and have you shooting your cum into my mouth. Otherwise, you if you can hold off until six, I'll be back there again sucking the after work crowd, too."

"Nooo!" Joe said emphatically. "I don't think I can go that long! I might have to, you know..." he added as he made a subtle jerk off gesture with his hand. "...in the men's room, if I can't go to lunch."

"Don't do that!" I demanded. "Save all that delicious stuff for me to eat. See if you can get away before you do that! And even if you milk off a load, you may still want to do it again after work. I'm usually sucking dicks there again from six to seven."

"Fuck, you do love cock, don't you?" Joe said as he hopped around in that edgy way guys do when all horned up.

"Nothing better in life," I admitted. "I live for cock and cum."

"Well, I know I got a load for you," Joe stated. "I have to go ask if I can leave before it gets later. Maybe see you around there, later, at that place."

"Next time I see you, I hope it's through a glory hole," I said as I grinned at him and then looked at his crotch. "And those slacks of yours are open."

I could see Joe's face turn red as he realized that another guy, a cum pig cocksucker, was so openly and freaking hungry for his dick and sperm.

At one, I stopped working on a Honda Civic and left for lunch. Or more specifically, I left to make some strange dudes my lunch.

I pulled into the parking lot at Dreamsicle at exactly one or two in the afternoon and the moment I stepped out of my car, I heard another car door open and shut. It caught my attention and I glanced over to a shiny smoky-gray colored sedan. Locking the door was Joe, the sales guy. Even from seventy paces, anyone could see that his erection was tenting and straining the front of his light beige slacks.

I loved these places. Its the one place, a XXX, where guys can virtually arrive and walk in with a major rod on as they plan to do their one-stop "shopping" for just the right blowjob.

As I was first to approach the doors, he dashed to catch up with me. He was all smiles and nervous excitement.

"Hey, you made it," I said as I was truly thrilled that I'd most likely be eating his guy's nut bust in just a few minutes. I looked at his crotch and added, "Man, you look like you needed this lunch break."

He laughed nervously as he, too, glanced down to see how his dick was really making the fabric tent. "Shit. Can I go in like this?" he asked seeming to be earnest in his concern.

I laughed and said that most guys had a hard on coming to this place. "The counter is high, so the clerks won't see you. It's just the guys in the back you got to worry about. Seeing meat like that in a pair of trousers will get five of them tripping over themselves to suck you off."

"Yeah?" he said as the neophyte he truly was. "Think so?"

"I know so," I replied, "Sporting wood in his trousers like that is a guy's best advertising when he needs a mouth in there to screw."

"Yeah, but you're going to do me, right?" he asked, sounding a bit nervous. "I mean, you'll suck me off, right? Like you did for Nick and those other guys?"

"Of course," I answered.

"Cuz that's why I'm here," he said, "You said you'd be here blowing guys till two and so I asked for this hour."

"No problem," I said. "You'll be the first I suck in there as soon as we go in."

I could almost hear his heart beating in his chest as he took a deep breath before asking, "What do I do?"

"You can follow me in - stay behind me a few feet," I said, "Follow all the way to the back. That's where all the cocksucking happens. I'll take a booth and leave the door unlocked. Then slip in. We'll do it that way instead of through a glory hole this first time. What do you say?"

"Cool," Joe replied. "Is it safe?"

"Everyone who comes here is into blowjobs and glory holes," I said. "No one cares. Straight guys like you are most of the guys getting head here so none of them are talkin', that's for sure."

With that, I went in and the clerk on duty nodded his hello in a greeting. He knew my face well since I was there all the time draining dicks.

I headed to the back and heard Joe following behind, trying to act all nonchalant and as though he were alone.

In the dark arcade area, there were ten lights above doors - all of them coincidentally lit in five pairs, which meant that five blowjobs between men were already in progress. I was happy, for Joe's sake, not to see any hallway lurkers since they can all too often scare off the straight uptight guys who had otherwise planned to feed a load to someone in there.

I went to booth 12 and left the door ajar. In a few seconds, Joe nervously slipped in with me and locked the door behind him.

I fed the monitor five dollars and then began to grope and stroke Joe's tenting crotch. He was hard as a rock and had a big dick. One could feel this thick, long erection even through his dress slacks. I smiled at him as the light of some straight movie flickered upon us. "You're big," I whispered.

"Thanks," he replied, looking embarrassed and yet proud at the same time. "It's pretty big, I guess."

"Real big," I said as I lewdly masturbated him through his slacks some more.

"And you ought to know, huh?" he said.

"You bet," I whispered. "I've seen and sucked 'em all. And yours is nice and big. Your fiancée is one lucky gal. She better not neglect this beauty of a dick once you're married."

"Well, now that I know about this place," he said as he glanced at the movie and then around the booth, his eyes catching sight of the large glory hole drilled crotch-high into the wall to his left, "I guess it won't matter so much, right?"

"That's right, stud," I answered as I sat on the plastic seat and slowly began to tug down his pants zipper. "You come here any time you need to squirt some sperm. Hell, more than half of the cum shots in this place is married sperm. You come here whenever she doesn't take care of you right."

It was a slight struggle to pull his very large, very erect penis out of his dress slacks. So he unbuckled his belt and undid the clasp of them as to let his slacks open wide. I pulled his Jockey shorts up and over his huge erection and was delighted to see what a great cock and nuts this salesman was sporting between his legs. Hell, I even figured that I was getting the same first look at his cock, as might his bride on their wedding night next month. I simply was getting a preview of the rod with which he'd be making babies in her one day.

I wasted no time and licked the length of his shaft. He was so horny that his cock throbbed hard up and down all on its own as my tongue licked the drool of precum that ran like a sweet river down the eight-incher. I slurped it all up and them lapped at his plump, hairy nuts that I knew were being tested all that morning. They were brimming in seed that Joe wanted - needed - so bad to hose into some cocksucking mouth.

I then sucked on the wide head of his cock and dipped the end of my tongue into his pee slit, pulling a sweet amber string of precum out of it as he both watched the movie and me.

We then both heard the noise of a door shutting as someone occupied the next booth - the one with the glory hole neatly drilled into ours. I kept sucking on Joe's handsome, pulsating dick but as we both looked down to see light suddenly streaming through the glory hole. I couldn't help but steal a peek at whomever might be next on the lunch cart.

I shifted us closer to the hole, Joe's cock between my lips the whole time. He watched as I peered in through the hole, but didn't say anything as he then continued to watch the movie on the screen.

Through the hole, I could only see some big, athletic man in dark blue sweats and an Atlanta Braves sweatshirt. His bulge looked like he was there to seek serious attention. This stranger pawed himself, knowing that only a public cocksucker would be looking through that hole.

I reached my hand part way through the glory hole, palm up as to clearly let the man know he'd hit the hole in which he could unload his nuts.

"What are you doing?" Joe whispered as he watched me solicit yet another man for his cock. "You gunna do him, too?"

I nodded as I sucked some more before pulling off to ask, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Joe said as his dick bounced against the side of my face. "You do 'em all when you come in here, right?"

"Sure try," I answered as I went back to sucking his big boner into my throat. But I could tell he was staring at my hand at the hole. And when Joe saw some other guy, someone he couldn't even see at all, push his wide cock into my cupped palm, he muttered with a slight laugh, "Looks like he needs you, too, huh?"

I pulled my lips off Joe and smiled at him as I replied, "Want to see how much?" And with that I guided the other guy's dick right through the glory hole and between my lips.

That caused Joe to moan, "Oh, fuuuuck, you love dick, don't you?"

I nodded as I deep-throated this stranger through the hole, loving the fact that, as I continued to milk him, Joe was getting off on what a major cock-pig he was using.

I sucked and slurped and put on a good show for Joe, as I'd alternate between his dick and the one throbbing wide and hard through the hole.

As I was sucking on it, the guy through the hole started to ejaculate into the depth of my mouth. I suppose Joe could sense it, or see that my head had stopped its bobbing because he whispered, "Is that guy cumming?"

I again nodded and pulled my mouth back some so Joe could see the guy's shaft was all slick in saliva and white semen.

"Shiiiit," Joe mumbled as he beat off furiously as I lightly stroked his nuts. "He's shooting in your mouth."

I pulled off the cock completely and let its final two splurts hit me right on my outstretched tongue.

That got Joe's knees to buckle and as the other guy began to pull away from the hole. I leaned forward and wrapped my cummy lips around his mushroom-head cock.

And just in time. Six seconds after the other guy had spritzed his seed into my oral cavity, Joe the salesman was doing the same. His legs braced up as he blew a load of semen down my throat that would not be believed. The guy just kept squirting up the stuff - flooding my mouth and washing the other dude's cum down my throat even further.

But I held onto his cock, my lips clamped around it, not wanting to miss a single sperm cell coming out of this stud's genitalia. I was there to be their cum receptacle, and I wanted him to know that I was hungry for the stuff in his scrotum.

As I gently squeezed his large testicles between two fingers, letting Joe know how much I adored drinking their juices, yet another dick - a big, fat, uncut one came through the hole.

Joe pointed to it and said, "Looks like another one needs some help." As I was still gulping down his ejaculate, I leaned over to the dick coming into our booth and licked its length. I knew that Joe was watching and could see his own semen cling to this stranger's wrist-thick shaft as I traced my cummy tongue along its length.

"Shit, you were right," Joe whispered as he continued to stroke his own cock while he watched. "I guess I'm not the only guy needing to bust a nut like this."

"Not by a long shot. Stick around if you want to see how many I can blow in the next forty minutes or so," I offered as I sucked the thick, anonymous shaft into my mouth. I reached up and began to caress Joe's scrotum again and then his cock, which although it had shot a huge load, was still up for some fun.

Joe didn't agree to stay and watch me suck off strange dudes, but he didn't close up his pants, either. Instead, he sort of pretended not to hear me, I guess as he just let me stroke his cock while he clicked through some more of the hundred or so channels of the video monitor.

So I took that as consent and leaned toward his cock again to suck on it some more for a few seconds - just to bring him back to full length. This guy must have needed it as badly as he had been telling me. And as much as his earlier slack-tent was demonstrating to the world, I figured that this engaged guy was good for at least another load from those handsome nuts of his, and perhaps, even three, if I worked him just right.

He pretended not to be staring at me as I serviced this other dick sticking through the hole. But I could see he was watching the entire time. I'd look up and his eyebrows would rise up in nervous excitement, but then he'd shy away and look back to the monitor.

And in just a few minutes, this wrist-thick cock pumped its warm seed into my cum hole and added to the pot collecting in my belly.

When he saw my head hold still, Joe again asked me, "You get him to shoot, too?"

I nodded and let him once again see another dick spurt up the last squirt of its semen onto my tongue. While the cock disappeared through the hole, I took the opportunity to look through the glory hole.

"What did he look like?" Joe asked.

I watched the man pack up his meat and exit the booth before whispering to Joe, "A suit and tie dad sort. Maybe fifty-ish."

"He had a big dick, didn't he?" Joe asked. "It's pretty hot that an older guy like that had a cock like that. I bet you liked it, huh?"

"Loved it," I stressed as I leaned over and swallowed Joe's boner into my throat again. He groaned some as he enjoyed my mouth, perhaps or perhaps not even thinking about the fact that other dude's semen was what was making my throat feel all lubed and juicy for his cock.

In another few seconds, someone else took the next booth and I peered in before Joe had to ask, and whispered, "Some skater kid, my age, maybe, nineteen."

"Holy shit," Joe mumbled. "This really is a place for normal guys to get head."

"I like to call it a 'blowjob factory' and this hole is part of the assembly line work," I whispered to Joe as I used my finger to beckon the other guy to open his pants and use the service window.

And as they all did, the young dude, showed he had a rod in his oversized pants as he untied the waist of them. I put my eye to the hole and couldn't see his face too well but could see he had a lanky body in that wife-beater tee shirt.

Then, he opened the fly of his pants and out fell this long, pretty thick cut cock. He stroked it a few times, as if showing it to me - or showing it off to whomever was about to get the pleasure of sucking on it.

He then stepped to the glory hole and I pulled back as to allow Joe to see the snake of teen meat coming through.

"Shiiiit," Joe said. "I never knew, I never thought about it really before. But all these guys come here to bust a nut? God, you wonder how other guys get through a day, you know, when we get all horny. I could never get how they all got through it since their wives or girls aren't around. And not everyone was beating off in the bathroom at work or Burger King like I do."

As I masturbated the teen skater dude's dick, I whispered to Joe, "And now you know the secret."

With that, I licked the dick bouncing before us and then impaled my throat onto it. The whole while, I was playing with Joe's nuts as he stroked himself as he watched.

"Four dicks since you got here," Joe muttered as he smiled. "Damn, dude. And you did Nick and some others earlier at work?"

I pulled my lips off the smooth boner just long enough to rely, "Eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Joe whispered in response and confusion.

I nodded.

"Eighteen dicks?" he asked.

And again I nodded.

"You did eighteen dicks?" he asked, still a little perplexed.

I pointed to the date part of my watch since I didn't want the cock in my mouth to get the idea I wasn't all into him by pulling it out of my milking throat again.

"Eighteen...TODAY?" Joe asked.

And I nodded to clarify things.

"Eighteen dicks just today?" Joe repeated as he beat off more quickly. "Shiit and its just..." he added as he looked at his own watch, "One thirty six. Wow."

Taking a chance I reached up and took Joe by his very hard shaft and tugged him gently to shift over a few more inches. He didn't quite understand at first, but then understood that by moving closer to the glory hole, it would make it easier for me to alternate between his dick and the one through the hole.

But he only got it partly right.

As I did begin to swap back and forth between the two perfectly shaped dicks, sucking one and then the other all the way down to the hair pubes and licking their nuts, I kept tugging Joe closer and tugging for him to rotate his hips just a tad.

Before he even quite knew what was happening, I opened wide and took both cocks into my mouth at once. I could tell that Joe had never experienced that before, and he did try to pull away. But with a reassuring hand cupping his heavy scrotum, I let him know it was okay. And I guess he must have simply accepted it as the way a busy cocksucker must double up on cocks sometimes.

He stared down at where his cock knocked against the skater dude's long shaft, both disappearing between the same set of wet, cummy lips. Perhaps just knowing that he was in such a licentious act at such a place, being meat pulled into a cum pig mouth got to Joe. As I again gently stroked his scrotum, he bucked once or twice and began cumming in my mouth. His second load of semen washed over the other guy's dick and down into my throat.

Within seconds, probably feeling the wash of another guy's ejaculate flooding the same mouth he was in, the skater dude started shooting his own ropes of semen into my mouth and down my throat. It was the hottest thing to get two dicks - and two strangers to one another on top of that - to cum almost at the same time. These two didn't even really know what the other looked like and here they were mixing their semen into one big milky load of seed going into a gulping throat.

The skater withdrew his cock and quickly pulled up his pants. Still sucking on Joe's slowly softening cock, I let him enjoy being inside a real cum whore's sperm-gooey mouth depository. He was slow to pull his cock out, but when he did, he looked totally amazed and mortified.

"You okay?" I asked him before taking another quick glance through the hole as I hoped for another cock to come along.

"Fine," Joe said as his body stiffened. "I, just, uh, never did anything like that before."

"You liked it though, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," Joe said as he clicked the monitor looking for a straight movie. "It's not, you know, gay to do it that way?"

"No," I said. "For me sure, but I'm taking the cock and cum. For you guys? No. It's just dicks fucking a mouth and shooting cum into it. You guys will all be doing it in a row anyway, so what's the biggy if two are in there at a time, you know?"

"You sure?" Joe asked, clearly wanting it not to be gay to put his cock next to another guy's.

"I'm SURE," I replied. "He didn't know I was going to do that any more than you did. And he was cool about it. A lot of guys are okay with it that way. They all know it's the dick of another straight guy or just a guy wanting to get off him my mouth. There's nothing gay about it. Just think of it as being super-efficient."

"Hell, uber-efficient is more like it," Joe laughed, his tension easing. "It is pretty cool, knowing another dick is in there at the same time. It makes you know you're not alone getting off in a cum pig's mouth." He then caught himself as he quickly added, "No offense or anything. It's just that I only started talking to you because Nick said you suck guys and swallow, you know, our stuff."

As he spoke, we saw a fourth cock come through the glory hole. It was uncut and reminded me of some Puerto Rican dicks I had sucked. While Joe leaned over my head to feed the monitor another couple of dollars, his dick scraped along my cheek while I sucked the massive cock at the hole.

I grabbed Joe's dick and guided him to try the double thing again. This time, he pushed his cock head against the other guy's cock without any resistance. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and both guys were inside it, their pee slits oozing precum and nut juices all over my tongue and my upper palate.

I deep throated the thicky at the hole and then Joe. Then I'd suck them both back in as deeply as I could manage. It wasn't so much that I hadn't sucked in two big dicks before, but at the glory hole, it's often a matter of angles and space that can make a perfect double header more challenging.

But it once again seemed to work, none the less as the anonymous thicky's shaft thickened even more and then pulsed and pulsed and pulsed again as it delivered its parenting goo into my mouth and all over Joe's boner.

Feeling the hot jizz along with my mouth encasing his own dick, Joe almost moaned aloud as he felt his dick being flooded in a second load of semen from some other dude and that of yet another stranger he couldn't see.

The skater dude's cum was fresh tasting and so thick and copious that it seemed to equal the bull juice of three men. I could only imagine what Joe must have been thinking as his cock stayed in my mouth as I drank another guy's ejaculate off of it even as the other penis pulled away.

I continued sucking on Joe, even more deeply, shoving his boner into my throat as I cupped his nuts as a way to let him know I'd drink even more of semen if he wanted to unload again.

Lost in sucking him for a moment, I barely noticed that the skater dude had already left and another man had taken his place in the other booth. Just by habit, I put two fingers on the rim of the glory hole, since I blew any dick that came through a hole. It didn't matter who the guy was as long as he had a load of cum to squirt into a public receptacle.

And sure enough, in under a minute, this man had his pants open and was pressing himself against that wall, his meaty cock sticking through the busy glory hole.

Joe looked down at the hole and almost laughed as he whispered, "Jesus, they don't stop coming, do they?"

I looked up at him with a smile and replied, "I love when they don't stop cumming." And with that, as the head of Joe's cock continued to graze my left cheek, I wrapped my lips around this new piece of meat seeking attention from an anonymous suck-pig.

His cock was thick, super hard and seemed somehow familiar. I had sucked any number of men on repeated occasions at Dreamsicle. Of course, its nearly impossible to know for certain whose cock is which when servicing a hundred to two hundred cocks each week. But I knew that some of the dicks snaking through that glory hole were regulars.

I could sometimes just tell by looking since some cocks are so loaded with personality or so hot that there's no mistaking it for another guy's meat. And sometimes, I saw the same guys, as they'd occupy the next booth. Many men made it a regular routine to blow their nut-juice into hungry mouths on the other side of a glory hole. Some men would hit Dreamsicle three or four times a month while others hit it three or four times a day.

There were some guys who simply needed to cum that often or were as addicted to feeding cum pigs their semen as those cum pigs were drinking the milk down.

Some straight top men considered it "sloppin' the pigs," I suppose, when they'd swing by to blow a load into this hungry mouth or another. And many men never got head at home from their wives. And so they'd hit a glory hole to have their meat taken care of properly on a daily basis.

And for many guys, we can simply use some head every day. It's nothing to see the same guys heading to a booth to get their daily blowjobs.

And as I was sucking this thick dick, I had a sense that it had been inside my mouth before. I deep-throated it while I masturbated Joe. Then, I pulled Joe closer by his cock and we went for the double blowjob thing again.

I was enjoying the fact that I was getting this ostensibly straight young man with a fiancée and upcoming wedding to fuck queer mouth along side of now three different and complete strangers. He'd come to just get a blowjob but now he knew his cock and those of others were being used as dick-chow by a mouth for all. Joe had never even touched another guy's dick and perhaps never even saw one erect in person before. And now he saw how dudes just use slut mouth like so much wet, warm hole into which to screw sperm.

Joe seemed to be enjoying the sensations of pushing his boner along side another guy's boner into a sucking mouth. And he may have been getting off in a weird way on the fact that, although being cleaned off by my tongue, his cock-shaft was now coated in the sperm of different dudes. Many guys, even the straight ones acknowledge that a throat loaded up in other dudes' cum makes for great lube, as they can then fuck a throat even deeper and harder.

As I was sucking, the dick at the hole suddenly withdrew. I had hoped this wouldn't be a game player since, I, and I presumed Joe had only like ten minutes to finish up and get back to the dealership.

But before I could peer into the other booth, the guy leaned down to the glory hole and whispered, "Hey, Jack!"

I looked closer and saw that it was Dan leaning forward, his big dick hanging out of his jeans as he tried to let me know it was him.

"You got someone in there?" he whispered since he obviously felt another cock jammed inside my mouth.

"Yeah," I whispered.

I looked up at Joe and winked since he looked excited by perplexed.

"Someone you know?" Joe asked quietly in a sarcastically amused voice.

"You do too, actually," I whispered.

Suddenly, Joe tensed up and started to pull up his slacks some. "Someone I know?" he asked in a slightly panicked voice.

I beckoned for Dan to slide his cock through the glory hole again and he stood up tall, pressing his big, brawny physique against the partition wall once more.

I stroked his cock at the hole as I reached to stop Joe from closing his slacks. Rather than letting him know exactly who it was, I simply pulled Joe closer again and he allowed me to continue the double-sucking.

But I now knew that he knew that his cock was pressed along side someone, some guy, he knew from somewhere. And maybe that same awareness is what caused him to lose his second load in under an hour. I felt and tasted him squirt his reproductive milk into my mouth and all over Dan's thick meat. I drank it down by letting it just flow into my throat like a river of breeder milkshake. There's nothing better tasting than two hunks of cock in your mouth that are saturated in gooey, warm semen.

Pulling his penis out of my mouth, Joe realized that now it was he who had cum all over another guy's boner. His sperm was swimming along some dude's dick - a dude he didn't even know. Or perhaps a dude he knew, but who had no clue it was his jizz milking up his shaft.

Joe pulled up his slacks and watched as I sucked Dan some more, this time in earnest, wanting him to hose his seed onto my tonsils before I might have to abandon him in order to get back to work. With the way that Ronnie had been all morning, I couldn't risk getting him angry any more than he was acting - even though I had sucked that dad as he perved on his kid's picture.

I deep-throated Dan and really used the broadness of my sperm-coated tongue along the underside of his shaft in an attempt to get him off. I needed him to feed me some more of his sperm. I loved having guys pump their baby-makers into my throat.

Joe watched intently as he packed up his cock and zipped his slacks. He was watching as Dan's thick cock began to fire off man-milk into my mouth. You'd barely think the man had gotten his nut earlier that day what with how it kept blasting ropes of goo into my slut-pig mouth hole.

As I drank it down as fast as Dan's scrotum was serving it up, I massaged Joe's cock right through his slacks. He had the nicest fucking bulge a guy could pack into slacks. He then tapped his watch and whispered, "I got to get going. You too?"

I slurped up the semen on Dan's cock head and then kissed it before releasing it back to him. With goo all over my lips, I stood up and licked them off as Joe watched. "Yeah, I got to get back, too."

Joe didn't seem to know the procedure for departing such encounters and just opened the door and slipped out fast, leaving me in the booth still wiping his and Dan's, and perhaps some one of the other dude's semen, off my chin and shirt.

I got his baby-batter in my belly, so one can't worry about whether or not a guy says thanks or even goodbye. After all, that's not what we cum pigs are there for. We're there to service guys when they simply need to screw and bust a load into a public-use suck hole. All I was interested in was their cock and sperm anyway.

And I figured that Joe would be back. I knew he now had to distance himself some from the cocksucker who swallowed his ejaculate and ate the goop from so many other dudes.

But he's be back looking for my mouth when those slacks of his starting tenting again.

I looked at my watch and realized I had like four minutes to get back to work. I opened the door and saw Dan was ahead of me by ten feet. I know better than to acknowledge any guy I see in the suck stores, so I simply walked out the door behind him and went to my car. He went one way and his semen and I went the other, once in the parking lot. As I started the engine of my car, I could see Joe pulling out and Dan get into his car opposite him - neither seeing the other.

I thought it was pretty cool how those two had booth been in my mouth at the same time and got gooed up in cum in there and yet wouldn't, didn't, even know it.

I got back to the service department at seven minutes after two and in my work bay stood Ronnie, hopping mad.

"Get in my office. NOW," he ordered.

I passed the Civic I'd been told to have ready by three and returned to Ronnie's office where he locked the door behind us. "Take a seat, faggot," he said.

As I slipped into the same vinyl seat from where I'd blown him earlier, I was nearly shivering since his tone didn't sound good at all.

"Okay, you fucking queer," he said as he went to the front of his desk and again leaned against it. "How long is a junior mechanic's lunch hour now?"

"Sorry, I got stuck at some lights," I replied. And in fact, I had gotten caught by one ridiculously-long red light, just down the street from the dealership.

"I bet," Ronnie said, as he seemed to almost show off his massive crotch to me with the way he leaned against the edge of the desk with his legs spread a bit. "I bet there must be a lot of traffic coming in and out of that fucking queer bookstore where you suck all the dicks. Men coming and going fucking a load into you there, I bet. It can all create a lot of traffic, huh?"

"I went to a Subway..." I began to lie although it wasn't really any of his business how I spent my lunch hour.

"Save it," Ronnie barked. "Your lunch is in some dark room or the toilets, isn't it? I give junior mechanics sixty MINUTES to feed their belly. I don't give a shit how you fucking feed your belly, although I can only imagine. But its sixty minutes and not..." Ronnie said as he looked at the clock on the wall, "..sixty-seven minutes."

"I told you, I got stuck at a red..." I began to explain.

"We do ten-minute oil changes here," Ronnie said. "I know you may take more time to get some men to lube your fag throat but here we do ten minute changes at a cost of $24.99...plus tax."

"Yeah?" I said, wondering what it all meant.

"So when a junior mechanic is gone for seven minutes over his allotted time, doing whatever fucking whore thing he maybe doing on other guys dicks, that's seven minutes is seven minutes lost business. Seventy percent of a ten minute oil change."

"Sorry," I said.

"I'd dock you $18.54 which is seventy percent of an oil change plus tax for being late..." Ronnie said.

"Gosh, man," I replied. "I was just a little late..."

"I'd dock you," Ronnie continued, "That is, if you still worked here."

"Huh?" I asked as my stomach dropped and gurgled with all the sperm inside it.

"You're fired," Ronnie stated with a smirk. "I couldn't fire you for blowing all my men earlier since I'm sure I'd get some fag discrimination suit against me or I'd have to involve my men to prove what you were doing in that toilet earlier. And I'm not going to get my men in trouble for merely using a cum pig such as yourself. They can't be blamed for simply taking advantage of a queer pervert giving out quick blowjobs, after all."

"I'm fired?" I asked as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"F-I-R-E-D," he spelled out. "I want your ass out of here. I couldn't fire you for your little suck game earlier but I can freely fire you on the clean technicality for being late. And your just a junior mechanic, you're expendable."

"But, but, I need the money," I said. "I need this job."

"Maybe you ought to figure out a way to make some money off that fag cocksucking mouth of yours instead," Ronnie said sarcastically. "You seem to spend more time sucking on dicks than anything else from what I hear about you. I hear street whores charge twenty bucks a blow. I bet you don't even charge, do ya? Your reward is just a man's cum, I bet. Is that right?"

Ronnie was dead right but I had other concerns at that moment. Even though I was living with my parents, I had a baby son to consider beside just myself. I was expected to pay for all my needs while my parents helped out with Jack Jr.'s needs, but still, I needed a way to support my kid and myself, to whatever extent I could manage.

As Ronnie glared at me, I thought he might suddenly say that he was joking or give me one more chance. Instead he said, "You are such a dirty little cocksucker, aren't you? I bet you had a whole bunch of cocks put in that mouth of yours when you were just a little boy, didn't you? I bet you had dick in your mouth when you should have been doing homework...I can bet you were sucking all the guys at school...sucking cock up in your room while your daddy was down the hallway...like he didn't know, huh?"

As Ronnie spoke, he began ever so slowly massaging his bulge. I couldn't believe this asshole had just fired me, but was also now horny. Talk about a guy being a dick.

And yet, I knew I what I was, too, and I couldn't help but look at his massive, meaty crotch again. He'd already jacked a load into me using the big cock in those trousers and I had to admit that although he was an asshole, he had a great dick.

In fact, that was the truth about the glory hole, too. A dick-pig like myself will suck the dicks of so many guys that are otherwise dicks. Any asshole or jerk can come into a bookstore like Dreamsicle and fuck some throat. When you don't know what a jerk some guy is, since you don't know him from Adam, you can just enjoy his erection, big, hanging nuts and all the milky seed inside them.

It's funny how some of the guys fucking your mouth through a hole may be assholes, wife beaters, dicks at the office, combative, have restraining orders on them by girlfriends, neglect their kids, rob banks, etc. Yet we glory hole cocksuckers are hungry to have them all squirt their sweet-salty DNA life-matter into our bellies.

Some man whose wife detests him may storm off after an argument at the dinner table and while driving around may just stop at his local adult bookstore. And inside, he'll have men slobbering to suck in his cock and eat down all his testicular breeding syrup. And I was beginning to think that maybe Ronnie was just such a husband.

He pawed his bulge and said, "You're even hungry to suck some more of this, aren't you? Even though I fired you, you're suck a queer cock-pig, you'd still suck on this if I let you. Wouldn't you?"

I watched intently as he slowly, teasingly played with the small tab of his trouser zipper.

"I can fire you," he said, "But if I pull this little tab down, you'll still drip in drool wanting all this meat inside here shoved into your mouth."

I was upset, but had to admit that I was salivating for another taste of this nasty father's big cock and baby-makers. He again leaned over to grab his son's photo as he said, "And you'd blow him, too. And while his own father watched, too, I bet. Sure you would. You're just that sort of a cock-pig, aren't you? You'd want to get into my kid's pants and suck all his new cum out of his young cock, wouldn't you? Sure you would. You're one of those types who stares at my kid's big dick when I take him into the locker room with me, aren't you?"

As he spoke, Ronnie openly massaged the huge lump within his trousers as he stared at his son's school picture.

"He's already got all the hungry cocksuckers like you sniffing at his crotch," Ronnie went on, "Only thirteen and even my kid, Tony, could screw any of your mouths, couldn't he? You'd all like that, wouldn't you? Feeding between the legs of some hung young kid like my son. Well?"

I could see that Ronnie was demanding a reaction from me so I decided, since I'd already sucked his dick once already, and being fired, having nothing to lose, to be honest in my reply.

"Yeah, I'd blow him," I confessed.

"See? I fucking knew you would," Ronnie said rather triumphantly. "Fucking pervert cock-pig. You're like any of those men's room cocksuckers blowing all the mall rats after school...a bunch of dirty chicken-hawks sucking down teen cock and getting those kids to shoot their cum down pervert throat."

Ronnie looked at his son's picture as he said, "I seen you chicken-hawks looking at my Tony. I see how you drooling cocksuckers all look at his big basket and kid ass...I see the notes you queers write in the mall toilets, telling the kids its where they can get blowjobs..."

I was thinking that Ronnie was a bit of a maniac but I had to admit that everything he said was right. I knew how a kid could get a blowjob in almost any mall bathroom. Heck, I even seen some men blow five young teens in succession when they'd leave a note telling them when to be there. There was a man in his fifties who used to blow five or six kids every Wednesday after school that way. He'd write a note and sure enough, there'd always be a handful of young dudes needing head who'd show up.

After all, boys that age all need to bust a nut but are just too young to get into an adult bookstore or sex club. These older pedo cocksucking dudes were just performing a much-needed service to the young bucks whose hang out was the mall.

"You'd be on my kid's big dick before he could even get his school uniform pants off, wouldn't you? Your kind would even be lurking in the bushes, at his school, I bet, wouldn't you? Lurking in them bushes ready and willing to blow any of those boys during recess or before school. Wouldn't you? You'd get my kid and his straight buddies all hooked on getting themselves blowjobs from cum-pig queers like you, I bet."

Ronnie then held his son's picture up in front of me, and just above his own big crotch.

"Unzip my pants and pretend they're my kid's school pants, you fuckin' queer," Ronnie instructed as he leaned back some, causing the picture to oddly almost look like it could have been attached to the crotch being presented to me.

"Go on," Ronnie ordered. "Blow me like you're after my kid Tony's big dick. It looks a lot like it...so unzip it like you're hungry for what my own son's got."

I hesitantly reached out to touch Ronnie's crotch. I was torn. I thought he was a total asshole. But I needed and wanted cock between my lips. I had to admit that what Ronnie was lacking in "nice," he more than made up for in his pants. Damn, his crotch felt all massive, meaty and hot as hell as I groped the huge lump behind the fabric.

"My kid's almost there, like his old man," Ronnie said from high above the face of his son staring me in the face. "He's catching up fast to me down there...you'd be on his meat in no time. All the cocksuckers probably want a taste of him, right?"

"Yeah," I answered in all honesty. I knew that a whole bunch of men would pass around a horny thirteen-year-old looking for head anyway, no matter his dick size. If he were to find himself in some woods, there wouldn't be just one man on him, but several. They'd be all over him, feeling him up, passing him around as they'd all take turns sucking on his teen boner, licking his smooth nuts. Hell, toss a kid like that onto a suck trail in the woods and he'd be eaten alive.

And if he's as well hung as his dad was telling me, hell, I had to be honest and tell Ronnie that he was right. I told him that his kid was choice meat and that men would pass him around trying to get a gulp of his young sperm. After all, why lie to the man when he already knew that his son was feed for the hungry chicken-hawks?

I unzipped Ronnie's pants, pretending it was those of his own son.

"Yeah, you fucking pervert," Ronnie moaned low as he felt his zipper going down, "You're getting into my kid's pants, you nasty fucking queer."

I then reached my hand into his fly as I looked at his son's smiling image. The effect had some power, oddly enough. It did sort of feel like I was getting into some really well hung kid's pants.

"You fucking cum pig faggot," Ronnie moaned. "Perving on my son's crotch...playing with young teen meat just because he needs it...likes it...any kid, any straight kid would succumb to the fucking nasty hands of you chicken hawks, wouldn't they?"

I then reached into his shorts and pulled out Ronnie's cock, who was wishing me to pretend it was that of his own son. As it hung big and heavy out of the fly, and I looked at his son's face, I had to admit that the illusion was working.

"You got his meat out of his school pants, you pervert," Ronnie said as he glanced down. "Look at all that meat he's got in that school uniform. But you queers don't even know how well hung some kids are, do you? Well, some of you would since you sit your fuck-hole asses on a toilet blowing 'em all in the mall. But mostly its we dads who know how kids are hung, isn't it? We're the only men permitted to looking at under-aged equipment. So you faggots, I bet, don't even know how big some of these kids are nowadays, do you?"

I shook my head as I thought of my own dad whoring me out as a pre-schooler. He sure knew every inch of my body.

But then I thought of my own son, Jack Jr. I had to rather admit that, one day, I'd have to look at him as a maturing boy and not just as the infant he was now.

"Blow my son, you cocksucking perv. Come on, wrap those pig lips around that dick and milk my kid's meat of its cum," Ronnie said as he wagged his big dick at my lips. "Suck him off. Get him hooked on queer lips like you fags all hook we other men into sticking our meat into your filthy throats."

I parted my lips and showed him what nineteen or twenty dicks a day can do for a cocksucker's oral cavity. I licked its length as if the man were a saltlick and I were some cow with an unquenchable thirst.

"Worship the dick, you faggot," Ronnie said, "Make it good...don't waste my son's big dick...show him why you cum pigging mouths are the only ones that can throat-milk dick."

I impaled myself on his cock, going with the flow and acting as if I was chowing at the zipper of his son.

"You keep that up and my son is going to use your mouth as his cum-rag, faggot," Ronnie groaned as I rode my mouth up and down his sizeable shaft. If his kid were half his dad's size, he'd be the best-hung kid in his class, I figured. Hell, his son isn't going to get past thirteen without a few men gnawing at his zipper if he's already anywhere hung like his old man.

"You want my kid's sperm?" my now ex-boss asked as he leaned back and enjoyed the blowjob his son was getting - by proxy. "Tell me how you want to drink kid milk, you dirty suck-pig...come on, and tell me you want my kid to squirt off his kid milk into your mouth...like any other guy who uses your mouth."

I pulled off his dick long enough to say in a hushed voice, "Feed me your sperm, kid. I want to drink all the sperm out of your big, young testicles."

With that, Ronnie moaned deeply and laughed, "Yeah, that's it. Tell my son how much some fag in the bushes want to eat his thirteen-year-old sperm...just began making 'em and already you....fag...chick...en...hawks...suckin...it all down...aaaaawwwwwwwgggg!"

As he spoke, Ronnie began orgasming and sending more of his parenting fluids down my throat - as if he were shooting it up on his own son's behalf or something.

"Eat my kid's sperm, you damn cum hole," he groaned as his nuts unloaded a huge round of semen into me.

Then, as he finished and caught he breath, Ronnie set his kid's picture back down onto the desk and then had to almost push me off his softening dick. I was so enjoying sucking on his fat meat I didn't want to let go.

"Get off my penis," he snidely said as he pushed me away from his crotch. "All done, piggy. You got the man to feed you. You got the milk inside my nuts. Now get your filthy mouth away from my dick."

He stood tall and I watched as his penis swung freely before he tucked it back into his trousers. "Fucking pervert cocksuckers," he said as he zipped up and returned to the other side of his desk. "Even after you queers get a guy's nut, you won't let go. Damn good thing there are endless dicks in places like toilets and porn theaters to keep you cock-pigs busy all day."

He then sat at his desk and looked up at me as he asked, "What are you still doing here?"

I was caught by surprise once again as, with my tongue, I swiped up some saliva and semen from the corner of lip.

"We're done here, queer," Ronnie said as he rummaged through some papers. "And before you leave, don't forget to take your shit out of the locker in the break room. I don't want you needing to come back for anything. You need to sniff around for the dicks and cum of the men here, you just try to find them when they make a run to that filthy bookstore I hear you like so well. You can blow 'em all there for all the shit I care. I don't want to see you're on these premises again." He then looked straight into my eyes and added, "Got that, fag?"

I was all nervous and mumbled, "Yeah, I got it."

"Good," he replied as he signed some papers. He then looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You eve mention a word of this to anyone, I swear, I'll run you down with my car. Run you down just like the pig you are. And stay away from my son. You got one of your own if you need to perv on one. Heaven help that one, what with a cock-pig for a daddy."

I gathered myself and high-tailed it out of the office. I felt as though I were in a bit of a fog. I'd just lost my job, at the hands of a man who'd bust a nut in my mouth not once, but twice in one day; some man who was all hung up on chicken-hawks blowing his kid.

Passing everyone by, I headed to the break room where Miguel and Dan were having a cigarette and a soda.

Looking around carefully first, Dan said, "That was good at, you know."

"Dan was telling me you did a whole lot there," Miguel laughed. "What are you? Sick in the head or something?" he asked, laughing some more. "Sick in the head for the chulo, the dick, eh?"

I smiled, not knowing what else to do and because as he spoke, Miguel gripped his crotch as if tempting me with his fat Hispanic daddy-meat.

"You came in here for more of this, I bet ya," Miguel laughed as he took a swig out of his soda can.

I went to my locker and gathered my few items that I kept inside it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dan asked as he watched me make a manageable pile to carry.

"That bunghole, Ronnie, I betcha," Miguel, in hushed voice, said in a more serious tone. "I bet he fired you for being a dick-sucker. Right?"

"That right?" Dan asked. "Shit, is he going to come down on us next? Damn, fuck...I got a wife and kids..."

"Hey, me, too, amigo," Miguel chimed in. "I don't need no fag shit ruining the name Alvarez either, you know."

"No, it didn't have anything to do with that," I lied. "I was late from lunch..."

"Holy shit," Dan said in a guilty way. "Did I make you late? You know, cuz I saw you leaving right after I did."

Miguel laughed, "You got this boy fired because you couldn't get your dickie out of his mouth fast enough?"

"Yeah," Dan replied in a macho defensive manner, "Like you could pull a dick out this guy's mouth. You were in it, you know what I'm talkin' about."

Miguel laughed as he again spread his legs a bit to show me his crotch.

"No, it was that, being late," I said. "But I was looking to leave maybe," I then lied. "I'll be twenty next week and I just think I might need to figure some shit out."

"Why don't you become a whore?" Miguel jested as he glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before he rubbed his mound. "They can make a lotta money."

"Oh, don't listen to this idiot," Dan said. "Although if you were a chick, you'd make a ton of money with that mouth."

"Yeah," Miguel interjected as he lightly knocked his friend's leg using his booth. "But if he were a girl, he wouldn't be sucking like that."

Dan laughed as did I at that.

"I suppose that's true," Dan admitted. "I wonder why you guys are always the one hungry at those holes. That's why you guys can't even charge."

I shrugged and said, "I guess. Although I do it for fun."

Miguel smirked and hit his buddy's leg again as he said, "You hear that? That's something else you'd never hear a girl say. That she sucks every dick just for fun. That's why it's the boys who are always so good at it."

"You're probably right," Dan chuckled in agreement.

As I stood there looking at two mechanics I only barely knew and who had each bust a nut in my mouth that day, once of them twice, I started to say goodbye.

But Dan interrupted me and asked, "You going to be okay? I mean, gettin' fired isn't easy, kid. You got enough money? I know you have a kid and stuff."

"I'll figure it out," I said. "My parents are helping a lot."

"You'll figure it out." Miguel said. Then in a very earnest voice, he added, "Look at me, I got eight of them and we manage. You pray to St. Jude and he'll help that way..."

I was about to thank him for his nice thought when he suddenly continued, by saying, "But you need some more pappy dick, you come to me and I'll help you out," he said laughing.

As I began to leave, Dan called me back to the table where he and Miguel sat.

"Hey, uh, you, uh, think you'll still be, you know," Dan sputtered, "Working those holes at Dreamsicle? I mean, you ain't going to quit going there just cuz you're leaving here, are you?"

"I got to go to this place, man," Miguel laughed as he looked around some more and then patted his major bulge. "It sounds like a good business they got there."

"No, actually, I suppose this just give me more time to be there," I answered. "At least until I can find another job, I guess."

"Fuck these jobs," Miguel laughed, "They keep us from having even more fun with these." He then looked at me and added, "Or in your case, a fucking job would just keep you from taking care of all these, huh?"

I smiled and licked my lips as I stared at his hot bulge. I knew I was cruising a married man with, yikes, eight kids, but he'd already pumped his Alvarez family batter into me once.

"Oh, yeah, you want some more of this, I can tell," he laughed as he tried to hide the fact that I think he was actually blushing.

"You think you might be there again later...today?" Dan asked.

Here I was fired, jobless, a new dad and all these guys could worry about was whether or not I'd have my mouth open and pressed up to some glory hole in a dirty bookstore.

I loved it!

"Yeah, why?" I asked with a smile. "You thinking of going for three today?"

And that made Dan rather blush as he looked at his can of soda.

"You planning to use his services a third time today?" Miguel asked Dan in a teasing manner. "What a stud you are. What? Don't your wife let you come near her no more or something?"

Dan laughed embarrassed-like as he simply confessed, "What can I say? If he can take so many loads, I suppose I can shoot 'em up...at least some of those this guy sucks down." Dan then leaned in closer towards Miguel and whispered, "If you ever go there and see this one in action...people pumping loads into him faster than the pumps can fill my tank at the Shell station."

"No shit," Miguel said as he looked at me sort of weirdly, like I was there but not. Like I was something he could just talk about. "You a little sick in the, up here? The head, Jack?" he asked me as he scrutinized me from head to toe.

I laughed and said, "No. Maybe."

"I mean, you're a nice enough looking young man," Miguel said, "You got a baby, a dead wife. Why you letting so many men, you know..."

"I love it," I admitted. And then, since I wasn't working there anyway, I added, "I was sort of raised on it."

That caused both men to brace up.

"You were raised on it? What's that mean?" Miguel asked. "Your pappy do something to you when you were a boy?"

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess it would make sense," Dan said to Miguel as he seemed to mull it over. "No guy does that...and is so good...without doing it for a real long time, I'd imagine."

"Your pappy had you..." Miguel asked as he looked all about before continuing, "On the dick when you were little? That's the only way one my own sons ever would have been the...well, you know, what you are. But they're real men and grown with wives because they weren't exposed to none of that shit."

As if catching Miguel, Dan interjected in a lighter tone, "Well, I suppose its a good thing some guys are raised that way...I mean, we need some of them to be raised that way, don't you think?"

And at that he laughed as Miguel agreed and apologized.

"I didn't mean nothing by that," he said to me. "That's just for my own kids, my own sons. I don't give a shit if your pappy turned you gay or nothing. Hell, like Dan says, why should we complain?"

"That's right," Dan said. "We get to reap the benefits of some other dad fucking up his kid." Then he, too, caught himself and apologized. "I just mean, you got to admit, it's not your typical normal guy who's sucking every dick in one of those places, you know."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I smiled, letting Dan off the hook of his own comment.

"And I bet you like it that way, huh?" Miguel teased. Then as he groped himself briefly, he laughed and said, "More of these for you that way."

"Well, anyway, I hope to see you over there," Dan said, "Even though you won't be working here anymore, that shouldn't stop you from maybe doing some of us over there at Dreamsicle. You know what I mean?"

"Any time you see me, stick it through," I said with a smile. "I'll blow all you guys anytime I see you there, if I see you."

"Those little booths are all dark?" Miguel asked.

"Until you turn on the video playing on the television," Dan explained. "You got to fucking go over there one of these days. Not a dick goes away un-drained. I read of places like that on the Internet never saw anything like it."

"All you hear is sucking and slurping in every booth...but especially in his," he added as he gestured toward me. "Like a constant stream..."

"Daaamn," Miguel said as he looked at me. "And you do them all?"

I nodded as I decided right then to spend the rest of the afternoon sucking cocks through a hole there. Telling my folks that I lost my job could wait until later that evening. Nothing much I could do about that anyway.

"Fuuuck, you're a real slut," Miguel chuckled, "I mean, I know you did all us in there, but you let all those guys, you know, all those dicks do you?"

"Sure," I said. "In fact, I'm headed over there now."

"Again? Now?" Miguel said as his eyes and grin widened. He then turned to Dan and asked, "Didn't you say he just did you ...again ...there? Man, you are loco!" he added as he looked at me again.

"You're going back?" Dan reiterated, "You do like cock, don't you?"

"I live for it," I admitted, feeling liberated by newly unemployed status as I figured that both of these macho married men had fucked my mouth anyway. "I'd let you and all the cocks in this place fuck and pump seed down my throat. Any one of you could ride my throat anywhere, anytime and blow as much cum into it as your big, handsome nuts can shoot."

That comment got both men both embarrassed and uncomfortably turned on at the same time. I could see each man shift in his chair as Dan raised his eyebrows and Miguel teased with a grin as he looked at Dan, "Man, how come he ain't a girl, eh?"

Dan also laughed but said, "He doesn't have to be with the way he makes that mouth of his a dumping ground, you know?"

"You'd do everybody in here?" Miguel asked as he again couldn't help but rub his crotch slightly. "That's pretty crazy...and a lot of dudes, man. But I ain't saying nothing."

"Hell, if you get over to Dreamsicle," Dan said, "This one can blow through more fucking guys than I've seen some chicks do in a video."

"I bet he can," Miguel said. "Hey, I ain't disagreeing or nothing like that. I know what he can do. I guess if that's the way you want that, baby, nobody is going to turn that down."

Dan then said that if I were still there at five, he'd try to hook up with me at Dreamsicle."

"Let's hope its real busy," Miguel joked.

"What do you mean?" Dan asked. And as he asked, I caught a glimpse of the erection he was hiding in his jumpsuit as he repositioned his legs beneath the table.

"It's not even three o'clock yet," Miguel explained as he pointed to the clock mounted over the vending machines. "That place better be busy if you still want him to be there at after five."

"Oh, it's always busy," I chimed in. "I'll be there, Dan." I then turned to Miguel and said, "Why don't you come by, too? On your way home? Bust another nut and feed me that thick uncut cock of yours again."

Miguel blushed as Dan glanced at the ceiling trying to feign the fact he had heard me describe his buddy's erection. I hadn't much thought of the fact that most married guys at work don't necessarily know or even think about what a buddy's cock might look like, especially when erect.

"Oh, I don't know..." Miguel began to reply.

"You oughta," Dan urged. "Hell, we did him in the bathroom. It's even better over there where everybody's there for the same thing."

"Yeah," Miguel said as his hand remained on top of his prominent bulge. "It's just I gotta get home. My wife has dinner on and the kids, they got to eat..."

"It'll only take a few minutes," I said. "It's just three miles east. You come in and I'll blow you. You can be in and out of there in ten minutes."

"Do it," Dan egged him on. "I'm gunna. And half the guys in this town by the looks of that parking lot must swing by there after work."

"I dunno," Miguel said, looking a bit like a fifty-year-old naughty school kid.

"Well, if you want to screw and wad into a hot, wet hole," I offered, "I'll be there until maybe six-thirty or seven. Now that I'm unemployed, I got all the time in the world to suck down loads."

With that, a female employee from the Billing Department entered the break room and so I said goodbye to Dan and Miguel. Carrying my items, I quickly went out through the Service Department entrance to my car.

I tossed my things into the seat beside me and started the engine. Although I was upset on one level, I was also feeling so horny for cock and sperm that my adrenaline was racing. Although I had no job, had a baby son to worry about and was living with my folks, I couldn't have given a crap about any of it as I pulled out and made a beeline back to Dreamsicle.

In a strange way, I felt liberated. I had nothing else in the whole world to do other than let strange, anonymous guys stick their dicks into my mouth and feed me sperm out of their bodies.

My dick was hard as I pawed myself the entire route to Dreamsicle's parking lot, which, as it often was on a weekday afternoon at three, packed with cars, pickup trucks and even a few utility trucks. Three o'clock was sometimes when a lot of the electricians, general contractors and plumbers would have a free half-hour in their schedule.

And they all spent it the same way - pants unzipped and pressed against a wall while getting themselves some free head and busting a load down a nameless, faceless gulping throat.

Most of these guys were straight, married, hard-working guys. They would make it a weekly or even a daily routine to swing by Dreamsicle in order to use one of the community cocksuckers servicing every man who came through a glory hole.

These types didn't even think of the process as anything much more than a man using one of those shoeshine machines or a vacuum hose you might use as a convenience at the car wash. They'd stand at their little booth, their big meat hanging out and through a drilled hole, a hole used by hundreds and hundreds of other men in the same way, as they'd twist their head slightly to the side to maybe watch a lesbian porno flick on the monitor.

I pulled into the lot at the same moment as three big SUVs. I was salivating just thinking that I might be drinking whoever's semen was inside those vehicles. Tinted windows or not, my jaws aches to think these guys were there to deliver three utility vehicles worth of ball-juice.

I went in ahead of these different men, perhaps to rush ahead so I'd be on my knees at the hole and ready to service them. Or perhaps because on some level, I didn't want to see them. I just loved the idea that I might get a mouthwash of one of their semen-loads - from a guy who was in a dark vehicle and had no fucking clue to whom he was feeding it.

Although I enjoyed blowing the guys at my place of work - my ex-place of work - and found it hot to feel their muscular thighs or ass as I blew them, seeing the hair poking out of the open collars of their shirt, and looking up to see their faces as each squirted thick jizz down my throat, I actually rather preferred the total anonymity of the glory hole.

I didn't really give a fuck about the men I was sucking, truth be told. That's not to say I wished any harm or anything like that. Instead, its simply to say that I was a public utility and as such, I didn't need to know anything much about a guy for him to throat fuck me and pump jizz into me.

I suppose it was a tad communistic on my part. My mouth was open at that glory hole for all to use as a live j/o hole. And to get too chummy or overly involved which each guy would simply cut into my time servicing the public.

Besides, I was there only for one thing: to service all the dicks that came snaking through the glory hole. All I wanted or needed to know or get from a man was his meat and reproductive fluids. I had my mouth at a hole for other guys' sex organs. I couldn't much care who they were or how tall each was exactly.

And I loved the randomness of not knowing. Like now, three SUVs, perhaps all three drivers there for the same reason - to get some quick, anonymous head by a mouth that swallows and drinks all their cum down.

And all three will enter the place, coming from three different directions, places, lives - and yet perhaps all three will wind up screwing their cocks inside the same mouth (my mouth).

Through it all, none will know the other or me. None will even know of the others' existence perhaps, unless they pass one another as one takes the booth the other is exiting. And yet, they'll all have more in common than they ever would have thought as they drove out of their driveways that morning - or even as they pulled into that parking lot outside Dreamsicle. All three would be find themselves being sucked by the same set of sperm-gooey lips, licked by the same hungry tongue and sucked into the same, semen-coated throat. And each man would find himself to be blasting his ropes of semen into the same cum receptacle.

And that's rather what I enjoyed about the complete anonymity. They were thinking about one another or me as much as guys think about the urinal that they're using when they're at a football stadium. They just unzip and use it. They don't give it any thought. They don't walk around all day wondering about all the others who have or may use "that" urinal back there. They piss into it, zip up and get on with their day.

That's why I liked sucking dicks through the glory hole. One penis withdrew after squirting it cum and in a minute, like at the urinals, another penis stepped up to do the same.

No names, no faces, no games. It was a public convenience for these guys like any gent's room in the subway. And I was on the receptacle end of all those different erect cocks - some as big and fat and thick as a little kid's wrist - and cum loads.

I could have men squirt off into my mouth all day and night. Have thirty guys shoot their loads into a cup and you'll see how much semen was sloshing in belly after some especially good afternoons drinking down pop shots at Dreamsicle. There had been afternoons, where I sucked down the cock and slurped down the pumping volleys of semen out of thirty-four different men.

Line 'em up and you'll get a sense of what three dozen guys looks like. Then picture all of them riding your throat and pumping, squirting milky fluids into you.

So you get a sense of how a cum dump like me can get hooked on it. These guys are all ages and types but most are pretty damn decent-looking. Good enough builds on most, good dicks on all of them - from the smaller hard ones to the foot-longs - they're all good, especially when it comes to feeding time. Just to know you're there having another guys - and a complete, anonymous stranger at that - hosing his very life matter down your throat. Well, it's powerfully addictive. And when you keep your mouth open to that gooey hole, and not just one but dozens of different dudes all take a turn squirting their milky gene pool into your mouth and stomach, well, perhaps you need to be a fellow cum and glory hole junkie to understand the satisfaction.

It's not just fun, but is actually satisfying as in finding oneself through being the cum dumpster for every male wanting to shoot a load into your mouth. With my mouth at he glory hole, its beyond mere "pleasure" or "kick." As one gets his tonsils bashed by yet another big dick and a belly sloshing like a sperm pool of the mixed cum of who knows how many different guys, its that one gets this sense as to why one was placed upon this Earth.

As others wonder why we're all here, I had found my reason - and it was sticking through a hole in a wall.

After being fired that day, I sucked another twenty cocks, not including Dan's again, when he happened to get hold of the booth I was servicing, just as some business suit dad, who had a huge scrotum dusted in dark gray hairs that flooded my mouth in corporate goo, was exiting.

As I was driving back to my parents' house by six forty or so, I sat at a red light thinking about how nearly forty different guys had gotten off in my mouth that day. Some school busses have a maximum capacity of sixty-six - and that isn't even regarding adult sized men.

I rubbed my stomach right through my belly as I thought about how forty dudes had made a squirt deposit into it that day. And since I had eaten nothing other than cum all day, although I wasn't feeling hungry, I had to admit, my stomach gurgled some as it processed all that semen.

Then as I reached the final red light at the intersection near my parent's house, the reality of what I had to tell them sank in. I sat there and rehearsed how I'd tell them the news. But then I took a deep breath and figured that there had to be some other mechanic job - or something a guy like me could do that didn't require anything but a high school diploma.

I could go and work in a record shop, I thought as I pulled into the driveway. I always liked music. Or I could probably get a job at the Chevron station. It wasn't mechanic work, it was selling cigarettes and lottery tickets, but I could probably get a job like that easy.

So I felt slightly better as I popped a mint in my mouth before going in. I always did that since I figured I had to mask the scent of cum that was otherwise probably still on my breath.

My mom was in the kitchen, finishing up feeding Jack Jr. She sat in a chair, cradling him while holding his bottle to his mouth. I was worried about the little guy, but also knew that he was getting all he needed, thanks to my parents helping out so much. My mind also drifted to the fact that he had a daddy who was a cum dump which caused me to chuckle to myself since he also had a grandfather who turned me out that way.

But that was just the way I was thinking. My dad was a great guy and was so quick to help out after Jessica committed suicide. No matter what he had me doing in rest stops and parks as a little kid, I had to admit that he was always there for me and was a good provider. Heck, you wouldn't even think for a second that this very macho-type plumbing contractor who was my dad had also been such a nasty pedo with this own son.

But he was always that way. What was playtime with others and me was just that. And when we'd leave a restroom or the suck trails, he was just a regular man and dad again. He always stressed to me how important it was that a man kept the two clean and separate. Even when I was just six years old or so, he'd tell me as we'd drive home following a session where he let me be the plaything for any stranger who wanted a few minutes to molest a little kid in a men's room stall, that it was all just their secret playtime. And that's how men, daddies, liked to keep it - secret.

I kissed my mother and then kissed Jack Jr.'s forehead as he continued to suck on his bottle. Then I asked my mom where dad was and she said that he had to run out to Lowe's for a new part for a light fixture, but that he's just called and should home in only a few minutes.

I then did what I did every night and headed to the bathroom to wash up and change my clothes. As I stood naked and washed my face before putting on a pair of sweats and a fresh tee shirt, I could hear that my dad must have gotten home. Jack Jr. started crying a little and the TV set in the living room was suddenly on.

My parents had their own bathroom in the master bedroom so I was a little surprised when the bathroom door opened and my dad came in. He closed and locked the door behind him as he barely acknowledged me other than to say, "Your mother's putting Jack Jr. back in his crib."

I said a fast hi, but returned to rinsing my face since I wasn't quite mentally ready to tell my dad that I'd lost my job. He strode over to the toilet and unzipped his work slacks. Peripherally, I could see he was holding his long, fat piece of meat as he aimed it at the toilet water while peeing. I knew he was looking me over but, hell, my dad had always seen me naked - ever since I was little. He'd been in my ass maybe more times than he'd ever fucked my mother in twenty-three years of marriage.

After rinsing my face, I went to reach for a towel, but my dad, seeing that, handed one to me instead. I stood up and thanked him as he stepped to the sink next to mine, his fat penis still hanging out of his fly as he quickly washed off his hands.

"So, you lose your job at Matson's?" he suddenly asked as he grinned at me through the large mirror over the double sinks.

My stomach sank as I wondered how he sensed or knew that. But before I could even ask him how he could have known that, he whispered with a nasty grin as he soaped up his large hands, "I pumped a load into you at Dreamsicle when I swung by there at four. Hell, it took me thirty minutes to finally get a shot at your mouth. That place is packed in there, isn't it?"

Although I had sucked off my own dad ever since I was a little kid, I had never really given it much thought that he was one of the dicks threading their way through that glory hole at Dreamsicle. But I suppose it made sense. My dad would be a guy who'd need some easy head during his day and the random odds alone would have had him, sooner or later, hitting my glory hole.

"So I figured you must have quit Matson's or some such thing," he continued.

"Yeah," I muttered, figuring there wasn't much point in telling him I was fired. "I just wasn't liking it there..."

Then, although he had finished rinsing and drying his hands, he let the water in his faucet continue to run. And I knew what that meant.

"Oh, I know what you like, son," my dad said as his eyes forced my own to drop down to his fat slab of meat. Dad always kept the water of the sink or the shower running whenever he'd molest me as a kid in the bathroom. It masked the sounds of a little kid getting a big, thick cock fucked into him. Even the men in certain restrooms when I was a kid would run the water or keep pressing the hand dryers on to help another man mask the sounds of his molesting me in a stall. They'd do little favors like that for one another.

Dad wagged his big dick at me as it hung out of his work pants. And without another word needing to be said between us, I kneeled and let him push it between my lips.

I sucked on my dad in that bathroom just like I had a thousand times before ever since I was in pre-school.

"There's nothing like you being my jack hole," he mumbled in a whispered voice. "Nothing like blowing a wad into my own son's mouth."

He leaned forward and played with my small, smooth ass before sticking a finger into my butthole. "You get some guys pumping a load into this today, too?"

I shook my head as I continued to deep throat my dad.

"Too bad," me said in a hushed voice. "You need to be filled with sperm from both ends, Jackie. You know that. You're a vessel to have men pump sperm into. You shouldn't deny them either hole of yours."

I sucked but could feel my dad pull up on my shoulders.

"Stand up," he whispered. "You need at least one load shot into you that way today."

He gestured for me to take "The Position" which I knew well, at least since the age of seven. I gripped the edge of the basin counter and let my dad spread my ass cheeks apart.

He fingered my hole some more. And with his other hand, he reached between my legs and yanked a few times on my cock like it were some cheap sex toy.

"You're such a good fuck," he whispered into my ear as he stood directly behind me, his erect cock pushing between my ass cheeks. He hadn't even bothered to unbuckle his slacks or anything. But he often didn't, since he said that's the way any john would screw a whore like me in a back alley.

And it was true. More men than not and more often than they all might consider have sex while almost fully dressed. Hell, in the bookstores alone, dozens of men a day get off with just their zipper open.

In the adult theaters, perhaps their cum dump may pull off his pants completely, so guys can pull a train on him more easily. But all the guys unloading into him, do little more than pull down a zipper or maybe open their trousers some.

It's quickie sex and men just shoot a load into someone on the run. But it's also the culture of men using a human sperm urinal. No guy strips just to use a public urinal, does he? And just like any urinal, all that's required of them is to pull out their meat and squirt some semen into a willing receptacle.

And so my dad had always fucked me for exactly what it was - a quickie for him as he simply wanted to shoot some sperm into my body. It wasn't anything about "making love" or "trysting" or anything much more than a man getting off big time by using a slutty cum hole taking all loads.

"You're a great piece of ass," my father whispered into my ear. "I hope you're letting everyone who wants to blow a wad into you this way, get a piece of it."

I moaned as I made my butt muscles clamp around my father's erection more firmly as he stood behind me screwing me like a blow up fuck doll.

"Nothing hotter than breeding my own son," he muttered in a low voice, "Other than maybe seeing strangers busting a nut into you, too." Then he whispered close into my ear, "Fuck, I had to stand in the hall outside that one booth you were workin' for over thirty minutes, son. I watched as I had to wait for four studs who had dibs in line before me - all of them blowing a load into my kid...you fuckin' little sperm-pig... Everybody pumping dick and sperm into my own son...you in that dirty little box of a booth sucking down every cock fed to you...didn't even know your own father's cock when it came through that hole, I bet. Too many cocks to keep 'em all straight, ain't that right?"

He knew it. Truth was that, although I could sometimes recognize a dick and may have even recognized my own dad's dick under other circumstances, when one is sucking off so many strangers in a row through a dimly-lit hole, well, he was right, I didn't even know that my dad had fucked and ejaculated in my mouth earlier.

"I was there and could tell," my dad mumbled into my ear as he screwed me deep. "I was just one more john poking dick past your lips in there, wasn't I? Just one more man needing to squirt off cum into my son, the cum hole."

My father was bucking his hips against my ass pressing my cock into the cabinets. He's a great fuck, my dad is. He's one of those men who really knew how to screw hole. I suppose it's because he's got great equipment, but also because he just uses butt or mouth like it's there for him to plow and get off in.

"How many men pumped seed into my son today?" he whispered lewdly into my ear as he rammed his thick shaft all the way up into me. "I bet a lot of them got a chance today, since you're out of a job now."

He then surprised me by whispering, "Don't you worry none about that, son. I'll cover any of your bills ...you just promise me that you won't tell your mother you're out of a job for a while. Pretend you're going to work every morning just like usual ...but instead I want you manning those glory holes at Dreamsicle every day - 8-5 just like work hours. Okay? You gunna do that for me?"

I grunted a "Oh, yeah, daddy," as I felt his big dick poke somewhere deep inside my lower abdomen.

"Yeah, good boy," he muttered as he quickened his thrusts. "Full time cum dump's what I got for a son...work...those...holes...for ...all...we...working...stiffs..."

"Bend all the way over," my dad muttered in a low voice. Since I was in first grade or so, that was always my father's way of telling me he was about to cum.

"Let your dad squirt his cum good and deep into your little fuck hole."

And with that, my dad made a low guttural sound as he ripped some more warm milky seed into my body. I could feel his dick thrust one more time deeply into me as he seemingly was intent upon planting seed.

He grunted and tried to suppress a loud groan as he unloaded his big, fat scrotum into me. I couldn't feel his semen as it shot since he was in me too deeply. But I sure could feel that semen, which ran out around his shaft and my hole as it began to run in more watery drips along my thighs.

My dad had once told me that he had shot more sperm into me than he ever had into my mother. In fact, he said that most of the men who bust a nut into other guys, feed out more of their reproductive matter that way than they ever use on the wife or for any actual reproductive reasons.

And I rather knew that since I was sucking down sperm out of so many guys and so many regulars some weeks. I realized, even when I was just a kid, that many dads sometimes got off inside a little cocksucker in mall men's room more often than they could possibly be fucking their wives. I would sometimes blow the same men wearing wedding rings three times a week even when I was just a little guy sitting at a picnic table in the woods.

Even my own dad, since I was four or five, was pulling me into this same bathroom sometimes two or three times a day in order to molest me. So I knew that as a cum dump, I was often getting more loads from just one man in a month's time - maybe for some, even just a week's time - than he might shoot into his wife in a year.

My tossed me my white Jockey shorts that were hanging on a hook and told me to put them on, "Keep my daddy-milk inside you...and remember, no need to mention you're out of work."

My dad zipped up his pants and slipped out of the bathroom, just as he slipped out of glory hole booths and men's room stalls after he's shared me with some other trade dads like himself.

I felt my dad's big load in my ass. It was all squishy and made my sphincter itchy as it puckered and dripped out my own dad's semen.

I stood at the sinks and beat off a load just thinking of how it felt to have my father's seed fucked into my sex hole. He knew what he'd brought into this world and was having his pleasure seeing it come to full fruition as cum dump.

As I recalled the different dicks coming through that glory hole earlier, forty of them all pulsing and spitting sperm into my mouth, I lost it and shot a huge load of my own cum which hit the mirrors and faucet handles.

I took a deep breath and wiped my big thick load using my index finger. I ate it all up. I kept scooping up my own jizz - recycling the stuff. I had long ago stopped using a tissue or anything like that. Why use those when you are the cum rag?

I dressed and went out to the kitchen where my dad was already sitting at the table, ravenously eating a piece of French bread and his soup.

"How's work?" he asked me immediately as I sat down. I suppose since he asked me the same question each night, it was his way of keeping things looking normal and natural. He was good at that though. When I was real little, he could go from molesting me along with ten other men in the woods to picking my mom up somewhere with me afterwards and acting like nothing had even happened.

"Uh, fine," I replied, hoping to make it sound truthful. Since my mother just smiled and asked, "You like working with your hands, like your father, don't you?"

I nodded and took a big slurp of soup hoping my dad would change the subject.

And he did.

"How was Jack Jr. today?" he smoothly asked my mother who replied by immediately going into every little thing my son had done all day - which wasn't much. He was only a few weeks old and other than sleeping, eating and crapping, not much else was expected of him, I suppose.

As I sat there eating my soup and then a big ham sandwich, I was reminded of all the dinners when I was a kid and a young adolescent when, just like this, my mom would prattle on, oblivious to the fact that the two males at her table had just had sex. I was sitting there just as I had at age six and ten and fifteen, feeling my dad's semen running out of me as he acted like any other dad in the world listening to my mom talk about nothing.

But that's what made it all sort of cool. It was my secret with my dad. And his secret with me. I was made of semen inside the woman who sat between us and yet he was jacking so much of that same semen into the body of the son they had created together.

"Do you think he's growing okay and everything?" I asked like the naive nineteen year old suddenly single dad I was. I knew nothing about babies and even less about being a dad. I mean, my dad was great and all. But what dad really knows how to interact with an infant, really?

My mom told me that we had an appointment for another pediatrician in a couple of weeks and that I really had to come to that one. I had missed an earlier one because of work so I suppose being his father I needed to go, just to know what was going on.

"He's okay though, right?" my father asked my mom.

"Oh, yes," she replied. "He's fine. He hasn't even made much of a peep. He's not a crier like you were, Jack."

"Then why do we have to go?" I asked.

"It's routine, honey," my mom said. "Jackie has to see him on regular schedule these first few weeks and months." She then turned to my father and said, "You remember how we were always running to the doctor with Jack here?"

"Yeah, I do," my father said as he ate a potato chip.

"But with you," my mom said, "You were always getting an upset tummy. But they could never figure out what it was."

"He was always okay," my dad stated firmly. "They never found any cause."

"No," my mom said, turning to me again. "We'd take you in and Dr. McCain could never find anything but that some babies have more sensitive tummies."

"And he's Jack Jr.'s doctor, too, right?" I asked. I knew but wasn't following my son's medical visits as close as I probably should have.

"Yeah," my dad said as he looked directly at me. "He's good."

"He was your doctor up until you were three," my mom explained. "His practice specialized in newborns and toddler pediatrics only."

"Oh, well, okay," I said. "Then that makes sense because the only doctor I ever remember having as a kid, like, what, up until I was fifteen, was that old guy, Dr. Farmington."

"Yes, I remember telling Dr. McCain even back then," my mom replied, "That I was so going to miss him as your doctor back then. He was wonderful. But he needed to keep his practice focused, I suppose."

"Yeah, you want him as Jack Jr.'s doctor," my father stated as he drank some more of his beer.

We ate dinner, after which, I went with my mom into the nursery to look in on Jack Jr. Dad let us use the third bedroom, which for a while now, had been my dad's office and private space. It wasn't a huge room, and he kept his desk in place in a corner, but it was handy to my room.

The master bedroom was on the third level of the tri-level house my parents had bought when I was born. It had its own bathroom and was up several steps and quite removed from the other two bedrooms, which then shared a bathroom in the hallway. The other rooms, including a powder room off the entry hall, were all on first level, of course.

Although my mom did much of the stuff, did most of the grunt work pertaining to Jack Jr. since we moved in after Jessica's death, I was told that I had to answer his cries in the night. This was both so mom could get her sleep since she was with him all day. But also, I suppose to teach me some responsibility and how to bond with my own son.

I was told to keep my door and his open so I could more easily hear him in the night. But really other than only one time, when he had some accident, my mom just happened to have still been awake and offered to change him for me.

So my baby son really hadn't been a burden or a bother at all. In fact, he was the mellowest baby that I ever saw. Even my mom and some neighbor ladies all agreed that he was just the quietest and most contented little thing. He had his moments, like any infant, but he slept through the night, which my mom said I should be thankful for. And he was really just as cute as could be. I didn't spend as much time with him as I would have liked. But between Jessica's craziness, her death, figuring out the logistics of raising him and work...and sucking down dicks, I had to face the fact that I really didn't spend too much time - even quality time - with him.

But my mom understood and she'd say it was a lot for kid my age to handle alone anyway and that there would be plenty of time for me to spend the rest of my life with him.

I held him a while and even read him a bedtime story while my mom listened and busied herself organizing his changing table. He didn't understand a word of it, of course, but he seemed to enjoy hearing our voices as he sucked his thumb. I even looked at him sucking his thumb and wondered if he was orally fixated like his own dad. It was a silly thought, since he was just a small baby sucking a thumb. But it was enough to get me thinking of the deal I had made with my dad.

I couldn't believe I was free, for at least a while, to solely suck cock all day. And I was going to take advantage of it. Every minute of it. I sat there cradling my son, but had to admit that beneath his receiving blanket, I was sporting a major hard on again just thinking of how I'd be at Dreamsicle exactly at 7 a.m. as I usually was each morning. But starting tomorrow, at least for a time, I wouldn't have to leave that glory hole booth until it was time to head back home for dinner.

A straight eleven or so hours of sucking dicks through a hole. Man, just the thought had my big cock stretching the front of my sweat pants. Jack Jr.'s weight pressed down on the head of it as I held him in my arms. And again, I was just glad his blanket was hiding my tenter as my mom prattled on about all the things she wanted to buy the baby, since he seemed to be growing every day.

She then offered to take the baby from me and put him back into his crib for me but, due to the situation in my pants, I refused and told her, "No, ma. Thanks. But I think I'll just sit here a while more with him. I'm at work so much all day and everything."

My mom kissed the top of my head and say she thought that would be nice. "He has to bond with you, Jack," she said. "You're his father. And without a mother, he'll look to you more than anyone as he grows up."

I understood all of that but, of course, could not explain to my mother that all the bonding happening at the moment was in the way I was glad I had my infant son in my lap as a way of hiding my erection.

After my mother left the room, I stood up and placed Jack Jr. into his crib. He was so cute. I had to say that. And as I only felt a little like his father, I knew I was being objective in saying that. He was one really beautiful baby.

I set the musical nightlight to on and turned off his Winnie the Pooh lamp as I felt confident that my erection had softened enough to head back downstairs to watch TV.

In the hallway, at the top of the stairs where their bedroom was, my mom said that as long as everything was fine and quiet, she was going to turn in early. She had looked beat at dinner and so I said, "Goodnight and thanks, mom. You're the best."

She returned down the third-level hallway and disappeared into the master bedroom suite.

I headed downstairs and heard the television going in the family room. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and then joined my dad, who was stretched out on the couch, in watching an episode of "Cops."

He glanced over to me as I plopped on the chair across from him and then asked, "What's your mother up to?"

"She went to bed," I said as I watched some kids screaming and a fat bleached blonde explaining something to two cops on the show.

"That's the second time this week," my dad said as he scratched his stomach beneath his tee shirt. "I wonder if she's feeling okay?"

"I think so," I said, not knowing anything about medicine. "She looked sort of beat, but maybe its just taking care of Jackie all day or something."

"She is a grandmother, you know," my dad said as he obviously was also thinking that at forty-five, he was a grandfather.

"What's this one going on about?" I asked as I gestured to the picture on the television.

Although she was in bed, my dad out of habit turned his head to see if she was in the kitchen before he said, "The husband of that fat bitch broke a restraining order and came to pick up one of his kids, but she was home." He then said in a more hushed voice, "As fat as she is, is how built he is. And looking at those kids, you can tell he's fucking them, can't you?"

I laughed since I suppose he was right although I knew you couldn't always tell that just by looking. A lot of kids are being fucked by their dad, and you'd never even know it. A lot of clean-cut households got dads in them that molest their little ones at every opportunity.

As we watched the screen, one of the three kids, the five-year-old boy, started playing silly on the sofa in the trailer where the lady lived. He was putting his head in the seat as he stood beside a female cop who was keeping him occupied.

"Look at the ass on that kid," my father muttered with a smirk. "You just know that his father is tappin' that little ass."

"Think of the men looking at it even now," I replied. "Can you imagine the dudes all around the country jerking off even just to him doing that on TV?"

My dad laughed and said that I had better watch out or else he'd think I was becoming a pervert. But then he added, "You were a lot like that at that age. One damn cute little fuck hole. See why I had to bring you to the toilets and share you with so many other men? How could I deprive them the pleasure of such a hot little fuck-hole."

I watched the screen and sure enough the little kid's ass was round and skinny and looked like it could fit into one hand of a grown man. The dad then was dragged into the picture, handcuffed and shirtless. He looked like meth trouble, but had quite the body, especially for a rough-looking redneck. He was wearing only dingy white sweat shorts and the camera caught more than a few seconds of his dick as it swing around inside of them.

Yeah, he looked like a man who easily could have been molesting his kids. He seemed like the type, at least, if you were going to call Central Casting and order up one pedo, redneck, "gator country," abusive father of three.

"I bet he's fucked every one of those kids of his," my father said as he slowly rubbed his big dick through his jeans as he lay on the couch. "That's why he wants those kids back so bad."

"So he can fuck them some more?" I half-stated as I watched the little kids all crying while their half-naked father was hurling expletives at their fat mother.

"Yeah that," my dad said as he massaged his crotch more openly. "Or get some cash out of them..."

I was confused by that one and asked, "Cash out of them? They don't look like trust fund kids."

My dad chuckled as he stared at the TV set. "Out of their bodies," he explained. "Make them earn daddy some money. Sell their holes on the street for him."

"Ooooh," I replied, laughing at my denseness. "You think so? Dads do that? I mean, for cash?"

"Sure," my dad answered. "Some of them do if they're not like me...when they're smart." At that he started to laugh. "I was a dumb one to not collect a buck from every one of those men who got a shot at you. Hell, it could have paid for college for you." He then looked over at me and said, somewhat seriously, "Imagine making all the money for four years of your own college tuition before you're even out of grade school."

I smirked and laughed although I did have to say that not-too-deep down, I did find it sort of aggravating that my dad hadn't made some money off me back then. I suddenly felt weirdly gypped.

"Yeah," I replied feeling a bit sarcastic, "That's if you didn't use all the money my butt and throat would have made to buy yourself a boat off even before I got to high school."

My dad laughed as he ran his hand beneath his shirt and patted what I knew intimately to be his fat, hairy abdomen. "That's true," he had to admit. "But you would have liked that. You're too much the cum dump to ever want any schooling anyway."

I then thought about it some and said, "We could have had the boat and then taken it out so you could have let me be an off-shore cum dump the men out on deep sea fishing trips."

My dad seemed to like that idea since he said up quickly and patted his bulge as his legs spread open wide. He then jokingly added, "We could have made it a pedo brothel - out on open, international seas, it would have probably been fuckin' legal even. Imagine that, a completely legal kiddie whorehouse aboard some private yacht or dirty freighter. Who would even know if it were aboard a yacht or deep sea boat? Some dad takes his son - and about twenty paying men for a long day out. Bang that little kid all day long below deck and the men could also get in some fishing. Perfect day, don't you think?"

I laughed as I watched as my dad groped himself while looking at me. "Should have made cash dollars off you," he said in a low voice as he glanced in the direction of the kitchen. "But I liked turning you out at no cost, too. A cum dump shouldn't get paid. I raised a cum dump because you're a cum dump. You were born to sit in those stalls letting cocks fuck sperm deep inside you. Ain't that right?"

"Yes," I agreed. "I love it."

"Love what?" my dad asked as he had a thousand other times.

"All that special milk," I said. "All those different cocks."

"Yeah, all those different men cumming in my son, my little boy," my father said as he groped himself. "Remember those nights at the rest area when there'd sometimes be forty men throughout the night? Forty different men shooting wads into my little guy. And, what were you? No more than six that first time there were that many on, it was the day after the Fourth of July, I remember that. Everyone was driving back to their home states, I suspect. Roads crawling with strangers who all wound up unloading their nuts into you. Do you remember that?"

I did and I didn't, of course. There had been so many nights at rest areas and truck stops when I was a kid. But even when you're a little kid, not even yet in the first grade, you sure don't forget forty strangers taking turns standing in front of you in a stall while my dad let each "play" with me for a little while so they could bust a nut.

"You're going to be at those glory holes tomorrow," my dad didn't so much ask, but rather stated. "Servicing all those dicks that need service and something to squirt their loads into. Aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah, bright and early, dad," I said as my own cock tented inside my stretchy shorts.

"That's right," he answered. "You and me got a deal, now. You remember that. I won't say nothing to your mother about you being out of a job and I'll cover you bills for a while. But you have to be at that hole, mouth open, all day, every day, this week and next week. And the weeks after that, too. You got that? Just like going to work. In exchange for me doing all that for you and my grandson, you have to earn it."

"I understand, dad," I replied.

"You like it anyway," my dad sneered as he groped his basket and showed me the outline of his erection right through the denim. "You like all this meat we other men have, don't you? My little boy likes men putting these into him and shooting loads into your body, don't ya?"

"Yeah, dad. I'm nothing but a dirty little cum vessel," I told him, as I had since I was five years old.

"You got that right, boy," my dad said with the same steely attitude he'd always had whenever calling me a cum pig. "I had a cum dump of a son when you were born. While other dads had sons who were baseball players, mine was born a cocksucking cum dump. You were put here to be a place for men to shoot their cum, weren't you? You're such a hungry little sperm slut that you even let your own father shoot his cum into that hole of a throat of yours, don't you? You got that mouth open to any cock, even your own daddy's - getting your own daddy to feed you his sperm."

I smiled at my dad and then looked at his big crotch as I nodded.

"Look at you," he then said. "Staring at your father's cock...my own son looking at my cock. You're so hungry for cock you even get into your dad's pants, don't you? That's the kind of son I had when you were born - a little boy that was going to be all hungry for his daddy's meat, sucking down the milk that went into making you. I got me the cum dump son when you were born. Hell, I could see that in you when you were no taller than the arm of that chair over there."

I looked over towards the kitchen quickly looking for my mom, just out of habit. I knew she was in bed upstairs so I crawled over to between my dad's spread legs and he let me feel his super big hard bulge. Since I was real little, I knew he liked that - being felt up like so much meat.

"You want to play with this some more?" he said with a smirking grin. "Hungry little cock-pig. You want to suck on your old man some more? I can see you do." He unbuckled his jeans quickly and then unzipped them. "I'm just one more john to you, ain't I son? Just one more man sticking his dick into you so he can pump seed into something. That's all you are, after all, just a fuckin' hole for cocks to use. You know that son, don't you?"

I nodded as I massaged my father's erection through his boxer shorts. And as I had done for years, I pulled his penis out of its fly and began to deep-throat him right there as he sat, legs spread on the couch in the family room.

"Screwing my son's throat," he muttered as he watched my lips suckle on his shaft. "Just like all those other men...thousands and thousands of other men. My kid, my own son, wrapping his mouth around any fucking hard cock out there...all that sperm in you...and always hungry for more...you'll drink any load out a set of nuts and still have your slut mouth glued to that glory hole tomorrow...my pig of a son, nothing but a sperm collection center. You might even see my cock"

His hips bucked a bit as he thrust his erection deeply into my throat as he said, "It was like you were made from sperm and that's all you fucking want."

With that, my dad grabbed the back of my head and held it down to his pubes as he unloaded another milky load down my throat.

When he was done, he let me get up. My dick was hard and my dad watched as I stood in front of him stroking my seven inches. He never sucked anything or me like that but sometimes he'd give me a buddy hand job. Even when I was little, he'd sometimes masturbate me in a bathroom stall while waiting for more men to come in. And he always let the different strangers do anything they wanted with me whether in a stall or on a picnic table deep along a trail. So I had a lot of strange adult men masturbate and even suck my cock. Even when I was just six and seven, I already had received dozens of blowjobs from men since some as they'd say, "had" to try sucking a little kid's dick.

One afternoon when I was in the woods at the age of seven, I remember that my dad stood lookout while four men molested me by all taking turns sucking on my cock and eating out my little butt as they had me stay still and flat on my back on a picnic table. I loved the feeling of having so many men towering over me as they took their turns playing with my privates and putting them into their mouths.

And when I was eleven, I started to make a little cum and immediately my dad said I could feed it to any man who wanted some. So then, although I was mostly always getting their cocks in me, when a man wanted to blow young dick looking for kid-sperm, my dad would tell me to let the man do it.

But dad never sucked me. In fact he never sucked anyone, from what I ever saw at least. He was what I suppose you'd call a top, since he liked putting his cock into me and liked to make sure men got their shot at me, too.

Despite that, he would watch me jerk off and even hold my nuts as I blasted a load. He just said it was the way a dad helped his son - how guys help one another out.

And usually we'd play in the bathroom or somewhere it didn't matter where my cum hit. But as we were in the family room, when he saw me on the verge of ejaculating, he looked around for something in which to catch my load.

He couldn't see anything at first but then happened to spot one of Jack Jr.'s bottles sitting on the coffee table. Without even giving it a lot of thought, he grabbed for it and twisted off the nippled cap.

"Here," he nearly whispered, "Shoot it into this...don't get it on your mother's carpet."

It was weird, but sort of smart since I knew that we could wash it out and my mom always sterilized the bottles in an electronic thing each morning anyway.

"Aim it in there, son," my dad said as he held the bottle to the head of my cock. "Come on, shoot."

I jerked off and then put my cock head into the mouth of my son's empty baby bottle. Both my dad and I watched as my semen squirted out of my dick and splattered along the clear interior of the bottle before running down the sides.

"That's it, that's the way," my dad said as he watched a puddle of my semen form in the bottom of the bottle. "Load that bottle up."

He then took the bottle away once I had discharged all my reproductive fluids into it. Holding it up, he gently made the thick semen slog back and forth some as he said, with a grin, "Damn, when you look at that...it sort of looks like milk. Don't it? Look at all that fuck-milk."

I looked as well and had to admit that it sort of did although I said, "It looks more like his formula actually than cow milk."

"Yeah, that's it," my dad said as stared at my semen in the bottle. "It looks like that Similac shit."

My dad's big dick was growing thick again as he stood up and screwed the nippled cap back onto the bottle. "Well, time for me to get to bed. I have a long day tomorrow."

He packed his meat back into his jeans and gripped my shoulder quickly, which had always been his way of saying thanks to me - thanks for being his cum dump.

I pulled my sweats up again and sat down to watch some more TV.

"You ought to be getting to bed soon, too," my father said before he left the room. "You got a full day's work ahead of you, too, don't forget."

"I know, I will," I replied. "I just want to watch 'Road Rules' and then I'll be up."

My dad left the room and for just another fifteen or twenty minutes, I flipped through channels, finding that actually nothing of any interest was on. Besides, I figured, the quicker I got to sleep, the quicker morning - and glory holing would come.

As I turned off the television set to head up to bed, I had another hard-on. I suppose I'd been thinking about spending a whole day at Dreamsicle and being just nineteen, well, my dick was easily provoked into full erection.

I passed through the kitchen and clicked off the light in there before heading up the stairs. Passing his room to get to mine, I could see that Jack Jr.'s door was shut, the entire way, which was strange since we always left it ajar. I figured that perhaps I had done that absent-mindedly earlier in the evening. But I knew it should be open so my mom or I could hear him if he started making noises in the night.

Without thinking, I turned the doorknob as to open it, but found it to be locked which was really strange. I tried again but, sure enough, it was locked.

Just as I was beginning to worry that I had accidentally turned the knob to a locked position earlier, it suddenly turned and the knob was now unlocked. I slowly opened the door as I could also feel it being pulled open from the opposite side.

"Shhhh," my dad whispered. "Quick, come in," he then added as his glance quickly went to the stairway that led up to his and my mom's bedroom. "Get in here."

I slipped into my son's room, which was also still sort of my dad's office to some extent, too.

The room was mellow and very dimly lit - lit only by my son's Guardian Angel nightlight that was on his dresser.

"What's going on?" I asked, in a hushed voice. I was all confused, but for some reason excited at the same time.

My dad locked the nursery door and as he did, I could see that his cock had been hanging out of his pants.

I glanced over at Jack Jr.'s crib and could see that he was lying on his back, but was awake.

"Between you and that whore of a mother he had, I got to thinking that my grandkid's probably another one of you born cum dumps. I bet his belly is churning and aching for seed. Don'tcha think? His little system, I bet, is aching for the stuff. His tiny belly turning over cuz it needs a daddy's special milk."

I was absently stroking my own cock as my father talked about my son, his grandson. I had never heard him ever mention Jack Jr. before ever this way. I had to admit that although it was a little shocking on some level to hear him thinking my son was born to be a cum dump, I wasn't actually surprised. I mean, my dad had me in the public toilets by five so I can't say I was surprised to hear him wondering about Jack Jr., even though he was just four months old.

"I bet this grandson of mine's belly is all churning up there, hungry for thick daddy-batter. I bet you made a fucking little baby cum dump. I mean, he's made of your cum-pigging seed, ain't he?" my dad muttered as if passing the idea by me or something. "I bet he'd never cry if he got a good load of warm milk sometimes," my dad said.

I stroked as I listened to my father talking about my son, his own grandson like he were nothing but a sperm hole in a crib.

"I came in here cuz I had an idea," my dad whispered as he came to my side as I stood looking into my son's crib. I then saw him grab a baby bottle from the small table that sat next to the crib. "Watch this," he said as he grinned at me.

I stood silently, my dick throbbing still inside my sweats as my dad leaned over the crib's railing and placed the nipple to my son's lips. Immediately Jack Jr. was nursing on what looked to be a nearly empty bottle. I looked and had to laugh as it was the first time I thought that his Similac, this white formula shit he had to drink instead of breast milk now, looked like cum or something.

"He loves the juice, son," my said whispered in a most lascivious tone. "Look at him...he's sucking it all down just like I thought he would."

I was a little confused. And my dad apparently could see that even through the dim of the room. "Its nut-juice, Jack," my dad said to me as he pulled the bottle away from my son a moment and shook it in my face. "You're in there...it's your daddy-milk I'm feeding your son, Jack."

"Holy fuck," I mumbled as I watched my dad return the sticky, nippled bottle to between my son's now equally sticky lips.

"He took to it the second I put it in his mouth before you came in," my dad said as though he was almost proud of the fact. "He's sucked down half your load already."

I could see that my on dad's cock was super-hard again and bouncing up and down as he fed his grandson the obscene beverage.

"That's my load...the same bottle from downstairs?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Isn't that cool?" my father chuckled. "He's officially a little cum eater now," my dad laughed in a low voice. "Just like you, eh?"

"You're feeding him...my...sperm?" I asked. It was both shocking to see and yet, again, didn't bother me. I mean, I guess subconsciously, I always figured that my dad would perv on my kid sooner or later. It was just happening a whole lot sooner than I ever would have guessed.

"Baby's first cum load," my dad whispered. "And it's out of his own dad's nuts."

Almost out of habit whenever anything was happening that was sexual, I pulled my sweats down under my nuts and began to stroke my boner openly as I watched my dad feed Jack Jr.

"I think he needs some more. What do you say?" my dad asked with this huge grin. "He looks like he's hungry, don't he? Hungry for more pedo milk."

And with that, my dad twisted off the nipple cap, put the bottle to the head of his own cock, and jerked off into it. His knees bent as he unloaded yet another load.

I always knew my dad was oversexed, even a sex addict. But I also knew from having had sex with so many strange men, that they were always super-hard and easily erect when diddling a little kid. I knew of few men, when molesting a kid, who couldn't stay hard forever and even shoot more wads of cum than they ever would normally. Heck, I knew that even men in their fifties and sixties, were often able to shoot two loads into me in just a half an hour session in a restroom stall or along a suck trail when I was a kid.

Grinning at me the entire time, my dad ejaculated, adding his sperm to that of mine which remained in the baby bottle. He then held it up and looked at his pearly fluids that mixed with my own.

Screwing the nipple cap back on, he said, "Look at all that milk. You and me in there. This little guy's dad and grandfather in there..."

He then looked at my son and added, "And soon to be in there."

I watched closely as he again put the shiny nipple into Jack Jr.'s mouth. It was obviously that my son tasted a different flavor now as he got his first drink of his grandfather's thick semen. His little nose scrunched up for a moment but then he took to it pretty well.

"I knew he'd be a fuckin' little cum pig," my dad said as he fed his cum to the infant. "Look at this baby slut drinking down all that goo."

I had to admit that although, apparently, he didn't even know what it was, Jack Jr. sure was nursing down the obscene jizz meal like it didn't bother him one bit.

"I read somewhere on the Internet," my dad said as he held the bottle to my son's lips, "You got to do this early to get them use to the taste and texture. He might get a little queasy in a while, but, then, this is a lot of cum all at once. And you can't force it too fast, since semen is viscous and can get hem coughing. But then, after the first few times, their little system gets used to the stuff."

I openly masturbated as my dad perved on my son and fed him our semen, some of it leaking out the corners of his mouth. I had never seen anything like it in my life.

Then, as Jack Jr. had finished gulping down the second load of semen of his short life, my dad pulled away the bottle and held onto it tight.

He then tucked his cock into his pants and zipped up. "Fuck, I never fed one that young before," he said with a grin. "Damn, four months old and see the way he sucked all that shit down? That was you and me in that bottle there. And see the way he was chugging down pedo milk?"

I had to admit that my dad seemed to be right. I mean, I had never done anything like that before either. And yet it was pretty damn hot to know two loads of cum went down my infant son's throat and were now sitting inside his stomach. But what also made it hot was how, like my dad said, he seemed to like the stuff. I suppose I had not given it any thought before but I guess I would have just presumed that a baby wouldn't like cum. But Jack Jr. sure didn't seem to have any trouble taking to it.

But then again, he was his dad's son, as they say. Maybe there was something to my own dad's theory that cum-pigging was innate and perhaps sometimes genetically inheritable.

I had seen other little kids over the years being used as cum dumps by their dads or some man acting like their dad, at least. I knew, saw, as some hated the stuff as their dads had them molested by other men secretly in men's rooms.

There was one little kid, no more than three years old who I remember had four men shoot their load in his face while his dad forced him to stand in a corner in a restroom at a rest stop at four in the morning. No one is there at four in the morning, other than truckers camped out for the night and perv dads bringing their sons in to be molested. But that one, he was pretty cute, too, a sandy blonde kid who seemed super-tired. My dad said his dad probably either woke him up during a long cross country perv drive or, like some dads did, woke him up from his own bed for a late night ride out to the rest area. Either way, the kid was sleepy but simply cringed each time a man shot his hot sperm into his face.

But then, and I know since I was one of them, that other little kids didn't seem to mind cum. I suppose they may have been the born cum pigs like my dad said. Or more than likely, they'd simply gotten used to the stuff from a molesting father, uncle, neighbor or someone.

"Let me go and rinse this thing out good. We sure don't need your mother find it."

As my father left the room, I looked at Jack Jr. and oddly for the first time, felt a special, deeper sense of a bond between us. I don't even know why really, since he hadn't done anything but drink down cum from a bottle. But I have to say, I felt closer to him. I even figured that it might be the secret for any dad to get or feel a closer bonding to his little son. Some dads are always working and not home all that much. And other men, a lot of us, just don't know what to do with our sons until they're older - don't know how to interact with or bond with an infant son.

But now I felt I had figured it out. Seeing your own little guy ingest the milky fluids from your own nuts, seeing him eat the same batter you know you shot to make him, is both highly erotic and also simply a special moment which any dad would enjoy. As his little eyes gaze up at you while he nurses on a bottle loaded in your semen, what deeper bond and connection could a father possible help make happen between himself and his son?

I made sure Jack Jr. was again secured in his bed. I rubbed his belly very gently, knowing he had the semen of both his grandfather and me inside of him. I chuckled since I had to admit that, in fact, he was a cum eater. No matter what he did in life, he'd had two different men feed him their cum. I then kissed his forehead a "goodnight" before leaving his room. As I went into the hallway, I passed my dad as he emerged from my bathroom. Smiling, he showed off a wet, freshly rinsed-out baby bottle before heading back downstairs with it.

The following morning, in the kitchen, when my mom was upstairs taking a shower, my dad handed me a hundred dollars and again reminded me of my promise to him.

"You get your cum dump of a throat to that place and make yourself useful to as many dicks as need it," he said. He then pointed to the bottle of Similac that my mother must have mixed up for Jack Jr. before she headed upstairs, since he was still asleep anyway.

Without a word, my dad gestured for me to stand watch at the kitchen door while he unscrewed the nippled cap and then unzipped his jeans. Standing at the kitchen table, dad quickly beat off and shot a big, healthy morning load of semen right into the baby's formula. He was looking over at me and grinning as he pumped off into the thick, milky Similac. Quickly, he then waved me over and handed me the bottle. As he tucked his penis back into his jeans and zipped up, he whispered, "Shoot another load into it," before he took my place at the door and watched for signs of my mother.

I unbuttoned my jeans as fast as I could and started to masturbate. I was so fucking horny anyway and there was just something about doing something so nasty that I figured could get to any guy. I stood there jerking off into my baby son's formula. But instead of thinking it wrong, I simply wanted to make sure every volley of my cum got into that bottle. As I blew seed, I pointed my cock head into the mouth of the bottle and watched my dick unload thick seed into my kid's morning meal.

My dad then stepped up to me again and told me to button up quick. He screwed the nippled cap back onto the bottle and very gently gave it two or three shakes in order to mix our semen into the formula. "Got to get the little guy used to the stuff," my dad laughed in a hushed voice.

Before my mom even returned to the kitchen, I headed out the door. I got to Dreamsicle early since I knew it was super-busy in the morning hours, with men on their way to work. And I sucked at a glory hole all day. I left the booth only once and that was to take a leak. But I literally remained in Booth 12 sucking dicks from seven in the morning until six-thirty in the evening.

And my dad and I kept up the feigned routine all that week. And we both fed our jack loads to Jack Jr. twice a day - in his morning bottle and then, again, every night after my mom went to sleep.

That first week, neither my dad nor I even put our dicks to little Jackie's mouth. Dad just seemed to content getting him accustomed to ingesting semen. And I suppose that it was best to feed it to him in a bottle, which he was used to, rather than risk scaring him with adult erections pushed into his face too soon.

The following week, after my dad and I squirted our morning loads into Jack Jr.'s Similac, and while my mom was still upstairs getting dressed, my dad had me go out onto the deck that was off the kitchen.

"Do something," he said in a very hushed tone, "while you're at Dreamsicle today." As he spoke, he pulled a small plastic container. It was one of those small, travel-size lotion dispensers you can buy at any drugstore. It had a wide mouth and a cap and yet fit into even the front pocket of his jeans.

"What's this for?" I asked innocently.

My dad glanced all around the backyard and then, with an evil grin, he whispered, "Thought you could help with some of the provisions around here...for your son."

I gave my dad a curious look, since I really didn't know what he was trying to say.

"I figure since you're at Dreamsicle now all day, taking all that cum," he went on to explain. "You can bring a little home...help out in the feeding of your kid."

"Wow," I replied although my dick stirred with just the thought of doing what my dad seemed to be suggesting.

In a barely audible voice, he said, "You know, just unscrew the cap sometimes during the day and ...catch a few loads...through the hole."

"You want me to get dicks to squirt their cum into the container?" I asked.

Nodding his head, my dad grinned. "The more you collect, the more juice he can nurse for tonight..." my dad whispered in reference to Jack Jr.'s secret, late night "feedings."

"You think that's..." I asked, "Okay?"

"Hell, its good enough for you, ain't it, slut?" my dad said flatly. "You're drinking all that juice...don't you want to share any with your own son? Besides none of the men need to know what you're doing or who will actually be ingesting their sperm in the end."

"No, it's not that," I said as I looked at the container. "It's just, you know, he's so little. Is it okay? Can he eat the loads from different dudes - just like from the glory hole?"

My dad chuckled at that. "Sure he will. He's getting used to the stuff already. Good time to introduce some more sources, don't you think? Just milk a few dicks into that vial and bring it home."

"Feed him bookstore sperm?" I asked.

"And where is he suppose to get it from? Sure, you got to bring some home from those places if you want to feed him a mess of sperm. It's easier than bringing him to them, don't you think? Besides, once men shoot their sperm into your side of the glory hole, it ain't theirs any longer. You can do any fuckin' thing you want with it. So what if they don't know their load is going into the feeding of some cum baby? Most of us men don't give a shit whose eating it when we step up to those holes."

"Just jerk 'em into this," I said as I flashed the container.

"Yeah," my dad said. And then with the flash of his smile he added, "And try to bring home as much as you can."

"Fill it?" I asked as I looked at the four-once container before slipping it into my back pocket.

"Yeah," my dad chuckled in a low voice. "Load that thing up if you can."

Then, my mom entered the kitchen and my dad and I returned to the house through the sliding glass door to greet her before heading out.

I drove that morning to Dreamsicle with an extra rush of nervous excitement. I had been spending the past seven workdays doing nothing but sucking dicks and taking loads at that place. The manager of the day shift even cut me a pass and stopped making me feed my machine. One evening, when I was leaving, in fact, he said, he didn't care if I fed the machines since "my presence" there was good for business.

Hell, anyone could have figured that. Men come in looking for head and expect some anonymous lips on their dick when they hit these glory hole places. They leave quickly if no one is "on duty," if you will. So with my mouth open to a glory hole, taking all cum shots, it made at least the booth adjacent to mine busy all day long. And that means cum for me, nut relief for strangers - and cold, hard cash for the bookstore.

But that morning, as I pulled into the parking lot, I had a hardon just knowing what I was going to be doing that day. I patted the container in my back pocket and knew it would be pretty easy to fill, since business had been hopping in recent weeks. I could spare drinking from a few dicks as to instead get some squirting their thick semen for the container.

I went to the back and fell right into being a service provider for five dicks in a row through the glory hole. It was often that way, as men were no-nonsense with their morning loads. Most needed to get to work and all needed to bust a nut after what may have been a long night.

Some men, even the married ones, think about getting a blowjob before work from the time they head off to bed the night before. Then when they arise and all morning as they jog, brush their teeth, shower, dress, eat breakfast with the kids, maybe even drop them at school and then start their drive to work.

So they're men ready to blast by the time they're standing in that booth and pressed against the glory hole. The dicks are hardest in the morning and the volume of semen is often the highest out of the morning crowd.

And so, although I knew it was early, I wanted to make sure I started collecting seed. Instead of shooting it all into my mouth, I actually had the lid off and the container ready to "catch" some anonymous cum by the first dick of the day. I deep throated this bull-hung man in business slacks through that hole - a great way to start to the day - and when he started blowing seed into my mouth, I ate the first blast but then pulled my mouth off of him. Quickly, I placed the container up to his flaring piss slit as it shot out more ropes of white, milky and anonymous semen.

I watched as this man unwittingly contributed to the "to go" container and laughed to myself as I knew that he had no idea some it would be fed to some infant later that day. But as my dad had said, I doubt any of these men much care about what becomes of their reproductive goo so long as they can shoot it into some thing.

Besides, we were all total strangers. This bull-hung businessman may not have a clue as to how his semen was going to be used. But then, I didn't know who he was either - and I'd be feeding his testicular juices to my kid.

Hell, I didn't even know what this man looked like or who he was, other than that he was some dude in a gray suit and had a huge dick.

In fact, I didn't know - couldn't even identify in a line up - the next six men who added a glop or two of their semen to the container as I blew them through the glory hole. I was getting good as holding the container open while drinking some of their load and then "catching" a shot or two for my kid's late night snack.

Four ounces isn't a lot of orange juice perhaps, but it is quite a bit of semen. It takes a few dudes adding their white protein in order to fill such a container to capacity. And after two hours of catching a final shot from this man and then that man, it still wasn't filled. And yet, I figured that would make my dad happy. Instead of a handful of guys shooting all their jizz wad into it at once, by collecting just a little from many dicks, the container already held a mixture of about ten different strangers' gene pools.

And that way, I got to have them, for the most part, all blow seed into my mouth and throat. After all, that is what the guys are there for anyway. They don't want a hand job to finish them off - even if it is to milk them into a container. They'd get suspicious if they didn't at least start shooting their wad into the sucking mouth.

Hell, by letting them bust a nut for the most part into my wet, hot sucking face hole, none of the guys even realized, I don't think, that I was saving their final couple of squirts for someone else - my infant son - to ingest.

By the time I left Dreamsicle at six that night, twenty-three strange dicks had all added some juice to the container, which was now brimming full of mixed, pearly viscous male reproductive seed.

I carried the obscene vial out of the place inside my back pocket but then, once outside, I pulled it out before getting into the driver's seat of my car. I didn't want any to spill so I placed it into the cup holder of the car and headed home, squeezing my bulge the whole way. I was so fucking horned up and couldn't wait to see the look in my dad's face when he saw the container.

I went into the house and saw that my dad wasn't yet home. I snuck the vial into my room and then met my mom in the family room where she had Jack Jr. in his rocking carrier. He smiled at me. So I kneeled right beside him and kissed his forehead, all the while knowing what my dad and I would be feeding him later.

As I knelt beside where he sat strapped into this Sesame Street musical carrier he was in, I had a fucking hardon in my jeans. And when my mom left the room for minute, I gently took Jack Jr.'s tiny hand and led it to where he was touching my hard dick where it was bulging the denim of my jeans. It was hot seeing a baby touching man-crotch.

But then my mom returned to the room and so I lay out next to Jack Jr., acting like I was talking to him, while actually, I was just hiding my rod from my mom.

She told me that the baby had just been fed and then she started to tell me about her day with Jack Jr., which I really didn't give a shit about. I just wanted it to be later in the evening when she'd be headed to bed.

That was becoming the best part of dad-son quality time - late nights when my dad and I would spend an hour in the nursery molesting Jack Jr.

My dad got home a few minutes later, and so my mom went into the kitchen to see about dinner. I picked up Jack Jr.'s carrier and passed my dad in the entry hall as I approached the stairs and as he was still taking off his Red Sox windbreaker.

"What you got there?" he asked with a grin.

"I was about to put him back to bed," I said. "Mom said she just fed him a little while ago."

As he closed the closet door, dad looked around and, hearing my mom in the kitchen far down the hall and around a corner, he said, "Well, look at our little guy. He being a good boy?"

Dad then stepped up to Jack Jr., as I held up his the carrier some and kissed Jack Jr.'s forehead once. But then, after glancing around again, he leaned in did something I had never seen him do before. He pushed his head closer into the baby's face and actually seemed to tongue kiss him.

Quickly, my father stood tall again and laughed as he whispered, "He's a fuckin' little tramp, ain't he?"

Before I could even do anything, my dad then grabbed the carrier from me and raised it up to my chest height. "Give him a good one. Kiss your son," my dad ordered as he grinned. I could see that my dad had a massive woody inside his jeans as he held the carrier. "Come on, plant one on the little slut...maybe he can taste some man's sperm still on your breath," my dad whispered.

I leaned forward and cautiously kissed my four month old's mouth.

"Come on, make out with him," my dad urged in a whispered voice. "Stick that cum-coated tongue of yours into his mouth."

I then licked Jack Jr.'s lips, tasting what seemed to be formula and sniffing in the fresh scent of baby. Then, I went for it and parted his delicate lips with my man tongue and then stuck it into his small mouth. I was Frenching my own infant son.

I pulled away and looked at my dad, who winked as he said, "That's the way...teach this one that he's a born slut. You get some loads like I said?"

My dad then handed the carrier back to me as he grabbed the mail that was set on a small side table in the entry hall.

I nodded and said, "It's full."

I thought my father would bust with the grin he gave as his knees buckled a bit in enthusiasm, "FULL?" he asked as he gave me a thumbs-up gesture. "Shiiiiit, that was a four ouncer...you got it filled...like to full?"

I again nodded as I whispered, "A little from a bunch of them..."

"Fuuuuck!" my dad roared in a hushed way. "How fuckin' many you think?"

'Twenty-three', I nearly mouthed as we could hear my mom approaching.

My dad gave me a priceless look of depraved thrill and utter shock which he quickly tried to hide it when my mom entered the entry hall saying to my dad, "You're home. I thought I heard you drive up but then you didn't come into the kitchen."

They then both disappeared into the hallway to return to the kitchen while I returned Jack Jr. to his crib.

As I headed downstairs, my dad was already headed up them. He grabbed my elbow and directed me to follow him into my bedroom. He closed the door as he said, "Your mother said dinner will be on in five minutes."

I could see that his huge crotch tent had returned as he stepped into the room and whispered, "So where is it?"

"What?" I asked.

"The vial, Jack," he said as he groped himself. "Show me the container."

I opened my top dresser drawer and pulled it out. My dad was all grins as he took it from me and whistled. "You fuckin' cum pig," he mumbled as he stared at the semen through the clear plastic. "Damn, look at all that fuck sauce. You fuckin' cum hole...getting all this breeder juice into one flask...you said its twenty-how-many guys in here?"

"Three...twenty-three," I replied with a smile since I was so proud of making my dad obviously so pleased.

He sloshed the mixture although it didn't much move since the container was indeed so loaded. "Damn, we're going to make that little slut of yours an official little cum pig tonight. There ain't even adult cum pigs who eat the dick-sauce from almost two dozen strangers in one sitting."

My father's dick was throbbing inside his jeans and so I leaned over and began to massage it through the fabric. He let me unzip his jeans as he put the container back into my open dresser drawer. I squatted to suck him off, as I had hundreds of times in my bedroom since I was little, he grabbed souvenir shot glass off the top of my dresser. In just a few minutes, since we often did a quickie before dinner, as he was about to cum, he placed the glass to his cock head and squirted two shots of his cum-load into it before sticking his dick back into my mouth.

Then, with my dad's cum still on my breath, we went into the nursery next door. I stood guard at the door but I also watched him as he went up to Jack Jr.'s crib. My dad's dick looked big in his jeans as he smiled at me as he dipped his index finger into his own semen which was in the souvenir shot glass. He then bent into the crib and put his cum-coated finger in the baby's mouth. Of course, Jack Jr. sucked on his thick finger and in-so-doing sucked down all the thick, warm goo of his grandfather. My dad repeated the process three or four times until the semen was gone - or, rather, inside little Jackie's throat and stomach.

We then headed back downstairs where I caught my dad double-checking his zipper before entering the kitchen. We sat down to beef stroganoff and my mother telling my dad and me all about her day and how she took Jack Jr. out with her to the supermarket where, as she said, "Everyone just ooohed and ahhhed over him...even the men."

I saw my dad snicker at that he shot me a quick glance. I knew what he was thinking. Same thing I was thinking which was little Jackie would have nearly two dozen men inside of him in a way. I wonder how many of them would be appalled by how their sperm would be used - versus just how many of them would find it to be the hottest thing ever.

I knew enough about most men from having been their cum dump since I was little, they'll unzip and squirt a load into a little guy if they feel safe enough. If they see the dad's offering it or the kid is easily accessible or if the environs are safe or someone is standing watch or other men all also all molesting the kid, most men will cross that line.

And they'll cross it like it's the biggest, albeit, the most nerve racking, sexual high of their life. Many men, when first presented with the actual opportunity, unzip their slacks faster so quickly that their hand is a blur. Like they'd been waiting for such an opportunity all their lives or something.

None pass the opportunity to molest a little guy - especially if they can see that he's sitting with his pants down in a stall in a public restroom or his own dad is standing watch as other men all molest his kid in a huddle around some sleazy picnic table in the cruise woods.

I'd seen it a million times. If men saw me with my dad, and I was wearing my little red Speedo in the summertime in the cruise woods, as he held my hand and led me down one of the suck trails, you'd get not just one man following, but we'd have sometimes seven or ten different men tailing us "just to see what was up."

It never failed either. By the time we'd reach the picnic table or the biggest gathering tree, there'd always be various men hovering at some distance in hopes of seeing...doing...something nasty to a little boy. You'd even see some groping themselves openly, as they'd all be scouting the woods. They'd see one another and, as if by some unspoken agreement, they'd just grin or wink at one another as if they all knew what the others were thinking and up to as they followed.

And my dad and I didn't even always need to start anything. Sometimes, if it was hot, he'd pull off my small tee shirt and that would be enough for some men, I guess. But we'd reach a tree and my dad would pretend to be showing me leaves up high. And knowing that no "normal" dad can't see a dozen men tagging behind, when they got close enough, some of them would even unzip and wag their dicks - off in the distance but certainly close enough for the kid to see.

My dad would play it out and let me see the penises, as he pretended not to notice. But that was all it took. As men in groups realized it was okay, they get closer and approach more boldly. I suppose some could spot a mid woody in my own dad's pants as he'd have me stand next to the "suck tree."

There are always one or two bolder men - often the older men - who are pure pedos who will be the boldest and first to approach, wagging their dicks as they hang out of their fly.

Or some would come right up, pants closed but with a tenter inside them and start to make "small talk" with us. But they were just feeling out my dad and me. And pretty soon one would say something about me being in my red Speedo and sneakers. With some look from my dad or perhaps the fact he didn't stop them, two men at once sometimes would crouch down and molest me. They'd smile and run their hands along by front side and then my backside, where they'd stick their hands inside my red Speedo and trace a thick finger along my butthole.

Of course, that would get the other men, most of whom never encountered such an opportunity most likely, to approach and join in the gang molestation. Or some would just stand and beat off as they watched it.

I suppose that since most men never are presented with the opportunity, they all take advantage of the opportunity when it arises. And since it is relatively uncommon, when a dad brings his little kid to the cruise woods to get molested by strangers, he gets molested by a lot of them.

It's just that there is the reality that many men harbor a desire to molest but oftentimes, there is just one little guy to go around. And that equation then further bumps up the thrill factor for these men, since they go from never thinking they'd ever do such a thing or ever encounter a child in that capacity. And then they're in the middle of a gangbang molestation of a small tyke in a hidden pocket of the woods or an isolated park toilet.

I suppose, since even when I was little, I'd hear some men say it to either my dad or just to one another, that they didn't think too much about molesting a little boy in such a place because "obviously his dad don't care" or "what's he doing here then?" It often boiled down to the fact that many men think some kids are there or available to be molested.

And as odd it might sound, they aren't really incorrect. I was there, brought into such situations by my dad, with the purpose of being molested by strange men. And he took me to such places where many men could gather because he wanted me molested by many - especially in groups.

And it's simply common sense that guides some of the men who take advantage. The can read the situation for what it is. Few dads take their four-year-old son into a cruise woods and then park him on a picnic table deep along a suck trail. That's half the battle. And often all a dad needs to do.

In minutes, there will be three, five, even a dozen men hovering in the vicinity and even just coming right up to that table. Many will have a hardon in their trousers even if they're making chit-chat about the weather.

Hell, if its summer, some men are cruising in just a Speedo themselves. That type loves the opportunity to approach a table where a little kid and his dad are hanging out. I'd be five and six years old and men would stand with their arms akimbo and talking to my dad as they were actually flaunting their hardons or adult penis inside the Speedo.

There would be times when these men would be talking to my dad about the heat or mosquitoes - almost acting like I wasn't there and that didn't have their huge bulges within a foot of my face. But when I'd reach out and begin to squeeze them, they'd all go quiet and laugh amongst themselves that I seemed to like those big things...

...and it always resulting in me sucking on several big cocks and having these strangers shoot their warm sperm into my mouth as my dad watched.

Actually getting me molested was always a lot easier than anyone may have ever suspected. You would have maybe thought it was difficult or impossible to get into some locations. But actually, many of the suck woods weren't even patrolled. All the men there or those who followed down trails at least, were looking for something exciting and hopefully nasty.

Heck, it was always just a matter of driving in as lunch hours would start, park exactly where all the cruisers would and then sit there a minute or so. That way, my dad could get a sense of who was around and just how many men were straining a neck to check out the kid in the car.

Then, just like any father and son, my dad would have me get out. And in just my sneakers, snug tee shirt and red Speedos, he'd take me by the hand and directly into the woods, along a good cruise trail.

In moments, after disappearing into the bushes, you'd hear several car doors open and clam close as men would follow.

Other times, we'd get to the woods, park and head directly down a trail. If there were several empty parked cars, most of the men were already on the trails. My dad would lead me by the hand and we'd sometimes walk right by or into a group of men playing.

Some would be surprised, especially by seeing a little kid of six with his daddy. They'd zip up and leave. But others would tuck their dicks away but then stand there, waiting to see what was up. Again, it was a matter of men knowing that few dads take their little guys down those suck trails. And being in a red Speedo made men wonder what exactly I was doing there.

Those men would often pull their dicks out again once they got the sense that my dad was okay.

And other men wouldn't even stop what they were doing. Many didn't seem to care if a dad and his son were hiking nearby or not. They'd sometimes even show their erect cock off or wag it as to catch a little boy's attention.

I suppose they figured I was brought there to be molested. And if not, they could simply claim to have been taking a leak when the little guy caught a glimpse of their adult meat.

But of course, my dad would always lead me over to them and let them molest me next to the tree.

After dinner that night, I watched some TV with my parents. My mom brought Jack Jr. into the room for a while and I played with him some while my mom flipped through channels. But having him in the room did nothing it seemed other than to tease my dad and me into wishing it were bedtime when we could get on with diddling with him. All I could think about as he played with a Fisher-Price ring toy was how there were four fluid ounces of milk from the testicles of strangers up in my room which this little one would soon have fed to him.

At seven-thirty, I returned Jack Jr. to his room and then went out for a while. I was so fuckin' horny that I even drove over to Dreamsicle again and sucked three more cocks before then returning home again by ten o'clock.

As the automatic garage door opened, I could see that my dad must have been fixing his power saw in workshop portion of the two-car garage all evening. He'd been working on that thing for about a week.

Seeing me pull into the garage, he stopped what he was going and gave a quick wave. He came up to my car side as I was getting out and the garage door was closing. "She's still up," he said in an excited but slightly annoyed tone. "'Been waiting for your mother to go to bed."

I could clearly see beneath the glaring light bulb of the garage that my dad was sporting wood. His massive meat pressed against his jeans and prompted me to reach out and grope it for him. He let his arms fall to his side as he enjoyed the sensation.

"That's it, you fucking cum dump," he groaned. "So where did you disappear to? "Go out and suck more dicks or something?"

I pulled a very small bottle out of my sweat jacket and showed it to him. It had once held Scope mouthwash that I used on a trip once. But before leaving the house earlier, I had rinsed it out and slipped it into my pocket.

"What's in there?" my dad asked with a knowing, devilish laugh easily seeing that it wasn't Scope.

"Three more loads," I replied in a whispered voice as my dad took the small bottle from me and held it up to the light.

"Look at that thick fuckin' nut-juice." he said with a smile. "Hell, that's just three loads?"

I nodded knowing that this time out, I didn't eat any the semen the men shot out. Instead, in favor of collecting more semen for the nursery bottle, I had all three loads pump off into the bottle.

"They all must have been needing to bust a nut," my father said as he handed the bottle back to me. "Big fuckin' loads."

I squeezed my dad's big crotch some more and he pulled back. "Let's save it for the baby," he whispered as he winked at me. "Twenty-three anonymous donors, plus another three unknown loads... plus three of mine and two of yours today...shiiit, that little guy is going to be swimming in a mess of sperm tonight." He then caught himself and chuckled, "Or should I say 'a mess of sperm is going to be swimming in him tonight'?"

More to come.