Perverts 'R' Us

Just Sitting on the Can

By ToddX ( MM/b, anal, oral, ws )

I'm sitting on the can. Nothing unusual in that. I'm sitting on the can in the public change room. Keeping an eye on the glory hole. Nothing unusual in that at all. Nice way to spend an afternoon. Or an evening. Late night. Or even a morning, catch the on-the-way-to-work-and-didn't-get-it-last-night shift. You can find me there several days a week, in summer. Or winter. You get the picture.

I'm a glory hole pig. Guy goes in a stall, pulls it out. Pisses. Or not. Gives me a show. Pulls back his skin if he's got skin. Gets hard. Or not. Steps up to the hole, my mouth is right there. Nothing better than a cock in your mouth, growing hard. They all taste different, look different, feel different, smell different. Been addicted. Since about the age of eight. When I first discovered what these holes were for. Figure most of those guys never knew how young the mouth was on the other side. Just liked blowing a load in a mouth, zipping up and going about their day. Fine with me.

So I'm sitting there on the can. Naked. You gotta be naked. Although, okay, sometimes I wear an old wife-beater. Old as in sweat-stinky, cum-stained, grayish from age, getting thin in places. Otherwise naked though. Easier to stroke that way. Easier for a guy to figure what's what if he takes a quick peek in the crack of the door before he goes in the last stall. Easier to get cum splattered or dribbled all over your chest, feel it running down into your crotch. The cum you don't swallow, that is.

So I'm sitting there naked on the can, semi-hard. Already blew five dicks this afternoon. Been here what, three hours. Not bad, but not great either. Busy day at the beach. Lotta guys are jumpy. Don't wanna get caught. Don't wanna be seen leaving the stall and thinking other guys know what they've been up to.

So two minutes ago I blew this Jew guy. Don't call me racist. Hairy bod, hairy ass. Thick, dark fur. Cut. Let me lick his hole at the hole. Fucked my mouth hard, real hard and fast. Got down on his knees and I did the same, sucked him, gave him a hand job, he blew like half a cup of juice all over me and my tongue and the floor. Some is still sliding down the wall and pooling on the floor between the stalls when I hear footsteps.

Guy goes in the stall with his kid. Fine. Great. Time out for me. I mean, kids are sweet to think about and all but damned if I'm going to jail for the rest of my life. It's a beach, kids and dads come in all the time. Kid needs a hand, or the dad is nervous about letting his kid go in a public can unattended. Can't blame him, guys like me sitting around, dick in our hand, haha.

So kid comes in, I see bare feet, both of them. Hear and see motions and shadows of dad taking off the kid's bathing trunks. Sort of lean back so I can see who's who there. Nice dad. Early twenties, hair on his chest and down his belly. Not as much as Jew-man but nice in that real-guy way. Kid's maybe five, maybe six. Dark hair. Cute. I'm semi-boned, not sure why.

Kid and dad, they're chatting. Dad's like: "Sit up there and go pee-pee."

Kid's making little grunting noises. I hear the tinkle.

Kid says: "There's cream."

I'm like, "Whoa, kid."

"Do you think so?" the dad says. "Do you think it's cream like Daddy's?"

"Is it yours?"

"No, silly billy, I've been with you in the lake. It's another man's. Maybe it's from the man next door."

Dunno if he means me or his neighbor. Not in a position to ask.

I see the dad's finger slide through the liquefying pool on the floor. Then he says: "Does it taste like Daddy's?"

This I have to see, and I lean in. Sure enough, I kid you not, naked little boy's sitting on the toilet, perched right near the front, and he's licking his dad's cum-wet finger.

"No, he says. It's not yours, Daddy."

Dad says: "Did you finish pee-pee?"

That's right, I think, put on a tease show and then split.

"Yes."

"Then why don't you clean up the cream? Just like you do at home."

Jesus, I swear that's what I heard. Said as much for my benefit as anyone's.

I see feet, little boy feet, then I see shadows, and I can tell the kid's getting right down on the ground.

Dad: "Lay the other way, so the man next door can see you."

Kid shuffles around, lays beside the toilet, right under the divider wall. Feet against the wall and head towards the front of the stall. Spread out there for all, or me, to see.

I'm boned like you wouldn't believe. Now I'm not a pedo, I made that clear. I like men. I like grampa cock, businessman cock, janitor cock, college dude cock, okay even high-school cock. I don't do kids.

But there's a five-year-old sprawled naked on the floor of the public washroom, and he's licking cum off the floor. Looks serious about it, too. Frowning slightly. Not bothered by it.

I see shadows of Dad leaning forward, I see his big hand on his kid's round white butt cheek. Dad squeezing. Hand vanishes, red finger marks on the kid's ass. Kid licking cum. Dad's hand waves under the stall wall.

"Don't hesitate," he says.

I grunt a you-gotta-be-kidding laugh. I say: "This a sting?"

His hand sliding over his kid's butt. He says: "Does it look like one?"

I say: "Is this a spectator sport?"

He says: "Not always." Gives a little laugh.

I reach down, brush my hand up the kid's thigh, over his left ass cheek. My heart is like going to explode, I can hear my blood pumping in my ears.

Kid's tongue slowly lapping up cum. I touched a kid's ass. I actually did it. And nobody screamed. Nobody called for help.

I wipe my finger through the cum-puddle, or what's left of it, and then wipe it along the kid's crack.

He lifts his ass off the floor for me. Lifts his ass up against my finger. I slime used cum up his crack. His cheeks are round, firm, white. I feel like a monster. I feel stoned.

"Mmm," Dad says, "looks like the man likes it nasty."

"Yeah," I croak.

I see Dad's knee and thigh up against the stall wall, sliding under, and I know what's happening before it happens. Kid pushes up on his elbows. I hear sucking. A sound I know well. There's no mistaking it. There's no mistaking Dad's sound of relief. I get down for a look. As if I won't really believe it unless I see it.

I see it. Five-year-old sucking on his dad's thick meat. Big thick bush. Big hairy balls swinging, hitting the kid's chin. Must be Hairy-Guy Day at the beach.

Dad says: "C'mon over." I see him get up. I hear movements, little breathy sounds from the boy. I look through the hole. He's sitting on the toilet. He's licking the head of his dad's dick, not touching it, just licking like it's a Popsicle. I stand up and poke my own bone through the hole. Within seconds I feel a mouth on it. I can tell it's the kid's mouth. It feels small. But experienced. He knows tricks with his tongue. Tricks I thought only I knew. Damn.

"C'mon over," Dad says again.

I step back, see my dick glistening with boy-spit. I pick up my shorts and runners and wife-beater, slide back the lock and step into the hall. I hear their lock slide back, and I open the door. Dad's got his back to me, but he looks over his shoulder, looks me up and down.

"Nice," he says.

Well, you know, I look after myself. I'm fit, but I'm not like addicted to the gym. Trim. Tanned. Boned practically to the ceiling.

"Not bad yourself," I say. Noticing his hairy butt. I like hairy butts.

He shuffles aside and I see the kid going down on him. Kid's got a bone of his own. I'm wondering when did I pass out, when did I start hallucinating? Am I right now in fact on the floor of my stall, twitching and shaking and swallowing my tongue, thinking, in my dying moments, that I'm actually in another stall with a naked grown man and his naked little boy, watching the little boy deep-throat his dad's cock?

I step in beside him and the boy comes off his dad, goes to work on me.

"Jesus," I say.

Dad says: "Alexander, actually. Wasn't my first choice of name, though. You can call him boy. Or cunt."

That word seems to make the kid's throat open up even more. He's taking me almost all the way down. Not gagging. Frowning slightly, like that Mikael kid in the movies you can see on P2P.

He pulls off me, takes a few deep breaths. Dad puts his hands under the kid's arms, lifts him up so he's standing on the seat. Squats down, eyes on me, and takes the kid's bone in his mouth. Reaches up for my hand and tugs me down.

We're both licking the kid's dick and nuts. Though things so small can hardly be called nuts. They're no bigger than grapes, even smaller maybe. In a little smooth sac. Hairless above. His bone is maybe a titch over two inches. Brushing tongues with Dad while we lick up and down, take turns sucking. I move up him, suck on one of his flat, pink nipples. Lift his arm and take a tongue swipe through his pit. Dunno where to start or stop. Want everything now and want one thing at a time. Realize I have a hand on his ass. His cheek fits right in my hand, it's that small and round. Like a grapefruit. But soft and warm.

Dad straightens up, turns the kid around. The kid doesn't need to be told to bend forward, hands on the tile wall. Dad pulls the kid's cheeks apart.

"Who's first?" he says.

I just stare.

He shrugs, bends forward, licks. Licks his kid's bum-hole, flicking his tongue over that little pinky-brown circle. Licks all the way up and down the crack. I move forward, down. Still dreaming, hallucinating, twitching, dying. The air feels thick, like water. His hole is close to my mouth. I can smell him. Like what you think a boy smells like. Besides the lake. Boy sweat. Boy funk. My tongue on his hole. His dad's hand on my dick. Dad licking my dick slime off his fingers, going in for more and feeding it to the kid.

I'm pushing my tongue into the kid's hole. He doesn't make a sound. He opens for me. Suddenly I've popped inside, I can taste him, his butt-hole puckering over my tongue. Somehow I got a finger in there, too. Don't remember when.

Sounds of feet at the urinals. A door slamming. Laughter from the change room end of the building.

Dad standing, spitting in his hand, wiping it on his dick.

"Jesus," I say.

Dad smiling at me. Or leering.

Dad pressing the head of his fat dick up against his kid's hole. His own son's bum-hole. His son's fuck chute. Shit-hole. Boy-fucker.

Fingers on my dick. Not mine. The kid's grabbing me, tugging my dick toward his face. His tongue is out, same as mine at the glory hole. I step in, let him twist sideways, start sucking me while he winces slightly as his dad pushes in.

I am past thinking I cannot fucking believe this.

Sound of a toilet flushing. Sound of volleyball players cheering outside. Sound of a dad's fat dick sliding in and out of his five-year-old boy's cunt.

Hands tight on the kid's hips. Pounding in.

"I cum fast," the dad says, looking at me, then at the ceiling, then closing his eyes.

Who wouldn't?

He grunts, once, twice, rams up hard against the kid's ass. The kid moaning on my red-hot dick.

Dad pops out, fast, says to me: "Stick it in there, then feed it to him."

Who would argue? I hold the kid's hair in my hand, slide him off my bone, take a couple steps back and bend over and lick his hole, lick his dad's leaking jazz off his little boy hole, and then push my spit-wet dick against it. Watch my dick like I'm watching a documentary: man's dick, pedo dick, boy's hole, man pushes, slowly, jizz-slimed hole opens, gives way, pedo's dick slides in.

It's warm. That's all I think. Not sure what I expected to think. I've fucked before, though I prefer to get fucked, and not really thought much about what a guy's hole feels like inside. But it's warm, and wet, and tight, and I pull out and the kid has his mouth open and it's like it's perfectly normal to let him open his mouth and let my man-cum and boy-spit and boy-ass and boy-shit-stained cock slide into his mouth, smear his lips with all those juices, and I'm gonna blow, it feels like a fucking volcano in me ready to blow, Dad flopping his leaking, wet, half-soft dick onto the kid's ass, pushing it inside again.

I'm holding a hand behind the kid's head, pulling him into me, his nose pressed into my sweaty, cum-stained bush, I hear him choke, I push deeper, Dad wiping fingers up the kid's crack and holding them out to me, they're in my mouth. I'm sucking like a calf at its mother's teats, sucking his cum off his fingers. I'm cumming, I'm blowing loads right down the kid's throat. He's swallowing, gulping, choking, cum spraying out his nose, Dad saying "Yeah, give it to the cunt." I'm cumming down a boy's throat, cumming, head back and hitting the wall, my hands in his hair, my cum everywhere, in his hair, on his face, on his chin, in his mouth. I can't get enough, I can't get enough of anything, I want to be deeper in this boy, deeper.

My breathing comes down to normal, the sparks leave my eyes. The kid nurses my cock in his mouth, tongue rolling it. The smell of cum and sweat and toilets. The dad watching me, slowly kneading his dick. Kid lets me slide out of his mouth, and he turns and sits on the toilet, spreads his legs, leans back, looks up at his dad.

Dad leers at me. Says: "Always gotta take a leak after I blow."

No, I think, no more. Too much at once. Overload. Fuses blowing. Breakers tripping. Lights going out.

Dad pissing on his boy. Thick hard stream, the smell, kid's mouth open, kid's hands wiping it all over himself, over his crotch, in his pits, over his chest and belly. Kid smiling.

I hold my dick and start to piss. I'm near the kid's head, he tilts it back and opens his mouth and I piss right inside.

Dad says, "A fucking urinal."

Kid gulping. Not filling his mouth and letting it spill out like a lot of guys. Drinking piss. Washing down my cum.

I finish pissing and the kid licks the end of my half-hard dick. Runs his little fingers through my bush, combing it.

Dad gets his trunks off the floor, pulls them on. Still half-hard himself.

"Jesus," I say. Or gasp. Or breathe.

"Thanks," the guy says. "That was great."

An understatement.

"You guys…" Not sure how to say it. "You guys come here often?"

He grins. "No, from up north. We're visiting for the week."

I don't say anything, but I must show what I feel about that.

"We're not far, though. Here often enough. Or. Or you could come and visit. Would Alexander like that?"

The kid is shiny with piss and cum. "Yeah!" he squeals, like he was just asked if he wanted to go to Disneyworld.

I take my old wife-beater and wipe the kid dry. Lick him in places. Kiss him. Smell him, touch him, eyes closed. Let him suck my tongue deep into his mouth.

Dad says: "Yeah, maybe you should come for a visit."

He squats down and holds his boy's trunks to step into. The kid holds on to me while he steps into the leg holes, and when Dad slides the trunks up his legs, I'm sorry to see his little dick and nuts and white ass vanish.

"It looks…," I say. I sound like a retard, I know. "It looks like he's done this before."

Dad listens, sees if anyone's too close. We're alone.

"He's a cock whore, my boy is. We're at the beach for the day, and he'll suck a few more cocks. I'll take him to the park tonight and he'll suck more, and he'll take cock up his cunt."

He's standing close to me, and he puts a hand on my dick. Feels my rock-hard bone.

"Come tonight. By the picnic benches near the fir trees. There'll be other guys. It's safe. I'll give you our address. Don't have a pen right now."

Two hands on my bone. One the boy's, one his dad's. Both stroking. I'm leaking again already.

"Looks like stud boy's ready for more," Dad says.

"Mmmm," Alexander squeals. He jumps up and pushes down his trunks, kicks them off. Doesn't need any help after all.

Dad: "Guess that answers the question."

Kid stands on the toilet seat, ass towards me, bends over. I spit in my hand, pull back my skin, slather up, push against his hole. I can see he's opening for me, I can see the dark hole surrounded by his boy-lips. I am crazy. I push in. I push all the way in. I can feel him wet and warm with his dad's cum. I push all the way in and reach around and feel his dick. Hard and small like a piece of asparagus. I jerk it.

Dad pushes his trunks down to his knees. Erect. Leaking foreskin. He turns around, arm against the wall, rests his face against his arm and presents his furry ass to his son.

I am fucking a five-year-old boy in a public washroom while the boy eats out his dad's hairy shit-hole. Lapping, sucking, nose and mouth right in that dark, matted crack, small white hands on those dark, matted cheeks, my own tanned hands on the boy's round white cheeks. Fucking his hole. Fucking a boy. Someone pissing a few stalls down.

I cum. Too soon but it's still fucking amazing. I hold my breath and shoot my juice deep inside the boy. Molten lava, searing out of me. I stay there, feeling the warmth and tightness, feeling myself soften inside him, hearing myself breathe. I say, for some reason, "How nasty does he like it?"

"You name it," the dad says.

What else would you say while your pre-school son is rimming your ass?

I slowly pull out, hear the pop, feel some cum dribble out onto my dick. I slide down the wall and plant my mouth over the kid's hole. Slimed with cum. Some browner smears. I put my mouth over it and lick and suck, I push my tongue inside and suck, he helps out, I can tell, pushing down, pushing his dad's and my own jizz out into my mouth, he grunts and I moan and his dad says, "Yeah."

When I take my mouth away the kid turns, knowing, squats on the seat and his lips are parted, I lean over him and open my mouth and let the cum and ass juices drizzle onto his tongue, over his lips, his face. He closes his eyes and I think I could fuck him for hours, for days, for weeks.

Dad bends down, deep-kisses his kid, comes away with cum all over his lips, pulls me down, a hand on the back of my neck, the three of us snowballing, tasting the cum out of each other's mouths. I could stay here for years.

Dad stands. "Get your trunks on," he says.

Alexander jumps off the seat and pulls on his bathing trunks.

I'm still squatting against the wall. Naked. Tasting cum. Tasting boy hole. Seeing that hard little cock dancing practically in front of my face. A foot away.

He adjusts his little boner inside his trunks. He says, "I hope you can come tonight."

I look up at the dad, as if he might change his mind.

"Yeah," he says, "round about eleven things heat up. And we'll talk about you coming up north. For a party. We have parties."

He kind of drags out the last word as if I know exactly what he means. I can imagine. I'm not innocent. You hear about these things. And then he slides the lock back and they leave, just like that, he takes the boy's hand and they walk out. And I'm crouched against the wall like I've been beaten, I'm naked and my dick is still slimed from the kid's ass, my mouth is all cummy, my wife-beater is damp with cum and piss, and someone goes in the next stall, brown loafers and hemmed jeans, older guy must be.

I glance up and see a finger at the hole, quick, but I can't, I just can't. I need to go home and lay in my bed and think about what I just did. And I glance up and there's a dick in the hole, fat, uncut, bouncing as it grows hard, hairs poking out the zip fly, and I'm up and sitting on the toilet and that cock is in my mouth, because, you know, there's nothing better, and because, you know, there's a lot of time to kill until eleven.