THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLEST ENTREPRENEUR


by DannyR (MMMM/bbb, incest, oral, anal, piss, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2009-2011.  All rights reserved.

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DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didnt happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

EXTREMELY SPECIAL IMPORTANT READ-ME-FIRST-TYPE NOTE:  If you havent read any of Mr. GloryholeJunkies stories, especially his masterpiece <ahem> Whoring with Dad...and you like incredibly hot pedo jackoff fantasy stories with the additional attraction of pedo-slanted philosophical introductions that are nearly as hardon making at times as the story themselves...then you have missed a major treat for your meat!  He is an incredibly talented writer, endlessly pedo inventive, but unfortunately, although he has a hot blog, he apparently isnt writing any more <major sigh>.  One of the stories he never finished was a seven-chapter story called The Littlest Entrepreneur.  Be sure to read the note that goes with Chapter 1 of the Further Adventures.

THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLEST ENTREPRENEUR

Chapter 2.  Rudy Gets A Ride

Rudy got in the back of the limousine.  Wait until he told his best friend, Johnny, that he got to ride in a limousine!  With a driver holding the back door open for him.  As he clambered in he suddenly realized he wouldnt be riding alone.  There was a man there!  A stranger.  He wasnt supposed to...but then the stranger spread his legs, it was like he was sitting in a spotlight, by the other door, wearing a light colored suit coat, his pale tan shirt open all the way down to one button above his belt, showing off a very furry chest.  With some big gold chains.  And a big bulge between his legs.

A really big bulge.

The boy looked up and the strange man, well, not really strange, was looking right at him.  He moved his left hand, a big hairy paw, over the mound of his slacks.  And squeezed.  All the while looking just like Mr. Stan said men would look at a hot little boy who liked drinking daddy milk.  Right from the tap.  Rudy had to look away as he got himself seated, his backpack beside him, and reached for the seatbelt.

Wouldnt youse like tsit over by me?

If little Rudy had known the phrase he would have been thinking, Is the Pope a fucking Catholic?  As it was, he didnt, but the emotion was there. He scrambled across the backpack and over the wide, smooth leather seat, his eyes focused on the prize.  Oh, wow, his prize twitched.  And grew!  Yes, wow, indeed.

Youse is the lil cocksucker, right?

Rudy looked up from the mans groin, with an indignant look on his face.  He wasnt quite sure what a cocksucker was, but hed heard older boys at school saying it and he knew from their voices it was something bad.  Im not a cocksucker.

The man groped his bulge again.  Rudys eyes locked on it.  So whats this, kid?

Rudy didnt look up.  His plump pink tongue darted out to lick his lips.  Your thing.  Uh, your penis.

And you like sucking on a mans penis, his thing?

Rudy nodded his head eagerly.  Hed only had two helpings on Tuesday, but he knew he wanted more.  That hot, salty, bleachy, thick white daddy milk was the bestest ever.  Better than moms lasagna.  

You like drinking down all the juices that come out?  The man was unzipping his pants; Rudy was mesmerized.  He just nodded again as the man reached inside, worked open the front of his boxer briefs and hauled his slab of meat out into the backseat air.  Oh, wow again.  It was the biggest mans penis he had ever seen.  Not that hed seen all that many.  Just those men in the toilet who watched while Frankie played with his hard thingie and sprayed out all that daddy milk, some of which had gotten on Rudys hand, and hed licked it right up.

And of course hed seen Stans grandpa thingie, too, right before he shoved it in Rudys little mouth and moved it in and out until he gave Rudy a big, choking drink of grandpa milk.

Rudy wasnt really sure he could get his mouth around the new mans thing, it was so big.  But he knew he wanted to try, knew he wanted to taste this mans daddy milk, too.

Youse want tsuck on this?

Yes, please.  

Rudy was such a polite little whore, lil Gianni thought.  Well, this is my cock, so that makes youse a lil cocksucker, kiddo.

The boys face fell, and lil Gianni realized what the problem was.  Probably some kids at school badmouthing cocksuckers.  He knew what the other men in his family said and thought about cocksuckers, even if they made use of them on frequent occasions with a wide variety of excuses about why they needed to.  He also knew what theyd likely say and do, probably with a Glock nine millimeter, if they knew about his own perversions.  He reached out and stroked the little boys hair, caressing the back of his head, gently pushing him down toward his aching, leaking meat.  Dont listen to them kids, lil one. Youse just go ahead n be the best damn cocksucker there is.  Why, Stan said he aint never had a kid suck his cock the way you did. Best damn suck he ever had, he said.

He did?  Rudys face lit up, just like any normal kid would on being told not only that hed done something well, but that an adult thought it was the best!  Of course, most seven year olds werent being told what good cocksuckers and daddy milk swallowers they were.  Just the very, very, very special ones.

Yeah, lil one, he really did.  So why dont youse get on with it and show me how good a dick sucker you are.

Sure, mister! Rudy said eagerly, his breath warm on the knob end his plump boy lips were almost touching.  He opened wide as lil Gianni pushed his head down hard, and the knob and several inches of shaft slid into his mouth and the upper part of his throat.  He was pleased and proud when he heard the man moan out loud.  And then cut the sound off.

Rudy opened his eyes and looked up in a kind of weird cross-eyed sort of way, away from the thick smelly pubes toward the mans face.  He was frowning.  Was Rudy doing something wrong?  He lifted his head to ask, but almost absent-mindedly lil Gianni pushed him down again.  This time all the way down.  That brought Giannis attention back to his blowjob.  Christ, the little kid had no fucking gag reflex!  All of Giannis thick eight inches were inside the little boys mouth and throat.  He wanted to shout, but didnt take the risk.

This was a Palace limo, so he didnt know how good the soundproofing was between the back seat where the boy molesting was going on, and the front seat where Vinnie (his papas fucking spy) was driving.  In fact, it was kind of stupid to be doing this, but he couldnt exactly go to the mens room and sex the kid there with God, the shoeshine guy, a whole bunch of men and Vinnie looking on.

He looked down at the young boys bobbing head, heard the way he sniffed Giannis musky pubes.  He was glad he hadnt showered this morning; he wanted his crotch to smell raunchy for the kid, to see if he liked it.  And he obviously did with the way the drool was slobbering down the sides of his meat, dampening his long and curlies.  He left his left hand stay on the kids head to make sure he didnt ease off, and wiggled his right between the boys legs.

The kid stopped sucking.  Held very still.  Holy shit.  Gianni smiled.  The kid was a natural cocksucker, but it looked liked no one had touched his own little pee-pee before.  His very stiff  little pee-pee.

So, kid, youse aint had no daddies playin wit your little dickie?

Nunh-uh.  The boy struggled a little and Gianni let him lift his head off the big, spit-shiny prick.  Do daddies really do that?

	Gianni spoke softly, but with all the authority of a man whod only managed to molest four little boys since he realized he was a pedo.  Sure, kid.  Oh, not every daddy.  But special daddies, they like to play with a little boys dickie.  Especially when a cocksucking boys dickie gets all stiff just from sucking.  Like yours.

He gently squeezed the stiff little boy meat inside Rudys pants.  And really special daddies will suck little boys, too.

The kid frowned.  Wassa matter, kid?

Well, does that mean I have to give a daddy a tip if he sucks my dickie?

Wha?

Little Rudy, seven years old, a two-day old newly minted boy slut, absently stroked the gleaming slimy dick.  Well, I cant charge for buffing duffs, cause thats uh-legal, but men can give me tips, n Stan gave me a tip for drinking his daddy milk, but daddy thought it was for buffing his duffs.  So do I have to give a tip to a daddy who drinks my...oh, wow!  Do I have boy milk?  Is that why daddies suck on a boys pee-pee?

Gianni chuckled.  Uh, no, kid.  Youse is too little to make any boy-milk yet. But, uh, when old Stan was havin youse drink his daddy milk, did he, uh, make any noises or stuff?

Unh ha.  I looked up an he was gruntin n getting all red in the face, n sayin kinda, well, kinda dirty soundin stuff.

Well, see, when a daddy sucks a little boy sluts stiffie, even though no boy-milk comes out, the little boy gets all red in the face, too, n he shakes n makes noises, and he can even say dirty words, too.

Like...fuck?  Rudys whisper was awed and just a bit frightened.  His mom would whip his ass good if he ever said a bad word like that.  But the man with the big dick was saying it was okay?

Yeah, sure, kid.  He pushed Rudys head down and the boy took the whole thing right down into his throat again.  Youse can say stuff like, fuck, you fucking slut cocksucker, suck my fucking dick, yeah, you whore, work my dick.

The sight of the little boy deep throating his thick veiny meat, and the dirty words, and the mental picture of the kid getting sucked off by some man, talking dirty....  Gianni paused.  At least mentally.  He let the kid go on sucking.  A picture.  A fucking picture.

He pressed the button that turned on the speaker in the front seat.  Yo! Vinnie!

Yes, boss?

We gotta make a stop before we take the kid to work.  Pull in the alley behind Tiger Lilys.  Gianni named a popular, but very sleazy strip club, owned mostly, but very quietly, by Giannis family.

But, boss....

Do the fuck what I say, Vinnie.  He released the button.

The car turned at the next light.  Gianni looked out the tinted windows.  They werent all that far. Okay, so this first time was going to be a little rushed.  But he was now pretty damned sure there was going to be more before he had to go back East.  He looked back down at his little boy blowjobber.  Fuck! but the kid was good.  But he needed to be done before they arrived.  

He held the boys head still with both large hands.  Kid, youse is doin a fuckin fantastic job.  Stan was right, youse is the best cocksuckin little boy ever.  So Im gonna give youse some daddy milk.  Okay?

The kids mouth was full so the noise he made would have to be taken for agreement.  Gianni started raising and lowering his hips, not particularly caring at the moment that the little boy, who was, after all, just on his third man dick, and only his second blowjob, was choking and gasping as Giannis thick, slimy cock slid faster and faster and faster in and out of the little mouth until the man slammed in one more time, held himself deep in the kids throat and began pumping blast after blast of hot seed directly into the kids belly.  After the first couple of shots he eased off, but there was more than enough left to fill the kids mouth twice, and still leave some to drool out of the corners of his little boy mouth.

When he was finally done, Gianni lifted the little boys face up and away.  Looked around.  Fuck!  They were turning into the alley.  He quickly used two hairy fingers to scoop the seed off the boys face and thrust the fingers into the kids mouth for a rapid cleaning.  Then he equally hurriedly got his meat back in his pants.  Except, perhaps, for the smell of sex, and raunchy pubes, and the little boy whose puffy lips made him look like hed just been very thoroughly molested, everything in the back seat of the limo was...normal.

The car stopped.  Gianni put his hand on the handle and opened the door before Vinnie could get out.  He called out, Vinnie, go over by the door.  Ill be right there.  He watched the driver walk away and then leaned over to whisper, Would youse like some more daddy milk before we get to the casino?

He was not at all surprised when the little slut nodded.  And maybe have a daddy suck on your little stiffie?  He squeezed the tiny boy hardon again.

Again the troubled look.  Oh.  Yeah.  Money.  Definitely a kid raised in Vegas.  An no, kid, youse dont gotta tip a daddy who plays with you.  Daddies like doing that for free, jus like they like givin tips to the boys they molest.

Muh...mlest?

Ah, hmm, uh, thats a secret word for what daddies are doing when they have real special sex with little boys.

Were having sex?  The boys mouth dropped open.

Shades of Monica.  Giannis grin turned into a wide smile.  Yeah, kid, we just had sex.

Oh, fucking, wow!  The boy looked at Gianni, slightly tense, obviously at his choice of words, waiting to be screamed at like his mom did.  Gianni laughed.  The boy relaxed, and giggled and said, I like getting mlested.

And I sure the fuck liked mlesting you, too, kiddo.  His knee holding the door open, letting the hot dry Vegas air pour into the air conditioning, he tousled the boys hair with his left hand, fondled his kid hardon with his right, and said, Okay, kid.  Just wait here until I call you.  Then you get out, and you can have some more daddy milk.

Gianni paused.  Reached in his pocket, pulled out a wad of bills, and handed the boy a hundred and a twenty.  Rudys eyes widened, and then he grinned.  Tell you what, if the daddy whos gonna suck youse does a good job, you can give him the twenny.  If not, keep it.  Okay?

Rudy nodded and then peeked as the door opened further.  He could see they were in an alley.  A kind of dirty alley.  H...here?

Gianni nodded.  Yeah, kid.  Boy sluts like you, well, a good boy slut, likes to suck dick anywhere he can.  And you are a good little cocksucking slut boy, arent you?

Rudy grinned back.  Unh ha.

Another tousle, another fondle and Gianni got out, not quite closing the door.  Rudy wasnt really paying attention as hed settled back onto the deep seat, carefully folding his money and putting his first hundred of the day, and somehow he knew it was just the first, since he was, after all, the bestest lil boy slut cocksucker there was.  So Rudy didnt notice Gianni reaching behind himself, to the small of his back, pulling the gun out of the holster there, nor did he see Gianni reaching into his shirt pocket to lift out a very expensive, very smart phone.

The alley was as sleazy as the bar.  Probably more so.  They could hear music thumping through the closed door.  Vinnie the Weasel (Giannis private name for his driver) had a nervous little smile on his face when Gianni got out of the limo, though he probably thought he was cool and impassive.  The smile vanished and panic took its place when the gun came into view.  He started to raise his arms like he was in some fucking old Western, when Gianni waggled the gun and said, Nah, Vinnie, you dont gotta raise your hands.  Youre gonna need em.

Puzzlement replaced the panic...but only a little.  The panic came back when Gianni said, Drop trou, Vinnie.

Huh?

Sheesh, you dont unnastand English no more?  Unbuckle, unzip, drop em down, or I just shoot ya now.

Now, Johnny.... Vinnie started to whine, his arms twitching like part of him wanted to do what he was told, but the other part of him was still relying on what he was going to say next to get him out of whatever trouble he was in.  Your papa wouldnt like....

The names Gianni, asshole, lil Gianni said, pronouncing it correctly, his tone saying clearly how pissed he was at the way Vinnie had said the name.  To my friends.  You, Im Mr. fucking diBianchi.  Got that?

Y...yes, sir.

An yeah, papa probbly would be pissed, cept he aint gonna know nothin about nothin.   Not any more.  cause from now on you aint tellin him nothin about me, but what I tell you to tell him.

J...uh...Mr. diBianchi, I dont know what....

You really are a dumb shit, Vinnie, dumber even than I thought, if you thought I dint know papa was payin you extra to spy on me, n tell him everythin you see me do n where I go n all that crap.  So...youse remember hearin bout me n Tuscaloosa?

Vinnies eyes widened.  He nodded.

Ybelieve what you heard?

Inside, Gianni grinned at the trouble he saw on Vinnies face.  Poor shit bastard didnt know whether to lie and say he did, or tell the truth and say he didnt.  The lie won the toss, like most lies do.  He nodded again.

Despite the music, the click as Gianni cocked the gun seemed extraordinarily loud.  All true, fucker, all true.  The weasel paled, his pasty white skin going the color of cheap copy paper.   n I bet if I did all that here, right fuckin now, well, il papa would take care of me, jus like he did then.  Ythink?

Poor Vinnie.  Of course he knew it wasnt the Pope Gianni was talking about, but he also wasnt one of those privileged enough to call Giannis grampa, the head of the family, il papa.  Gianni could see the momentary urge to call on the name of Giannis own papa, who hated his sons guts, and maybe intimidate Gianni into changing his mind.  But the urge passed when Gianni stepped a little closer, and the barrel dropped to point at Vinnies crotch.

Fuck, Vinnie, Gianni whispered, agonizingly apologetic.  Im so fuckin sorry.  Really, man, it was an accident. I mean, I sure didnt mean to shoot your cock n balls off and make you not a man any more.  I mean, its not like you was much of a man in the first place, but still, yhad the equipment.  n I was just showin you this gun cause youd admired it, n I tripped, and, well, fuck, it jus, you know, went the fuck off n all.  Giannis voice hardened.  You think I can pull that off, Vinnie?

No doubt what the right choice was this time.  A vigorous nod.

Now, drop your fucking pants, ya little shit.

Vinnie fumbled nervously with his belt, and the button, and struggled with the zipper before getting it down all the way.  He shoved his pants and they fell down his scrawny legs to the dirty ground.  Gianni wig-wagged the gun and Vinnie gulped, and shoved the baggy boxers, with the obvious piss stain, down as well.

Vinnie was in his forties, five-eight, pale white skin, a weasel mustache he probably thought made him look more manly, the kind of belly on his skinny frame that looked like hed swallowed a ball, not quite a basketball yet, but heading there.  The dress shirt was parted enough to see his shriveled with fright cock, almost completely hidden in thick dark pubes.  His balls were medium sized, dangling low in their sack.

Gianni smiled, looked up from Vinnies crotch into Vinnies eyes.  The expression made Vinnie tremble.

Hey, kid!  Rudy!  Cmon out here, lil guy.

Joh...uh...Mr. diBianchi, cmon, dont let....

Did I say youse could talk?

Vinnie shook his head.  His whole body trembled when the guns wig-wag made him pull his hands away from their instinctive effort to cover his junk.  The dark-skinned little boy, dark like his papa, with dark hair and deep brown eyes, wearing a blindingly white tee, and white shorts, and sandals, stood next to Gianni.  He hadnt looked up, because hed been promised more daddy dick, and obviously the man with his pants on the ground was going to give him some daddy milk.  Except he really couldnt see much of the mans pee-pee.  He started forward.

Vinnies eyes dropped to the determined face of the little boy, then back up to the gun.  He watched closely as Gianni eased the hammer down, lowered his arm, and dropped the gun into his right jacket pocket.  He mouthed the words, Wanna try? at Vinnie, and watched with pleasure as Vinnie slowly worked the math out.  One pair of boxers, plus one pair of pants, plus two ankles equaled no chance in fucking hell of rushing Gianni before he could get his hand into his pocket and back out again with the gun.

Gianni looked at the boy who was standing in front of the half-naked driver, staring intently at the pale little worm dick.

Talk to the kid, Vinnie.  Hes a real good little cocksucker, aintcha?

Unh ha.  Rudy reached out and touched the small man pee-pee.  It twitched.  Rudy was starting to be on familiar territory.

Tell the kid what ywant, Vinnie.  Talk dirty to him, just like when your own little boy, Jimmy, isnt it?...is suckin your dick.

Oh, wow, murmured Rudy, tugging harder on the stiffening cock.  Never having been afraid of having his dick and balls shot off if he didnt follow orders, Rudy had no idea how puzzled the man was that his dick was starting to get hard.  Of course, part of that may have been the expression on the boys face.  The eagerness.  The lust.  The open mouth with the plump lips that looked, oddly enough, recently fucked.  Vinnie hadnt seen anyone looking at his dick with lust in, well, a fucking hell of a long time.  His cock got longer.

Then the words hit him.  What the fuck?  He was no child molester, he wasnt...well, okay, so a little boy was playing with his dick in a dirty alley, the perfect venue, despite the brilliant sunlight, for a dirty old man to molest a kid, so maybe he was, but fuck, hed never touched his kid.  Put his dick in his five year old sons mouth?  Fucking never, man!  He lifted his head from watching the boy play with his full hardon, looked over at lil Gianni to complain, to defend himself, and saw the phone.  Pointed at him.  At him half naked with a little boy playing with his hardon.  Out in public.

He was fucked.  Yeah, he had intended to report to the bastards papa that hed had a little boy in the back seat of the limo theyd borrowed from the Palace, and that hed probably molested the boy, which would have fucked the bastard over big time with his papa and probably the Don himself, but now....  Poor Vinnie was well and truly fucked.  So he might as well enjoy it, and hope that if the video the bastard was making ever got seen he could make someone believe that he was being held at gunpoint and forced to face fuck a young boy.

He stretched out a hand, stroked the boys hair, nudged it just a little, hinting that the proper place for a cocksucking little boys mouth was on a mans dick.  Rudy nodded, but looked up first.  Does your little boy really suck on his own daddys pee-pee?

What?  You dont suck your daddy off?

The boy shook his head.

Well, hell, kid, if youre such a good fuck slut like Mr. diBianchi says, you oughta just ask your daddy.  Out of the corner of his eye he caught the sudden stillness in lil Gianni.  Was it naming him on the video as a child molester, too?  Or the suggestion.  Fuck it.

So, kid, lemme see if youre better than my little Jimmy.  Hes five, n he can swallow all of his daddys dick.  Can you?

Rudys indignant Unh ha! was partially cut off when he bent over a little, opened wide, and gulped the slender white cock all the way into his throat.  Vinnie gasped.  Fucking Christ.  Yeah, hed had blowjobs before.  Mostly broads, mostly paid for.  His wife refused.  So, yeah, hed gotten some queers to suck him off in a bookstore.  Or twelve.  But Mr. D. understood things like that, and it wasnt like getting his dick sucked by some fag made him queer or nothin.  But this.  Fuck!  Wet.  Warm, no, not fucking warm, fucking hot!  Tight.  Moving up and down on his thin cock like it was the best thing the little boy had ever tasted in his whole goddamn life.  Pausing with all the meat inside to sniff his pubes, pulling off to hold his knob inside the kids lips while the tiny tongue worked his piss slit.  No sex hed ever had could match this, and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck but he was gonna cum soon!

Vinnie grabbed little Rudys head, forgot the camera, forgot the deep shit he was in, forgot everything but the little boy slut cocksucker whose mouth his meat was buried in. He held the fag boys head still and began fucking his face.  And started talking.  And got a queasy stomach at the words and what they said about him, but that wasnt stopping his hips banging back and forth.  Oh yeah, ya little slut, yeah, youre as good as little Jimmy, fucking kids only five but hes been suckin daddy dick since he was three, cept he cant get skull fucked like Im fuckin you, oh yeah, fuck baby boy, suck my fuckin DICK!

And with that and a loud yell Vinnie began pumping blast after blast after blast of daddy milk down little Rudys eager throat.  Holding his dick all the way in, forcing the little boy to swallow every drop, until the kid started to struggle and Vinnie came back to his senses.  Sort of.  He let the boys head go, and the kid slowly withdrew, instinctively knowing it was his duty as the finest kind blowjobber to clean his mans meat.

Vinnie shook his head.  Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.  He was fucking straight!  And hed just fucked a little boys mouth and cum like fucking whatever.  And the bastard had filmed it all.  He looked over at Jo...fucking mister fucking diBianchi.  Saw the smug smile.  Saw the mouthed words.  Understood them.  Knew it wasnt fucking over yet.  The long, loud, near-scream Fuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk! was only in his head.  He gently caressed the little boys hair.  Looked down.  Well, damn, there was a bulge in the little ones shorts.

He didnt bother looking over at the bastard.  Knew he wasnt going to change his mind.  Hey, kid, your daddy ever suck your little stiff pee-pee?

Nunh-uh.

Geeze, thats too bad.  I always suck my little boys stiffie when hes been a good little whore and swallowed his daddy s milk.  Ya wanna get sucked?

Rudys expression was torn.  The men hed sucked had obviously enjoyed using his hot little mouth, so hed probably like it if one of them did it to him.  But still, all the other men had tipped him.  And he really wanted to impress his daddy with how much money he could earn.  So if he said yes, did that mean he didnt get a tip from this daddy?  Well, Rudys daddy always told him if he didnt understand something he should just ask.  So Rudy did.  Does that mean you arent gonna tip me?

Vinnies jaw dropped.  Holy shit.  Yeah, hed called the kid a whore but that was just fuck talk.  He couldnt help himself.  He looked over at the bastard whose grin was even more smug.  With his free hand he rubbed thumb and two fingers in the universal symbol for money.  Well, fuck again.  Hed look like an idiot but no more so than already.  He squatted down, his slimy prick starting to dry in the hot air, his balls dangling, as he scrabbled around for his wallet, tugged and got it out.  Shit, shit, shit.  His wife knew how much hed left with.  And what the fuck did you tip a little boy whod just sucked you off?

He opened it up, riffled through the bills.  Seven twenties.  He pulled out two.  Held them out to Rudy.  Who looked...what the fuck?...disappointed?  Not enough, kid?

Rudy hesitated.  It wasnt nice to ask for things.  And he couldnt get paid for doing what he was enjoying so much.  And tips were things the tipper decided on, depending on how good you were.  He was a Vegas kid with a casino daddy.  He knew things like that.  So, did that mean this daddy didnt think he did a very good job, even though hed sucked and sucked and swallowed all that hot sticky daddy milk?  Did...did I do it wrong?  Worse than your son?

Uh....  Well, shit, how to answer that since hed never kid-fucked his little boys mouth.  And he would deny to his dying breath any suggestion that while he was skull fucking little Rudy, and holding his head down to his pubes and pumping seed into the boys belly that for a moment, or, fuck, more than a moment, he was imagining it was his own little Jimmy servicing his daddys dick.  No, no, kid, you did good.  Really good.  Its just, well, I aint never tipped a little boy before.

Then Vinnie made a fatal mistake for cheapskates.  He asked how much the boy was usually tipped for sucking a daddy off and swallowing his juices.  Though not in those words.  More like a curt, How much, kid? before realizing what hed just said.

The other men gave me a hundred.

That wasnt precisely a lie.  Frankie had given him a hundred, although all hed done was watch while the man rubbed his daddy dick and blew daddy milk all over the place and all Rudy had done was catch some and then lewdly lick it off his fingers.  And the nice man who said he was such a good cocksucker in the back seat had just given him a hundred.  Of course, Stan only gave him fifty, but, well, that was...that was...that was a discount, yeah, a discount cause Stan was Rudys boss.

Vinnie sighed and pulled three more out and gave them to the boy, whose smile brightened to blinding white against his dark dago skin.  He stuffed the money into his back pocket, and then asked, Are you still gonna play with my pee-pee, mister?

As if he had a choice.  He dropped his naked knees onto the filthy ground, wincing inside, sat back on his haunches.  He unbuttoned Rudys shorts, unzipped and with some difficulty since they were so tight, tugged them down below the boys plump butt.  Yeah, the kids tighty-whiteys were bulging.  He pulled on those, and the boys little hardon and fat little balls, up tight against his body, were out.  Christ the little fucker was about three inches long.  Uncut, with a long dangling that was partially pulled back, showing a deep red-purple knob end.

He paused and then sort of crouched even further down so he could lean forward and suck the kids cock and tiny balls into his inexperienced, his very inexperienced, mouth.  Okay, so now he knew a little boy could get hard, but did that mean he could cum, too?  Well, cum dry, probably.  This little one with the stiffie that was bouncing around inside of Vinnies mouth probably hadnt hit puberty yet.  Vinnie found his mouth instinctively tightening around the little boy cock, found his hands moving to the naked little boy buns, squeezing them and playing with them, found one hand moving up under the boys tight tee to see if a little boys titties got stiff like a womans did.  They did.  And when Vinnie played with Rudys fat little bulging nip the kid squirmed and moaned, and then it got to be all too much for the once-virgin little boy as he started thrusting his hips faster and faster and faster into Vinnies sucking mouth before finally starting to quiver and shake and flop and scream loud enough that a panicked Vinnie stopped the tit play and clamped a hand over the kids mouth, but kept right on sucking.  Until at last the kid stopped and almost collapsed onto Vinnie, panting.

They held their positions for a moment and then Rudy straightened and Vinnie finally realized it was about time he got kiddy cock out of his adult mouth!

Stunned over what had happened, Vinnie didnt pay much attention as Rudy pulled his undies and shorts up and his tee down. He started paying attention though when he heard the boy say, Here, mister.  He opened his eyes.  The fully dressed little boy was holding out a somewhat crumpled twenty dollar bill to him.  He was fucking getting paid for sucking off a little boy?  Furious, he turned his head to see the bastard still holding the phone up and filming, while his right hand patted the sagging jacket pocket.  The pocket with the gun sag.

Vinnie took the money, muttered, Thanks, kid.

Hey, Rudy, cmon, lil guy, hop back in the car and well get you to work!  Rudy scampered off, as Gianni approached his still kneeling half-naked pedo-for-pay driver.  The phone was off and back in his pocket.  Cmon, Vinnie, get your fuckin ass up.  You got to take the kid to work and get the limo back.

Vinnie struggled to his feet, bent and started yanking his boxers and pants up.  You fucking bastard.

Lil Gianni just grinned.  Aint it the fuckin truth?  So, Vinnie, you n me, we got an unnastanding now?

Vinnie viciously yanked his belt tight and nodded.

Good, good.  Gianni patted his drivers face, enjoying the wince and the tiny twitch that said he wanted to yank his head away.  Now, I want youse to tell papa that you think I mayve been sneakin out at night or somethin, or plannin to, yeah, thats better, Im plannin on sneakin out so from now on youre gonna sleep in my suite to keep an eye on me.  Unnastand?

Yeah.

Good, good.  Another face pat.  Now, Vinnie, when youse move your stuff in today, be sure n stop in a drug store n get one a them Fleet enemas.

What?

Yeah, n be sure to use it before I get back, too.  See, Vinnie, I kinda thought that if I didnt get no action tonight, well, your cunt is better than no cunt at all.  n prolly tmorrow you can learn to suck man meat instead of just suckin kiddy dick.  Now haul ass and get the kid n me back to the Palace.

Gianni spun around, knowing Vinnie was too much of a coward to jump him and try to grab and smash the phone.  He also knew that by the time Vinnie got the courage to try to do something the video would be off his phone and safely stored where Vinnie not only couldnt find it, but couldnt unlock the password to run it.

What with the side trip to the alley, it was fifteen past three when lil Gianni escorted the boy with the well-fucked-slut look into the mens room...a surprisingly crowded mens room for a Thursday afternoon, most of whom were already sporting hefty bulges, or began showing as soon as the little boy walked in...and turned him over to Stan.

Ten minutes later, Roddicks cell phone rang.  Robert, one of his top three assistants, said, Boss, you gotta get up here.  I just downloaded the clip from the back seat of the limo Mr. DiBianchi just used, uh, and the dash cam, too?  You arent gonna fucking believe this.


