Part One: Chlorinated GangBang (continuation)

Date: Tue, 01 Apr 2003 03:08:18 -0600 From: gloryhole JUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com Subject: Whoring With Dad Part One: Chlorinated GangBang(2)

WHORING WITH DAD Part One: Chlorinated GangBang (continuation)

TrueLife tales by a denizen of the public toilets

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com

The author reserves all rights to the following tale. Although I realize it would make for a great coffeetable book suitable for any holiday occasion, please do NOT copy, publish or re-print it without the author's direct consent.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT & DISCLAIMER:

Thanks to all my nasty and depraved readers (yes, you!) who took a moment out of their busy masturbatory day to drop me a line regarding the first part of this tale. As most of you may sense, I greatly enjoy making the "male multitudes" ejaculate through the sharing of my own sexual adventures.

"Nothing bones a guy up like the Truth" (as my wise and well-hung pappy always said to me as he fucked...tucked... me into bed each night). So I was happy to hear that so many of you gents splat-blasted your monitors and keyboards in fresh semen as you read the story. You don't know how good that makes me feel (sniffle). To think of all that invisible "trace semen" coating keyboards everywhere. And especially those keyboards belonging to all you fine dads out there as you shot goo and then typed me a quick note. To think of "other little fingers" which may find themselves roaming onto those same sticky keys of your computers later! Well, let's just hope that barneythedinosaur.com doesn't have a "LICK YOUR FINGERS" interactive game at their site!

Its very gratifying to know that there are so many fellows out there such as yourselves with boners in their trousers just aching to enjoy the naughtiest aspects of TrueLife. Of course, wives and moms would be reeling if they knew the details. So, here's an idea: let's just make it a secret we guys will keep amongst ourselves. I know you can do that! And I must stress, in case you're concerned or merely interested, that this secret (and most decidedly lascivious) pleasure of yours is one you share with lots and lots of other men out there!

Also, I must apologize for the typos in the first installment. If you take note, most were due to the deficiencies of that great gizmo software called SPELLCHECK. Sure, "tie" is spelled correctly. But not when one meant "time". My apologies as I realize that typos make an author come across to his reader as seemingly, somehow, toothless and "drinking of the Nehi" (even if said reader is indeed reading such typos while his own pants are at his ankles, precum streaming down his penis shaft until it then cascades off his plump and hairy nuts to land upon and naturally shine his own oxford shoes)!

COVER OUR ASS STUFF:

Be of legal age in your area prior to reading the "orange-alert-level" homosexual erotica which follows. Is that the same age as is legal for a well-hung youth to get head at his local XXX? I don't know. Not to suggest I compare as a writer, but does one need to be eighteen or twenty-one years of age to read D.H. Lawrence? I don't see why. So I suppose, technically, you could be a well-read (and horny) high-schooler and still legally get away with reading this tale. But I'll ask you be of legal age. There. I asked. Or, here's an idea: refrain from reading "Whoring With Dad" until you are old enough to enter and get a blowjob through a gloryhole (by a very nice older man sucking all cummers) at the XXX bookstore in your area. If you can do that, you can surely read this!

To my readers, I also suggest that you avoid condomless sex. Unless you, as an adult, make the personal decision not to. Hey! Barebacking is not illegal so why even mention it here, right?

Now for the trickier stuff.

You are strongly urged never to unzip and reach into your dad's pants fly ...as you won't ever want to pull your hand out! You will be stuck like that forever massaging and milking your own father's cock! Where's the problem in that, you ask. Well, let's just say that there is a higher than average rate of probability that your mother would not appreciate it especially after all the effort she made to be the best damn Den Mother she could be when you were in the Scouts. (Hey, if guilt doesn't work on you, well then, I guess I can't stop your little hand from wandering, now can I?)!

And on the other side of the bedroom wall, if you are a father, since you are not, generally-speaking, monitored at home (unless your local Department of Child Services already knows more about you than we do), I cannot tell you what to do once it's your son's bath time. But I strongly suggest that you let your wife bathe the tyke while you go and read a good book...or Internet tale...or run a brisk forty-two laps around the block instead!

And although it may happen all the time, I highly urge my readers, fathers or not, to never ever gangbang an individual who is not yet of legal age. Feel free to gangbang legal-aged youths all you like. In fact, give me a call and I'll bring beverages. But it is not suggested, for instance, that you get a group of your Elks Club poker buddies together one night and go cruise playgrounds or anything like that. That would be a "bad thing" (to paraphrase Martha Stewart).

Do not rape, molest or otherwise "diddle with" those who should not be or would not otherwise want to be "diddled with". This is a true story of events from my Life. Please take careful note that it is I in this tale who gets gangbanged and not I doing the gangbanging-ing-ing.

WHORING WITH DAD Part One: Chlorinated GangBang (continuation)

I did not intend to leave my fine readers with a "Perils of Pauline"-like cliffhanger when we last left me at age seven hoisted only inches above a strange man's big drooling erection, his man-sized fingers poking at my child's sphincter hoping my little butthole would be big enough to accommodate what was to come.

Heavens, I'd hate to have you think I was just leaving your collective penises hanging (as it were) to bounce and throb for more!

But as with any TrueLife tale, the relating of such events is more fluid than within a piece of fiction. It is the simple although vital difference between constructing details (as is the case in fictitious tales) as opposed to their re-construction as is the way of this true tale. I would trust my libidinous readers will understand that as you may read this as mere "jack off material", as I write it, that little boy about to have a complete stranger's thick nine inch cock shoved up into his small body was me. And therefore, I recall not only the actions of that first David'n'Goliath-esque sodomy but also its every sensation.

For a moment, let us consider the physical disparities alone. When you are seven years of age, you stand approximately forty-eight inches tall, even in fluorescent green high-top sneakers. Therefore, to have a nine-inch engorged, well, anything fucked up into a cavity of your first-grader's body is quite a momentous experience. In this case, it is almost one-fifth of the child's body length filled by an adult man's thick erection. One does not forget the feeling (was that a Doobie Brothers song?).

We all can accept the familiar shrieks of female professional sluts, screaming like Sri Lankan water fowl, as they get fucked in porno flicks. Sure, the exaggerated level of their howls is a put on, but a put on based in fact. And we all understand the vaginal pain of a young, virginal bride that moment when her big-dicked and overly-enthusiastic groom first takes a stab at entering her while on their honeymoon at the Cancun Hilton (hey, don't you ever press your ear up to the wall while on vacation?). And we can even appreciate the fact that after twenty-five years of marriage (and three kids), many very well-hung men can still get a kick out of seeing their menopausal wives grit their teeth in pain as they penetrate them. Heck, even after decades of marriage, the cunts of some empty-nester moms have simply never gotten used to their horse-hung husbands ('shame, isn't it).

And these bellowing yet totally understandable screams are coming out of full-grown adult women built by God and nature to accommodate such intercourse

Therefore, as these men had their fun with me (and I with them) in a Y.M.C.A. toilet stall, one can only imagine the insurmountable "owie" felt inside a little boy's butt as the first of the five adult penises began its slow penetration.

Inside the cramped stall, the older white-haired man managed most of my weight as he gripped me by my arm pits and held me just inches above the hairy-chested man who sat on the porcelain toilet with his hairy legs spread extremely wide. Between those long and muscular legs was the hairy-chested man's seemingly monstrous erection, which barely yet continually grazed against me as it throbbed, each time leaving more and more of a trail of something wet and sticky along the crack of my butt. And he had this sternly determined look on his face as he stared at my bare bottom. Using both his hands, he crudely spread my small, white buttcheeks apart while lewdly poking a thick index finger into my hole.

The white-haired man holding me was leaning forward, looking over my shoulder at the action. He suddenly hoisted my weight more to his left as his right arm reached behind me to help the other man spread my smooth buttcheeks even wider. Within moments, I could feel the two of them using their fingers, alternatingly and then together, to poke and prod at my tight sphincter. The white-haired man would stop only briefly to stick his fingers into my mouth before returning them to my butthole, each time my own saliva making it easier for them to finger fuck me. And, the hairy-chested man began to rub my pink rosebud more boldly using his wildly oozing cock head, making it ever more slick and slippery.

"That's the way," I could hear the super tall man say in a hushed and conspiratorial tone to his friend on the toilet. "Lube that baby's ass in your juice, my man!" The three other wet and masturbating middle-aged men had huddled tightly around the open stall door to get a good view of my quickly intensifying molestation. Each knew he would ultimately take his turn having full intercourse with my seven-year-old body.

At this point, although one may think I was scared, I was not. I didn't know enough at the time to be truly scared. Of course, I suppose had one told me I would be screaming a blood-curdling scream within just another few seconds, I would have felt more fear than I did. But no one told me. In fact, as these men spread a fifty-five year old's precum into my tiny butthole, I only recall having felt wildly though secretly excited by this new toilet stall game.

I wish I could be more "politically correct" than that for our Moral Majority buddies who are most assuredly reading and masturbating along with this story (if I know our Moral Majority buddies like I think I do), by saying that it was a dark episode filled with pure horror and anguish. But that would be the lie. Perhaps I was born a "boy whore" but I truly enjoyed every second of the nasty play these men foisted upon me.

And along with being enveloped in the wet heat and chlorinated scent of the pool's water as it tried to evaporate off the crush of these men's physiques, it all proved to be a similar seduction to that created by the steamy sensuality of the Bayou. I had never even been to The Bayou (or any bayou) by age seven...yet the sex in that toilet stall tapped into the innate sense of Bayou-sex which somehow lives within every sensualist's heart. I won't go so far as to say it was like dirty intercourse in a Tennessee Williams play, but it was right damn arousing ...even to a first grader.

I had my arms around the white-haired man for support as they prepared to have me slowly descend onto the hairy-chested man's raging erection.

"Go and check again...", the white-haired man said as he turned his head to the three men standing outside the stall. I wondered why they kept looking out the door. In my innocence, although I knew we were playing naughty games in the toilet stall, I truly thought they were waiting for someone or maybe had to check the time or something.

The handsome bald man went again to the door and peeked out. As he came back to the stall, I could see his massive erection bobbing and swaying in front of him as he looked right at me.

"We can fuck him," he relayed to his friends. "Nobody's even out there now except Joe."

"Surprised Joe hasn't found us yet," smirked the super tall man. "You'd think he'd have been on this little one the second they asked for a towel."

"I know," the handsome bald man nervously chuckled his reply. "I didn't think Joe missed a dick in this place."

"I got to screw this little slut", I heard the hairy-chested man grunt out rather loudly behind me. The other men gave a nervous laugh as they saw him sweating and bucking his hips slightly in anticipation, his penis poking at and smearing precum on my butthole more directly. He then suddenly forced the middle finger of his left hand deeply up into my butt as he continued to aggressively milk his cock with his right hand. I think I gave a slow aching moan as he did that. It didn't hurt so much as it simply felt like my whole body was filled by this man's finger.

"Watch the finger fucking," the handsome bald man laughed as he saw what was happening. "I told you guys, this little gangbang baby's butt is as ready as any little kid's is ever gunna get...it ain't your wives loose, old twats, you know!"

The white-haired man leaned closely into my ear and whispered, "That hurt, Kevy?"

I nodded slowly.

"Well, some of this might hurt at first," he told me. "But you be a real big boy and try real hard not to make too much noise. Think you can do that?"

I again nodded as the other man began to rotate his thick finger roughly around within my child's anus. I gave out another muffled groan, trying hard to be real quite, as he did that.

"That's better," the white-haired man whispered to me again. "Now try not to make any sounds louder than that if you can. We don't want the whole Y coming around finding out what a fun game we're playing, now do we?"

For some reason I spontaneously shook my head. I didn't quite know why but I knew the game would stop if people found out what we were doing in there. And I didn't want it to stop. Even though it hurt a little, the fun I was having far out-weighed any desire to have it come to an abrupt end.

Just then I was seized by a forceful sensation. I opened my mouth super wide in a silent yowl as the hairy-chested man had forced a second finger into me, trying roughly to stretch my hole bigger by spreading it with the two fingers inside me.

When the bald handsome man saw my jaw open, he laughed out, "Someone really ought to shove something in there!" He was just joking but the super tall man said he agreed and briefly crammed his six-foot six-inch frame into the already cramped stall.

"Something like this..." he said with a lecherous scowl on his lips. "Come're baby", he said grabbing the back of my neck and forcing his cock into my open mouth for just a few seconds.

He then stepped back and made a gesture for the bald handsome man to take his place.

He was a thicker man, slight love-handles and built like a football or rugby coach. His squeeze was tighter but he managed to get himself into the stall long enough to also take the back of my neck, holding it steady as he pushed his erection into my mouth. He kept it in my mouth only a few seconds and then switched off to allow the big-nosed man his turn putting a cock into my mouth.

"Come on, you guys...come on...enough already", the white-haired man. Still holding me, he chuckled as he shifted his body backwards a bit to block them from sliding into the stall again. "Hold your horses...you'll all get your shot."

I could taste all this sweet sticky stuff in my mouth after each man had quickly shoved his penis in there. I loved the taste but it was a lot and some formed a string running from my chin down to my bare chest.

"Ready?", I heard the white-haired man whisper over my shoulder to the seated man poised to be the first to ever put his man "thingy" up my butt.

Obviously, the hairy-chested man must have just nodded back to him since the white-haired man then leaned into my ear once again to say, "You remember to be a good little boy and be real quiet when you feel something else go into your cute little behind, okay?"

The hairy-chested man then gripped my slender waist with his big hands and I immediately felt something much thicker than a man's big finger prod at my butthole.

"He's going to put his big thing up into you, Kevin," the white-haired man whispered into my ear.

"Gunna try...this kid is tiiight", I heard the man on the toilet grunt out.

"That's what makes it so fuckin' good!", the big-nosed man shouted across his buddies as they stood outside the stall craning their necks to enjoy my impending sodomy.

"Let us get a better look, man", the super tall man said to the white-haired man as he physically pulled his arm to move him to one side of the stall.

Then suddenly I felt something very painful, almost unbelievably painful go into my butthole. I felt as if the hairy-chested man had shoved all nine inches of his big penis up into me in one swift fucking motion. But it was no more than probably an inch or two of his thick erection which had wormed its molesting way past my first-grader's sphincter muscle.

The pain? It was actually so painful at first as to not elicit a scream from me. But, instead, the sensation caused me to feel as if I would black out. I recall seeing those weird floaty stars in my eyes as the fluorescent lights, high above in the cheap water-stained acoustical ceiling tiles, seemed to have this sudden, bright burst to them, momentarily blinding me from anything else.

The smirking chuckles from the men surrounding me brought me back before I could enter an out-of-body experience, though. In almost passing out, I must have had that "lack-of-oxygen" look about me - mouth wide open, eyes closed, body at once both tense and yet completely languid - often mistaken for pure ecstasy.

"The kid likes you I think", one of the men jested to his buddy screwing me.

The moment he said that, I came back to full consciousness and then the pain really set in. All this within mere nano-seconds, of course.

And it was a searing pain, as if, although I have yet to actually experience it, a red-hot cattle prod had been stuck up into me. Or perhaps the way a succulent piglet would feel, if skewered alive at a luau. That's when I could not help but give out a spontaneous yelping cry...a classic shriek...worthy of the biggest drama-queen actress in any straight porno.

But my scream was not for a camera or faked for effect. It came from my very bowels, so to speak. I tried really hard not to scream, remembering my promise to the men but it just came out of me as naturally as a child's giggle.

"SHUT HIM THE FUCK UP!", the super tall man said in a hushed shout. He said it more with a tone of startled nervousness than with any real anger. I know my scream had caught all the men off-guard (although now, all these years later, I cannot imagine why).

In a flash, as his arms were now free since the hairy-chested man now carried most of my weight while I slowly impaled myself onto his shaft, the white-haired man quickly slapped his huge palm to my mouth and held it shut. His tight grip muffled all my screams although I was so shocked by his action, I stopped screaming all together. But I wasn't afraid; in fact I simply realized these men were making me do what I had promised. They were helping me to keep quiet.

"Quick...go see if anyone heard...," the white-haired man said to the super tall man.

The super tall man hurriedly ran to the door and exited, going out to the pool area, returning a half a minute later shaking his head. "Just some geezer doing laps..." He approached the stall again, stroking his enormous cock as he walked.

"Where'd Joe go?", the bald handsome man asked.

"'Didn't see him at all," the super tall man replied.

"Probably sucking jizz outta jockstraps in the laundry room...", the big-nosed man teased.

And that's how I got sodomized for the first time. As some sixty-something white-haired man held my mouth gently but firmly shut with his cupped palm while this muscular, hairy-chested stranger in his mid-fifties fucked me on a toilet, his big penis opening up my seven year old butthole as it skewered me slowly but deliberately, inch by inch.

After a few rougher thrusts of his hips upward, I had more and more of the man inside of me. And although it still hurt, after even more determined thrusts on his part, the sensation was more that of feeling constipated or over-stuffed than what had been the initial and intensely sharp pain.

And yet after what had felt to me like an eternity but was most likely not much more than three or four minutes of screwing, the man gripped my hips in a vise-like hold as he grunted and groaned out loud like a rutting bull. I could feel his entire wet and sweaty body tense up. His legs, which my small frame strained so lewdly to straddle, became rock hard in their muscularity. And I actually could feel his big penis pump and pulsate inside of me. I didn't know what was happening. I thought he might have been having a heart attack or something (his being really old and all).

"You losing your load already?", the super tall man smirked in a most-delighted stage whisper to the hairy-chested man.

"Gawwwwwwwdddd...he's just so freakin' tiiiiight, you guys!", was all that the hairy-chested man, between heaving breaths, was able to sputtered out with some hint of mild embarrassment.

"Ohhh, fuuuuuck...", the big nosed man chimed in with a leering grin as he stared and made a gesture pointing to where their friend's thick sex organ and nuts met my spread and tiny butt. "Looook...!"

The men all focused their lustful gazes downward to between my widely spread legs where I straddled the man on the toilet. I couldn't see but could feel what they were all looking at.

As much hot semen as the hairy-chested man was pumping up into me, it was all too much for my little body to absorb. The extreme amount of the man's load caused half of his cum to flow out of me as copiously as the other half was firmly implanting itself into me. The excess amounts of his testicular fluid ran out of my little butthole, thickly and warmly streaming down around the man's massive shaft which was still deeply wedged and ejaculating within me.

The masturbating men looked on as their hairy-chested buddy's cum flowed down, coating his heavy, hairy nut sac and then as it oozed thickly onto the toilet seat between his legs.

The white-haired man didn't skip a beat. He released his hand's grip on my mouth and reached down between my widely stretched legs. With four of his fingers, he scooped up as much of his buddy's thick white stuff from the toilet seat as he could. He then took his sticky, coated fingers, dripping in liquid that looked like powdered-sugar glaze to me and told me to open my mouth.

Without even thinking, I again opened my mouth really, really wide. Although the stuff the white-haired man held up to my face didn't smell like sugar, I still found its bleachy but fresh aroma somehow naturally appealing.

"Ohhhh, maaaan...you aren't...!!!", the handsome bald man laughed out in depraved amusement.

"You are one fuckin' nasty bastard. You know that, don't you." the super tall man added, although his voice sounded most pleased and excited to my ears.

"Want to see?", the white-haired man said to them flashing his buddies a big grin. Then turning his focus back to me with my mouth wide open, he said, "Stick out your little tongue, Kevin...can you show us all your pretty little tongue?"

Immediately, I shot out my tongue as far as it would go.

"That's a big boy's tongue there, Kevin", the white-haired man said. "Can you wag it around so me and all my friends can see it real good?"

I began to wag my tongue not realizing I was being made to look like a seven-year-old cum-hungry streetwhore to these men.

"That's a real good boy!", the white haired man said encouraging me more. Then, without another word, in an instant he wiped his fingers across my tongue, leaving the thick, obscene pudding all over it.

"Ohh, you're baaaaad", the handsome bald man joked once again to his white-haired friend as all the men looked on.

"Somebody doing something with my cum?" the hairy-chested man asked almost laughingly, entertained by the talk but unable to see the action very well.

"Now can you swallow all that stuff, Kevin?," the white-haired man asked. It was more a directive than a question. I nodded and closed my mouth. I heard one of the men groan in lustful glee as I ingested the heavy load of semen.

The hairy-chested man leaned around me a bit to watch my throat gulp and gulp and gulp again. "Is that my goo he's swallowing?", he asked his buddies.

"None other", the big nosed man replied.

"Dang", the hairy-chest man said with a smile. "Breeding this baby from both ends with one load! GAWD!" He then gently tweaked my child's cock, which was standing at full attention. My body was in some state of reactive arousal having all this overwhelming sex. And, I must admit that my little boner bounced extra hard in a natural response to the enjoyment I derived from the flavor of the puddingy stuff, which the white-haired man had smeared across my tongue. They say that some just take to the stuff naturally...and I was one of those who took to it ...and fast!

"You deserve this," the hairy-chest man said to me almost sweetly as he played with my well-formed erection and plump nuts. "You like all my daddy milk?"

DADDY MILK! There was that phrase again. That's the stuff that my dad had told me all men have inside their big scrotums to make babies!

So this delicious glop I was swallowing was daddy milk!

But I must have had a sudden look of panic cross my face because the white-haired man asked me what was wrong. Perhaps the men thought I was choking on the hairy-chested man's viscous seed.

I mumbled something and the white-haired man asked me to repeat what I had said.

"I don't want to have a baby...", I said with a small voice in a most concerned tone.

That got a real chuckle out of the men. The white-haired man just responded by tousling my hair a bit in a reassuring way. "Don't worry, sweetie...little boys can never have babies...no matter how much milk we daddies shoot into them!"

Laughing, the super tall man remarked, "I know I haven't knocked up one so far..."

"Not for a lack of trying though, right?", the bald handsome man joked.

As I continued to sit on his lap, feeling the hairy-chested man's penis getting softer though it was still stuffed into my butt, the white-haired man stood tall before me. He started to openly and lewdly stroke his thick uncut penis just inches from my face. He kept skinning back his foreskin and as he did so, I could see that the big head of his penis was leaking more of that clear, sweet stuff I had eaten from the other men. He then lifted the long shaft until it nearly laid flat up against his stomach, passing his belly button by several inches.

"These here is where all the special milk comes from," he said, hefting his big hairy scrotum. "Did you know that?"

I nodded and said that I knew because my daddy had shown me his lots of times but I had never ever seen the milk before.

"So your daddy's shown you where we men make all that good stuff, huh?," the white-haired man replied with a devious grin.

"How could he help but show the kid?", the big-nosed man interjected. "You get a load of the size of the gonads on this kid's daddy?"

The men all laughed in agreement.

"Lick my big nuts, sweetie,", the white-haired man said. "You can help get all that daddy milk inside them nice and warm so I can shoot more in you like he just did...would you like that?"

I nodded heartily as I secretly wanted to feel and see more daddy milk.

The white-haired man held my chin and told me to open my mouth real wide again. And so I did. With his heavy erection he whacked my mouth several times so firmly that some of the clear stuff he was drooling out splattered all over my lips and tongue. It tasted saltier than that of the other men but still sweet enough to make me lick my lips whenever he'd pull his penis away for a brief moment before returning to whack my mouth again.

"Sheeeeeeeet", the super tall man said, "Never knew little kids loved cum like that."

"Some do", the white-haired man replied. "But I think little Kevin here is just a born daddy milk drinker." He smiled and winked at me. "That makes you a real special little boy."

"Well", the hairy-chested man said. "Who's next for this special little butthole? It's tight as shit so be ready to bust your nut fast inside this tyke." He then leaned into my ear and said, "You want to scoot off so I can get up and let another of these men play with you, too?"

I rose from his lap, feeling the man's meaty penis slowly pull out of my clamping butt. As I did so, I felt a second wave of, not so much pain, but a strangely intense discomfort somewhere deep inside my gut. Oddly enough, I suddenly felt as if I had a hole up my butthole.

The men saw a clear expression of discomfort on my face as I stood up and rubbed my tiny butt cheeks in a futile attempt to have the dull aching go away. My sphincter muscle felt like it was gapingly stretched open. As I stood there, more of the man's warm reproductive liquid seeped out of my butt. I could feel it as it ran like rivers along my silky smooth inner thighs down to the back of my knees and even as some made a trickling path all the way down to my ankles.

The white-haired man squatted down in front of me and gently played with my penis with one hand while he rubbed my lower tummy a bit with his other hand. He then pushed one of his big thick fingers up into my wet butt and kept it there. "That feel better, Kevin?", he asked. "I know this used to make my grandsons feel better down there."

It did make the discomfort subside a little bit so I nodded and reached to feel the white hairs of his brawny chest. I never knew before that such old men could be built with so many muscles.

While the white-haired man played with my body, the super tall man came to stand along side of us inside the stall. Being that he was so tall, even though I was standing, his erection was nearly level to my lips and even bobbed wildly as it brushed along the bridge of my nose. So he was able to just casually shove his penis into my mouth once again. As he did so, he asked, "Your mouth isn't hurting, is it?", in an almost indifferent way.

At ten or eleven inches, his penis was easily the biggest of the five men. It was far longer than the length of my whole entire head as he'd come to briefly show me by smothering my face in his enormous genitals before sticking his cock back into my mouth.

But then he had to move when the hairy-chested man, now standing but still trapped inside the stall, tapped him and said, "Let me outta here...you gunna screw him next?"

The super tall man, knowing he was still too big to be next on my small butt, shook his head as he moved out of the way allowing one of the other men to go ahead of him.

Figuring it was as good a spot as any to have me ride their dicks, the bald handsome man gave a "high-five" to the hairy-chested man when they switched places within the tight quarters of the stall.

The hairy-chested man then immediately went to the doorway to briefly play look out for the other men. He looked to the right, the left and then he closed the door again. As he went to one of the two shower heads in this men's room, he told the others that the pool was quiet but that Joe had returned and was picking up towels.

As he eagerly sat down on the toilet seat, my backside to him, the bald handsome man had enthusiastically grabbed my entire little butt in one handful and gave it a quick love bite saying, "Don't worry, baby...I'll fill that void you're feeling...gimme a second." He was masturbating furiously as he bent deeply forward in order to plunge his man tongue into my butthole. He then licked up and down the whole length of my smooth butt crack. He slurped and munched on my gooed-up little hole, sucking out the remainder of his buddy's seeping semen but making sure to keep my boy cunt sloppy wet with his saliva.

Then he grabbed my hips and told me to hop up onto his lap. "Come on, Kevy, sit on daddy's lap...", he cooed as he slapped his hairy inner thighs drawing focus to his super wide dick that pointed toward the ceiling tiles.

"Damn, didn't I hear you played Santa at the mall once or twice?", the big-nosed man, milking his own dick, asked the handsome bald man snidely.

"If he did, he cut a hole in the crotch of his red velvet suit first, no doubt!", added the white-haired man.

"Hey, even we department store Santas deserve our little Christmas presents, don't we?", the handsome bald man teased back.

I sort of hopped up onto the man's lap, quite frankly, not too differently than I would have onto Santa's.

This time, the white-haired man squatted in front of us. He reached between our wide-spread legs and took hold of the bald handsome man's cock in his right hand as he simultaneously poked into my butthole using two fingers of his left hand.

"You planning to fuck the kid ...using my dick or something?", the handsome bald man laughed as he sat back a bit on the toilet seat seemingly enjoying letting his friend do all the work. The white-haired man aimed his friend's wide cock right at my tight butthole. He rubbed the man's cock head along my rosebud, smearing it with the man's oozing precum. With the added lube of the sticky seed, I was able to more easily relax my anus muscles along the thick shaft. I learned by doing the first man, that by relaxing my butt muscles as much as I could, I was able to actually get a man's penis to penetrate my hole more easily. My little hole spread luridly open as I plunged very slowly down onto the man's thick erection.

"Fuckin' JESUS!", he blurted out as three or four inches of his meat disappeared into my butt. "Damn fucking JESUS! No fucking wonder you fucking blew your wad so fuckin fast into this thing!", he yelled out to his buddy who was showering off just five feet away. "This tyke's like screwing a ...first grader or something! DAMN JESUS! Never felt anything so tight!"

The white-haired man suddenly grabbed my right hand and pulled me forward a bit. He directed me to reach between my legs in order to play with the bald handsome man's two plum-sized testicles within his hairy scrotum as he fucked me. That immediately sent the bald handsome man over the top and into orgasm. He gripped my slender hips and for the second time in ten minutes I felt that same warm, thick liquid from a man's scrotum powerfully gush up inside my body. But I now knew it was the bald handsome man's daddy milk that flooded my innards. I lightly bounced a bit on his erect ejaculating cock trying to get more of the man's penis up inside of me. But because of its girth, I couldn't manage to take in any more than about five of the man's seven inches.

The man then abruptly rose from the toilet seat, holding me loosely but allowing me to slide off of him as he stood. His cock was still hard and oozing thick white goo. He quickly turned me around by the shoulders so I was facing him and grabbed my head. He pulled my face onto his cock and forced it into my mouth where he pumped out three more rounds of his thick white gooey drink. It tasted all salty-sweet and delicious. It was in that moment that I now really knew I loved to drink the milk that came out the big hairy scrotums of daddies.

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