Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 13:53:59 -0500 From: gloryhole JUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com Subject: Whoring With Dad - Part 7

Whoring With Dad

Part Seven: Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz!

TrueLife tales by a denizen of the public toilets

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com

Whether you're a dirty old man always fiddling with the zipper of his cheap slacks or a beefy college kid keeping a big ol'secret or a talcumed, middle-aged bank exec with, (shall we say), cravings for illicit deeds or a non-descript regular-Joe just sitting there on some park bench somewhere waiting for who-knows-what or even if you should be a grinning new daddy...

...no matter what guise you may take as you walk this Planet, if you're a lecherous and drooling pervert please feel free to tap out a naughty e-mail to the author! He loves to hear from all his readers.

Persons are welcome to reach into their trousers with intent to stroke themselves in a most indecent manner as they read the following tale. If they use a lap top computer while reading this story, they are additionally invited to casually walk around their homes or offices with a boner tenting their slacks. ("What am I looking at, dad? Um, nuthin'...just some stuff for a paper I have to write for school.").

Readers are also free to enjoy the following story along with their male co-workers (read it aloud at the urinals midday) or with the fellas on their sports team (not everyone is watching Cher sing during half-time, you know). Golly, one finds out a lot about other guys when you all "read" together.

But please DO NOT publish, re-print, copy, plagiarize, or transcribe to marble stele any portion of "Whoring With Dad" without the author's direct, written consent.

Preface, Disclaimer, Warning and a Primer For The More Naive Reader:

'Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz?!', you ask (as you do a spit-take with your morning coffee...and your pants down). And, no, we're not talking about some new doughnut from DUNKIN' DONUTS/China. (And it's not the Beijing version of Honey Nut Cheerios, either).

The following chapter of "Whoring With Dad" is not for everyone. It's intended for the most degenerate of men...which are, as we all know by now, most every one of you who continues to scroll down!

It is a chapter that is particularly not intended for the consumption of edgy moms or people susceptible to stroke or heart attack while they read. If you're a nasty perv with a pre-existing heart condition and yet insist on reading this chapter, do so at your own risk (and, damn it, man, at least have the paddles ready alongside your computer)!

Our more "decent" male readers, (as they masturbate along with every word), will ask themselves (and call out to the author in the flickering dimness of their rooms), "Where do things like this happen?" or "Do such kids really exist?" or "It's THAT easy?"

Since any of those questions could actually be construed as veiled forms of asking where they could find a hot restroom, as is depicted in this story, you will simply have to trust that the author is relating only the truest of facts from his own childhood. As they say, you can't make up this stuff! Well, you can but then it would be filled with more kisses and expensive presents for our child hero.

(SEE?! You scrolled down! You're officially a degenerate!).

A public Men's Room, which is used often, (and primarily), as a homosexual playground is commonly referred to as a "tearoom" (in the lingo of its hardcore lecherous users). And as such, a heavily trafficked "tearoom", in particular, does not, cannot, simply roll up its slippery carpet predicated merely on who might enter it throughout its "working day". They are what they are and remain what they are no matter who may stumble into them!

Let's face fact, some public men's rooms are exactly the wondrous dens of perversion which our worried mothers fear. And let's bump honesty up a notch by fessing up to the fact that most tearooms offer sex far more depraved than those same mothers could ever imagine. Why, some would faint knowing who all is getting' sucked'n'slobbered on within those toilet stalls!

A "gloryhole", which, by the way, is a hole, bored into a wall usually within a tearoom (although "commercial-grade" gloryholes are also available in most any adult bookstore video arcade) is intended to facilitate quick, completely anonymous sex, (most often fellatio), between two males (ANY two males). It is a hole large enough in diameter to accommodate an adult-sized erection and is set to a height as to be at crotch level when a man of average stature stands before it (to unzip).

Some feel these holes are made by cock-loving elves late at night...whistlin'n'whiddlin' as they roam the Earth doing good. Others suspect they are less-magically carved out either by hungry cocksuckers willing to deep-throat the next one hundred needy boners that wander into the place or by horny "top" men with raging meat needing to blow some sperm into a mouth...any mouth...real bad.

And until some outside force seals or boards one over, these gloryholes are permanently whittled, drilled and/or "blasted" through a wall. Therefore, these vital utility holes do not "disappear" on command simply because a priest or a clean-cut fratboy or even a youngster wanders in. These portals of salacious oral sex between strangers don't suddenly fade away like some homo-bent mirage merely because an unwitting father enters the place with his three young sons in tow. Rather, the probability is very high in such situations that even the most pedestrian of restroom users will come face-to-face with the hardcore reality of gloryholes.

That all said, do not fear (...moms). Most tearooms are identifiable from a thousand paces. So it is not as common as one might fear (or hope) that some dad, with the kids for the afternoon, will "accidentally" barge into a tiled sex pit just as six men are squirting juices down another guy's throat. Although, on occasion, one can walk into a seven-man orgy right there in the mall toilet, (right next to Cinnabuns), in these contemporary times, finding a truly depraved gloryhole tearoom requires more luck, skill and leg work than in years past.

But when a male finds one, there is no doubting what its primary 'reason for being' is. The doors will squeak as an alarm; the floors will be all sticky with spent splats of other strangers' scrotum juice; the aroma of semen will reek throughout; shadowy men will be loitering - their boners obvious within their polyester slacks; the tell-tale noises of fellatio will waft throughout the room. And so, it is only the mildly retarded father who would bring his sons into such a place and yet be totally unaware of where he's brought them. (Or, conversely, it is a very knowing father who has pounded the pavement all afternoon looking for just this spot)!

It is to just such an "unwholesome" public toilet or "tearoom" that our story's young hero has been exposed. Therefore, there is really no further "work" required in order to understand what then could happen on such a playground of anonymous, sperm-swapping, all male, and oftentimes, inter-generational sex -- as it presents itself right at our little hero's Keds-clad feet.

So that part of our story is not "brain science". Drill a gloryhole in the mall toilets, only fifty yards down from the food court and game arcade? Come on, who do you think will pop by sooner or later? Or take your grandsons into the men's room at an interstate rest stop? Get real, you've brought them to the great Roadside Pit Stop of Motorist-to-Motorist Fellatio! Or stop in at the public toilets in the park while you're with your toddler son? You really should know more about the world if you're gunna be raising kids, dad! Why, you've plunked him slap-dab in the middle of where most every guy in your local community goes to blow some seed into the well-lubed throat of one of those hungry pervs who is busy all day at the "chow-hole" chuggin'n'gulpin' the general public's nutgoo! You really should know better than to do that!

And before you go thinking this is some big "gay" thing - and set out with bats and torches - remember that most tearoom users are "straight" and oftentimes, married fathers! YES! Truly! Sure, there are many homosexuals who sit in a stall sucking dicks all day - every day. But, the most common male to haunt the public toilets is the upstanding husband and father (who, admittedly, has a big secret...and an even bigger boner).

The men who utilize many public toilets for quick sex are often closeted husbands or even single, straight jock-types who simply know they can bust a quick nut inside - with no strings attached ('ceptin' that string of precum from their dicks to the cocksucker's lips). Early retirees, often as their wives are still working, will get bored...and start sucking dicks in the toilets for the first time in all their sixty-two years! (And they do indeed find it to be more fun than playing pinochle all day). Or sometimes a public tearoom is on many young lads daily route to or from school. They aren't necessarily "gay" boys - they're just horny and looking for a mouth they can practice squirting their new-found ejaculates into. Others of their same age are merely curious as to what adult men - three or four times their age - look, feel and taste like so they sit in a stall servicing the entire after work businessman rush hour crowd... to find out!

In fact, the busy tearoom is populated by the exact same cross-section of average demographics one might find at any shopping mall, sports stadium or commuter train station. In fact, traditionally, the best tearooms are found in shopping malls, sports stadiums and commuter train stations!

Unlike some women would hope, the average tearoom user is, quite frankly, their own sons and/or husbands and/or fathers! If the only males who were to use tearooms drooled and wore trench coats stained in dried semen, well, they'd be rather easy to detect...and slapped with handcuffs! Instead, they're any average fellow you could scope out on the any street...anywhere. See that suit'n'tie exec - the one with the flecks of gray in his hair and sporting a wedding ring? He's headed for a tearoom on his lunch hour - to play with six other guys' dicks. See that hunky kid with the great biceps and huge mound in his soccer shorts? Yup, in about 3 minutes -- once he enters that restroom -- he's gunna have some total stranger chowing on his big boner...down to his pubes! See that swarthy truck driver - the brute you'd swear could beat up Mike Tyson? Yup. He, too, is headed to a men's room to suck sperm out of any dick that wants to shove itself into his open mouth.

And see that old man with the lecherous grin, rubbing his hands like a dirty old perv and walking real fast, despite his limp? He's going to the supermarket...bananas ..two pounds for 39-cents today!

As with all other parts of this tale, readers are asked to be of legal age in their area before reading it.

Under no circumstances should any reader condone or "act out" the scenes they are about to read. Beat off a load of your daddymilk as you read ...and be on your way!

It is not only advised but is also strongly discouraged that any adult male bring anyone under-aged into a tearoom in order to "educate" him to the things men do (while the wife is getting her hair done). A tearoom is not a schoolhouse (although, ironically, many schoolhouses have tearooms)!

If an adult male should encounter a little lad within a public toilet, no matter how aggressive, curious or hung'n'horny that little lad may be, you are advised to flush and run!

And now, listen to that faucet at the sinks dripping; hear the distant sound of an exotic bird cawing; smell that aromatic blend of stale piss and years of spilt semen; see the lewd cartoons of giant ejaculating penises scrawled on every wall; and feel the molesting hand of some stranger as it comes through that hole ...as we return to the tearoom at Lincoln Park Zoo.

Whoring With Dad Part Seven: Chow-Holes R 4 KiDz!

By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE

I looked down toward the sticky, eroding floor and could just make out Tomas' small face peeping out from the broad opening of his wicker bassinet as he suckled hard on that pacifier of his. When he wasn't sleeping, it appeared that sucking was Tomas' main activity. I was beginning to realize the secret as to why, perhaps, he was always so mellow. The power of the three-month-old's jaws, as they went to town on that piece of rubber, made me think that he could nurse from, like, a wild nanny goat or a wolf or something if he were ever to find himself abandoned in the woods.

Jesus then also glanced over at his son ...but with furled brows. Something was wrong. With his jeans spread open; his huge cock jutting; and his low-hanging nuts swinging free in the cool, musty air, he leaned forward and tugged the bassinet from where it was wedged. As he did so, I could see what he had just noticed - a very small leak from where the toilet bowl met the floor was making a bottom edge of the wicker ever so slightly wet.

Then standing, with full erection, he now found himself holding the bassinet in his hands again, and, again looking for somewhere to put it. I was too small to ever be able to hold onto the bassinet properly.

The hand, seeing the father's dilemma, took the opportunity to reach its way in again to begin another lurid milking of Jesus' penis. So, Jesus was stuck like that for the moment -- cradling his son's bassinet as some stranger fondled his big, Latino genitalia. There was no escape and so, Jesus, just looked at me with an expression of "oh well" submission and he shrugged. He stood there and allowed the hand to openly masturbate the length of his thick, uncut cock.

And figuring it was okay to do so, as the hand milked his shaft, making it all slippery, I reached and felt Jesus' nuts - his testicles felt heavy in their sac. I figured that he probably needed to squirt off some more of his warm and spicy daddymilk. I groped and caressed the man's scrotum as I watched the old man's hand pull Jesus toward the gaping hole. This time Jesus, though, did not resist but instead allowed the hand to guide his impressive erection directly through the metal gloryhole. Almost immediately upon seeing his penis disappear, I could hear those same, loud slurping noises coming from the next stall. So that's what the room of teens and I had been hearing - the old man in there was sucking on penises!

I watched as Jesus closed his eyes while he enjoyed the wet, smacking slurps of this unknown mouth. He gripped onto Tomas' bassinet and tried to keep it from bashing into the metal partition as he began a slow, grinding of his hips into the hole. Jesus evidentally was trying to screw every corner of his cocksucker's mouth.

He then finally had enough - of holding onto the bassinet - and so he pulled himself away from the gloryhole for just a moment. As he withdrew from the service hole, I could see that his huge snake of a cock was now obscenely slick and shiny with the saliva of the old man. The blue eyeball returned to the hole, to see what was happening, no doubt. Jesus quickly placed the bassinet down in front of him, at the bottom of the partition, on the floor, directly below the gaping hole. And like the other times, he sort of straddled it as he shoved his cock through the gloryhole, and into a waiting, open mouth once again.

Tomas was oblivious to what was happening as he laid in his swaddled blankies and began to doze into another nap. Jesus then grabbed me by my head and pulled me toward him. I leaned, not wanting to fall into or step on Tomas.

"Suck,", he whispered to me. He pulled back from the hole just a couple of inches to the point where I could see the old man's whiskered lips nursing, like a madman, on his thick boner - as well as to see that Jesus' big scrotum was available to be licked.

"SUCK!", he again whispered, more demandingly.

I leaned in more and held onto the metal wall as I opened my small mouth and started to lap and lick at Jesus' bull-sized scrotum.

"Ay....si... SI!", he muttered with his eyes closed as he basked in having two mouths all over his sex organs.

As I would lap and lick some more, the old man, who knew just what was up, would slither his perverted and whorish tongue onto mine - right through the hole. He'd then pull off of Jesus just to say in a hushed tone, "Good stuff, ain't it, boy?" And then he'd swallow Jesus down again.

Then he stopped again and pushed on Jesus' cock, indicating he should slide his penis out of the hole. As Jesus did so, the old man whispered to me, "Put it in your mouth, cutie...go on, suck on that tasty thing hanging on your daddy."

Why did everyone keep thinking Jesus was my daddy? We looked nothing alike.

But as I was down there so close to the hole, all Jesus had to do was turn his hips ever so slightly to his left and the drooling head of his cock was brushing at my lips.

"Yeah, suck on it like a good little boy there", the old coot again whispered with great glee in his raspy voice. "Suck on your daddy just like I was..."

I guess I must have startled the old man because he made a most audible groan as I rather precociously took, in just one try, nearly six of Jesus' nine inches right down inside my seven-year-old's throat.

"Oooooooooooh, myyyyyyyy", was the last thing I heard the old cocksucker mutter as he stared through the gloryhole like a lizard-on-a-fly.

But, golly, how could one have expected the elderly whore to know that I'd had lots of big adult penises in my mouth before.

I sucked on Jesus' cock, I suppose, subconsciously, trying to give the old man a good show. After a couple of minutes of watching, he slipped his hand through the hole and fondled Jesus' fat, wet nuts as I sucked. The man's hand explored and found my mouth where it nursed on the huge penis. The old man was feeling my jaws and lips as they were stuffed obscenely with Jesus' erection. Then he again cupped Jesus' saliva-slobbered scrotum once again.

That was almost too much for Jesus to take and I suppose the old man knew it as he could feel the man's testicles seize up ever so slightly indicating he was ready to ejaculate. The old man pulled away and brought his mouth back to the hole. He whispered, "Eat your daddy's nut bust...let 'im do it right in your mouth, cutie."

I figured the man must have been referring to Jesus' daddymilk as I, too, could sense he was ready to squirt up more of it at any moment.

"And gimme some, too, cutie", the old man whispered so more. He then wiggled his tongue through the opening of the hole and I knew he wanted to taste some of Jesus' daddymilk, as well.

Jesus then gripped me by my shoulder, indicating he was about to flood my throat in his daddymilk. I took that very seriously as it was the best part and let him muffle his grunts as he blasted creamy warm milk inside my mouth and throat.

I could hear the old man make some lewd murmur as his eyeball stared at my throat while it was chugging down as much milk flow as it could handle. After gulping down two or three big squirts, I pulled away from Jesus and with both of my small hands, tried to move the head of his cock back to the hole. As I did, Jesus just kept shooting out daddymilk - like some over-filled water gun! He had no control at this point and had to let his ejaculate continue to pump out of his heavy testicular sac. Although the old man's tongue got white-washed with some thick splats of the stuff, I am afraid to admit I wasn't very good at aiming and much of the rest of Jesus' unloading were wild shots spritzing everywhere.

"YOU IN THERE?", a deep but young, husky voice suddenly whispered through the crack of our door. Jesus opened his eyes and looked over at the narrow separation where the door met its hinges.

"Coast's clear, papi", a second youthful voice whispered through the door's other jamb on the side near the latch. "Woo-ie, that was super hot, papi!"

I turned to look toward the door, unaware that some of Jesus' thick daddymilk clung to my small chin. I could see the cracks in the doorframe were filled by the presence of two peepers. I couldn't tell exactly who'd been looking in for a while but they were apparently two of the tough teens.

"Dang!", the huskier voice whispered, "Look at that sperm you got all over the kid in there, Chico! Too fuckin' cool!"

"Old geez is slurping the rest down in here, you guys...the hungry old perv!", a third, slightly more distant voice stated. It belonged to yet another of the teens who had to have been watching the action through the jamb of the old man's stall door.

Then the old man reached back in through the hole and took Jesus' softening cock into his hand and shook it - rather like a handshake. He then patted it as it to say, "Good dickie...good dickie."

I looked up at Jesus and he grinned, also finding the old hand's salacious hunger for cock to be rather humorous.

Then the hand turned its attentions elsewhere. To me! Again, it clawed into the air until it found me where I stood. The hand groped at my face and then at my shoulders and then it dropped and stroked my bare smooth chest.

The hand pulled out and the eyeball re-appeared as if to survey his target. Then the hand ...and wrist...and few inches of forearm returned and reached down to grope my crotch. Right through the material of my pull on pants! That felt so good! My boner was hard inside of them and the hand seemed to enjoy knowing I was already ready for more action.

"Looks like the old perv wants some more!", the husky voiced teen whispered breathlessly through the crack.

"He wants to suck him, papi", the second teen added. "Dang...this old mouth will suck anyone!"

As the hand continued to grope me, Jesus peered down and with a grin he nodded toward the hole as if asking, "You want to try it?"

I smiled and then nodded enthusiastically as I felt the stranger's hand all over my tenting crotch, engulfing it in its big, wide palm and long fingers.

Jesus reached behind me and pulled down the back of my pull up pants, along with my white underpants. The hand obviously sensed what was happening and withdrew its groping. Jesus then tugged them some more until my pants came down completely to fall upon my Keds sneakers.

Behind me all I could hear was the panting breathing and jerking off of the teens who continued to peep in through the cracks.

The hand reached down again and seemed to delight in milking my first-grader's erection. It then pulled out of the hole and the eyeball returned and dropped down to look at it. Then the whiskered, toothless mouth re-appeared at the wide hole and whispered, "Ooooooooooooh, plllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaase...this will be such a fuuuun one....pleaaaaaaaaase...". He was begging to suck my boner! He licked his chops and smacked his gums and wagged his tongue through the hole - all clear indications he wanted to give head to a seven-year-old -- just as he did for any other guy at that hole.

I tried in vain, and rather comedically, I must admit, to reach up to push my penis through the gloryhole. But it was just too high for me. It came up more to my chest-level than to my crotch - since it was made for much older guys to use.

Seeing my problem, Jesus again looked at me with this expression on his face that asked, "Need a boost?"

I nodded and so Jesus picked me up, sort of by my armpits and positioned me so my boner was even with the hole... and the wet, hungry mouth.

"Oh......freakin' DO IT, papi!". One of the on-lookers cheered on in a hushed and very excited tone. "Feed the kid to that old perv!"

Jesus looked over at the cracks in the door with his wonderfully evil goateed-Cheshire smile of his since he was going to do exactly that.

With my feet dangling, I felt myself getting closer to the metal wall. For only a moment my eyes dropped down and I could see little Tomas directly below me, lying on the floor right between where Jesus firmly had planted his feet.

Then my young boner slipped into something warm and wet and most decidedly delightful! Immediately I felt these great spasms of pleasure wash over my entire body - from my hair to my toes. I was inside the old man's sucking mouth and I never wanted to leave!

Even Jesus had to chuckle as he noticed that my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I got my very first gloryhole blowjob! He held me to the hole as the man's toothless mouth did its work. I felt like such a big boy - getting to screw around inside the mouth that sucked everyone!

"Feed it to him, Chico!", the huskier voiced teen cheered as he watched. I could hear the heavy breathing all around me as these guys witnessed the mouth sucking on me.

Since I couldn't yet make daddymilk myself, I can't quite say when I reached orgasm. Was it upon initial contact with the pro's cum-soaked and lascivious lips? Was it when I felt warmth cross over my flesh? When my eyes rolled into my skull? When my hairless nuts spazzed inside my body a bit? One could not tell from my penis which still stood out like a fleshy flagpole from my loins even when we were done. Whenever it took place, my dry orgasm was intense and complete. And yet the sucking mouth continued to suck on me. Finally, it was Jesus, having felt my body relax in climax, who had to rather forcefully pull me away... and out of the old man's mouth. The old fella didn't quite want to give up my boner!

Jesus set me down and tapped the top of my Bavarian hat as if to somehow congratulate me or something. "See? You very bad, bad boy", he laughed. He then stuck his own cock back into the hole where the old mouth elatedly took it down its throat some more.

Then there was a soft but determined pounding on the old man's stall door. Then again. Then we could hear one of the teens whisper, demandingly, "Open up, cocksucker...do us...come on!"

We couldn't easily see anything but could hear the old man unlatch his stall door and let in one of the teen boys. I peered through the gloryhole and could see some one of the teens standing before the seated old man. I couldn't tell which of the gang guys it was since I could only see him from the chest down. And I didn't recall the t-shirt.

I watched as the old man lewdly felt up the Youth's crotch, massaging the teen's big bulge and then unzipping his jeans. In a flash then he was sucking the unknown teen off. I watched as he held onto the boy by his hips and then drop to his round butt. I could tell through the grip he had on the muscled buttcheeks that he wasn't going to let the boy go until he'd given him all his milk.

And the young guy did not last too long since the old man apparently knew how to get guys off good using his throat muscles. I could now attest to that myself!

But before the teen could get to climax, one of his buddies peering in through the cracks or at the door of their open stall, whispered at him, "Shoot in the hole, Mike!"

Another of the teens immediately chimed in, agreeing. "YEAH! Too cool, Mike! Shoot your load through the hole!"

And a third teen egged on Mike the same way.

I watched and watched through the hole, when suddenly Jesus gripped me by the nape of my neck - sort of holding me in place as I peered through the gloryhole. Suddenly I could see the teen guy pull out of the old man's mouth and turn to the hole. He stepped one step closer and stuck his big boner through. As he did, all I could see was his white, thick daddymilk shoot out of the slit of the teen's hard cock. It shot rather like a water fountain and caught me by some surprise as it hosed my nose and lips and chest in warm, thick, viscous teen seed. I ate some of it, which fortunately had glopped onto my out-stretched tongue -- but the rest kept pumping off into the air.

"Oooooooooohhhhh! RIGHT ON!", one of the teens exclaimed.

"TOO FUCKIN' COOL...good going, Mike!", the husky voiced guy muttered. "Lets use the gloryhole as a freaking blow hole...just like the sperm whales they got here do!"

I looked back through the hole and could see that Mike who had just ejaculated all over me casually stepped away from the hole, stuffing his cock back into his jeans as he did so. When he exited the old man's stall, immediately another of the teens took his place. I could tell from his shirt and his big muscles that it was the handsome blonde tough. He popped open his jeans fast as he stood in front of the old man and then shoved his really long boner between the man's wet lips.

"Do the same thing, Nathan", one of his buddies instructed.

So blonde Nathan fucked the old guy's throat like a rabbit. I watched as the old man's adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the youth's boner.

And then when he was ready to cum, just like the first teen, Nathan stepped away from the old man's sucking mouth, turned and stuck his erect, ejaculating dick right through the hole. And again, Jesus gripped the nape of my neck, as if instructing me to stay put at that hole and to open my mouth wide.

More blasts of super thick, super fresh teen daddymilk washed out my mouth and all over my face and into the air. The blonde teen pumped out sperm wildly, saturating me and everything else in its way it seemed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, arrrgg...DANG DAMN! That was gooooood!", he exclaimed as his erection spasmed out the last rounds of his teen testicular fluid.

"You're up next, Bri!", the blonde tough said to his buddy as they swapped places inside the old cocksucker's stall.

I could tell immediately it was big, beefy Bri when I peeped again through the gloryhole. No mistaking his man's build and huge cock as he opened his jeans. The old man milked him but then Bri suddenly grabbed the man's wrist and yanked him off his penis. "You had some earlier old man", he sneered.

"Whacha think?", one of the guys asked as they watched.

"Why not go for the more direct approach?", Bri said to his buddies, hinting at what he was about to do. I looked through the five-inch diameter hole and could see his big, athletic frame fill the area. He then stuck his huge boner right through the hole.

"Oh, fuck YEAH!", Nathan said as he watched his big friend lean against the hole looking for a blowjob...from me!

"Let the kid work some for the batter!", Bri stated as he rested his big physique against the metal partition, allowing his fat, meaty boner to bouncing and throb as it awaited some badly needed attention.

I looked up at Jesus and he nodded sternly for me to start sucking. He reached over and gripped the youth's shaft and big nuts, holding them as he then pressed my head to the boy's cockhead. "SUCK!", Jesus muttered.

I began to suck on the juicy sweet head of the older boy's penis. It tasted so yummy and smooth. Somehow teenager's dicks tasted different than the older men I had been sucking on.

I felt Bri shove his hips a few times at the wall and knew he wanted me to suck more aggressively, so I opened my jaws real wide and tried to surprise him by showing how much of his thick teen penis I could get inside of my mouth.

That seemed to do the trick since I then heard him groan big and deep.

"There a goddamn wildebeest in one of them stalls?", some other teen voice called out from the area of the sinks.

I slobbered and licked and sucked on the high school tough's wrist-thick cock and then could feel the shaft thicken. I lapped at his smooth heavy scrotum and could feel them churning with milk and preparing to blow.

Without a warning, as I was lapping his nuts, Bri bust a nut and started to fire off daddymilk high into the air...and onto my hat! Another huge blast skyrocketed and I tried to open my mouth for it but wasn't fast enough and that dropped somewhere in the stall in a heavy, thunk of a splat. But the rest of it fired off into my small mouth, flooding my throat in teen semen.

There was so much coming out of the teen, that some of it ran out of my mouth and dripped to my chin and chest and then downward. I was a mess!

Bri then pulled out quickly and said, nervously to his buddies, "Okay...let's get the hell out of here!"

I looked through the hole and saw Bri rushing to button up his jeans as he exited the old cocksucker's stall.

They disappeared to the sink area where I could then hear Bri give orders to the gang to leave. "Getting too tight in here...let's go get us some refreshing beverages somewhere!"

Clearly the beefy stud of a teenager got spooked once he'd ejaculated. Maybe the blood flowed back to his brain or something after busting his nut inside a little kid's mouth.

To be continued...

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