Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 14:23:12 CST From: Mr. gloryhole JUNKIE Subject: Dad's Private Peep Show The following is based in truth. ghJ's RECOMMENDATION: If you can't handle it, DON'T READ IT. Comments welCUM cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com DAD'S PRIVATE PEEP SHOW By : gloryholeJUNKIE (Cumpig To A Nation) Part One: "Getting A Taste For What's To CUM" The arguments had increased as our family rushed to pack up the rest of books which dad had collected over his thirty years as a bibliophile and owner of a bookshop. Between sniping remarks and my sister screaming at the top of her lungs, we actually laughed as we counted the 89 boxes already brimming with his book collection. Mom teased that the move would have cost us $2000 less if dad were an illiterate. Dad would laugh, grab her around the waist and in a stage-whisper announce, "If I were illiterate, you wouldn't be moving into the new goddamn mansion, babe!" Indeed, although we were all tired and stressed out due to the move, it was no small comfort to know that we were moving into the house which personified the American Dream. Dad had expanded his bookstore business to include an internet coffee bar and small emporium for, seemingly, everything involving the printed word. Over the course of just over a year, net profits had soared. And so "the big move" was planned. Working with an architect buddy of his, dad practically designed the new house entirely himself. At dinner, he'd announce that Sam, his friend, was only involved to secure the proper permits and "to make sure the roof doesn't crash down on us". After schoolI'd drop by his store to see dad pouring over contracts and sketching out floor plans. "Hey, kiddo", he'd say as I'd throw my backpack into what became "my table" near his office, "Come here, what do you think of this for the game room?" I'd look at the scribbling and be mildly impressed but got used to the fact that, on paper, the "game room" would be converted intto the "gym room" the following week. So it was both exciting and a real relief when the foundation was poured and we knew we'd be moving into the new "mansion" within three months. And yet those three months became five months when dad wanted a room expanded. And they became seven months when the contractor lost a shipment of marble being imported from Italy. But as moving day fast approached, we found ourselves rushing around to finish packing up those items mom and dad did not want the movers to touch. Like mom's Royal Daultons and dad's books. What mom and dad didn't know was that I simply loved watching the movers the day they came by to pack up a giant semi-truck with our belongings. There they stood. Four incredibly well-built men, all in their thirties and each packing something big inside their jeans. Though only 14, I knew what the denim of their pants strained to contain. All I had to do was look down at the massive mound between my own strong legs to know that these men were hung like bulls. In fact, for being just a kid, I knew my way around men's crotches like an old pro. For years now, after school, I'd skip the school bus and instead take the public transit bus to a mall which was about a mile from our house. The very first time I went there alone, I was just approaching my 11th birthday and mom had asked me to meet her there instead of having her drive all the way back to the house in order to pick me up for a funeral. Some relative or another had died it was easier for her to swing by the mall than battle cross-town traffic from work. That afternoon, I had hopped the bus exactly at 3 after school and got to the mall only minutes later. The plan was for Mom to meet me at the food court at 4. So I had almost a full hour to wander around. Having to pee really bad, of course, I knew the first stop would be the bathroom. I went to men's room in the food court but it was closed for cleaning. "You can use the one in Macy's", said the fat woman mopping the floors. She looked at me seeing I was bewildered. "Across ... over there.", she said, pointing to somewhere in the mall. "I'll show you," a deep, calm voice stated, "I'm going over there anyway." I looked up and saw a very tall old man smiling down at me. To an eleven year old, anyone older than high school age was old but this man even had white hair! Being an obedient kid, I tagged along as he headed toward Macy's. "I have to do the same thing...when ya gotta go, ya gotta go", he said. I was too nervous to say anything and may have managed to grunt,"yeah". "You shopping for the family?", he joked. "Or is your mommy going to be looking for you?" "I have to meet her over there at 4", I said. "we're meeting near Burger King." "Oh", he smiled, "So you have some time to find a bathroom then I guess. We entered department store and he went directly to the escalators. "I know where these bathrooms are", he said, "I use this one when the mall bathroom is busy...and my wife is busy shopping for whatever it is ladies shop for." Again he smiled and winked. We walked through the glittering china department. I suppose to anyone who may have seen us, although the store was utterly dead on a Tuesday afternoon, they'd probably have presumed we were simply a grandfather with his grandson. Upon reaching the men's room, the old man stood behind me and pushed open the door for me, letting me enter first. Then he did the same with the second inner-door which at last opened to a large bathroom. I heard a bump and then a slamming door as we entered but thought little of it. Facing us were four sinks and mirrors. The urinals and stalls were around a corner. Looking about, I saw maybe five stalls and opposite them were eight urinals. No one seemed to be in the bathroom though two stall doors were closed. "Ah, relief, at last", the old man said with a wide smile. He seemed to look over toward the stalls briefly but went up to the urinal right next to the one I had selected. I stood and unzipped my school pants, really needing to piss. The old man looked down at me and smiled. He slowly unzipped his pants and as he did, I couldn't help but notice him fish out a long, thick penis. It looked strange (I'd later come to realize he was showing a lot of hanging foreskin) and I half-consciously looked at it as he started a stream of piss. "Oh, feels good, doesn't it, son?", he laughed. I nodded never having had such a conversation - or any conversation -- while peeing before. I pissed but noticed he had stopped. But he didn't put his penis back into his slacks. He let it continue to hang there. And I could have sworn it seemed to thicken even more. Despite being nervous, I was more fascinated than desirous of getting back to the food court. The old man stood there still facing his urinal with his hand on his hip closest to me, allowing me an unobstructed view of his penis as it seemed to swell and grow bigger than I ever thought a penis, even that of a full-grown adult man, could get. "Ever see one this big, kiddo?", he smiled and winked. Then hee looked over his shoulder a bit, again toward the stalls. Once he knew I wasn't planning to run or anything like that. He put a finger up to his mouth, signaling me to be silent. I just stood at my urinal, still unzipped; my own penis hanging from my pants. Unzipped and unbuckling his slacks with his enormous erection jutting from his fly, the old man stepped away from the urinals and quietly tip-toed up to one of the closed stalls. I was shocked to see him peek in through one of the doors. Then he went to the other occupied stall and did the same. But this time he stood openly and began to jack his cock for whomever was inside that stall to see. He waved and wagged his enormous erection for the occupant to see. "Open up...I need a mouth", he whispered. And with those words, the stall door opened and another extremely tall, muscular older man appeared with trousers down around his ankles and a big erection in hand. "Man, look at you today...all dribbling with precum...let me suck you", the stockier man, with dark grey hair said to the older man. He wrapped his hand around the white haired man's nine inch erection and began to stroke it. With his cock deep inside the stocky man's mouth, the white-haired man grabbed his head and made him look over toward me and the other man almost shouted. "Holy fuck, I didn't know a kid was in here!" And pulled his hand off the older man's cock. "It's okay", the white-haired man laughed, "Let him watch your mouth in action." "No way", the other man said, trying to pull up his slacks and close his stall door. "Come on, let the kid see you suck cock", the older man again said. He acted as if he knew the other man fairly well. Suddenly, the other stall door opened and a teen-ager, maybe 15 or so, came out with his jeans open and a long, hard cock sticking out. "He was doing mine", the kid said. "I can't do this", the stocky man said, "Not with a child here." "Come here, kid", the white-haired man said to me and slowly I wandered over to where they all stood. "You like this, don't you kiddo. Ever touch a man's penis before son?" I simply shook my head. "Here", he said, taking my hand and placing it on his huge hard-on. "Feel mine, kid...wrap your little hand around it...you like that?", he asked grinning. "I know I sure do." "Yeah, feel me, too" said the teen-aged boy. And the lanky teen forcefully pushed his cock into me. "Ease up, son", the white-haired man told the teen. "Just let him FEEL you...we don't want to scare this cutie off." So there I stood feeling two penises for the very first time in my life. One, that of a man in his sixties which was as long and thick as my Little League baseball bat and the other, throbbing and hard like stone, of some unknown high-schooler. Suddenly I felt a hand between my legs and then something incredibly warm. It was the stocky man. He was on his knees, had put his mouth on me and was sucking my penis! I must have looked incredulous as the white-haired man said, "Let him suck you...he likes to suck on penises...he sucks penises here all day, aint that right?" Then he pushed his enormous uncut cock onto mine and made the stocky man suck them both. "See, he puts everybody's penis into his mouth." As he did, the white-haired man grasped the teen-ager's cocks, milked him several times and then told the man sucking us to stop. "You have another one here to suck", the old man laughed. "The kid and I want to watch you eat some spunk." With those words, the stocky man engulfed the teen-ager's rigid cock and deep-throated him. I stood back a bit, while the white-haired man slowly milked my penis. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "You can feed him spunk too when you're older." I watched in mystified delight as the older stocky man sucked the young teen ravenously. It never even occurred to me that someone could suck your cock, let alone an adult man! "Let the kid try it", the white-haired man directed, tapping the stocky man on the shoulder. "If you can pull away from that young cock, that is." He grabbed the stocky man's head off the teen boy and guided his sucking lips onto his own drooling erection. "Eat my precum while I watch the boy taste his first cock. "Hey, I gotta cum", the teen boy said looking a bit frantic, "my folks are waiting on the first floor, man. "That's okay...just shoot your spunk when you feel it", the white-haired man said. "Let the boy taste your cockhead." With that, he pushed my head onto the teen-ager's thick cut cock. It felt warm and tasted wet and salty. "Oh, I gotta shoot.", the 15 year old said and suddenly I found my mouth flooded with sticky, hot white stuff. I heard the white-haired man laugh a bit as he held me by the nape of my neck. After I got a big mouthful, he pulled me off a bit, "Don't drown the boy in your stuff, there, stud". As I was pulled off, the teen kept shooting and spraying something from his cock. The stocky man engulfed the spritzing cockhead of the teen and held it tightly between his lips catching every last drop. I stared at the man's adam's apple as it seemed to gulp down every eruption of hot stuff which the teen shot. Then, in a flash the teen-aged stud had buttoned up and gone. "You just tasted some semen, there, kiddo", the white-haired man smiled. "What did you think?" I stared at him and just shrugged. I really had no clue as to what semen was. The stocky man had resumed sucking and deep-throating the white-haired man and I watched intently as the thick long cock disappeared into his sucking mouth. Each time it reappeared it seemed wetter and shiner. The stocky man kept feeling my penis and stroking it. I felt weak-kneed and shuddered in a dry orgasm. As I did, the stocky man wrapped his lips around my cock and milked me with them. His tongue was gentle yet felt like sandpaper. "Come here, kid", the white haired man said, almost out of breath. "COME HERE," he huffed as he grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto the head of his giant slimy cock. "Eat some real sperm, kid...eat what granddaddy's feeding you". I could barely breathe as I tasted thick globs of something sweet and tangy filling my mouth. It coated my tongue and I knew my chin was wet in it. Then even more shot out of the man's penis and I couldn't breathe and started to gag. Then coughed. He was filling my mouth with semen like the teen-ager had done. But this semen was stronger and did indeed seem to drown me. Once he calmed down, the white-haired man pulled his huge thick cock out of my mouth allowing me air to breath. Cum dripped off his shaft and I saw the stocky man lean over to suck the cock into his mouth, eating whatever semen still clung to it. I coughed and coughed, each time swallowing more cum and spitting some out. "You were good at that", the white-haired man stated, smiling at me and winking. "I think you're a natural...and he's got a big cock for little kid, doesn't he?", he said to the stockier man. I grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped up the mix of saliva and cum from my mouth and neck. Some had streaked my polo-style shirt but I'd hope it would disappear. "He's bigger than some men our age...", the stocky man whispered and laughed. "Come back to me when you start to make some jizz.", he said patting my crotch. I started zipping up but was interrupted. "You can't leave...", the white-haired man said, "...till you finish." He motioned for the stocky man to rise and winked at him. "That's right", added the tall, stocky man, who was maybe in his mid-fifties. "I gotta shoot, too." "You can't run out before you helped everybody out, son. Open up your little lips like you did for me and that other boy", the white-haired man said as he tucked in his shirt and buckled up his slacks. "Just let him cum inside your mouth - you're so good at that - let him see how good you are at that." The stocky man was so tall, I barely had to kneel as he simply jacked his own cock upon my lips, basically masturbating into my open mouth. "Here...I...COME...", he bellowed as his knees collapsed and his wide cockhead shot globs of white cream directly into my mouth. The taste was becoming familiar and I watched as he milked ever drop from his penis into my mouth. I didn't gag this time, having sufficient air. But I didn't know what to do once my mouth was full of this adult man's semen. Sensing this, the white-haired man said, "Swallow, kiddo, ALWAYS SWALLOW...eat all those hot baby-makers we dads make." And again he winked. With a long, slow movement, I closed my mouth and swallowed. The two men, although busy getting themselves put together again, stared at me as I ingested all the semen I'd just been fed. The white-haired man shook his head and winked again, "You like that stuff, don't you, son? It'll make you grow big and strong... but only if you eat enough of it." The other man whose cum I just ate, tousled my hair and said, "Shit, you are the youngest kid I ever seen in here -- or ever eat cum - GOD! Especially MY cum!" The extent of what he'd done seemed to just occur to him and he got extremely nervous. "Shit, I could be arrested...feeding some little kid my cum! I gotta get the fuck outta here!" With those words, he nearly bolted from the bathroom. Once alone, the white-haired man took my hand and placed it on his hefty crotch. He again was fully erect through the gabardine. "Grandaddy liked feeding you, kiddo...and you like daddies feeding you?" He humped my hand and made me squeeze his bulge. I nodded. "Good, cuz I hope we can meet here again soon and play some more", he whispered. "Would you like that?" Again, I simply nodded. Despite being over-whelmed I had secretly enjoyed feeling all those cocks and tasting spunk for the first time. It were as if a whole new world had opened to me thanks to this white-haired man old enough to my grandfather. "Can you meet me here this same day and time next week? That's when my wife and I come here so she can have her hair done", he said. "I...I..guess," I muttered. I figured I could take the metro bus again and still be home before my parents. "Good", he smiled. "And we can have even more fun here...maybe meet other men here... just like today," he said. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Sure, I guess." I said as though I had an option. "Good, cuz I want you to grow up to eat a lot of that spunk you tasted today. You liked mine, didn't you?" I nodded. "And I loved seeing you eat it all down", he smiled. Just then the door opened and three or four people came in to use the bathroom. The white-haired man silently mouthed, "NEXT WEEK...HERE." And then he exited. I washed my hands and also left the bathroom. Riding the escalator down to main floor, I spotted the white-haired man greeting a white-haired woman wearing a hat who apparently was his wife. I walked back to the food court and bought a Coke as I still has 10 minutes before my mother was due to arrive. And that was just the first of many, many Tuesday afternoon visits to Macy's men's room. So by the time Moving Day had arrived, I was busy staring at the movers and happy to know the new house was even closer to an even bigger mall! TO BE CONTINUED..