Date: Thu, 08 Apr 1999 15:22:37 PDT From: Jack Doegh Subject: The Family Business parts 3 and 4 The events which are detailed in this story are true; based on the author's life experience. Though a history commonly shared, no one, including the author, suggests or encourages anyone participate in such behavior. The sexual acts are graphic and are not to be considered "safe" in any way. The story is copyrighted and may not be duplicated without author's consent by writing to: cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com Comments are happily welcome. The Family Business By: Jack Doegh Part III: The Eighth Grade My young body was exhausted after the onslaught of six adult men taking turns using my mouth as a place to shoot their cum. I sat on the men's room toilet feeling as though I'd been dehydrated despite the globs of semen I'd ingested. A fine layer of sweat coated my school shirt so I decided it was time to head back across the street before my mother beat me home from work. I placed my books on the sink and looked into the sheet metal "mirror". I looked as if I'd run a marathon. I tried my best to comb my hair which had been tousled into a sweaty, messy medium-brown pile of locks by the men who had held my head as they fed me their loads. 'At least I'm in a park', I thought. People would just think I was running. The logic worked in getting me to face the world on the other side of the men's room door. The sun was brilliant on my eyes. I'd almost forgotten how dark it had been in there. Fortunately, no one was in immediate view and I made my way to the Drive. As I stood on the corner waiting to cross, a man was beside me. He quite cordially said hello and seemed to look me up and down. His expression was at once puzzled and amused. He smiled and gave a quick wink saying, "You can get quite a work-out in this park". As the light changed and we crossed, I muttered, "Yeah, it's warm now that it's May." I walked much faster than the man and was soon ducking into my apartment building. Once upstairs, I sped past Luisa, who was getting ready to leave for the day, and went into my room. I threw my books on the bed and pried off my school shoes. "SHIT", I said aloud. I'd just remembered I had a paper to do for social studies. I'd spent two and a half hours of homework time in the men's room sucking cock. As I took off my school tie, for the first time, I noticed it was coated in semen! It was damp, white with streaks, and reeking of the men who had taken turns on me. That must have been why that man crossing the street with me looked so bemused! No one could have missed that distinctive aroma! I raced to my bathroom to try to clean the tie but it was completely ruined. Holding it under the faucet only made the bleached-out blue even more apparent. "SHIT!", I yelled gain. Just then, my mother entered the apartment and called out my name. I had to undress fast and act as if I'd been home for hours. I came out wearing a t-shirt, sweat shorts and even put on my baseball cap to cover my sweat and cum-coated hair. This after-school routine continued for the rest of the semester. I counted the men I sucked and by the last day of school, I had "helped out" thrity-four different men in the park. Needless to say, I became quite proficient at swallowing cum. But I was only able to visit to the men's room during the weeks I'd be with mom. Even then, between soccer and homework, I'd only be able to get to the park for maybe a half an hour every day. Each time I'd find a couple of men to either suck me or, more frequently, wanting of a quick blow job. Once summer vacation began in mid-June, I had a lot more time to go to the park. But again, only during those weeks at mom's. I soon came to realize the men's room was open only from 6 a.m. til 6 p.m.and that the weekends were heavily patrolled by the police. One Saturday afternoon in late June, as I neared the men's room I saw it had been barracaded by two police cars. I hovered at a safe distance under a tree with several other people watching and waiting. My heart was pounding. "Bet someone O.D.'d in there...these parks are just so dangerous now-a-days", one woman said to her companion. "I wonder if someone's hurt", said another. I just stood silently wondering if the police had seen the gloryhole in the first booth. Suddenly, four policemen came out of the men's room nearly dragging three men in hand-cuffs. I immediately recognized them as being George and his buddies! They were directed to sit on the pavement outside the bathrooms as the cops took a statement from a man who followed them all out of the building. The man was in a near tirade. "...Then THIS muthafucking homo tried to fuckin' touch me and that sick-fuck put his hand on my dick...!", the man shouted, "Fucking good thing I carry a cell phone when I jog!" The women in front of me started to move along saying, "I tell you, that Phil Donahue is ruining this society!" I was crushed and disappointed at the sight of this spectacle. In all honesty, not so much for the men who'd been the first to eat my sperm, but because my cock-sucking spot had been "found out". Even at the tender age of twelve, I had enough sense not to want to get arrested -- especially right across the street from my house! So for the rest of the summer vacation, my boners had to be taken care of "the old fashioned way" -- by hand. From my room, I'd look across the street at the men's room rooftop often wondering if it was "safe" to go back; then I'd shoot my semen on the glass. But before I got up the nerve to check out the park again, my mother announced she was getting re-married. The news came two days before my thirteenth birthday. Although I was taken by surprise, I was actually happy for her. My mom always seemed more herself when she was within a relationship. Her fiancee of six months, Edward, was an editor with a publishing company in London and soon after the "big news", my mom told me she'd be moving to London with him. And I'd be going along! This is when my dad or rather, dad's lawyer, got involved. He immediately blocked my mother's ability to take me abroad. Rather than a costly court case, my mom acquiesced knowing I only had one more year of junior high and that I really wanted to graduate with my friends. So the decision to stay and move in permanently with dad was rather painless. After graduation, I could then decide if I wanted to attend school in England. The marriage was in July in Martha's Vineyard. Just the immedate family flew to the private home of one of my mom's friends for a very small but very expensive garden wedding. We all came home from there and three days later, mom and her new husband departed O'Hare for London. Amidst all the activities of those weeks, helping mom, moving my things over to dad's, saying goodbye...there was little time to scout for a new place to have sex with men. But I often thought of sucking more cocks. Even when we saw mom off at the airport, I stood at the long row of urinals in the terminal men's room eyeing the variety of men's penises hanging out of their open flies as they pissed. I wondered if all men wanted to be sucked or if there was something unique about that bathroom in the park. So with a new school year, came a new life in a sense. While mom had maintained an elegant address amid brownstone mansions, dad lived the life of an affluent, if not slightly flashy, bachelor. Mom used to call dad's apartment: the place a Vegas pit boss would live if there were casonos in Chicago. She made me keep her collection of Miro etchings as a reminder of my "other heritage." Indeed, dad had more money than taste. But in many ways, I liked it. It was more comfortable, colorful and one hardly saw the stains if one spilled a Coke. His building was in the heart of an area that was both expensive and known to be a "swingles" neighborhood. My room was large and I had all the "toys" a kid needed to occupy his time after school. Although I'd always lived with dad, it was a bit strange to see ALL my belongings gathered in one room after so many years. The view from my room on the 62nd floor looked onto several other highrises. During the day, it was a rather routine urban sight, but at night, it came alive. The lights shimmered and it seemed there were millions of apartments and lives "up in the sky". It was living here that I came to feel more independent and able to manuveur around the city. Wheras mom was nervous about my doing much alone, dad almost encouraged me to run errands. He'd often suggest I take the bus to a museum after school rather than rush right home. And as a new eighth-grader, the "big kids on campus", I began to feel I could conquer a city. Actually, getting to the cathedral school was easier from dad's and I found I could walk it in five minutes less than living at moms. Dad gave me a backpack for my books and told me to find something to do after school each day. His schedule was one that was always changing. He'd work all day and be home for dinner. Or on other nights, not get home till I'd be heading out to school. It became a routine to which we both quickly adjusted. I suppose his suggesting I explore the city after school was his way of off-setting some level of guilt about not always being home in the evenings. The third week of eighth grade added yet another layer of "enlightenment" to my young life. My dad had been working several nights in a row. For two of those days, I literally never even saw him though I'd find a message on the kitchen table and there'd be three messages on the answering machine. My class was planning it's first field trip to a downstate zoo and we each needed a parent's signature in order to go. I'd told my dad for days about it but he never got around to signing the slip. It was the night before the trip and dad was not going to be home. I went to school that morning but was told I would not legally be able to join the class since the paper was not signed. I must have looked like I was going to cry or something because my teacher, Sister Anne, came up with an idea. We'd board the bus and let me off near my dad's bookstore since it wasn't that far from the school. I could dash in, get his autograph and we'd only lose about 15 minutes of time. I was elated. As we drove down to LaSalle Street, the final two blocks approaching my dad's bookstore had been detoured. Sister Anne told the driver to pull over and let me off. "Do you know exactly where his shop is from here?", she asked me. I nodded although I'd never been to the bookstore in my life. I knew the number and that it was on a short dark street just a block or so up. Sister said, "I want you to run but be careful of traffic -- get his signature and come right back...the bus will not move. We're in front of this clothing shop...now go!" The driver opened the door and all the kids on the bus started shouting: "RUN,RUN,RUN, GO, GO,GO!!!" The adrenaline was coursing through my body as I darted across the street and ran a block in seconds flat. '23 McKinley', I repeated in my head, the address of my dad's bookstore. I spotted the dark little street and made a left. I passed a tiny tobacconist shop and then I saw the number 23 over a door. The entire front facade was comprised of completely black-painted glass. A very small sign stated: "The Stock Exchange" Books, Magazines, Novelties. 'Wow, it was less glamorous than I'd even imagined', I thought to myself. I was a bit out-of-breath and only thought of the busload of people waiting for me as I swung open the door and rushed in. It was incredibly bright inside and there was a very high counter greeting all who entered. A turnstile blocked anyones path. I stood there feeling trapped and confused. What sort of a bookstore charges people "a buck to browse"?? A face emerged from over the counter and almost yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??" It was my dad. "You can't be in here...is something wrong???" I stood at the bottom of this counter and began to explain the situation. "Fuck this...", my dad said as he called for Max to cover the counter while he came around to meet me at the entrance. Dad grabbed me by the arm and pushed me out the front door. "You can't be in here...they could close me down, forchissake!" Dad could obviously see the utter confusion on my face. And he knew I had no idea of just what sort of bookstore he owned. So his gruffness was instantly replaced with a nervous concern. "How did you get here? Why aren't you in school? It's only 9 a.m!" I pulled out the slip of paper and told him the bus was waiting for me down the block. He looked up, alarmed and quickly signed the permission slip. "Get back to them quick...I'll see you at home tonight!" He pushed me as if to give me a jump start and I returned to the bus, panting and a bit dazed. Sister Anne and the kids all cheered and off we went to the zoo. That afternoon, I got home at about 3:30 and dad was already in the kitchen eating a sandwich. "How was the zoo?", he asked. "Great", I replied. There was a tension in the air though neither of us were angry. "What did you see at the zoo?", dad continued. "There was a really cool gorilla who got sick in front of everybody -- it just kept vomiting..." "You can't come to the bookstore like that again", my dad interrupted. "You must apparently be aware of what sort of store it is and you cannot come back." "Sort of store?", I asked. I had figured it was a porno store but hadn't yet heard anyone refer to it as such. "My store is unlike you mother's...you have to be 21 years old to enter", my dad said... but immediately began to laugh to himself. "Oh, man, what a scene..." I smiled, relieved he wasn't completely annoyed at me. "What's so funny?", I asked. "Max fucking laughed his ass off after you left...I think you're the youngest person to EVER enter the store...he wanted to know if they had the catholic kids working vice now!" Dad just continued laughing as he shook his head. I immediately thought of the cop shows on t.v. and the scene at the park over the summer so I had some sense of what dad was talking about. "But I had to get the form signed...and you weren't around and...", I pled. "I know, I know, it's my own fault...from now on, put ALL the slips on the fridge and I'll be certain they're signed in triplicate!!!", dad said, his voice telling me we'd be okay. "Want a sandwich? It's roat beef", he asked. "What... kinds of... stuff do you sell?", I haltingly asked him as he pulled out the loaf of bread. "Things you're a bit too young to know about, son...let it suffice to say, you have to be an adult to buy anything." "Sex stuff?", I pressed on. "Yes, son, items of a sexual nature ...for adults", he just stared at the bread as he spoke. "So I can never, like, come to where you work?," I asked incredulously. " I mean, I'll be, like graduated from COLLEGE before I can EVER see your bookstore??!" Even my dad was a bit taken aback by that prospect. It would be eight more years before he could legally enjoy a "Bring Your Kid to Work" day! "I mean, what if I have some emergency like I get hit by a bus or something?", I asked. "You mean I can NEVER come to your store??" Dad noted my real concern despite the unlikely scenario I'd vented. "Listen, son, I know this must be hard for you to understand...but there are laws which govern stores like mine. A lot of people aren't crazy about a place that offers the things I sell. So the city puts restrictions on those who can enter. One of those restrictions is on age. .. they could close the store down if you were caught inside -- even just in the doorway like you were today." "So, why not just have a normal bookstore like mom's?" I asked. "What's so bad if they closed it?" My words revealed my tremendous youth. Dad shook his head, "Your mother's store was founded by her parents in a day and age when you could afford to open a place like that. They survive only because of all the years of investment this city's put into it -- it's a freakin' institution. Well, the REST of the world aint so goddamn lucky and we gotta EARN a buck...that store of mine is what pays for this place, your trip this Christmas to see your mother, the clothes, the computer in your room...", dad was more frustrated than angry. "So, maybe you'll see why it aint such a good idea to have the city shut me down." "Okay", I shouted, "I get it! But what if I really, really need something?", I pushed. Dad moaned and took a deep breath. "Alright, I understand your anxiety...so this is what we're goin to do...I'm getting you a cell phone. Call me at this number...that's my private line at the store. IF, and I mean, only IF you have a REAL emergency, and I mean this son, it can't be another thing like today...you can come to the BACK of the store. There's an alley and a door to the back. Call me and I'll meet you in the alley...BUT DO NOT come to the front of the store again, hear me??" I nodded and took a bite of the sandwich dad had been building for me. "Is your store busy...you know, customers?", I asked as I chewed. "I didn't really see anybody in there..." "We're always quite busy but 9 a.m. is when many men have to be in their offices. It's busier earlier in the morning and then again at lunch hour...drink your milk...then we're incredibly busy all day again from 4 into the wee hours of the night." "So that's why you work so late sometimes?", I asked. "The store is open 24 hours a day. I have a few guys who work there with me...Max who you saw, he's a GREAT guy...then there's John and Adam. John quite old but he worked there even before I bought the place." The phone rang and it was mom calling from London. She'd just gotten in from some dinner party and was missing me. So we wound up talking for an hour and when I hung up, dad suggested we go out for some ice cream. The topic of his store was dropped and wasn't brought up again until a couple of weeks later. The Family Business By: Jack Doegh Part IV: Dad's Adult Bookstore The subject of dad's business venture was never brought up again. I had a million questions swirling in my head but sensed that dad was not in the mood to have a heart-to-heart with me about a porno store whether it was his or anybody elses. Being busy with school and the fact that dad was working more in the evenings kept me from pursuing any questions. Being in the eighth grade meant our role within the school more expanded. Some of us were classroom assistants in the lower grades; others, like me, brought the milk crates to the cafeteria from the delivery trucks in the mornings. We were also planning a pageant for the whole school. The eighth grade would put on a presentation about the true meaning of All Saints Day. It would be a Halloween party followed by a mass during school hours. I was one of the altar boys selected to participate. The month of October was a busy one and I'd come home most every day and do my homework, watch some t.v. and then go into my room and jack off. I'd look out my window to see if the man I had spotted once in a neighboring building was home. I had seen him one night walking around in just his jockey shorts and I quickly turned off my light. Although he was too far away to have actually noticed me watching, I felt safer in the dark as I watched him walk around his living room sipping a cup of coffee. He was probably thirty or so and didn't do anything but pace back and forth but seeing his adult body caused me to pop a boner. My hand milked my cock and again jets of my teen sperm hit the window and dripped onto the slats of the mini-blinds. Even when I couldn't see him, I'd openly masturbate at the window looking over to his apartment. 'Why was he NEVER home anymore?', I'd ask myself frustrated. Seeing him made me long for the summer and all those men I'd had fun with in the park. I knew I needed more than my hand and that actual contact was what I was craving. My dad's housekeeper, Martha, who came three times a week was getting ready to leave. She was a quiet older Black woman. Usually I'd stay in my room when she'd be there working. I'd do my homework and masturbate. One day as Martha was leaving, she called out to me, "Honey, I meant to say your daddy called this afternoon...". I entered the livingroom where she was putting on her coat. "He wont be in till real late so he had me make you a nice meatloaf and there are au gratin potatoes in the oven." I said, "Thanks, Martha, did he say when he'd be back?" "No, hon, but it'll be late so you just go to bed...there is school in the morning..." She waved and left the apartment. It was about 5 o'clock and I'd been about to cum when Martha had interrupted me. My cock thickened and started cramming against my jeans again as it grew hard. 'MAN, I need sex', I thought. I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Then I thought of doing something I had never done before. I was going to play the "snoop" and check out my dad's bedroom. The thought had occured to me a few times but I just never had the inclination to go through other people's things before. But now I knew my dad sold adult sex stuff and maybe, just maybe, I'd find some actual porn in his room. And I needed something to LOOK at as I continued jacking my young cock. I made sure the front door was deadbolted and headed to dad's room. It was immaculate as Martha had always left it. The prospect of finding something, anything, "adult" sort of vanished as I lifted his mattress and looked under his bed. 'Shit, where would dad hide a magazine?', I wondered. I went into his private bathroom and opened a few drawers. In a bottom drawer, I did find two boxes of "Ultimate Size" rubbers and a bottle of lubricant. But it wasn't PORN and that's what this mission was about! Inside his bathroom was a master-closet, a very large walk-in closet with built-in drawers and shelving. It was as if I landed inside King Tut's tomb. Although Martha was a thorough housekeeper, she, obviously had been told not to touch the closet. It was a mess of clothing, shoes, boxes, even an old lamp that I remember my mom hating before they were divorced. Somewhere inside there HAD to be some PORN! And I was fortunate to have such a mess in which to look -- dad would never know someone had been rummaging through his things! I looked and looked, through drawers and boxes yet found nothing. Behind some suits, was a small step-ladder, used to reach the top-most shelves. I pulled it out and opened it. Maybe up here was some PORN! I pulled a box down and JACKPOT! It was heavy and loaded with magazines. My heart pounded and I brought the box to the floor. Inside were dozens of magazines, such as: "Juggs", "Tit-Slut", "Gangbang Harlots". I flipped through a few looking briefly at all the girls with their legs spread. I'd never seen a woman's pussy before. It had never occurred to me that they were hairy, too! In one magazine, a girl was being fucked by three men. Seeing these handsome men poking their cocks into every hole of the girl made my cock hurt inside my jeans. I opened the zipper to release my hard-on. I feared to touch my penis thinking it would make me shoot immediately all over the magazines and my dad's shoes! I went back into the box and pulled out more magazines. At the bottom was a magazine with a hairy man on its cover. It was titled, "Gloryholes" and the man was licking his lips. 'YES!', I shouted in my head. I KNEW quite well what a gloryhole was. Almost trembling I opened the pages and instantly, without even touching myself, started pumping out a load of semen onto my stomach and leg! The photos were incredible as they depicted the guy on the cover sitting on a toilet sucking various men through a gloryhole. I paged through and counted him sucking seven different men in the spread. Cum coated his mustache and tongue as each picture progressed to show him doing one man after the other. My cum dripped down my exposed upper thigh and I wiped it with my hand. That was stupid because now my hand was coated in fragrant sperm and I still had to put the magazines away! I slid my hand over my shirt and then proceeded to pile the PORN into it's box. FUCK, some sperm had hit the gloryhole magazine! The edges were extremely wet and so I stuck the magazine back into the bottom of the box. Climbing up on the ladder, I shoved the box back into it's spot. As I stood on the top step, I spotted another shallower box with a printed label that read: "Stock Exchange Books: Remodel". It was dated ten years earlier, several years prior to my dad buying the place. I pulled the box down and sat again on the floor. Inside were reduced copies of architectural drawings showing the lay-out of my dad's bookstore. I could immediately identify the entrance and the giant counter where dad had stopped me. And that must show the turn-stile! Fuck, this was COOL! The plans were labeled identifying where magazines were to be placed: "Straight"; "Fetish", "Lesbian", "GAY" -- wow, my dad's store sold GAY stuff! There were identifying labels for the video shelves, a bathroom and a series of small offices. The second page was titled "Basement Level". The bookstore apparently had another floor. These drawings took me by surprise. Although I had a rough idea as to what a porno shop sold, I was unprepared for these drawings. They showed several rows of things that looked like booths. All were marked with "Install Monitor HERE" and each had a locking door. I counted 34 such booths. In a corner was a square identified as: "Token Machine HERE". I had no idea what I was really looking at as I scanned the plan of the basement. But then, I got to the third page. It was a xerox of the basement floor plans. Hand-written all over it were other notations. One each booth, were written the words: "drill gloryhole here 32" from floor". Each booth showed two such notes implying they all had two holes drilled into them. 'Gloryholes?', I wondered to myself. What do gloryholes have to do with a porno bookstore? My dad has gloryholes there? I was both excited and confused. Maybe these plans were old or gloryhole wa some electrician's term as well as a hole like in the park's men's room. I was suddenly hungry so I placed the plans back on the shelf and went into the kitchen. Laying in bed later, I jacked off thinking about that magazine up on dad's top shelf. My balls unloaded yet another load onto my flat, hairless abdomen. I put my fingers in the sperm and brought it to my lips. I coated my lips with my own seed and then scooped up more of the copious load and ate it all. It made my cock throb again to think that this is what those men had tasted when they ate my semen in the park. I stared closely at some that dripped from my index finger and thought of all the cum I must have swallowed in sucking so many men during the summer. 'It could fill a glass', I thought. Soon, I was asleep and the next morning, I was in the lobby heading to school when I saw my dad approach the elevators. "Good morning, son", he said. He looked exhausted but gave me a big hug."Sorry I had to work but we'll have dinner tonight -- I'm off today". He patted my head and told me to hurry off to school. That evening, as we ate dinner, my dad seemed a bit far-away and looked sort of uncomfortable. I assumed he was still tired so we spent the rest of the evening just watching t.v. Two days before Halloween, as the school was gearing up for the pageant, I was asked by Sister Anne to buy some material at a discount fabric store on State Street after school. I had to buy just two yards of white muslin for one of the tables where pies would be served. As I left school, I hopped on a bus and rode down to State Street. But as I handed the driver the last of my money, I realized my wallet was empty! I had to buy the material but Sister Anne had forgotten to give me any cash! I panicked...what should I do? I exited the bus on State Street near the fabric store and realized I was only 2 blocks from my dad's bookstore. Again, I panicked. 'Was THIS an emergency?', I asked myself. 'Of course it was!" So I pulled out my cell phone and called my dad's number. He answered after only one ring, "Stock Exchange..." "Hi, dad?" "Son, is anything wrong?" "Well, I'm...", a bus suddenly screeched to a halt at the bus stop. "Where are you?", dad asked. "I'm on State...Sister Anne asked me to get some stuff for the Halloween thing" "Good", dad stated with relief. "So, what's up?" "I need some money...I don't have any money on me." "That nun asked you to get something without making sure you had money?", one could "hear" dad's eyes roll in his head as he asked the question. "Well, so I need some money...I HAVE to get this stuff..." There was a pause on dad's end. Then he asked, "What do you want me to do?" "Can I have some money?", I asked. "Of course...it's just that I can't run over there right now...Max just popped out to get something to eat and John called in sick today..." "I need the money, dad", I pled. Again there was a dead silence. "Okay", dad said." This is what you have to do...come around to the BACK of the store...do you know where that is?" "No.", I said. "You don't turn on McKinley. Instead, pass McKinley and there's an alleyway on La Salle. Go down the alley till you see a door painted white. That's the backdoor of the store..." Knock once and I'll meet you at the door..." "Okay, dad...thanks..." "When will you be here?", dad asked. "Like I said, I'm right on State Street so I'll be there in like five minutes!", I added, excitement in my voice. I was on the one hand relieved I'd get the cash but also thrilled that I had an excuse to go back to dad's store even it was only to its back door! I dashed over to LaSalle Street feeling a bit out-of-place among all the business people and the enormous numbers of men in dark suits, many of whom worked at the Board of Trade or City Hall. I passed McKinley and then almost passed the alleyway. It was a narrower alley than many -- more an accessway. A garbage truck or other vehicle could never fit it's narrow width. I slowed my pace as I wandered down the alley sort of happy it was only 4 in the afternoon and there were so many people just a short distance away on LaSalle Street. Several yards in I spotted the white, dingy door. I tried to catch my breath, the excitement of it all nearly over-whelmed me. I softly rapped on the metal firedoor. No one answered. I knocked harder. Still no answer. On a third knock, the door slowly parted. A man stood there and then smiled. I said, "Hi". "Well, hello there...You wanna come in?", the man asked. "Um, I'm not sure..." "I think you do, kid", and with that he opened the door a bit wider and let me in. He shut the door behind us and I found myself at the top of a stairwell. "You ever been in here before, kid?", the man asked. He was wearing a Cubs jacket and was smoking a cigarette. His crotch looked big inside his cheap slacks and I almost wondered if he had a hard-on. "N..no", I stammered. "I'm not allowed." "Too fuckin' bad, kid...cuz of your age?", he asked looking at me and smiling like a letch. "Yes, you have to be an adult", I added. At this the man laughed, "ADULT? What the fuck's an adult? Not too many adults come to this place...though I guess they're all over 21...", he laughed even harder. Suddenly, my dad appeared from behind a wall on the level we were on. "What the fuck...I told you not to come in here...could you excuse us please??", my dad said to the man smoking. At that the guy put out his cigarette and headed down the dark stairwell. "The kid was knocking", the man said, "So I let him in". "Fine...thanks...", my dad said, apparently trying not to alienate a good customer. Then turning to me he said, "I told you not to be inside..." "What's downstairs?', I interrupted, having a sense of what COULD still be down there. "Nothing", dad said, "just more books..." Then he took his wallet from his back pocket. "How much do you need? Money, how much does this stuff cost?" "Maybe ten bucks?", I answered. "I'll give you forty but I want the change back tonight...this is NOT your allowance, son". He opened the wallet and shouted, "SHIT, I gave Max my last twenty to get us some lunch...I have to get some cash from the office..." And with that dad hustled back behind the wall. I stood there at the top of the stairwell and ached to now what was downstairs. As I waited, two other men came around the wall and went downstairs. They each looked at me a bit incredulously but just continued on their way. One was a tall man in his forties wearing a blue suit and power-yellow tie. He smelled really great as he quickly passed me. Then, dad rounded the corner again. "Okay, here's the money...I have a phone call I have to get back to...I'll see you tonight around 10...now get out of here!" Dad gave me a quick kiss and opened the alley door again. As he did, I saw the man who had originally opened the door coming back up the stairway. He winked as dad scooted me out and shut the door firmly. I stood in the alley and suddenly sprang a boner thinking of that man in the blue suit going downstairs to look at porn stuff. That had to mean those men were all horny or why else would they be there. I hung out near the door for just a minute when it opened a few inches again. It startled me and I must has gasped. It was the man with the cigarette again. "You wanna come back in?", he whispered and then glanced behind himself. I hesitated but then nodded. "Then get in here...fast!", he said with nervous glee. He opened the door just wide enough for me to slip passed him. His crotch grazed my side and I knew he had a major erection in those slacks. Once inside, he said, "Quick, get downstairs...before someone sees." We hustled down the steps and soon I found myself in a world of darkness. The only light shone red as bulbs above various doors. It was at once creepy and exciting. But there were no books to be seen. One could hardly have seen any books even if there were some in this basement. "Quick...in here", the man whispered. And he opened one of the doors without a red light above it. He nearly pushed me in and then latched the door. The entire time, he kept pressing his crotch against me. Clearly this man was sexually aroused and wanted me to know it. The hardness of his cock was like he had shoved a pipe into his trousers. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Now be REAL quiet and just follow everything I say...you'll LOVE it here, kid". The booth was complete darkness yet he sat me on a plastic seat he seemed to sense was there. He reached into his pocket and put two coins into the wall. Suddenly, a t.v. picture came on...the MONITORS in the drawings! On the screen were two men sucking each others cocks! My own penis throbbed in my school pants as I glimpsed my first sex video! The man stood over me and smiled, "You like that, huh?". And he reached down and grasped my crotch. "Fuck, yeah, I can see you do...watch that one suck the other one...yeah, his mouth looks like yours a bit...", the man kept leaning into my ear whipsering as he continued to squeeze my basket. "Open those pants, kid, relax...make it feel good...", he urged. Staring at the screen, I unbuckled my slacks and unzipped. "Pull it out...give it some room to play, boy...FUCK, my, my, you are a big boy down there..." the man licked his lips and grinned. "I'm gunna give mine some air, too, kid..."and he quickly unzipped his polyester beige slacks releasing that cockpipe he'd been pressing against me. He could see my awe as he pulled the entire length of his enormous erection from his fly. Then he shifted to let two huge testicles find the fresh air also. "You like this, don't you, kid", he stated as he waved his cock up and down. I nodded. "And I like what you got there, kid...you know it's as big as any man's in here...you ever been sucked?", he whispered. I shook my head afraid to admit I'd had sex before. "Good, I want to be the first to eat what you have between those young boy thighs." And he squatted down in the tight booth and wrapped his wet lips onto my cockhead. He smelled of Old Spice, hair tonic and cigarettes...but his warm mouth felt great. It had been too long since I'd had anyone on my cock. This man knew what he was doing. His mouth slid up and down my shaft and licked my balls, my cock throbbed along the length of his tongue. "Gimme your cum", he whispered, obviously sensing I couldn't hold off long. I closed my eyes as I shot a load of sperm into his sucking hole. It was the most powerful climax I'd had since the summer. I jerked in the seat as he milked me of every drop he could get. He looked up at me and dropped four more tokens into the machine. He opened his mouth and showed me my own spermload on his tongue. Then he swallowed deeply and laughed. "When you have babies one day...you'll always know I ate some of those babymakers!....now do mine the same way!!", he demanded as he stood tall. His cock pulsed and jutted toward me looking bigger than any of the cocks I'd sucked in the park. "Do me", he demanded. My mouth salivated at the sight of his penis and I craved to eat some adult cum again! I licked the head of his uncut penis, tasting the foreskin which was wet and slimy with his precum which had been dripping all over the place since he'd unzipped. "Yeah, that's it...you have a professional's tongue there, kid, taste that spunk..." And he gripped my head as he fed me more and more of his rigid shaft. "OOOHH, fuuucckk, yeaahh, look at my meat go into that pretty mouth...bet your throat could handle more...". The man shoved deeper and harder prodding his cock to the back of my throat. "Open up, baby, let me inside that throat..",he whispered amazed I was handling his huge cock so well. Then with a quick lunge he crammed his cock all the way into my young throat. It felt good to have another guy in there again but the size of his penis made me gasp a bit. "Oh, yeah, your throat was MADE for a fuckin'", he cooed. "You are too much...I have to feed you...I'm gunna shoot, kid....eat mine like I ate yours....aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrohhhhhhh!!", the man quietly grunted as his cock pumped out his thick creamy semen into my mouth. He looked down at me watching every second of his ejaculate filling my throat. "You are a COCKSUCKER, kid", he stated as he pulled up his pants. "You like all my cum, baby?", he asked. I again simply nodded and almost inaudibly said, "I loved it." "Well, there's LOTS of it here, kid, you should stick around...the place gets very busy just around now...when the men all get out of work before heading home..." He could tell this was all extremely new to me. "You got any tokens, kid?" he asked pointing to the monitor. "No.", I said. "One thing ya need is tokens to play the videos....got any money on ya?" I nodded and said "forty bucks". The man laughed, "That'll be plenty!! Keep you in here all fucking night on 40 bucks! Gimme it and I'll go out and get you some rolls of tokens...". he offered. I pulled out the money dad had given me for the material. "I'll be right back...gotta go upstairs and ask for rolls at the counter but I'll be right back...use these till I get back...", he said handing me 3 of his own tokens. He cracked open the door and darted out. I latched the lock again and put in another token. My heart raced. I was sucking cock in my dad's bookstore ...and dad was right upstairs!! I suddenly feared the man had run-off with my money and I fidgeted in my seat. Suddenly I noticed there were two holes in the walls to either side of me. So, they were real gloryholes marked on those plans and NOT electrician's notes! As I leaned forward a bit, a big hairy cock came through the hole on my left. It was pulsing up and down and obviously wanted somebody to touch it. I reached out and felt this anonymous cock. It was hard and hot and the dark hairs surrounded the base of the shaft. Knowing someone was interested in his penis, the man pushed even more of it through the hole till his equally hair scrotum filled my side of the gloryhole. When I spotted a glistening drop of precum, I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue. It was sweet and a string of it linked his piss slit to my thirteen year old lips. I opened my mouth wide and put his wide reddish cockhead into my mouth and sucked the corona. He responded by shoving more of his body against his side of the wall. His cock bounced up and down in horny lust obviously wanting me to take more of his cock into my throat. At that moment there was a soft tapping on my door. My heart skipped and I pulled off the erection I was nursing. It continued to jut into my booth as I unlocked the door letting it open just a couple of inches. "See you're busy already, kid, oh, nice one for you to suck, boy ...do him good like you did me", the first man said as he handed me four rolls of golden tokens. "These'll keep you in here for HOURS", he laughed. "See you some other time...I'm smoking in the alley around 4 everyday...". And he looked around and quickly closed the door. Alone again, sort of, I locked the door and returned to the patient cock still poking it's way looking for my mouth. It was oozing precum and long strings of it dripped to the floor. Quickly, I placed my mouth on the dripping head and continued giving whomever was on the other side a blowjob. "Psst, psst....kid...psst", a voice whispered from my other side. I pulled away from the cock I was sucking and looked behind me to the opposite gloryhole. "Do mine, come on, do mine, too, I'm in a hurry." I peered throught this second hole and saw it was the handsome businessman in the blue suit. As I came towrd the hole, he had stood, looking eight-feet tall and unzipped his suit trousers. He smiled down toward the hole as he hauled out a thick, beautiful piece of meat. As he did this, I spotted a wedding ring on his hand. It hadn't really occured to me that some of these men might be married who come to gloryholes and dirty bookstores. He stepped toward the hole and his wonderful penis entered my space. Immediately I put my tongue on his huge shaft and tasted this man's privates. He responded by making his full 9 inches throb obscenely as if showing it off to me. I opened my mouth and let him fuck it to the very depths of my throat. After all the men I had let use my throat, even I could tell this man knew how to fuck. His pace was just right as to feed me the entire length of his big penis but not in such a way as to ever make me gag on the jumbo meat. He fucked my mouth for maybe five minutes that way and suddenly I could feel he was about to unlease a load of his semen into me. Sure enough as I primed myself for yet more adult sperm, the businessman's cock began to fire off hot spasms of cream. I was intent on eating it all but for a moment he pulled back and two thick volleys of cum shot onto my shirt. But he quickly put it back in my mouth to feed me the rest of the sperm he also must shoot into his wife. When he was done, he zipped up and placed the rest of his tokens on the sperm and saliva slickened gloryhole. He was offering me some sort of a "tip" I supposed and I took the coins. He squatted down to the hole and whispered, "That was great...how did you get in here?" "A guy let me in...", I whispered not sure what to say. "He ought to be arrested", the handsome man smirked. "Enjoyed it!" And he left the booth he was in. I turned around again to the other hole and a face was looking at me. "Man, that was hot...", he said. "Now finish me..." and he stood to reveal his hard cock once again. I looked through the hole and this guy was grinning and masturbating luridly as he looked at me. His cock still dripped precum and he used it to lubricate the entire length of his penis and his jacking hand. He wasn't that old as far as I could tell age -- looked like one of the college guys I had sucked in the park but he wasn't actually one of them. He approached the hole and inserted his cock again. Before I could get my lips to it, his ccok began to blast cum all over the place -- hitting my face, my clothes, my backpack. And he just kept shooting seed. It was hot and thick and I tried to get his pulsating meat into my mouth in order to taste some of his sperm as well as stop the major mess he was making. The final three shots of his jizz filled my mouth and I was able to gulp it down. After this cock retreated to its own booth, I pulled myself up from the floor and sat on the plastic chair again. I was coated in semen and wondered how in the hell I'd make it home on the bus looking like this! As I watched the video screen which showed several men wearing leather jockstraps masturbating one man laying on a table, a voice came through the hole to my right. But this voice wasn't asking for a blowjob. "What in the FUCK are you doing in here??!!", this voice "yelled" in a whispered hush. It was my dad. To be continued...