Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 17:31:19 PDT From: Jack Doegh Subject: Family Business parts 5-6 The Family Business By: Jack Doegh Part V: Hiding in the Gloryhole I sat frozen to the plastic seat. Anonymous semen was everywhere. It had coated my shirt and tie. As it dried, it made the skin on my face feel tight. The men had been able to ejaculate most of their sperm into my mouth but a lot of it had also left me looking like a cumwhore-mess, which I guess by the age of thirteen, I had become. My dad was squatting at the hole to my right and I could feel the heat of his anger burn yet another hole in the wall between our booths. For a flash of a moment, I thought of running but I knew I'd never find the stairway in this dim basement which seemed a maze of such booths. And I didn't really want to meet dad "face-to-face" in the hallway. I feared he'd literally murder me in front of the dozens of men who were now cruising the arcade at five o'clock. "How did you goddamn FUCKING get back in here??", my dad aggressively whispered into the semen-slick hole. "And how the fuck long have you been in there??!" "That man let me in after you left", I choked out. "I...I wanted to see what was down here...". The flicker of the video showing the eight leathermen each taking a turn fucking the guy on the table had clearly illuminated my situation to dad. It was obvious I had not been just sitting there observing like a schoolboy (so to speak). The picture on the monitor seemed to flood me in light making every splash of cum on me apparent. My cock, though now soft, still hung out of my open school trousers though I'd even forgotten I was exposed to my dad that way. "Zip yourself up...what do you think you're doing...ZIP UP!", my dad yelled in a hushed voice. I looked down, mortified that I was displaying my teen cock to my dad even though I had let various men, even older than dad, suck on it. I shoved my four soft inches into my underpants and then stood up to close my uniform pants. Dad watched me to make sure I was again properly covered-up. "What were you doing?", dad asked, "jacking off? You know men could potentially see you if they look through one of these holes...fuck, you gotta get out of here." I could tell dad was thinking through his fuming. "I'll leave...just don't yell at me...I'm sorry...", I pleaded with dad. "This is just TOO unforgivable...", dad whispered back. "I'll just go real fast and go to the fabric place...you can yell my face off at home...please just let me go home, dad...", I sincerely began to cry. I felt afraid and humilated that dad had seen me this way. It's amazing I didn't get an instantaneous case of temporary amnesia as I panicked in the molded-plastic chair. "You CAN'T leave now...", dad firmly stated, "The arcade is just too fucking busy for you to exit this booth ...if anyone saw you in here right now, the cops would shut us down. I can't believe you did this!!" "I'm sorry dad...I'm sorry...what should I do?", I asked through my nervous tears. "You're going to have to stay in there until this place gets quiet enough for me to sneak you out the back door again...there's just no option...", dad shook his head and was clearly torn as to the wisdom of that decision. "You got in here and now you just have to fucking cooperate...this is NOT going to cause the closing of my store..." I continued to sit there awaiting further instruction. "You might have to be in there for several fucking hours...shit, this is such a mess...it's a Wednesday night and every guy from the Board of Trade seems to find himself in here on Wednesdays...god...and turn OFF that fucking monitor...make it black so no one can see you...and keep that door LOCKED.", dad was frustrated with anxiety. "But I have to get the material for Sister Anne...", I meekly chimed in. "Goddamn it son, do you fucking know what you've even done here??? How shit-serious this is?! I could be fucking arrested! Screw the fucking material and that fuck-wad nun who asked you to get it...you have deeper shit to deal with here...I highly doubt you'll even be going to that fucking festival...", dad's ire was rekindled. "Now you fucking stay in here and keep that goddamn monitor on channel 1 ...that's a blank one...I'll fucking have to come back...no one's upstairs at the register till John gets here...fuck this...", dad gave a final whispered yell and left the booth he was in. I sat in the blackness of the booth, relieved to be invisible to myself. Now I only wished I'd been invisible to dad. A weird calm came over me in this neo-natal darkness, it was as if I were in an isolated cocoon ...one that smelled of cum. Even though I knew dad would kill me at home and maybe even send me off to London to go live with mom, I battled the images in my head of that businessman's big cock flexing at the hole. I held my stained tie up to my nose to sniff some of his dried semen and suddenly found myself sucking on the cloth. There I was, in a black box, reeking of other men's countless semen, yelled at, due for the slaughter by my dad and yet once again sporting a major boner. 'Man, what is wrong with me', I questioned myself as I sat back in the seat and just had to grope my newly erect young penis. As I sat there feeling my hard-on through the cotton, I heard commotion in the booths on either side of me. Tokens were dropping wildly all around me. To my left I could heard the distinctive sound of a belt bucket hitting the plastic seat. Despite my newly-regained trepidation, I just had to lean forward to see what was going on. Men had entered either booth beside me. The man on the left already had his slacks down to his knees and was standing there slowly masturbating as he stared at his video screen. He'd thrown his tie over his shoulder and opened the bottom few buttons of his dress shirt exposing a flat hairy abdomen. I looked to the right and someone very tall, wearing workman's cover-alls stood leaning against our shared wall. In all my self-worry, I'd nearly forgotten that the basement arcade had gotten so busy. But I just had to look again at the man's cock to the left. In the dark, I knew he couldn't see me. If he didn't know I was watching him masturbate surely dad would never know. And if I was going to be forced to stay in the booth for who-knows-how-long, at least I could watch. The man was about fifty and though balding, had a nice face and an incredible cock in his hand. Again, I spotted a wedding ring. On the floor, he'd placed his briefcase. I stared at his hand milking his cock and began to salivate wanting a taste of his precum which I could see glinting on his wide piss slit. As I tried to get a better view by kneeling, I accidentally bumped the wall, loudly announcing I'd been spying on him in his most private of moments. But he didn't flinch. He just continued pulling on his long, uncut cock staring at the video. Suddenly, he stepped forward and pushed his cock fully into the hole. It nearly poked me in the face as it came through. Without thinking I started sucking him. Heck, if he didn't know who was sucking him, surely dad would never know what I was doing in my state of waiting. He slowly eased in and out of the hole (both the gloryhole and my hole) apparently wanting to make this blowjob last. The flesh of his penis was thick, smooth and had two powerful veins along the top-side. I licked the veins using the tip of my tongue and then lapped at his piss slit tasting his clear seminal fluids. He again found my young lips by poking around and slid past them into my wet mouth. I pulled off him for a moment and looked into the other hole. The guy in his cover-alls was now gripping his basket and I could clearly see the outline of a huge hard cock beneath the material. I put my fingers to the hole and he quickly unzipped and pulled the cover-alls from his shoulders. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans beneath. He had the masculine build of a guy who worked construction. The enormous bulge in the denim of his pants made me continue to stare through the hole at him while I masturbated the other man with my left hand. With his cover-alls dropped to his knees, the worker then groped his crotch again. Even at 13, I was beginning to guess how big a man's cock probably was through the size of his basket or based on his height or hands. I wasn't always right but seeing my principal one day in the hallway at school, I knew I wanted to see what sort of cock he had on his 6'4" frame! The worker opened the top button and very slowly unzipped his jeans. He looked at the hole though all he could have seen were my relatively small fingers asking him to fuck my mouth. His penis made an obscene bulge in his jockstrap. This man was big all over. He snapped the elastic waistband a few times and I could see his erection pound against the cloth a few times. I rubbed my fingers along the spermy-hole asking him silently to show me his cock. He pulled down the jockstrap to his upper thighs, revealing a cock that would have done a horse proud. I had never seen a cock so big and thick in all my short life. I looked up trying to glimpse his face but he purposely stood in such a way as to offer me only a view of his crotch. And after all that was what he wanted serviced. He turned and approached the hole with that big dick. Inch by inch it entered my booth. I could barely see it in the darkness but certainly felt it's presence. I could not get my youthful hands around this man's extremely thick penis. It was as if he carried a baseball bat made of flesh between his thighs! But I just had to taste it so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and swallowed his wide, mushroom-shaped cockhead. It was a real challenge to see if I'd be able to suck it let alone deep-throat the whole cock for him. I knew men liked it when they were able to really fuck the depths of my still-growing throat. And I really wanted his jizz in my mouth! I decided to turn back to the middle-aged businessman and continued to nurse on his wanting cock. I was beginning to really like the idea of eating sperm that must have made babies with some woman. The man with the cigarette had really turned me on saying he was eating my baby-makers. I suppose feeding them to an adult man was better than getting really horny and making some girl pregnant. I figured that's what these married men must be doing -- feeding sperm to me so they wouldn't have another baby. I let the workman slide his hefty cock through my hands, both now slick with the combined precum of the two men, as I continued to suck off the businessman. He must have needed to start heading home because he slammed his meat into me trying to cum in earnest. I just made my mouth an open hole available for him to shoot a load into. Suddenly, I could feel the veins in his thick cock twitch and his penis flex as he produced the first stream of semen which entered my mouth. I dove deeper and the next wave shot right into my well-used throat. He grunted and slammed the wall as he unloaded his globs of man-milk into me. This time, I made sure none of it was splashed onto my clothes. Dad couldn't return to the booth to escort me out with fresh cum all over my tie again. So I made sure to swallow all the seed the man was shooting. He pulled back when he was done and handed me a palmful of tokens. Another tip! I later discovered that this "tip" was to encourage a good cocksucker to "stay on the job" and help out as many other men as possible(and it prevented wives from discovering some tell-tale tokens in their husbands' suit pockets)! The moment he left, a guy, maybe in his mid-20's, wearing a FedEx uniform, took his place. He quickly unzipped and stuck his cock into the hole for servicing. I started sucking him when the workman whispered through the other hole, "Let me fuck you...let me feel your ass" I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to give my age away by answering but I also had never before had a man fuck my ass. I tried to picture his horse cock going into me. It seemed impossible. "Come on, let me feel your ass", he apparently wanted to feel me since he obviously couldn't see who had been stroking him in the darkness. Silently, I undid my school pants and let them fall to my ankles. Then I pulled down my underpants. My boner was aching to be touched when suddenly I felt the FedEx guy reach into the hole and grope for my cock. In total darkness, he found it and began giving me a professional's handjob. Standing there, I found myself leaning back toward the workman's hole. He reached in and found my ass -- both cheeks nearly fitting into his big hand. Quickly he slid down the crack of my ass and his fingers found my virginal boyhole. He abrupted retreated and squatted to the gloryhole. "Hey...HEY...ya you...", he whispered. I turned around, the FedEx guy now began groping my exposed ass and thighs as I leaned toward the workman's hole. "Yea?", I whispered back. He seemed to stare into the blackness of my booth. "How OLD are you??", he whispered. "Why?", I asked, afraid I'd really blown the whistle on dad's worst nightmare. "Man, that is one tight, small ass...you never been fucked have you?...can I do it...pop your little cherry?", he begged. "I don't know...I mean you have a really giant dick...", I said. "We'll make it work, man, I need to fuck something, okay...come on, pleeassse?", he was masturbating furiously. "I have lube and I'll do it gentle, okay? come on, lemme fuck your tight hole", he again pleaded. "What do I do?", I asked innocently. One or two older men had licked my ass in the men's room over the summer but most guys just seemed into oral sex. Here I was working on the fortieth cock in my thirteen years and was totally ignorant as to how to make my tiny hole available to such a mammoth piece of workman's cock. "Just lean it back toward the hole and try to spread your cheeks, man...I'll do the rest...just keep your hole up against the hole, man", he instructed with a tone of obvious glee. I turned around again and bent forward. I was incredibly nervous wondering what it would feel like to have a grown man really fuck me; be up inside my butt. I did as he said and pushed back to the hole and then held open my young buttcheeks exposing my pink, tight hole to the workman on the other side. As I leaned forward, the FedEx guy took that as a signal to re-insert his cock through the hole. I figured I could actually suck him as I waited for the other man to fuck my butt. In the tightness of the booth, I didn't have to lean far to reach the other cock and easily put it back into my nursing mouth. Then I felt the new and strange sensation of the workman sliding the head of his wide cock along the crack of my little ass. It pushed against my tiny puckered hole. He whispered, "Try to relax your hole". I'm sure someone right outside the booths had to have heard him although he didn't much seem to care. I tried to relax and let him attempt to prod his way into and up my teen boyhole. The FedEx guy pulled out and looked into the hole. He whispered, "You getting fucked?" I grunted a, "Yeah", as the workman tried and tried to penetrate my virgin anus. "FUCK! ALL RIGHT!", the FedEx guy said, "Let's get you fucked, man!" And with that he stood and lunged his long erection back down my throat. "Eat it, man...", he said. He started slamming into my mouth and throat trying to be sure I was getting well-fucked from either end. "I'M FUCKING CUMMIN'", he nearly shouted. His cock got hard-as-a-rock and began ejaculating into my mouth. The workman continued pushing against my still unpenetrated hole. "EAT ME, MAN!", the FedEx guy shouted. "TAKE ALL MY SPUNK!" He was loud and banging on the wall and still shooting semen into me. He quickly pulled out of my sucking hole with a loud, wet "POP" and said, "WILD, MAN! Man, what a hole!" He pulled up his shorts, tucked in his shirt and exited his booth. "MAN, that one is fucking GREAT...whaaa? Dunno man, but he seems to be takin' all cummers, man!", he said to someone in the hallway. His booth was quickly filled by yet another man. He was in his late fifties and wore a Bulls cap and khaki Dockers. He had a bit of a beer belly was pretty much solid. He put in three tokens, unzipped his slacks and hauled out a fat sausageof an uncut cock. He didn't hesitate as he slid his cock through the hole. Word apparently was out that I was sucking any cock that used an adjacent booth. I was sucking this man's meaty penis when the workman asked if he could come into my booth to try getting his horsecock up inside me. I said no, fearing my dad might come back at any moment. I certainly didn't need to be caught by him as a 6'3" , 200# stranger had his enormous penis shoved up my butt! "Come on, pleeasse?? Man, you're so tight...you'll love it, come on..it'll just be easier...I can fuck you better if I'm in there." I could see he had a handsome face. And although his cock was indeed huge, I really began wanting it to be the first penis up inside of me like that. 'Heck, if it works with this guy, I'll be able to have almost any man use my ass when he needs it",I figured. So, I whispered, "Okay..." The workman left his jeans open but put the cover-alls back on and whispered, "Unlock your door..." As I unlocked my booth, he quickly exited his and was opening my door in a flash. As he did this, I could see past him and into the hallway for a brief moment. There were at least eight men standing there obviously waiting a turn to use one of the booths and trying to figure out who was in the booth I occupied. The workman quickly locked the door and shoved several more tokens into the monitor. Without thinking, he slapped on the channel button to get to a video image. "We need some light!", he said as he did this.His big body filled the booth and pressed on me. Up close, his prominent basket looked even more lethal and enormous. As he got his bearings, he finally looked down at me. His expression was priceless. He was a man totally amazed. "How OLD are you?? SHIIIT! God, you're just a KID!". I reached for his crotch and said, "So?" "SO??! What are you like 12?", he said incredulously. "No, 13", I said, slightly miffed that he'd thought me younger. "Oh, big fucking deal...13...so it's only five more years till they won't arrest me..." Although he seemed upset and nervous, he let me continue caressing his rigid hardon through his cover-alls. "Fuck, a KID...man, I was poking some kid's ass...SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" "You can still try it...fucking me, I mean...if you want to...", I offered. "What the fuck is this??", he suddenly asked looking at the cock protruding through the hole. The man in the Bulls cap obviously still wanted some head. "You sucking that cock??", the workman asked. "FUCK, WHO are you, kid???" "Yeah, I was sucking him...I love sucking...", I said.I continued to grope his crotch as I reached over to the older man's cock and began milking it, too. "You wanna see me suck it?", I asked. The workman was silent watching me and staring at the video picture. At least he wasn't leaving, I thought. "Do whatever you want, I guess...geez, I have a couple kids older than you...jesus." I held his large cock through his slacks as I reached around him and began sucking the older man's sausage again. The workman just shook his head and watched every second of the blowjob. Though he acted quite scandalized, the hardon he rigorously maintained, betrayed his true lust. "Oh, man, kid...that is just too much...I have never...", the workman watched and shook his head then added, "You eat their sperm, too??" I simply nodded and continued sucking, making sure I put on a great performance for his benefit. Apparently, it was to Mr. Bulls Cap's benefit, too, as I heard him moan and he began splurting thick semen down my throat. The workman was aware the man was cumming and watched closely as my throat muscles flexed, gulping down the ejaculate. "You eat their cum...man, this is just too, too much...", the workman said. The older man left and soon the booths on either side of us were occupied bynew cocks pushing their way into my booth. "Are you going to fuckin' do them, too?", he asked with shear amazement. I nodded and began going back and forth between the two cocks showing the workman how good I was at taking care of men's needs. "You're nothing but a slut, kid...", the workman said. I thought he was about to leave but instead, he began to unzip his cover-alls. "I guess, one more cock up inside you won't much matter..." "I'm going to have you sit on it, kid", he said as he sat his enormous frame upon the molded seat. "let's do this..I want to get out of here soon." He had his cover-alls and jeans down at his ankles. His white jock streched along his smooth, highly-muscular thighs. His huge dick stood a full 11" straight and rigid. He reached into a pocket of his cover-alls and produced a tube of lubricant and slathered his meat till it was shiny and throbbing. "Okay, let me fuck you", he said. I stopped sucking the other two men and stood up facing him. "Turn around, kid, this is gunna be about your ass and that tiny, baby hole..." I spun around clumsily in the cramped booth. "Oh man, I can't believe I'm gunna do this...", he muttered. His big hands felt my boy ass and wandered into the crack again. His lubed hands smoothly ran alongmy skin. "What an ass...", he again muttered. "So fucking small and tight...fuckin' forgive me jesus...this is just too much to pass up..." The workman slapped my thigh and ass with his cock. "You want to be a slut, kid, I'll add my cock to your roster..." He prodded my tiny puckered hole. "Okay, kid, ease down on me like you're gunna sit on my lap..." I followed his directive and sat on the huge head of this stranger's cock. "Easy, baby, take it slow...easy...yeah, that's it....you'll get it in there, baby...", he whispered into my ear. "Take it, whoreboy..." He shoved up into me a bit, inserting three or four inches up my hole. It hurt like murder but he held a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. "You want it all in you though, don't you kid...any kid eating sperm all day needs a cock up his butt, too..." the workman's cock pushed up inside me. I could see the men in either booth were just watching all of this. There single eyes staring at the horsecock working it's way up into my anus. "Fuck him", one of the men whispered. "Yeah, he's a slut, fuck him..." 'Wow', I thought, these adult men were calling me a "slut" but they seemed to like that...and so did I. The workman kept pushing into me. "You like my big cock up there, kid? Bet you do...you're taking it all...I'm going to open you up so you'll be aching for dick up there at night...now sit all the way on it", he groaned and shoved the rest of his meat into me. "You got it, kid, that's it...you got it all in you...fuck...sodomizing a kid...yeah...come on...now ride it up and down a little...". He bucked his hips encouraging me to "ride" his cock the way I used to "ride" on my dad's lap as a toddler. The workman was making a game out of it. I was breathless as I had him fucking my new-found boycunt. At once I felt ripped in two and elated. The workman pointed at one of the holes, "Let him suck you..." And the man stood up again and put his cock back through the hole. "Eat his sperm while I fuck you...", he said. "Do it, slutboy..." I bent forward and sucked the man's penis into my other hole. I ate his load and then the workman grabbed me by the head and shoved me onto the cock poking through the other hole. "Do 'em all...you like cock so much...". As this anonymous cock began splurting it's semen, it shot all over my face and dripped onto my chin. Apparently seeing this brought the workman to the breaking point. "Oh, fuck...I'm gunna cum...fuck...oh, yeah...lick that cum from your chin...slut whore....TAKE IT!", he shouted as he unloaded deep inside my broken cherry. His climax was unlike any I'd ever seen. It was stunningly intense, as though his whole being were erupting. His sperm was hot as it blasted into me. I could feel it fill my insides as his horsecock flexed and throbbed sending as much up into me as he could produce. We sat very still and then he abruptly said, "Okay, now get off me...get off!" I rose from his lap feeling his cock escape inch by inch from my tight hole. "Come on, get up...", he nearly yelled. The moment I was off him, he stood up, reminding me of just how tall he was. "Man, I got kids your age...we shouldn't have done that...", he said but quickly added, "What did you think...of your first fuck?" I took a deep breath and wiped the other mens' semen from my lips. "It was incredible...but my butt hurts..." "That'll go away, kid...or keep it open for some of these other guys and that baby ass of yoursll get used to it in no time!" He zipped up and replaced his cover-alls. "We shouldn't have done it though...you're way too fuckin' young..." "YES, HE IS!", a familiar voice stated from the hole to our right. "He's much too young and in DEEP TROUBLE", dad said. Part VI: Dad Discovers I Suck Cock I stood in the booth feeling the semen of the workman dripping out of my newly-widened young anus. His sperm dripped along the back of my hairless thighs and ran down my legs. I couldn't reach down to get my pants up because the booth was tight with the big man still crowded on top of me. "SHIT", the workman muttered. "I'm outta here...I aint getting arrested even for your ass." And he slapped the lock open and bolted out of the booth before dad even had a chance to open the door to the booth from which he had once again caught me. But this time it was obvious what I had been doing. I heard the guy in the booth to my left also exit and no one else entered it. This time dad must have made himself known as he returned to the basement arcade. Surely, some of the guys had to have recognized him from the upper level where they all had to enter the bookstore. "Look at you...WHAT ARE YOU DAMN FUCKING DOING???", dad yelled through the hole. This time he was livid with disgust along with his anger at having found me in his store. "Pull up your pants and grab your fucking backpack...", he directed. Suddenly, he was out in the hallway again making a general announcement. "I HAVE TO ASK EVERYONE TO PLEASE GO UPSTAIRS SO WE CAN CLEAN THIS LEVEL...IT WILL ONLY BE 10 MINUTES...THANK YOU FOR COOPERATING...yes, you need to go back upstairs...IF YOU ARE VIEWING A VIDEO YOU MAY REMAIN IN YOUR BOOTH BUT PLEASE DROP TOKENS...!" Dad was clearing out as many men from the arcade level as he could. I could hear the thundering sound of at least two or three dozen men as they clomped back up to the bookstore level. I was trying to get myself together in the booth. I had no tissues so it was impossible to clean off the workman's cum. I just had to raise my trousers and hope my cotton underpants would soak up most of it. I felt dizzy and stupid as to have had dad catch me like that. There was a banging knock on my door. "OPEN IT", dad demanded. I paused, thinking for a brief moment that perhaps I could shrink myself like "Alice" and sneak out through one of the gloryholes. Very slowly I slid the latch open. Dad pushed the door in and just glared at me. He then glanced around the booth obviously noting the semen that glistened on the holes and the plastic seat. "FUCK THIS", he yelled. I pushed past him and found myself clutching my bookbag in the dimly lit hallway. Dad roughly grabbed my elbow and I yelled out in pain. "Save it...seems you've been handling worse than that today...", he said. "Get over here...", he continued and guided me to a locked door off one of the dark corridors. "In here", he said, pushing me through the doorway. We were in a well-lit space the size of a large elevator. It was the bottom of a stairwell with an ironwork spiral staircase. "Look at you...", dad muttered. "What is this...what the fuck are you covered in??! Is that CUM?? IS that CUM all fucking over you???", dad was clearly shocked. "Oh, FUCK THIS!" I was various shades of crimson and ash as I fluctuated between embarassment and light-headedness. I knew I was covered in splashes of sperm from the men I'd service and the aroma was strong. "They're gunna close me down.", dad stated."They're gunna call the cops and close me down...they'll take away the store, arrest my ass..." He was nearly frantic with angry worry. "I...I...", I tried to explain. "Shut up...I don't even want to FUCKING hear your FUCKING voice...", dad interrupted. "I...I...I'm sorry...I'll go live with mom if you want....", I offered sensing that if dad didn't even want to hear my voice, he certainly didn't want to continue sharing his apartment with me." "LONDON? Oh, did I fail to say, they'd put your horny ass in a juvenile detention center...you're a fucking MENACE to men in this society....GET UP THERE", he demanded, prodding me to climb the spiral stairs. He followed closed behind me. At the top, I found myself in a modest-sized office. This apparently was a hidden access for dad to manage the two levels of the bookstore. "This is my office", dad said. "I gotta get you out of here but it's just too fucking busy...both ways are just too busy. So you have to stay in here until I can figure out a way to goddamn get you off the fucking premises...!" Dad now seemed more concerned about his business than what I'd been doing in the video booth. I must have been the sight -- a thirteen year old kid trying to follow his dad's orders and obey as I stood there stained in men's semen. "I gotta let those guys back downstairs...I lose fucking MONEY every minute they're not down there making it a fucking whorehouse...YOU STAY HERE...DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING MOVE OR MAKE A FUCKWAD SOUND...", dad yelled as he stormed out his office door and locked it from the outside. I could just barely hear him announce, "THE VIDEO ARCADE IS OPEN...THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT!" I stood in dad's office fearing what life would be like in prison. I knew my life would be forever different. And I just knew my relationship with my dad was destroyed. I had never seen him that mad before. Even with my mom, he was always civil and even polite. His roar of anger stunned me. I didn't know what he might do but was grateful I still had all my teeth. I sat at the desk and started sobbing. I had really fucked up big time. And I still could feel semen ooze out of my anus. The pain of being sodomized by the workman's horsecock was worse now as I sat. Just then, I heard the door being unlocked. 'More yelling', I thought. Max, the other man who worked the counter came into the office and locked the door. "Hey, kid...what's up?", he asked. "Your dad told me you were in here...I swear I aint never heard of anybody ever doing this before...", he sort of chuckled under his breath. "I...I..I'm really sorry...", I weakly said. I was horrified that dad had told the man he worked with what I had done. "My, you are the mess, kid...what were you doing down there??", he asked and smiled. "What's that all over you?" Then he paused. "HOLY FUCK...that's...", he started laughing louder. "NO wonder your father's in such a state...you ought to see him out there. If I didn't know better, I'd say he snorted some coke the way he's flying about...". He laughed and walked to a small refrigerator that sat on a counter in a corner, pulling out a Diet Coke. "Makes me think...", he said, handing me the can of soda. "Here, drink this...it'll help ya...um...wash down the rest of the...um...you know...", he said, smiling at me. "I'm so embarassed", I blurted out taking a sip of the soda. "My life's over..." "Hey, kid, don't need to be embarassed on my account...I seen worse...maybe not so fuckin' young...but definitely worse." Max ran his hand on my hair in a comforting gesture. "I THINK you got some...you know...jizz...in your hair, kid", he softly whispered. In a reflexive motion, I put my hand to my hair. It was gooey and slick with semen. "Ya know what?", Max asked. "What?", I whispered in humiliation. He leaned into me and whispered, "I'll clean it for ya so your dad might not notice, okay?" I nodded. "He already noticed... but do you have some kleenex or something?", I asked. He smiled and quickly looked at the lock on the door. "Between you and me...we don't need none of that stuff..." I must have looked at him with a confused expression because he quickly added, "I'll show ya..." He then ran his thumb and index finger through a lock of my short hair, semen clinging to his fingers. He was cleaning out the cum using his hand! As he got a big glob of congeled semen, he brought his fingers to his mouth and ate it. "Best part of the job", he joked. Again, he ran his fingers through my hair. "Just how many guys did this to you, kid...shit, you're hair's coated...", he was like a pig in mud wiping and licking up the cum. After he was done he smacked his lips. "Good quality stuff...workin' here I don't get to play much downstairs...", he said. "There's some kleenex in that drawer over there", he revealed. Almost stunned, I went over to the drawer in a counter and took out some tissues and proceeded to wipe off what I could. Max stared at me and walked up to stand beside me. Max was in his late forties. He was just a bit taller than me and seemed a very laid-back sort of man. He stood as close to me as possible and whispered, "Between you and me, kid, I think it's great what you were doing down there...don't bother me none." He placed his hand directly on my basket. Despite all that had happened, I instantly sprung another boner. "You don't mind me doin' this, do you?", he asked. I shook my head. I was scared but I was horny. "Any of that delicious jizz in your hair belong to you, kid?" I shook my head and muttered, "I don't think so...is that even possible?" He squeezed my young crotch several times and felt the length of my boner. "Sure, it's possible...'specially with young squirters like you...what you got in these pants, kid?", he asked smiling at the prominent bulge in my uniform pants."Mind if I take a look?", he cooed. Max quickly unzipped my pants and shoved his hairy hand into the fly. "Oh, nice...nice...nice...", he mumbled feeling the length of my penis. "Your dad's told me you're 13 but you got a nice cock already...I think it's bigger than MINE!" Max continued groping me searching about for the fly of my underpants. He sort of giggled as he tried to get my bone hard erection out through the fly. "Oh, this is good...oh...whata beaut on you, kid...", he whipsered, his hand still shoved into my trousers. Suddenly, we heard the door unlocking from the outside and pulled away from each other. "Don't say nothin'", Max pled. I simply shook my head and turned toward the counter getting my zipper half way up before dad re-entered the office. He slammed some papers onto his desk and thanked Max for keeping me company. "No prob, boss", Max said. "Adam'll be in in about 20 minutes...his girlfriend got stuck at school and he had to pick her up", dad said to Max. "When he gets here, you can go home." "Great, see you domani", Max replied. "Hey, kid, take care...and be soft on the him, boss, he's just a kid...". Max winked at me and went back into the main bookstore area. Dad huffed a laugh, "Ha, be soft on you...it's amazing there aint some blood, body parts and tissue all over you to mix with the GODDAMN CUM all over you..." Dad pulled open a cabinet and threw me a roll of paper towels. "Clean yourself up...I send you to a fuckin catholic school and you...13 YEARS OLD...I was fucking mowing lawns at 13...!" Dad rummaged through papers as I wiped off the front of my shirt. "Just take the goddamn tie off...", dad interjected as he watched me try to wipe off the blue semen-stained tie. "It's ruined...just toss it in this wastebasket." He watched me remove it and weakly throw it over to where he held out the trashcan. "It's ruined...look at that thing.", dad added. "There's a sink over there...use it...wash off that bookbag." Dad went to a cabinet and pulled out a folded light blue t-shirt from a pile of identical shirts. "Take off the shirt and put it in your bag...and put this on." He tossed me the shirt. "I said take off the shirt...we might have to wash it here...sure wouldn't ask Martha to wash something like that...", dad said, shaking his head in disgust. I unbuttoned the shirt, now stiffening with cum and pulled it off revealing my naked, hairless torso. Dad watched me and looked like he was going to cry. "You're so fucking young...", he said looking at my still developing young body. "I don't know who's making me angrier...you or those men who did this...", dad sat in his desk chair and watched as I pulled the t-shirtover my head. It was quite large, at least a men's medium and when it was on, I could see it said, "STOCK EXCHANGE...got something you want to trade?" "I just can't believe this," dad again said. "I thought you were going to a fucking fabric shop this afternoon and here you are jeapordizing my store...yourself...what a mess. And the store would have to be busier than it has been the entire month..." "I'm sorry...do you hate me?", I asked. "Don't ask me that, boy", dad said. "Don't ask me that til you're 21." "I'm sorry..." "Look", dad explained, "here's the problem...we gotta get you OUT of here, and from there we have to figure out what to do." "I'll go to London...please just don't send me to jail..", I pleaded. "Oh, shut up, you're not going to jail...if I can goddamn get your ass off these premises.", dad said. Then stared right into my eyes. "Did that man...did he fuck you?", dad's voicewas forceful but he was clearly embarassed having to ask me such a question. "I mean, I saw him and I saw you but did he...did he penetrate you?" Dad was nearly as red as I asking the question. I nodded and stared at the tiles on the floor. "Oh, fuck", dad muttered. "Did he ...cum inside of you that way?" I stood there afraid to answer. "I asked you if that man shot his load up your ass", dad repeated forcefully. "I'm sorry...dad..." "I take that to mean yes...damn it son...I should have beaten his ass to a pulp" "I wanted it dad...", I said. "I don't care if you wanted it...that's not the goddamn point...you're 13 years old -- he had to have been in his late 30's...what are you thinking???" Dad gave me the most incredulous look. "Does that mean ANYTHING to you, son? They're breaking a law...you're breaking a law...what a mess." I stood there not knowing what to say. "Did he use a rubber...a CONDOM..??" I shook my head. "That's IT, you are OUT of that cathedral school -- those fuckhead nuns probably think they're party balloons...!", dad sounded disgusted with everyone and everything. "So that man came inside your ass without a rubber?! Oh man...." Dad suddenly got quieter and softly asked me, "Are you okay...I mean...well, it had to have hurt you...are you okay?" I nodded weakly but said, "It hurts a little when I sit..." "Oh man, if that guy permanently hurt you...", dad said. "I saw him briefly...he was about my size -- he could have maybe ripped you apart doing that to you...", dad just swayed his head back and forth. "It didn't hurt when he was doing it but..."I said feeling a sudden shooting pain up my rectum. "But now it hurts some." "Bet it does...maybe you deserve it for what you did...", dad chastised me as though I were a five year old caught pushing some other kid on the playground. "GOD, did you wipe his cum from your ass after he came?", dad nearly whispered in embarassment. I shook my head. "You have to do something...you have clean up and try to get some of his cum out of your ass...if you didn't go to that fucking school, you'd have known not to let a man shoot his cum up your ass..." "Why?", I asked. This was just before the onset of the AIDS crisis. "You could get a fucking disease." "What should I do??", I asked, fearing for my life. "Wipe yourself with some of those paper towels...you have to do it here since the private bathroom is in the hallway...I'll give you ten minutes alone..clean yourself up.", dad said. "How?", I asked innocently. "Drop your pants...you KNOW how to do THAT and wipe as much of that man's cum from your ass as you can." The phone rang and dad picked up the phone. "Oh, yeah, hi there Charlie...yeah, I been waiting for you to call.. you got the new Catalina releases? Good, yeah...by Friday..right..." I stood there as dad took his business call. "Okay, Charlie...yeah, I have the numbers right here in the desk...I know Max and I were trying to figure out how many copies of "Sorority Sluts" we might need...". Dad continued talking and motioned for me to start cleaning myself up over by the sink. "Yeah, I know, that company's always going for the cumshot...sometimes makes me wonder if I ought to place them in the straight or the gay section...haha..." I didn't realize that dad wasn't going to leave the room as I did this but he continued to point over to the sink as he rummaged around his desk for his inventory sheets. Haltingly, I walked over to the sink carrying the paper towel roll. I set them on the counter and looked back at dad as he sat at his desk. He was reading off numbers to Charlie on the phone. So I grabbed my belt buckle and started to pull down my uniform pants. I kept my shoes on and let the pants drop to my ankles. I stood facing the wall in my "Stock Exchange"t-shirt and white jockey underpants, my trousers gathered around my feet. As I felt my backside, my underpants were still wet back there with semen. I took a deep breath and put my fingers on the elastic waistband and began to pull them down slowly. to be continued! comments welcome cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com