Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 12:42:40 -0700 (PDT) From: mghj4dads smith Subject: The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 1 The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 1 By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE mghj4dads@yahoo.com Warning: Hopefully, at this moment, most of you fine gentlemen readers are finding yourselves doing the exact same thing. Having read the title and knowing that "littlest" means "littlest" in a Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE story, you've perhaps started to lean slightly forward in your chairs, monitor glowing in your face, sweat on your upper lip, lust in your heart - a special lust connecting you to those thousands and thousands of other men just like yourself who are all at this exact same moment also thinking the same nasty thoughts and wanting to do the same nasty stuff - and even probably wishing it could be together (and aimed at one special lil'guy). And perhaps you're already rubbing your bulge some, fiddling with your zipper thinking about just going for it - opening your slacks as you get prepped to read what you hope will be a story that you just know that you're wife would never ever understand - (nor should she -as that would make it less fun, shall we say). Open them...for me, the author. Its been a long night or a hard day at work or it was torture to be at your son`s swim meet earlier this evening - go ahead, pull down your trousers. Give your nasty-minded adult-sized boner some room to express itself (just make sure no one under the legal age can get an eyeful of what you got there). You may very well be a "real live dad" who would very much like to see his son (or the sons of other dads) turn "entrepreneurial" like the tot in our story (even helping to set one up in a similar business). But doing so would be illegal. Of course, its not illegal if you wish to set the little guy's pic next to your computer as you, er, read, of course. Just try not to hose down the photo glass (should it get to that point) in your daddy-milk or granddaddy-milk or uncle-milk or teacher-milk or scoutmaster-milk (could it be?) priest-milk. A man, even a father (er, daddy), can read all the `net stories he likes with trousers at his ankles as he thinks about his own little guy doing all the things that other men's little guys do in those stories. But to hitch up one's trousers, yet not bothering to buckle the belt, as you might otherwise choose to step away from that story - the one all aglow on your monitor, for instance - in order to willfully pad down the hallway real quiet-like, to see what your own little rascal is up to in his room, looking left and then right before slipping into that room, would clearly be crossing the line between what is acceptable and what is unacceptable behavior. And just because you know that his mother, your wife, is downstairs all busy with some craft project with the girls, does not make it okay for you to shut your son's bedroom door and ask what how's he's been enjoying pre-school (the entire time knowing that your slacks aren't even fully hitched and your erection must be rather evident the way they're tent poling inside of them). Doing such things as letting your little guy see his daddy is all excited inside those slacks as you whisper, "What's your favorite color, son?", all the while purposefully allowing your tent to press into his shoulder as you lean over him to reach for his box of Crayola Crayons, is not the same thing as if you had simply left such desired alone and worked out through masturbatory reading. The moment that your son may feel your erection in those slacks press against him; the moment he asks, "What's inside there daddy?", as he innocently grabs what you know to be an adult erection of a size which even your wife can't handle, you have gone too far. You should have stuck to reading about what you want to do, pants down in your study - just as millions of other fathers do. And if you're an unmarried guy (yes, including you priests), well, obviously the same goes for you. it's a major chasm between reading such a story and making that decision to pull up the sweat shorts to find a little guy of your own to impress. Face reality (and repeat to yourself) that you will never put your huge man-sized erection up along some little cutie's face in order to see how much longer it is than the boy's entire skull. And like a mantra, repeat that you will never, ever see your adult penis, no matter how thick and big and rock hard, between the lips of a little kid. Such should be a man's determined way of life for committing such acts would be and is illegal. Instead, sidle up beside your computer to get in a little heavy reading. Get those desires which millions of men have in common out of your system by merely experiencing all vicariously through such literature as is set before you. Make a party of it. Such a tale is made all the more arousing when two, three, even fifteen adult men, dads and single men alike, gather to read it together. Have a circle jerk as you take turns reading about all the things men do to the kiddo in the story which follows. Yeah, you know you'd all like to be there in that story - may even like to be doing it for real together with one special tot. Heck, bring your kid's school picture and watch guys shoot their loads on them as you all discuss how good he`d look in the center of ten huge cocks. Or pull out your kid's pic when you cruise in the woods. You may be surprised to find how many men will jerk a load while looking at them with you. It's even been known that some dads will place their son's pic on the walls of adult bookstores booths to only return an hour later to find it streaked in cumshots and numerous scrawled requests for meetings. It's shocking but true! But make sure they're just their school pictures (never ever take other kinds of pictures) make sure...to bring only the pictures, of course. Show & Tell only goes so far, you know. But if it goes beyond group masturbation and "reading", RUN! If one of the fifteen men there offers to run home to get his kid, RUN! If one suggest that the five of you head to a local park men's room to find a small sweetie to share, RUN! If one thinks it might be cool for the seven of you to rent a motel room and he'll provide his son, RUN! If five men in a XXX want to go back to your house for a little party with your two-year-old, RUN! Why run? Because no good would ever come out of staying. Where the fun may start, so, too, do all assorted illegalities for those men who want to take reading into reality. Additionally, if you're a horny kid, even a teen, technically, you should not be reading this. So, pack the hard boner back into your jeans and go skatin' or surfin' or something. There is some silly rule that although hunky little teen kids can certainly masturbate, they're not suppose to be accessing those things that help a guy along in his masturbation. I know its weird, but its true. So, if you're a minor, just look at some "Home Alone" poster and jerk off (or something). If you're in a location where the reading of such material is not permissible, click on over to "Heidi", the on-line version, now. We are sorry, but full grown men in Sector A may milk the daddy utter to anything they like while in Sector B, the full grown men there are not allowed to milk their daddy utter to anything but top news stories and on-line horoscopes. The following story is intended for that vast audience of adult men who all share the however perverse, relatively common, although generally most-secretive, of male desires. It is not, therefore, written for any reader who does not share in these interests or secret lusts. NOTE: A very special thanks to all of you who have written such wonderful letters to me. You all have the right spirit, if I do say so myself. I'm happy to see that so many adult erections are caused by my stories (and that you're keeping them in line by just restraining yourselves to just "reading"). And a very extra special shout out to a reader who is a particular fan of "A Christmas Present for Daddy" (also by me and available at Nifty). Your letters were fabulous in their desire and detail. I am so humbled that you seem to understand my work so thoroughly. I hope that it proves equally inspirational to others. As we have come to know, these stories, contain much truth - most especially perhaps about men and dads. The Littlest Entrepreneur By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE All the other kids in the neighborhood were older than he and seemed to have already cornered the market on all the good businesses - making it seem impossible that a seven-year-old like Rudy could open and operate any sort of business all on his own. As one might see in so many other Las Vegas neighborhoods where he lived, there was a lemonade stand on this corner and a Kool-aid stand on that corner. And high school pep teams had a corner on the car wash market. A really big kid just down the street, Tommy McGuire, controlled the local newspaper route. And the same aggressive Girl Scout with braces and freckles - and an attitude - sold what seemed like crates of ThinMints year after year making it impossible for any other tot on the block to ever try making a buck off a lowly homemade cookies. But it seemed understandable to the littlest kids since that girl was in the junior high as was were the twin sisters who ran a "very powerful lemonade stand" (as they were sure to warn any other kid on the block who even dared to compete with their business). But despite being the youngest on his block, being in only the second grade, Rudy, started thinking himself a "big boy", too. After all, he wasn't in the first grade anymore. And he knew how to count real well. And he even knew that to buy things, a person needed to make money. So just as he turned seven and the school year began, Rudy had landed a space right along side the shoe shine man inside the huge men's room in the casino hotel where his dad was a pit boss. Well, actually, he hadn't landed the job - his dad had arranged it for him. And it wasn't much of a job really. But his dad liked his son's entrepreneurial, money-making drive none-the-less. It would be only for two hours a day, every other day, right after school and then three hours a day on the weekends, but Rudy could earn a dollar each time a man wanted a "Super- Duper Buff Your Duffs", (as Rudy called his business with help over the phone from his grandpa who lived in Long Island), given to his shoes after the hotel casino's professional shoe shine man had shined them. Rudy's daddy was a very important man in the casino and knew all the people who worked there so he worked a few angles and it was okayed that Rudy work there as long as he followed all the rules. At first, Rudy`s mom, Mrs. Marcione, expressed some concern for their young son's safety wandering around such a huge casino. And even though it was just a stand like any lemonade stand, she wanted to be sure he wasn't used for actual "work" after school. And Mr. Marcione, one night at their family dinner table, leaned back in his chair, wiped his mouth of the mostaccoli his wife had prepared and laughed. "Babe, don't worry. It's just for Rudy to have some fun, earn a little piggy bank money. `Sides, I know all the Security guys. They'll keep an eye peeled at that men's room door anytime our little guy is there." "Yeah, Tony, but it's a big place and...strangers from everywhere", Rudy's mom replied as she dished up another portion of pasta for her husband. "Besides, Security ain't inside where the shoe shiner is." "No, they ain't", Mr. Marcione admitted as Rudy and his big sister listened closely. "But God, I know Stan pretty good. He's a good guy." "Who's Stan, daddy?", Rudy's sister asked. "He's the man I'm going to help", Rudy said beamingly as he sat up tall in his chair. "isn't that right, daddy? Stan is going to do the real shoe stuff. But then men can get a super buff from me. Right daddy? Mommy isn't saying no, is she?" "No, she ain't", Mr. Marcione replied authoritatively. "She just wants in on the scoop, lil'monkey." Rudy sat back in his seat all relieved. He was afraid his mother was about to ruin his chance to earn some piggy bank money. "Stan's been workin' the shoe stand for something like eighteen years, babe", Mr. Marcione said to his wife. "He's married, even got grandkids, I think. He already agreed to the idea - and to keep on eye on the lil'monkey here." "I just don't know...", Mrs.Marcione said. "I mean, aren't there laws . He's just seven, Tony." "And all that means is our Rudy can't walk through the casino itself", Mr. Marcione stated. "You hear that, monkey? I don't wanna ever see you ever wandering across the casino floor. Ever. That's the one no-no. Got it?" Rudy nodded his head as he took a sip of his milk. "I mean, it, Rudy", Mr. Marcione said. "Don't you go walking through the casino - where the games are, the machines. Even if its to talk to me. Don't." "You could get fired, right daddy?", Rudy's older sister stated. "People get tossed out for letting their kids walk through the casino. Isn't that right, daddy? Ginny's mom works at Burning Hole Casino and she says lots of guests get asked to leave if they can't keep their kids in line." "Well, that won't happen to our Rudy here at Hadrian's Palace, Nickie", Mr. Marcione said. "The shoe shine stand is just as you enter the casino's biggest men's restroom. But since its technically located in a free zone between the Imperial shops and the casino, it's not officially casino floor. So long as Rudy enters through either the shops, the front desk or the pool areas, he's fine to go!" "Don't get daddy fired, noodle face", Nickie firmly stated as she looked at he little brother. "You don't want to have us have to move into a trailer or something, do you?" Rudy sheepishly shrunk back into his seat and shook his head. "No, I don't wanna get daddy in trouble." The following day, right after school, Rudy's mom dropped him off at the Employee's entrance of Hadrian's Palace where he father was standing, along with two other men, who were also dressed in fine suits and ties. As Mrs. Marcione pulled away from the curb, Rudy ran to his daddy, smiling. He hugged his daddy tightly around his waist. He was both excited a little scared. The casino building was so enormous and this was a real job he'd be starting. Rudy wondered if perhaps having stayed home after school watching cartoons was really all that bad a thing after all. "This is your boy?", one of the other well-dressed men asked as he reached out his hand to Rudy. "Why, that's a good-looking kid you got there, Tony." Rudy beamed as did his dad. "Rudy", Mr. Marcione said, "This is Mr. Longiniggi, my boss..." And Rudy said a bigger hello to the tall, slightly gray-haired man who was shaking his hand. "Hi Mr...Longi..gi?" "You may just call me Mr. Long. How `bout that?" the man said with a wink. "I don't want you getting into a tongue twister on your very first day." "And you're real, real tall", Rudy said innocently. "So I can remember that easy then." "Yeah, tall", laughed the third man, who was a bit younger but also in his forties like his daddy. "Tall down to your knee..." Rudy didn't get the joke at all even though his dad chuckled nervously as he went on to introduce the other man who had made the joke, . "And this is Mr. Roddick", Mr. Marcione said, "He is Chief of Security here at Hadrian's Palace." "...And a very, very good friend of your daddy's", Mr. Roddick said as he took his turn shaking the small boy's hand. As he talked, all that Rudy could think of as he looked up and down the man`s physique is how he looked like a major football star or something. "My staff and I promised your daddy and Mr. Longiniggi to keep a very close on you. So you have nothing to fear about under our roof here", Mr. Roddick continued to say. "But, of course, his protection begins and ends here", Mr. Long jested. "At home, I think you're on your own, Rudy. Isn't that right, Tony?" The four entered the building and walked down what seemed to be a mile long corridor. It was all very bland and to Rudy looked something like the hallways at his school. They passed one or two people who said hello to Mr. Long. But Rudy was getting an empty pit in his tummy. As they approached an unmarked door, Mr. Long abruptly stopped in his tracks and said, "Well, this is where I leave you." The tall man then looked down at Rudy and shook his hand again. "Good luck to you, my fine young boy. Make a lot of money. That's what we always strive to do here at Hadrian's Palace." Mr. Long then shook the hand of Mr. Roddick. And as he shook the hand of Rudy's daddy, "Your little guy is a charmer. He just might draw more customers to that shoeshine stand than I thought when I first heard the suggestion. You need that when working solely on tips." "I make a dollar a buff", Rudy stated. The men chuckled as Mr. Longiniggi said, "Well, Hadrian's can't have you making money that way. But you are certainly welcome to all the tips that men wish to give you." Rudy looked upset as he quietly said, "I don't get a dollar a buff?" "No, son", his father said. "That wouldn't be legal - to have a child charge for services under Hadrian's Palace's roof..." "We are not your typical corner Kool-aid stand, after all", Mr. Longiniggi said with a smile. "But then I don't get any money?", Rudy said on the verge of tears. "Oh, you'll see money, kid", Mr. Roddick piped up. "Men toss away cash for any service rendered here..." "You can't charge, monkey", Rudy's daddy stated. "But Mr. Longiniggi made it okay for you to work here...if you just ask the men for tips. Okay? You understand?" Rudy shook his head as he muttered, "But I wanted to feed dollars to my piggy." "Your piggy?", Mr. Longiniggi asked. "His piggy bank...at home", Mr. Marcione said. "The wife and I are trying to teach him to earn and save money." "That's what I thought", the casino boss said. "Best to teach them young. The younger, the better, I've always said." "Kid, you don't want straight pay anyhow. Working for tips is the way to go", Mr. Roddick said as he saw the child's upset. "All the cocktail waitresses work for tips and, heck, they own cars and boats and boob jobs." "Really? Boob jobs?", Rudy asked as he held back a sniffle. "What's a boob job?" "Never you mind that. The hotel just asks that you don't charge the men a dollar, son", Rudy's daddy interjected. Then Mr. Longiniggi said, "Not when they'll give you $20 or even $50 if they like what you do for them." "See?", Rudy's daddy said. "You can actually earn more than a dollar by not asking for a dollar. Understand now?" "I think so", the boy replied. "This is the casino world, Rudy", Mr. Longiniggi stated. "And you'll learn fast that men hand out money for any service that pleases them." "And a dollar, quite frankly, kid", Mr. Roddick interjected, "Well, it really isn't anything in a casino. These guys will give you more than that just for telling them the correct time." "You make our customers happy and we'll all see how this little experiment works out for all involved", the casino boss stated. "I assured your father that your time won't be wasted, Rudy." And with that, Mr. Longiniggi disappeared into a hidden elevator which was behind the plain door. Walking just a dew steps further, Mr. Marcione pushed at a double set of doors and suddenly Rudy was immersed into what seemed a totally different world. The silence of the drab corridor gave way to a burst of color and spinning lights and people and noises. It was both exciting and scary to the little boy. "One must walk this way", Mr. Roddick said rather firmly. "Come out these doors and immediately go to the right..." "Hear that Rudy?", Mr. Marcione asked his son. "Never go through the casino area over there. Go to your right and down that way. Got that?" Rudy's eyes scanned the floor looking at all the different people as he nodded. "Huh ha", he muttered as he watched a tall man in a light blue suit carrying a small white bucket walk passed him. What had caught Rudy's notice was how enormous the man's bulge looked in his pants. "Rudy? Rudy. Rudy!?", his father's voice said as he tried to catch his son's attention away from what he noticed his son to be staring at. "Over here, son." Rudy broke his stare from the man who had sat on a stool not more than twenty feet from where they stood, his legs spread wide, his bulge looking even huger as he fed this weird machine a bunch of coins. "He seems taken with casino action", Mr. Roddick chuckled as he, too, noticed where Rudy's eyes were fixed. "I think you were right, Tony. I think your little guy will be one happy camper when he sees his work site." The three walked along the elaborately patterned carpeted thoroughfare which lead to the hotel shops and acted as a divider between the casino and the rest of the hotel. "Don't ever go beyond that point, son", Mr. Marcione said as he pointed to the gaming floor. "If you do..." "If you do...", Mr. Roddick interrupted, saying in a falsely stern manner, "...one of my security people or myself personally will have to immediately kick your little butt out of here." "And you won't be able to come back", Rudy's daddy told him. "No more job, no money. Got it?" Rudy crossed his heart as he pledged to never ever enter the gaming floor...ever. The two men led the tot right passed several kiosks which sold casino souvenirs and directly in through the wide passageway that was beneath a sign which read, "Men's Restroom". "Your new office, Rudy", the Chief of Security said as they went around the first corner and stood before a row of chairs mounted high on a platform. Rudy didn't see any bathroom things as he looked all around. He tugged his daddy's suit coat sleeve and whispered, "This is a men's room?" The two men then chuckled and led the boy several more steps and around another corner where many men stood at two rows of urinals. "Is that what you meant?", Mr .Marcione asked as he pointed to the sinks and various men standing taking a piss. "Oh, it's a restroom, alright", Mr. Roddick said as he watched several men suddenly zip up and quickly walk passed him without even bothering to wash their hands. Mr. Roddick, tapping his radio and badge, joked to Rudy's daddy, "Seeing these always scares some off..." The Chief of Security's joke though was confusing to the small boy and prompted him to ask, "How come a radio would do that?" Mr. Roddick laughed and Mr. Marcione put his hands on both of his son's shoulders, lightly squeezing them as if to hope he'd stop asking questions. "Leave it at - not every man standing at a urinal is always peeing son", Mr. Marcione quietly said to his son. "Then what are they doing...?", Rudy wondered as he looked some more at the dozen or so men who remained standing at the row of thirty urinals. And as he looked -even Mr. Roddick and his daddy could see - a man's huge penis hung in full view as he urinated. He was a tall older man who stood at an end urinal nearest them. The man didn't even seem to notice that people could see his whole penis as it peed. "Uh, what you say we find Stan", Mr. Marcione said, as he cleared his throat and directed his son's body to exit the restroom area. "Where was he?" "He should be back any minute", Mr. Roddick said as they went back to the shoeshine area. He then used his radio to ask someone, "P788...seen Stan, the Man anywhere...over?" "P001...STM spotted returning...passing Spa elevators...coming in your direction...over." "P788 thanks", Mr. Roddick said. "He should be here any second", he added. As many different men, coming and going from the men's room, passed the trio, suddenly a tall, broad shouldered man in a gray and white uniform and with a full head of dark gray hair, entered from the main corridor. His face lit up as he looked directly at Rudy. And as he made a beeline to the trio, the man smiled as he asked, "Is this my new assistant in these parts?" "Hi Stan", Mr. Marcione said as he shook the shoe shiner's hand. "Hey there, Stan", Mr. Roddick then said as he too shook his hand. "Out to lunch?" "Yeah, grabbed a quick bite in the Rostra Diner...good tuna steak sandwich there", Stan replied. He then looked down at Rudy and reached out his hand, "So, you must be Rudy." Rudy shook the man's hand and smiled. "Huh ha. I'm your new helper." "I am sure you will be", the man said as he quickly tousled Rudy's dark brown hair. "Look at those blue eyes!", the man then added. "You'll pick up lots of tips with those peepers, kid." Mr. Marcione smiled and asked what all Rudy would be doing. "Look right over here", the man said as he led them all to the large shoe shine stand - a row of six luxurious leather and chrome chairs with shoe rests mounted to each. Everything seemed to glow as the halogen lights glinted off the metal and leather of the chairs as well as the white marble walls and platform. "I even got the print department to make a sign for your chair." He reached behind the marble platform and pulled out a large foam core sign board that read: "Rudy's Super- Duper Buff Your Duffs Here This chair only ALL TIPS APPRECIATED" "Wow!" Rudy said as his jaw opened wide, causing the men chuckle. "Look, son", Mr. Marcione said as he pointed to the sign. "Just like you named it." He then turned to Stan and said, "That was awful nice of you. Its like a real business." "Well, it is a real business", Stan said as he put the sign to the side of the furthest shoeshine chair along the wall. "This will be your chair, little guy. When I shine a man's shoes, I'll tell him he can have a super buff from you for just the price of another small tip." "Cool", Rudy beamed. "But if they don't want one, you can't complain", Stan said. "Never complain to a customer here, son", Mr. Marcione. "That's rule number two right after staying out of the gaming area." "If a man doesn't want a super buff - even from a cutie like yourself - you can't get mad or say anything." "You do what Hadrian's Palace patrons want you to do and you'll do nothing but make money, kid", Mr. Roddick said. "They want you to do something, do it. You can't always ask for money..." "...Don't always need to", Rudy's daddy interjected. "These guys are free with the tips, kid", Mr. Roddick stated. "Do what they want and you'll make your dollars without even asking." With that, the chief of security again used his radio, "P788, P001 exiting. Tot07 in place...keep an eye out, okay...over?' "P001...gotcha ...with pleasure...over." He then turned to the other three and said, "Well, I have blackjack criminals to watch. I have to leave you." He then squatted next to Rudy, and as he did, the boy couldn't help but notice the enormous basket the man had inside his dark blue suit. "And you, little fella...it was a pleasure to meet you...you be a good little worker. I'm in and out of here - like my security staff is sometimes...so I'll be sure to be seeing you hard at work sometime real soon." He patted the boy's cheek and, standing up again, he joked to Mr. Marcione, "How you get a kid who's such a looker, you lucky dog?" Mr. Roddick then exited the men's room and disappeared into the busy casino. "Son, I have to get back to work, too", Rudy's dad told him. "You do everything that Stan here tells you to do. Okay? He's been here many years and has kids of his own..." "Grandkids, too, don't forget", Stan said with a grin. "Stan has grandkids probably not much younger than...", Mr. Marcione started to say. "He's seven, right?", Stan interrupted. "Yeah, I just turned seven a week ago", Rudy announced proud to be a big boy. "Well, then I have one grandchild who is older than you, young man", Stan stated. "My granddaughter back in Houston just turned nine." "Hear that?", Mr. Marcione said sternly to his son. "So you listen to everything Stan tells you. Got that?" Rudy nodded his head. "He has my permission to tell you to do - whatever he thinks you should be doing in here." Mr. Marcione said. "Got that?" Rudy nodded. "And no complaining", his father said. "Otherwise, you won't be back." "I swear I'll do anything and everything Stan tells me, daddy.", Rudy swore as he crossed his heart. "That's my good boy", Mr. Marcione said. "I think you'll be right at home here, son." As he spoke, Rudy's father noticed that his son's glance was once again diverted to the crotch of yet another strange man who passed by them. "Your son seems a natural for this joint", Stan said as he watched the tot look at the prominent basket of a man who passed wearing a big Stetson, tight jeans and a western shirt. "You be a good boy and buff those duffs real good, son", Rudy's father said as he saw his son looking at all the men below their belt buckles as they passed back and forth. "Got that? And remember, a Marcione don't do no job half-assed, son." "I know daddy", Rudy said, proud to be a Marcione. "Well, then, I'm going to let Stan here put you to work, monkey", Rudy's father said as he kissed his son goodbye and headed back to the casino floor. "I`m sure your little guy will love working the men`s room with me", Stan said as he then turned his attention to man who had hopped up onto one of his shoeshine chairs. For the whole first hour, no one wanted a super buff from Rudy. But then, just as Rudy was getting bored and down-hearted, Stan, who had been almost too busy to talk, directed a man to move down to the boy's special chair. "Rudy, this man here wants you to give him a super buffing!", the shoeshine man almost shouted. A few men who were passing them even chuckled as they heard that. One stranger, heading to the men's room area even joked, "Damn, I could use a super buffing right about now myself!" causing several more men to nervously laugh. Rudy's first customer was a big, nice looking man in a suit and a striped tie. He was balding but had a real nice smile as he moved into Rudy's chair. "Do a good job on him, kid", Stan said. "This is Mr. Petrillo, he manages the Cartier store here at Hadrian's." "Cart-e-ay?", Rudy asked. "Jewels, son, big jewels", the large man laughed with a smile, as he sat and placed his right shoe upon a rest. As he did so, his left leg spread wide enough for Rudy to notice the heavy, prominent lump inside the man's trousers." "Mr. Petrillo here's got some of the biggest jewels in the whole place...ain't that right, Joe?", Stan said as he made sure that Rudy has his good buffing brush to use on the Cartier manager's expensive Italian shoes. "It's a jewelry store, son", Mr. Petrillo said as he swung out his free leg slightly, making his bulge more apparent with each movement. "Do a good job on him", Stan nicely ordered. "Mr. Petrillo likes his shoes to reflect up, don't you, Joe?" "Only when I'm in here", Mr. Petrillo replied. "One wants to know what one's getting, after all when you're back there." The Cartier manager nodded his head in the direction of the men's room which totally confused Rudy. The man's shoe was enormous and Rudy didn't even much know how to go about buffing it. "What's the matter, son?" Mr. Petrillo asked as he stared at the tot between his legs. "You have real big shoes!", Rudy stated as he stared mesmerized by the well polished black leather oxfords. Mr. Petrillo wiggled his toes and then tapped his foot once or twice as they both stared at his right shoe. He said, "Yeah, I guess they do catch attention under the stalls..." "Under the stalls?", Rudy asked innocently. "Size 13's, son, always catch the attention of those looking for something big...", Mr. Petrillo said, confusing the boy even more. "Yo, Joe", Stan interrupted indicating the customer in his own chair. "You like them? My shoe there is big isn`t it, son?", Mr. Petrillo asked. "Yeah, it's huge!", Rudy said as he weakly began to run the buffer across the tip of it. Mr. Petrillo laughed at the tot's comment and said, "I've heard that a few times but never during a shoe shining." Suddenly, the man in Stan's chair, a man in Planet Hollywood polo-style shirt, leaned over slightly and said, "If you really like `em real big, baby. I wear a 14". The man then sat back and laughed heartily. Rudy smiled at the other man, looking at him with his bright blue eyes and then looking down at the man's shoes as he asked, "How come some men's feet are so big and other men's aren't?" That really set the three men to laughing, and even two men walking by chuckled as they'd overheard the boy's question. "Hey, Stan, have him stand next to the youknowwhats a while back there and he'll catch on quick", Mr. Petrillo joked as he again nodded to the urinals area. Rudy wasn't much of a shoeshine boy. But then again, he never claimed to be. He ran the buffer across Mr. Petrillo's right shoe and few times and then across his left shoe a few times. With each pass, the man's smiled down at the boy and even once winked saying it felt good. But of course, since Stan had already shone the shoes, Rudy's buffing skills didn't really need to be "super duper" as the sign read. And although surely some may have hoped otherwise, the man seemed to understand what the kid was there for - to make a couple of bucks being entrepreneurial of spirit. And when Mr. Petrillo was all done, (done because Rudy's small gave out holding the large buffing brush), he thanked the boy profusely and let Rudy stare at his large basket a while as he dug inside his suit coat for his wallet. Without a word, he handed the small child a bill and then rose from the chair. Rudy almost thought the man's pants seemed even more prominent at his zipper than before. "That's all for you, son. That was a pleasure." Stan waved at Mr. Petrillo as he walked away. He then leaned to Rudy and asked, "What he give you?" Rudy held out a hundred dollar bill and his jaw dropped. As did Stan's. As did the man's in Stan's chair who, seeing the money, smirked and said, "Hell, it doesn't pay to be physician anymore." "Put that away, Rudy", Stan instructed the child. "See? I knew tips would come your way. Blue eyes, seven-years-old...give `em what they want..." As Stan helped Rudy to tuck away the tip into his front pocket, the other man hopped down and moved to Rudy's chair. "Me next", the man said as he wagged his large shoe in Rudy's face. "Might be worth the while." Rudy buffed the man's shoe for all of four minutes as the man sat with his legs open, and his bulge quite obviously displayed in his light beige trousers. Rudy couldn't stop looking between the man's legs at the way he could see what almost looked like the man's nuts and a length of penis pushing against the material. He then looked up and his eyes met the man's. "You like your work, don't you baby boy?" Rudy just nodded as his eyes returned to the man's bulge. As he slowly, almost absent-mindedly ran the buffer across the a man's shoe, the man in his chair quite obviously shifted his body weight some, giving the little guy a better eyeful of his crotch. No one was in Stan's chair and so, as he straightened up his assortment of shoe polishes, he listened to the man quietly talking to Rudy. As the man wiggled his foot once or twice beneath Rudy's small hand, he asked the boy, "Feel how big and heavy my shoe is, baby boy? That's a big man's shoe, right?" Rudy nodded as he kept staring directly between the man's legs. "You think big stops there?", the man asked, almost in a whisper. Rudy shrugged his shoulders, not quite making the connection. "Hey Stan", the man suddenly said. "Yeah, what is it, Frankie?", Stan replied with a knowing grin. "Can your buffer here take a real quick little break?", the man asked as he nodded toward Rudy. "Uh, sure", Stan said as he glanced around. "Its pretty quite right now." "You want to take a real short break...with me, baby boy?", the man asked as he pulled his shoe off the platform and out of Rudy's reach. "Sure", Rudy immediately said, thrilled to be anywhere near this man and his crotch. "Where?" "Stan, we'll be back in a sec", the man said to the shoeshine man. "I just want to show our little fellow here something real fast." Again, Stan glanced around and indeed, the flow of foot traffic had slowly. "Yeah, fine. Go for it." The man stood up and climbed down from the shoe shine platform. "Come with me, baby", he said to Rudy. "How old are you, by the way?" "Seven", Rudy stated proudly. "Seven. Holy ...set that there down ", the man said as he pointed to the buffer in Rudy's hand. "And come with me a sec." "Is it okay?", Rudy asked Stan. Stan looked around and then nodded. "'Just going to show him something", the man again said. "We'll be all of two minutes." With that, the man indicated for Rudy to follow him into the men's room where the man then strode right up to a urinal. There were only two other men at urinals at that moment and they just seemed to be standing there quietly even though both turned their heads when Rudy and the man had turned the corner. Without a word, the man nodded his head, indicating that Rudy should stand at the urinal right beside his. The other two men looked over silently as they continued to stand at their respective urinals. The man, standing and towering over Rudy, now almost acted as if he weren't even with boy. He faced the marble tiled wall and unzipped his beige trousers as Rudy watched. The two other men also watched - slightly confused and fascinated. The man whose shoes Rudy had just buffed then proceeded to pull from his trouser fly, a huge slug of adult penis. Although it wasn't even more than semi-erect, it hung long, thick and meaty. The man in the Planet Hollywood polo shirt then stepped back a few inches from the urinal in order to give Rudy a real good eyeful of his extra long penis. Rudy's mouth opened as he had never seen a grown up's penis before. His mouth, though, spontaneously began to water, or salivate, as he looked at the man's penis. That had never happened to the boy ever before - not even for ice cream. The man didn't pee or anything like that. He just let his penis, which was about six inches soft, hang from his fly as he allowed the little boy to take a good, long look at it. Then, slowly, and without even touching himself, the man let his penis grow harder and harder and bigger and bigger. It grew out straight and even huger right before Rudy's eyes. The man's penis grew from super big to something that looked as long and thick as the whole entire length of Rudy's arm. Still, without even touching himself, the man looked down at the little boy who was staring directly at his erection - and he made his erection jump and "dance" for the little guy. He just stood there, his arms akimbo as he made his erection bounce and throb in order to amuse the kid as well as impress him. And impress him he did. Rudy stared so openly at the erection that it made the two other men feel comfortable enough to move down to the urinals on the just other side of the man. Now Rudy had a perfect view of not one, but three adult men's penises as they pointed out hard toward their respective urinals. The two other men were beating off as they watched the man expose himself so boldly to a little boy. And seeing that the little boy was loving the show, these two men found themselves openly showing off to him as well. Suddenly, the man whose shoes he'd buffed, whispered, "Keep watching, baby boy" and almost immediately these powerful blasts of milky white stuff began to shoot out of the man's huge erection. The man's penis shot and shot the stuff again and again several times directly into and all over the urinal. Rudy had never before seen anything like that in his whole life and without even thinking, he reached his hand into the path of the milky liquid just to be sure it wasn't pee. And as he did so, his small hand became coated in the thick semen of the man. Himself surprised that the boy had done that, the man groaned, his knees buckling slightly as he looked down to watch the last two shots coat the boy's hand as if in a glove of silkiness. "Fuuuuuck", one of the other men next to them said as he jerked his own cock on final time before Rudy could see that, that man, too, some man in Texas Ranger's jacket, was shooting that same milky stuff into his urinal. Then, suddenly, it became busy again as more men came into the urinals area. And the man who had been with Rudy quickly stuffed his big cock back into his beige trousers and pointed for the boy to follow him out. Back at the shoeshine stand, within not more than all of five minutes, Stan nervously smiled before asking the man, "How did it go?" "Great", the man quietly said as he nodded toward Rudy's hand still coated in shiny, sticky semen. Before Stan could hand Rudy a paper hand towel, the boy was licking his fingers. "Oh man", the man said as he tried to shield Rudy's actions a bit from the various men who passed by them as they either entered or exited the restroom area. "I didn't know he'd do that...eat that all up kid, that's a good little guy", the man muttered as several men passed by, at first, mostly unaware. "Rudy, come on, use this", Stan said, as he handed the boy a towel. But Rudy ignored Stan and so he two men could nothing but chuckle as they watched the seven-year-old lick up every glop of semen that had coated his little hand. "You like that stuff, don't ya, baby boy?", the man said as he continued his attempts to block the child from passers by. As best as the man tried, one or two men still saw a glimpse of the kid licking off a shiny hand all coated with that oddly familiar substance all over it. Even one of the men who had wagged his penis for Rudy to see at the urinals, stopped momentarily to look as he was on his way out of the men`s room. He knew what the child was eating but said nothing as just winked at Stan before he finally walked away. "It's yummy", the second-grader said as he licked sticky goo off each of his small fingers. "It comes out of that", he then said as he pointed to the man's crotch. "I thought just pee pee came out of there." "Pee Pee...", the man nervously replied in a jovial although hushed voice. "But grown up men can also make all that good stuff ...that we can certainly see you like to eat." Once he was done, Rudy just smiled looking up at Stan and the man whose semen he`d just eaten. Rudy's tender lips were all shiny as though the semen had been lip gloss. "Your wife must be feeding you a lot of pineapple lately, eh?", Stan chuckled in a soft voice as he took it upon himself to wipe the boy`s mouth off using the paper hand towel. "He took to your stuff like candy there, Frankie." After a long pause, the man looked at Rudy and said, "Hell, I wasn't planning on it going this far.... I never saw anyone eat, you know, the stuff, like that...like he can`t get enough. You got a natural on your hands here, Stan. Now I got to double that tip I was planning to give you..." "Joe gave him a hundred, remember", Stan teased. "And all that Joe got was a shoe rub." "Yeah, I know", the man said as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "This little guy keeps that up and at this rate he'll be making more in tips than the sluts over at the lap dance places off the Strip." TO BE CONTINUED... Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE mghj4dads@yahoo.com Please feel free to share your own detailed ideas, experience/s and those things that men and dads can't tell just anyone. Share with me in what you think and in what direction you might like to see the story go. Please attach NO photographic images. E-mailings such as that will be discarded without being read.