Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 04:41:45 +0000
From: Boyz Talez <Jungengeschichte@protonmail.com>
Subject: Sex Shop Boy, a story

Sex Shop Boy

**WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual sex between underage
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I became a father sort of young, in my early 20s, and as you might expect I
didn't pick the best mother. Honestly, I didn't pick her at all, it was a
drunken mistake and for some reason the bitch thought she wanted to be a
mom, so along I went for the ride. This was the 60s, and stuff like this
happened to people all the time. My son, my pride and joy, was born nine
months later and I couldn't have been prouder. But his mother, she never
seemed to enjoy motherhood and she seemed to enjoy me less and less as time
went on. I didn't even marry her, but I did want my son to have a mother so
for the first few years we tried to stay together for the kid.

Obviously, that could only last for so long. One day she comes home and
announced she fucked another guy and is leaving me and the kid to move out
of state. She even signed a document terminating her own parental rights
because she just wanted to be free of the whole thing. So, after that, it
was just me and my boy. He was three years old. His name was Sammy. Mine is
Stanley.

So, another fact about me: I owned a sex shop in the city. I had it all:
toys, smut mags, and a peep show in the back. This was the heyday of sex
shops and mine was just taking off. I was also now a single father, with a
limited budget for childcare and a desire to be around my son so,
naturally, the kid spent a lot of time with me behind the counter at
work. When he was small, people barely noticed him. He was little and quiet
and usually just played with toys or read a book or napped behind the
counter. After a while, I actually converted the closest peep show room
into a little bedroom/playroom for the kid (after a lot of scrubbing,
naturally). But he liked spending time with me at work.

Soon enough, he started school so for at least half the day at first, he
had somewhere he could be during the day other than the store. For the
first two years of his schooling, not much changed except for the
schedule. But being a curious boy, eventually it started to be more and
more noticeable where dad worked. And so, as he turned seven the spring
before second grade, the questions and the curiosity really started, and it
seemed focused most of all on the toys I sold that were intended for men to
use on themselves or other men. It was a funny sight: me, trying to explain
what an eight inch fake cock was for to my cherubic, cute as a button seven
year old son.

"Men put this in their butt?"

"Sometimes. Or their mouth."

"Gross!"

"Well, they don't necessarily go from butt to mouth like THAT son, but..."

"They like it?"

"Yes, they do."

I figured honesty was the best policy with this kid, he was no dummy. The
idea that using these things was enjoyable, pleasurable even, it shut him
up in that moment, but he seemed to be mulling the idea over.

I kept getting questions here and there, but the biggest change came a
month later, when I caught my son watching a gay porn in his little
room. Evidently, he'd started swiping them on the sly after our talk about
dildos. By the time I'd caught him he confessed he'd watched over a dozen
tapes, some more than once. Some had men fucking other men, some had oral
sex between men, some had both. I was more surprised than mad, in fact it
seemed hypocritical to be mad at all in light of this boy's unusual
childhood. But as we talked, he really dropped the bomb on me.

"Dad, can I have a toy too?"

"You mean, a *toy* like, one of the ones out there in the store?"

"Uh huh."

"But why?"

"Um," he began tentatively, furrowing his little brow in the cutest way, "I
wanna try um, sucking. With a toy."

He looked at me for approval and I could tell, saying no at this juncture
might make him feel weird or ashamed. Maybe it sounds like bad parenting to
you, but for me, at this moment, I didn't see the harm. So, there we went,
out to the wall full of fake cocks, so my young son could pick one out to
suck. Naturally, we had all sizes, but in the end, he picked one up that
was one of the smallest, only about four inches long at most, but notably
it was also one that looked pretty realistic, with fake balls and flesh
coloring and the like. He took it back to his little room and shut the
door. Apparently, he didn't need any help or ideas to get started with.

I ran the shop all the way up until dinner time, as usual, and handed off
the front counter to my employee Pat. When I opened the door to get Sammy
and take him home, I was immediately greeted by the sight of my boy going
down on the fake cock we'd picked out earlier. I didn't say anything or
stop him at first, so I managed to see that after a few hours of practice
he was already sucking on the thing with some amount of skill. For a
second, I was actually dazed, my little boy was sucking a cock after all,
but I soon snapped out of it and we both left for home, Sammy taking his
new toy with him.

And that's how things went for a few weeks: he'd watch tapes sometimes, I'd
catch him honing his cocksucking skills on the dildo sometimes, and life
just went on. Eventually though he asked me if he could pick out another
cock, this time a bigger one. He landed on one that was at least six inches
long, and thicker than the last one, and disappeared back into his little
room afterwards. That night when we went to leave, I got another little
show as I opened the door, with him pumping the fake cock in and out of his
mouth with vigor and enthusiasm. I was surprised, he could already take
about half of the cock into his mouth but seemed to mostly enjoy swirling
and sucking around the head. I watched for a bit longer, sensing that this
was something he wanted, before stopping him and taking him home to eat
dinner. Wow. This was not something I'd seen coming.

As the summer began to wind down, over dinner, he finally hit me with the
biggest surprise yet.

"Dad, have you sucked before?"

"A guy's cock?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, actually," I fumbled, "yes. But not for a long time."

"How old were you when you...sucked?"

Now this kid was playing with fire. The truth was I was a slut as a boy,
mostly because I had two teenaged older brothers. Sadly, they both died in
an accident when I was in high school but back then, by age eight, I was
regularly sucking them both off. By nine some of their friends got added to
the mix, and by ten I figured I'd sucked off a few dozen guys
altogether. By puberty that had calmed down and I settled on an interest in
women, but this kid was about to learn my secrets because he knew, there
was no way I could lie to him. I noticed how angelic his face was right
then as he awaited my answer: his piercing blue eyes studying me, his full
red lips, his dark hair which was a bit on the long side. He was handsome,
no doubt.

"Well, I wasn't a lot older than you are, I guess. Eight or so."

He considered this for a moment before responding, "did you suck men?"

"Well, sort of, I guess. Your uncles actually, my brothers. I think they
were 12 and 14 then."

"Did they shoot stuff?"

"They both did, yes."

"Did you drink it?"

I probably blushed a bit at this but answered truthfully, "I did."

"Did you like it?"

Oh boy. This is a seven year old for you. Once the questions start it's a
marathon.

"It was OK."

He really considered this answer now, furrowing his little brow again in
the cutest way before dropping an absolute bunker buster of a bomb on me.

"I want to try."

"You want to try what, bud?"

"Sucking. A guy."

I was silent for a moment. Immediately I regretted letting him explore this
stuff, something I figured would stay innocent for a lot longer for a boy
his age.

"What guy?" I responded, which was the best my stunned brain could come up
with.

This was his turn to blush a bit, which he did before saying, "well,
um....can I try....yours? First?"

My jaw just about hit the table. My seven year old son wanted to suck me
off? This was wrong in so many ways. Yet, why did my cock awaken in my
pants, and start growing to its full length? Did I want this? Why did I
want this? I'd never even considered it until just this moment. Delaying
was my only option here.

"Why mine?"

"Because I know you best."

"Buddy, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because I could get in a LOT of trouble if someone found out."

As I said that he got up and got down on his knees in front of me.

"I promise I won't tell," he said as a wicked grin spread over his formerly
innocent face. He put both hands on my crotch and by then the game was up
since he knew now that I was rock hard. I was wearing basketball shorts so
soon both his hands went up the legs and were tugging at the fly in my
briefs. Within seconds both of his little hands were on my cock, which was
now bigger than ever, and throbbing hard.

"Wow," was all he said before pulling his hands back out and starting to
pull down on my waistband.

"Sammy..." I weakly protested, "please."

"Come on, daddy. I want to. A lot. I've been practicing. You saw," he said
as he started to stick his lip out in a pout. He KNOWS I can never resist
THAT face. I lifted myself ever so slightly in my chair at that moment,
which brought both my shorts and underwear down in seconds with his
pulling. He pulled them all the way off and tossed them across the room.

So here we were, father and son together, with his cherubic little face
only inches away from my throbbing, leaking cock. He wasted no time either,
leaning forward and sticking his tongue out in one deft move, enveloping my
head with his lips and swirling his tongue all around like he'd seen in all
those movies and practiced so well on those dildos. This was the kid's
first taste of precum, and he liked it so far judging by the look on his
face. Truth be told, the little boy seemed lost in what he was doing now,
barely noticing that I was even there at all. I always thought he was cute
looking, with perfect light, creamy skin, short dark hair and bright blue
eyes. But now I noticed his sexuality, how his eyes glistened when he
decided he wanted to suck me off. He was gorgeous.

Now I wasn't some huge horse cock having guy, I was almost seven inches at
full mast, but next to a seven year old it looked pretty big. This didn't
scare my son though, who soon was rocking back and forth, working himself
into a sucking, bobbing type motion and taking more and more of my cock
into his mouth as he went. Those red lips of his felt satiny smooth and his
tongue was just wild and alive, swirling around with each stroke. Seeing
this, my cock disappearing into my son's mouth, turned me on way more than
I'd ever expected it could. This kid, he had been practicing a lot. I
wasn't sure how long I'd last and more than that, we hadn't had a chance to
have the conversation about what he wanted me to do when I came. But soon,
like Sammy, I was lost in this experience, closing my eyes and being
continually amazed that I was getting head this good from my little boy.

I wasn't going to last long, either. The kid was pumping the part of my
cock that he couldn't suck with his little hands. I knew he knew about cum
and that if he kept sucking me like this, I'd cum in his mouth but I still
felt I should warn him just in case.

"Sammy....Sammy I'm gonna....ugh I'm gonna shoot Sammy..."

That was all I managed before my body tensed, my cock became as hard as a
piece of steel, and cum started shooting right into my boy's mouth. I
counted at least seven strong spurts at first, followed by at least three
or four smaller ones. Sammy had flattened his tongue and held it against
the bottom of my head as I shot and was basically nursing on my cock like a
baby calf would on his mother's teat, dutifully drinking each shot down as
it came out. I sagged backwards in my chair after it was over, letting my
legs splay out to each side as my second grader son finished teasing out
the last bits of cum from my cock and cleaning me off with his mouth.

When he pulled off my cock, he simply got up, went back to his chair and
finished his dinner, leaving me to get my underwear and shorts and put them
back on. We ate in silence for a while but once his plate was cleaned,
right before he got up to take it to the sink, he looked at me with a kind
of an impish smile.

"That was cool, daddy. I liked swallowing your stuff like that. Can we do
that more?"

"I guess so, Sammy," I responded somewhat weakly, knowing it was pointless
to argue. His smile got even broader, and he got up and scuttled off with
his plate.

That night my head was swimming, and I doubt I got very much sleep after
spending at least an hour or two sitting up just replaying things in my
head. I was on a path now, and at this point having fear or trepidation
would just make things harder. I worked in a sex shop, out of necessity my
boy spent and would continue to spend a lot of time there, and I set myself
up for this the minute I let him watch porn and play with dildos. He was
always a smart, creative boy so I set us on this road months ago. He merely
took the next logical step. And to tell the truth: I enjoyed it, and not
just because I hadn't had sex with anyone since the bitch left. No, he was
genuinely good at this. If he wanted to keep doing it this
enthusiastically, well, so be it.

I must have nodded off eventually and I knew that because I woke sometime
the next morning, feeling the unmistakable feelings of my son's mouth
working my cock again. I slept naked so all the kid had to do was toss the
covers aside and go to work, which he was now doing steadily. This was less
urgent than last night, a more languid suck, and apparently my boy had been
at it at for a little while already. I looked down at him and noticed he
was naked too. He briefly locked eyes with me when he noticed I was awake
and flashed me as good a smile as he could manage with a grown-up's cock in
his mouth. He soon looked at my crotch again and picked up the pace. I
spent five more minutes genuinely enjoying this before my orgasm overtook
me and caused me to shoot another load down my kid's throat. Wow. Now that
was some way to wake up in the morning.

It went that way until school started. Sammy settled into a routine of
practicing with dildos whenever he felt like it at the store while blowing
me two, sometimes three times a day at home. My balls could barely make
enough sperm to keep up, but somehow, they did. Things got turned on their
ear though the night I caught Sammy blowing my night shift employee in his
little room at the store. I'd been delayed leaving with some inventory in
the back and when I came to collect the kid, I found my 22 year old
employee just hitting his nut and cumming into my son's mouth for the first
time. This was the first time I saw Sammy swallow someone else's load, so I
stood by the door and let him finish before surprising them both.

We all had a long talk after that. And at home, after dinner and after
Sammy sucked my cock yet again, I reminded him that what we did had to
remain a big secret, and that he couldn't keep offering blowjobs to people
because of the risk involved. He understood but I sensed right then that he
was burgeoning, that he was developing a thirst that needed to be quenched
to stay under control.

So, for a while, with school to occupy his time during the week and two
guys to suck off regularly, things remained more or less in check. But as
his requests to try sucking more guys came up again and got more frequent,
I soon let my best friend Jim into our circle of trust one Saturday, a day
in which Sammy actually sucked cock six different times altogether between
me three times, Pat once and Jim twice. The kid was becoming very skilled
and Jim, who was straight but had a wife that was constantly giving him
blue balls, was grateful to have another way to get off, once he got over
the initial shock that is. He always had affection for my son after all.

That held through the holidays and into the new year. Sammy loved this new
relationship he had with the three men in his life, loved that he could
give them pleasure like this. In fact, he'd even moved up to an eight inch
dildo during his practice sessions, one that was bigger around than the
last one too. It got easier and easier for him to occasionally let one of
our cocks slip down his throat a bit as he sucked, and bit by bit he was
becoming pretty skilled in taking us deep too. He even let me shoot that
way once over Christmas break, my cum going right down his throat.

But it was over Christmas break that he hit me with two things: he wanted
another dildo to try in his butt. And also, he wanted to find more men to
suck. The second thing got put on my back burner in this moment, even
though at least part of my mind was already sketching out some ideas. We
spent his Christmas break picking out some dildos for his ass, talking
about lubrication and going slow and getting used to things and enemas and
all the rest. He even did an enema on himself once, just to show me he
already knew what to do. It wasn't until New Year's Day that he finally
asked me the inevitable question: could I be the first to fuck him in his
butt?

I was tempted, I can confess that now. But I managed to hold him off a bit
by talking about going slow, getting used to things, and practice making
perfect. I encouraged him to get more and more used to the dildos, he'd
have plenty of time after all in his room each afternoon/evening. Instead
of sucking dildos, he could have them fuck him. But I promised him that I'd
fuck him by his 8th birthday. That was a few months off at this point, so
it gave me time.

Naturally, the kid had no shortage of new ideas and right after that
discussion he watched a porn about glory holes and was so curious he
watched a few more. Before long, he was begging me to build him a glory
hole and get more guys for him to suck off. This quickly became his biggest
priority.

So, his little room used to be a peep show room, someplace a girl would sit
waiting to dance for whoever came along in the next room to drop coins in
and have a look. I'd stopped using it, and the glass between each room had
been replaced by a wall, but since my son's room was already able to be
locked up pretty safe because that's how it was built, I figured what I
could do was build a glory hole into the next room, and put a lock on that
door too. I'd add a sign indicating the price for each visit, I figured at
least $5 or $10, and I'd give guys the key upon payment. I'd add closed
circuit cameras to each room so I could keep an eye on things from the
front counter, but basically then we'd have an easy way for Sammy to suck
all the cock he wanted, anonymously and safely.

I told Sammy of my ideas and as predicted, he was excited, and it made him
forget anal sex for the moment. He was still enjoying sucking me off, and
my employee and my friend too, but this boy's drive was already way above
average, and he was over the moon that he would be able to live out some of
the porn he'd seen in real life. Work began at once, with me, Pat and Jim
doing it all ourselves. I got a lock for the other room and added a
deadbolt to Sammy's room. We made the hole but gave it a locking, sliding
panel over it on Sammy's side of the hole, just in case. We made the signs
and mounted and wired the cameras. Soon, it was all complete.

I had rules and told Sammy that we'd start off slow. For now, he'd suck
strange men off only on Friday and Saturday nights, and I'd control how
many per night, while keeping an eye on him and whatever his limit turned
out to be. We discussed what a limit was, and how he should stop once he
felt queasy at all, and signal me in the camera if needed. If I didn't know
better, I'd even say Sammy seemed to love the fact that I could watch him
as he sucked men off, getting a glint in his eye as we went over ground
rules. This kid was something else.

So, that first Friday afternoon, Sammy went into his room, and I wrote on
the sign on the next door the price and that the hours were variable and
that the key could be purchased at the counter. The sign was really a
chalkboard so that made it easy to change on the fly. It actually took a
couple of hours, during the evening rush hour, before guys seemed to notice
the new sign. A few looked and kept going but soon enough a well-dressed
man seemingly in his early 30s saw it, then made a beeline to me to inquire
about current availability. I said the glory hole was open, took his money,
and gave him the key. Well, here we go, Sammy's first anonymous blowjob.

As the man entered the room, I saw Sammy go towards the hole and get down
on his knees. The man took down his pants and fished out a cut cock that
was six or seven inches at least, close to around my size. He pushed it
through the hole, and I saw Sammy grip it in his hands and feel it up a bit
before leaning forward and taking it into his mouth and going to work. It
was quite a sight, seeing my second grader going to work on a stranger's
cock on one screen, and seeing that same stranger pressing against the wall
and pumping in and out of the hole on the other. Sammy wasn't holding back
either, he was pumping on the cock and clearly worked up a pretty
enthusiastic rhythm on the man.

It didn't last long either. After five minutes of spirited sucking the man
pumped hard into the wall one last time then stopped, and I watched on the
second screen as Sammy held the cock in his mouth as he drank the man's cum
down. Sammy cleaned the cock some, but the man quickly withdrew, zipped up,
and left the room. On his way out he complimented me on the skills of the
cumslut I'd hired, not realizing it was my little boy he was referring
to. On camera, I saw Sammy give a little wave before standing up, stripping
naked, getting on all fours, and working one of his dildos into his ass for
a while. It was clear he was facing a running porno tape too; man was this
kid non-stop with all this stuff. He also seemed to be getting pretty good
at working the dildo into his own ass, he'd probably want me to fuck him
pretty soon. Things were moving at a rapid clip.

We stayed a bit later than usual that night to give guys a good chance for
their first crack at Sammy, and by the time we went home, four other men
had their turn. After he sucked my employee off before we left, that made
seven times that day he'd given head, and seven loads he'd swallowed. After
dinner, with me, he made it eight. I asked him if he was queasy at all and
how his stomach felt and so far, so good, so I figured if he did indeed
want to keep doing this, we were off to a decent start.

Looking back, I think the weirdest part of it all was how routine it
quickly became. The second night, eight men got off in Sammy's mouth in
addition to me, Pat after his "shift" ended, and Jim after that who'd come
over to the house for dinner. Including him sucking me off twice that day,
he'd given a dozen blowjobs altogether, also with no ill effects so far,
with almost all of them happening within the space of a few hours. It
sounds a bit absurd but, taking into account how quickly and how well he
learned all this stuff, I honestly started to wonder if he was simply born
to suck cock.

That first Sunday night, after Sammy finished sucking me off, he revealed
to me that his own little cock was rock hard, and that it'd been that way
more and more since this all started. I mean, he's a small boy, not in
puberty yet, so it's not like it was just hormones driving him to do these
things. It was some combination of a little kid's obsessive determination
mixed with a lot of curiosity. Plus, he just seemed to really enjoy doing
it. But now things were activating inside him a bit more, even now, so we
talked a little about his own development and what was ahead of him.

But it was at that moment I realized I had been selfish all this time. He
was sucking cock more and more and having his own throbbing erections more
and more and didn't know much about giving himself pleasure to take care of
it. So, we went over all of that and, at the end of our discussion, I
sucked his cock for the first time. Truth be told, my son's cock was pretty
amazing in its own right, a really impressive four inches already, cut, and
thicker around than you'd expect for a second grader. My little boy,
precocious as he was, naturally had no trouble letting me suck him to his
very first dry orgasm. He loved it, and he now more fully understood how
all us guys felt when he used his own mouth on us. I could tell the
servicing of cocks would go both ways in our house from now on.

The second Friday and Saturday nights at the glory hole, Sammy sucked off
ten men each night. The only time he got queasy was Saturday when most of
the men who used the hole came at the end of his time working it, with
eight of them managing to get off in his mouth within two hours. He'd added
in blowing my employee before he left, and Jim and I during the car ride
home to that and evidently that was right at his current limit. Wow though,
how many seven year old second graders could say they could blow 11 men
within a few hours before they got sick? I figured that was a really short
list.

So, for a few weeks we held things at ten men a night, twice a week and
that was fine. But I started having a problem: more and more men wanted to
use the hole. The key was soon gone, replaced with a simple buzzer I could
press from the front counter. Reluctantly, I tried out letting a dozen men
in a night, and that ended up being OK by now because, I suppose, his limit
was increasing now with experience. I mean by now between the men in his
life and the men visiting the store, the kid was easily giving head over
forty times each week. That was a lot no matter who you are.

But something had to give. Within two months I nearly had a stampede on my
hands, and ended up nearly turning away as many guys as I let in. So, after
considering the options, I went back to a 10 a night limit but started
letting Sammy suck cocks on Wednesday night too. He went from 24 anonymous
blowjobs a week to 30 but in a way that didn't tax his daily limit. And it
wasn't like he objected, seeing as how if it were up to him, he'd be doing
this every night. And therein lay the rub, so to speak. I was hard at work
thinking of alternatives.

At the same time, his eighth birthday started to loom, and my promise to
him was coming due. By this point he was basically using the dildo sized
like my cock in his ass with ease several times a week, so I decided to
walk him though another door as I, one night after he sucked ten guys off,
took his anal virginity. I wish I could describe the feeling of sliding my
cock into his tight ass, the feeling of actually fucking my little boy
until I came inside him, or the dirty things he ended up saying as I did
so, but I can't in any way that does it justice. It might sound odd to say
about a kid who was blowing as many guys a week as he was but my boy
definitely felt more mature and experienced after that, and after we
repeated the experience a few more times leading up to his eighth birthday
and he really honed his skills, my new idea to both expand the availability
of the glory hole but in a way that he could manage finally came up.

It was simple: we'd now do do a dozen guys maximum per night for now. But
now, the guys would have a choice: $10 for a suck, $20 for a fuck. Sammy
was over the moon. I had my concerns of course, since this basically meant
he'd be having sex with strange men 48 times a week. But, at this point, I
figured the limits would be Sammy's to define and, so far, he still wanted
more and more. He was just eight years old now but seemed to be on a
mission.

I added a red light bulb to Sammy's room and put a switch for it under the
front counter. The system was simple: if a guy paid for a fuck, I turned
that red light on, otherwise it was just a suck. At the start I figured
we'd cap him at two fucks each night. That first Wednesday we didn't even
have to wait very long since the second guy to come in and pay for time
with Sammy, a fit looking man in his mid-30s, wanted a fuck. I gave him the
key and flicked the red light on, and within a few minutes his pants were
already coming off while Sammy, already naked, grabbed some lube which he
used ample amount of once the cock came through the fuck hole. Soon, Sammy
was sort of leaning his upper body against the chair he used for relaxing
and backed himself up while he deftly let the man's cock slide into his
ass. He stopped backing up once his ass cheeks touched the wall and braced
himself while the man started working up his own fuck motions, which Sammy
then started to match a bit, stroke for stroke, on his end too.

I'll give the man credit: lasting for twenty minutes inside of Sammy's
really tight ass was a real accomplishment, something I hadn't managed to
do so far. I saw him pull his pants back up and exit towards the front,
where I managed to see how he'd worked himself into a nice sweat and was
showing off a contented smile from fucking my son. Boy, the tyke was sure
special. He'd taken to sex so quickly he was doing it professionally now
and doing it really well.

Honestly, it turned me on, something I didn't expect. I even started
ducking into my boy's room sometimes right as a blowjob customer went into
the room next door and blew him while he was giving head too. I figured
this way they wouldn't hear him moan with orgasm after I was done, and it
seemed like they got even more pleasure from the spirited sucking he did as
he got sucked, and the sound of his cock-muffled "Mmmm! Mmmmmmmm!!
Mmmmmmmmmmm!" sounds as he came. It was win-win.

And for a few months, that's how things went. Sammy ended up increasing to
15 men a night, servicing dozens upon dozens upon dozens of men and after a
while had a few dozen regulars that came by every few days. But then
another new man came in, and this man didn't just leave the room afterward
and walk out. No, he showed me a badge and asked me to come back to the
room with him.

Usually what these guys wanted was a bribe, but I guess this one wanted to
cause trouble for me. He knew I was basically a pimp, and it was up to him
what would happen to me and Sammy now. But fatefully, he made me pull
whoever it was sucking cock in the next room out here with us and it was at
that point everything changed. He knew I knew, and had it on tape, that he
got blown by a child. But more than that, the cop seemed transfixed by my
naked son once he saw him. The look he gave was one of shock, but also
impressive pride in his skills, and honestly a fair amount of lust.

That's when the conversation changed. He laid it all out: he was attracted
to boys and had a stepson at home who was 10 years old and had just
recently started sucking cock, his cock, as well. Evidently the kid had
been begging our officer friend here for more cocks to suck so we very
quickly arranged to get together at my house and see what we could figure
out. Jake's mom worked the second shift at her job, so his evenings were
usually free during the week, and especially on Friday and Saturday nights
most of the time.

We had the meeting on a Tuesday, and I finally got a look at this kid. Jake
was his name, and he was a skinny, sort of waifish little boy with brown
eyes and straw colored blond hair. His defining feature though were the
fullest looking red lips I'd ever seen on a boy. After the pleasantries and
a bit of dinner, the officer and I decided the thing to do would be to have
Jake suck me, and have Sammy suck him. And so, right in my living room, I
had a second child give me head for the first time and man, his lips did
not disappoint. I was still fuzzy on how long and how many times the boy
had done this stuff, but it was clear he was ready to service men at the
glory hole. I lasted maybe five whole minutes before my cum flooded into
the kid's mouth, and ejaculated extra hard and extra-long just seeing the
sight of this kid swallowing my cum. Soon afterward, Sammy was also
drinking down the officer's load, and we all knew right then this was now a
partnership.

This meant we could accommodate more guys per night and per hour on Friday
and Saturday, since we arranged it so Jake and Sammy would work the hole at
the same time and trade off. Jake was new and only did oral thus far, so we
started him off on five sucks a night just to be on the safe side that
first week, then stepped it up to eight each night the week after, which
held until the fourth week when he managed ten guys a night without feeling
ill or hitting his limit. Once he got to ten pretty solidly, I arranged it
for Jake to work the hole by himself on Tuesdays, at least for a few hours,
and then I had glory hole coverage five days a week. Things were going
great. I was surprised the officer stepped him up to five days a week
already, at ten each night Jake was servicing nearly as many men per week
than Sammy was by now. But Jake was a determined and, I soon learned, very
horny little boy.

Jake was learning quickly, and after that many weeks of working the hole,
watching porn tapes, and seeing Sammy do anal sex over and over, he started
wanting to learn how to do anal too. So, the Friday night of week 5, the
officer took Jake's anal virginity after his shift at the glory hole
ended. From what I heard it went well, especially since Jake mentioned
Sammy had helped him practice with some dildos between customers. The night
after, Jake and the officer came home with me, and we once again traded
boys. So soon, there I was, fucking the second little boy I'd ever fucked
and enjoying every second. Cumming inside Jake was extremely satisfying,
and I knew he'd continue to make lots of men happy with his skills. He
added two fucks a night to his routine as well, making it 60 strange men a
week he was getting off.

So, what I had now was: police protection from someone on the inside, even
more new business, and a constant live video feed of two different boys
having sex with men. In fact, after Jake and the officer became part of our
little enterprise, more and more of his friends on the force dropped by,
none of them the wiser that it was two children getting them off. I
reasoned that Jake and my son would be sucking and being fucked by a lot
more cops' cocks going forward.

As for me, I had a thriving sex life of my own and it came from what I
would previously have thought was the most unlikely place. I had sex with
Jake sometimes, I had sex with my young son daily, and every time with
either one managed to be just as good, or better, than the first time. They
were boy whores and took a lot of pride in being both boy whores and
cumsluts. I made sure to return the favor plenty too, making sure to suck
Jake and my son off as often as I could. Jake and Sammy even, naturally,
started having sex with each other, quickly learning that 69'ing between
clients was a good way to pass the time. Neither could shoot but that made
it easier for them to pleasure each other to orgasm again and again.

Two years passed. My boy grew some, remained both gorgeous and hairless,
and kept up with having sex with lots and lots of men every week. In fact,
before Sammy even turned 9, we finally expanded things so both boys worked
their glory holes five days a week, servicing at least 12 men each
night. Each boy by this time was an extreme sexual veteran, with thousands
of sexual encounters under their belts.

Jake, now 12, was even producing thin loads of cum of his own, loads my boy
loved swallowing alongside all the loads he took from strange men most
nights. The officer and I sampled his offerings regularly as well.

And of course, sometimes the boys, being competitive, liked testing each
other's limits. On nights they took the gloves off, I'd seen my own boy
blow 20 men in one night with no ill effects. It was actually quite
impressive, and only surpassed by Jake blowing 22 men the same night. These
boys were prodigies.

Another change was that Jake was topping Sammy regularly now, starting only
a few months after he started receiving anal sex from men. Sammy, of
course, had an ass that was very broken in and very experienced, but still
very wonderful to be inside. In fact, the first load of watery cum Jake
ever shot went right into Sammy's well-used ass.

By this time it was 1972, the heyday of the New York City sex shop scene,
and simply put we had two busy boys working the holes five days a week and
always at full capacity, which we actually had to bump to 15 a night just
to keep up, a full 75 every week for each boy to service. In the beginning,
the boys had time to sex each other up or watch porn or even do homework
between clients. Nowadays, on weeknights, they were easily doing 3 or 4 men
every hour, or up to five in Jake's case on Tuesdays. In fact, for Tuesday
nights, we had to let Jake go back to all oral and have Sammy pick up the
anal sex slack, since Jake found it difficult to reliably fit men in for
fucks between the sucks and still get home before it got too late for his
mom's sake. Tuesdays were the one work night she could be home early enough
for dinner, and they had to keep up appearances. By now, both these kids
were so skilled at pushing a guy's buttons they could get them off in a few
minutes each if they chose but blowing 15 guys in three hours was sort of a
stretch. Luckily either boy could easily tolerate swallowing that much cum
without going over their limits.

Soon, fate delivered us a solution to our manpower shortage, a solution in
the form of Jake's little half-brother Josh. This kid, he had the most
platinum blonde hair I'd ever seen, and deep blue eyes to go with it. He
had just turned nine years old, and came to live with the officer, Jake and
Jake's mom because the kid's own mom was MIA and his dad, Jake's dad and
his mom's ex, had just landed himself in jail for a few years. Since the
officer was a cop, it bolstered Jake's mom's case to watch the kid until
his dad got out of jail.

We were all aware of the possibilities here, but none of us wanted to get
ahead of ourselves or rush anything. After all, we had no idea what the kid
even knew about sex. So, it fell to Jake to feel the kid out and get a
sense of his overall willingness. The boys were to share a room at home, so
this would be a simple matter once the initial awkwardness wore off. But we
were up against a time crunch, as he'd arrived early Sunday morning. By
Tuesday night, Jake would be back blowing guys at my store so we had to
know pretty quickly if the kid would freak out being brought to a sex shop.

Luckily, as it turned out, we needn't have worried. This kid may have
looked innocent, but he was not. He grew up in a trailer park and had a
criminal absentee father. He'd already managed to start smoking at his
tender age, and begged Jake to let him smoke in their room once they were
sent to bed. Jake's solemn promise to keep the kid's secret set everything
up the right way right off the bat, and by their second night together,
Jake had sussed out that not only had this kid seen porn before, but he'd
also been occasionally blowing a 13 year old in his trailer park for extra
smokes for a few months already. He even swallowed! In fact, he even
swallowed with Jake, who he blew that very night once all his secrets came
out. This would work out great.

In the car on the way to my shop for the first time and Jake's regular
Tuesday night shift, the officer greased the skids a bit for the secrets he
was about to keep and boosted the kid's trust by telling him he could tell
the kid smoked, and handing him a new pack of smokes with a promise that he
could get more, as many as he wanted and whenever he wanted, and his secret
would be safe from his mother. The only condition, the officer said, was
that time at my store was guy time, and we only talked about it when it was
us guys around, no one else. The kid lit a cigarette and enthusiastically,
and gratefully, agreed.

Being no stranger to sex, his time at Jake's side in the glory hole room
was less surprising to Josh than it would be to most kids his age, but he
was both amazed and impressed at Jake's prolific skills. Cock after cock
would come through the hole and Jake would strenuously suck each and every
one, swallowing greedily each time. By the second hour, Jake was in the
middle of servicing his eighth man when Josh asked whether he could tag
himself in and give it a try. He was a bit awkward at first, adjusting to
the few extra inches this 30 something man had on the teen he had blown
previously, but was soon sucking like a champ and taking the man's copious
load with ease, not spilling a single drop. He let Jake suck on after that,
lighting a few smokes and taking more mental notes, but by the time of the
13th cock Josh asked to tag in for the whole suck, taking about 10 minutes
to get the strange man off and deciding to also suck the 14th cock when it
presented itself a short time later. Jake finished the night, but Josh had
already taken three loads of three strange men, and he found it was pretty
agreeable, especially when he found out how much money the boys made doing
this.

So, a third hole was added to the room. Things moved quickly after that,
with two or even three boys in the room at a time working the glory holes,
mixing and matching who was at each hole each time. Adding in Josh's
efforts went gradually, with an extra 5 sucks per night at first, then
seven or eight, and ramping up to ten after a few weeks. Within a couple of
months, we had three very seasoned boy whores working in the shop and
during the same time, we went from one boy smoker to three, as Sammy and
Jake, naturally, got curious and picked the habit right up. It was the
1970s, the officer and I both smoked already as it was. We had no reason to
object to the boys' new habit and didn't. I admit, I was turned on the
first time I saw my boy skillfully lighting a cig, inhaling the smoke into
his lungs, and blowing it out. I wasn't prepared to feel that way, but I
did. It made him look more mature, and sexy. During our own times together
having sex, I enjoyed the new experience of sharing a post-fuck smoke with
my boy and it was one of the best things ever.

Around the three month mark Josh, by then a very skilled mouth whore but
still an anal virgin, finally did anal for the first time. He started with
Jake on a Friday night after his shift, had sex with the officer the next
day and by Tuesday had sex with me too. By the next day he went from
servicing ten men a night to servicing twelve, adding two fucks into the
mix. He was a full-on whore now too, just like our other two boys. He went
like that for a couple months more, servicing 60 men a week all the way up
to his 10th birthday. By this point it was too obvious that both he and
Jake were smoking up a storm, so the secret came out to the officer's wife
who, to her credit, took it in stride and figured the boys at 10 and 13
were old enough to make their own choices. It was another time. If she only
knew these boys combined were taking loads in their asses and mouths from
the cocks of 60-75 strange men a week, the smoking would be the least of
it. But no matter, at least now they could smoke openly at home even if
they couldn't fuck or suck as openly.

Time passed. By and by Josh was up to 15 guys a night too, with each boy
smoking a pack a day on top of that. Their enthusiasm for their work didn't
waver as time went by, that is until Jake finally hit high school and fell
more and more out of love with being a full time whore for men on top of
being a full time student that, by now, knew he wasn't gay, despite the
fact that he'd had enough gay sex for several lifetimes already. His shifts
became sporadic as he entered high school and within a month, stopped
altogether, leaving things in the skilled hands of my son and Josh. Though
he did still come by often and sometimes even played the role of customer,
letting whichever boy that wanted to suck him through one of the holes go
to work.

Josh, meanwhile, really took a liking to Sammy and, figuring pretty quickly
that he was in fact gay, a realization Sammy already had about himself by
the way, the boys became much more than friends. By the time Josh was 11
and Sammy 12, they were often sleeping together in the same bed, making out
constantly between customers and during off times, and seeing movies and
things on days off. It was quite adorable in fact, and obviously sexy as
hell when they'd make out in front of us. They'd even been daring enough to
suck each other off during movie dates a few times. The loved having sex
and, in a bit of a reversal from expectations, Sammy was the one that
always topped Josh. They both felt lucky to have found each other, lucky to
be so sexually free and skilled at what they did, both to each other and
the legions of strangers they got off each night.

We went on like that until Sammy was 14 and hit high school himself. Josh
was still in 8th grade but both boys by this point were very wrapped up in
one another and fucking like rabbits. The extra money had been nice, but
the talk around the shop was about getting out of the game while we were
still ahead, so to speak. So, that fall in 1976, I closed the glory holes
for good. it was quite a run though, and my mind got nostalgic recounting
the past seven years, half of his life by now, that Sammy had been having
sex in his little room. I had no idea by now how many times my little boy
got men off, but it was in the many thousands, certainly. Boy if those
walls could talk.

It was all just as well though. Within only a few years, the scourge of
AIDS set upon the city. Sammy and Josh, having found each other as boys,
were safe because they only fucked one another and got out of the game at
the right time. But as fate would have it Jake, who by 1980 was 20 years
old and prone to occasionally tricking on the side for extra cash, got AIDS
from one of his johns and ended up as one of the earliest victims of the
"gay cancer." He slipped away with all of us sitting by his hospital bed,
feeling all the love we had for him one last time. We were shattered,
especially the officer and Jake's mother. But we still remember him today
and treasure all the memories.

So, after that, with the winds of change blowing against businesses like
mine, I read the writing on the wall and closed the store. It was a
bittersweet time, but it was the right thing to do. Jake was gone and with
my boy and his lover long ago moving on, it didn't have the appeal to me it
once did. I took pictures on closing day, making sure to document it all
one last time. But when I closed the doors for the last time and stepped
into a new future with a regular 9-5 job, I was satisfied and glad for the
times we all had there. I still think of them often.


THE END


Other stories by this author:

"Eleven" in gay male, Young Friends

*Little by Little for Little Brother" in gay male, Incest

"Matt Learns To Suck" in gay male, Adult/Youth

"Matt's New Habit" in gay male/young friends

"The Naked Summer" in gay male/young friends

"Rent My Brother" in gay male/incest