Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 13:50:30 -0700 (PDT) From: gloryhole junkie Subject: Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad, pt 1 Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad Part 1 by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE mrghjunkie@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following story is intended strictly for an adult male audience. It describes the realities of when a cocksucking cumpig male marries and sires sons. It graphically depicts incestuous acts between father and his minor sons. Do not read if such is not your erotic cup of tea. Never try any of this this at home. If you're a dad, go to a room, lock the door and masturbate to it, but don't re-enact any of what you are about to read. If you're a son, enjoy reading the story but don't ask the old man for head. Adhere to all laws regarding such sexual practices in your local community. Never engage in sexual conduct with a minor Do not copy or publish without the author's prior written consent. PREFACE, Sperm Swims in My Veins: How can you begin to explain to some men that you're a guy who has sucked off tens of thousands of dicks in his lifetime? I, Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE, am that kind of a cumpig. I have wrapped my lips around the cock of literally tens of thousands of different men. No joke; no exaggeration; idiotic calculating by multiplying my number of toes into the equation. That is all real dick sucked. Different dicks and I would say 99.9% of it the dicks of completely anonymous strangers. I could not even tell you but a handful of the guys' first names. And there is no verifying if any of those names were for real. How can so many men be named Mike or Tom? There's common and then there are every other dick I sucked attached to a Mike or a Tom? And for all those cocks sucked, three-quarters of them have also pumped nutmilk straight down my throat. You get good at milking meat inside your throat after a while. And I have found that most men like it that way. They can shove it in and just stand their squirting and squirting freely as they feel my throat muscles gulping down all that daddy batter. Some love to see their semen shoot out and into my open mouth. Funny thing is, I would guess most of that type are the married men. They seem fascinated and turned on by the sight of their ejaculate blasting all white, warm and creamy into a strange guy's cumpigging mouth. What kind of numbers are we talking here? Real, cold, hard numbers? Over sixty thousand. I'll also use numerics for those whose eyes just blurred. Over 60,000. And I never count the same dick twice. But I've been sucking them since I was four-years-old. Make it six actually since the only cock I sucked on before that was the one inside my dad's white jockeys. But at six and seven, I became a regular cocksucker. And I haven't stopped sucking and eating sperm since. I got hooked on the stuff and, as they say, I've never looked back. And remember, three-quarters of them have added a load of their sperm to the collective pot (of my belly). That would be cumloads out of the nuts of roughly 45,000 men. How's a cumpig get to eat 45,000 cumloads and suck on over 60,000 cocks? You start by basically being a cumpig. No brainer there. You have to love drinking semen. And you have to need it all the time. You have to live for the stuff. And you do live for the stuff. You also have to love drinking it down out of lots and lots of strangers. Few people have 60,000 pals. You have to be willing to open your mouth and throat to most guys who show any interest in a blowjob. Fortunately, that's never been a difficulty. You also have to think cock and cum all the time, no matter where you are or what you're doing. I've sucked cocks between attending a wake and the start of the funeral procession. I left the wake, drove a mile down the road, sucked eight cocks in a local woods, drove back to the funeral home and got into the line of cars as they placed the old gal's casket into the hearse. That's cumpig living. I have spent eight hours in public toilets sucking down cumloads from dicks spritzing cum at me through a gloryhole. Eight solid hours in a busy public toilet slobbering on one stranger's hard cock after another. Who would think that when I left, I was a guy with thirty different loads of cum all mixed together in my stomach. Who else in that mall or train station had the sperm of so many passer-by men inside of him. And if you want to hit 60,000 cocks by age forty, you have to start sucking them when you're young and you have suck them often. I can't recall a day I haven't had a cock put into my mouth. Ah, maybe I can think of a day here or a day there. But they could be counted on fingers and toes. And you have to love sucking off groups of men. You can't be afraid of blowing a roomful of men. You can't be so shy as to avoid a circle of men with their dicks out. I have sucked a ring of eight men circling my head. I have sucked several rings of eight cocks each on some good days in busy places. As a cumpig, you have to think of men as so much bulk sausage to eat. There have been periods where I was sucking two cocks into my mouth all the time. I wasn't doing a one dick, one dick, one dick at a time count. I was blowing two men at time. You'll be surprised how many men enjoy that. Even the married uptight ones love it since they feel its you making them put their dicks together in you mouth because you're a cummy dickpig. And oddly enough, that's just the guy they want sucking them. There is a secret side to a lot of men. Many like feeding a load to a hungry cum dump. I have sucked way too many men for far too long not to know that. There are respectable men galore, who, when you have them and they have a hard-on, are like teenagers in their excitement to open their slacks and feed you a load. There are so many married men who seem to love it when they realize they've scored themselves one of those real cumpig, nut sack draining cocksuckers who go hog wild on meat. You wouldn't think it of them men outside the XXX or the men's room. But when they know you're taking pop shots from any dick put into your mouth? They're tripping over their shoes to stick their cock into such a throat. Perhaps they want to experience what it feels like to be inside the mouth of a guy who they know (they have to know) has had the cocks of so many other men inside it. Men are, by nature competitive. Perhaps they want to "have what he's having" and want to leave a deposit of their own on your tonsils. After shooting their ropes of semen into my mouth after they watched me sucking off ten men before them, you would be amazed at the number of men, equally the married ones, who all want to know what I thought of that. What I thought of their cock, their throat fucking. How I liked their thick pudding deposit as it still clings to my tonsils. It's a guy thing, which might make some people laugh. But it is. Men could bust a nut inside of one cumpig's mouth all day and know its just about men enjoying a good orgasm as they use one receptacle. Hell, some don't even think it through that far. They know that mouth is taking milky seed all day so it's easy for them to know they, too, can screw and add their own to the public slush fund. Men like to score a sure thing. And when they see that a guy is servicing every cock coming at him through a gloryhole or when they see him blowing an entire back wall at some XXX, they want to join the pack feeding the slut. It's not even about the cumpig sometimes. It's sometimes just about these men knowing they're all screwing on throat and leaving a couple of ounces of their own repro batter in it. And as a cumpig, you can't mind that. If anything, you'll happily welcome such men as they stick their cocks into your mouth and drain a nut into your belly. If you're a dedicated cumpig for all cocks, you suck off your own relatives if you get the chance. It doesn't even have to mean a damn incest thing to you. You'll see them as cocks and as a set of nuts that could use a draining. You'll look at your grandfather as trade. You'll blow him like you blow all the other men his age. You see your dad's cock as another piece of trade, as well. You blow your brothers for as much cum as they can shoot. If you got kids, you'll suck them, too. They're quiet and they're secret but they're out there. The married dads who are cock hungry cumpigs. And you can be sure their sons are the most contented kids on the block. You'll suck them just because you need to. You'll suck them because they have cocks and sperm to feed you. You can get off on the incest thing, too. But it doesn't even require that. Such a dad would suck his own sons off through a gloryhole if necessary. He just wants to wrap his mouth on hot cocks and if his sons got them, they're fair game to the cumpig dad. This story is about just such a father. Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad Part 1 by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE mrghjunkie@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gloryholeanonymous I sucked off my eldest son again this evening when I got in from work. Like usual, he had me come into his bedroom upstairs after I got in and was able to take off my suit coat. Eric is now eighteen but I've blown him in that bedroom of his for seven years now. He developed early and developed big. Big fucking cock on him even when he was eleven. Heck, even when he was younger than that, I have to say he was an impressively hung boy. I don't know how I kept my mouth off of him until I saw he'd grown a few pubes. But I'm a cumpig. And so I was able to hold off until his body signaled he was able to make some sperm. I happened to see him one evening coming out of the shower and for the first time noticed he had some light hairs growing around his dick. And being the cumpig I am, I blew him right there. Next to the bath tub. I wanted that kid's cum. I didn't even care it was my own son I was blowing. They all love head so why should my son be left out? I've sucked too many cocks to ever count them. And when I held his smooth buttocks while I swallowed him whole, I could tell he was blown away by having such an experienced mouth providing him his very first headjob. I loved the moment, which didn't take long, that he shot his small, watery load of new sperm into my mouth. The semen was fresh and directly out of my own son's smooth, young nuts. But truth be told, that didn't even matter all that much. I would have sucked him if he were any other kid. Or any other cock. He could have been just one more in my lifetime of swigging down a load out of erections. He was my son, but at that moment, he was more of a quick trick than anything else. That might sound harsh coming from a father of four sons. But it was the truth. Because even before I'm the father of four sons, I am a cumpig. I drank every fucking nutload I could out of that kid, my eldest son. I'd blow him anywhere and everywhere anytime his mother, my wife, turned her back. She didn't know damn nothing about nothing. I was up in his room sucking on his cock while she thought I was helping him with his home work. I'd suck on him out in the garage when she would think he was helping me on the car. And once you're blowing one son, you can't wait for the other ones to start developing enough as to make some sperm. I started watching his younger brother, my son Danny, who is two years his junior real close once I crossed that line with Eric. I was watching for the same first tell-tale signs of sexual maturity in him. He'd be the next in line to get to shoot all his young wads into his father's mouth. I was also sucking cocks before work, at lunch, after work. Those boys didn't know what an experienced mouth they were enjoying at home. I'd come in from blowing six or a dozen cocks and get right on their young meat. They didn't realize what another piece of trade they were in their old man's day. But that was fine. They didn't need to know they were squirts thirteen and fourteen to be shot into their dad's mouth that day. Hell, my kids were enjoying the benefits of a mouth well used blowing them. What other kids can say that they were receiving XXX quality head at eleven and thirteen years of age? And being my own sons, they were always with me and I was always with them. I gave them head in our mini van after their Little League games. I gave them head up in their bed rooms. I gave them head in their room while we vacationed as a family at Disneyland. I gave them head when I took them with me to the local YMCA. I wanted other men to see the hung cocks my sons had. They didn't even need to know I was blowing the two elder boys. I sucked them whenever someone left the steam room for five minutes. I got those two thinking it was a game. They'd cover their hard-ons when someone came in and then, when someone left, they'd sit back and let me blow them some more. And yes, that seemed to get those two hooked on such play even when I wasn't around. They even told me when they would get head from someone else. But they'd say he wasn't as good a cocksucker as I was. Of course, those other men weren't. I doubt that they were the cumpig cock addicts that I was. They were just sucking my kids because they were young meat in a steam room. I was blowing them because they were cocks making cum. Its two completely different things. Any man who is the father of sons has got to discover the pleasure of sucking your own kid's hard cock down to his lightly-haired pubes. When you lick his nuts while deep throating him? There is nothing like it in the world. But the best part of it is treating them like trade. When you can look at them in those moments as just another cock needing to shoot some seed? You're in paradise. I was with my second oldest boy one day shopping. We're at the mall buying him new gym shoes when I get the urge to blow him. He was twelve, making cum for nearly a year. And when he sat back in the chair at the Foot Locker after trying on another pair of sneakers, fuck, I could see his dick in those shorts he was wearing. He wasn't doing it on purpose. Like his brother, he was just big and I knew what he had inside there. I gave him the look I always gave the boys when I wanted to blow them. It was a look of pure lust I suppose. Sometimes they would brush me off and say "Not now" but they were nearly always up for a blowjob. So Danny knew he was going to get a headjob. We finished up with the transaction and left the store. I led him into the mall restroom. I was going to blow my son in a public toilet. But he had already been blown in men's rooms before so he knew the drill. We went in, saw that no one was around. I went into a stall, sat down and he followed me in. I didn't even pull down my own trousers. I was there to blow the kid and eat his cum. And that was it. He stood in front of me as usual and I lewdly felt him up. I gripped his erection through those tantalizing shorts and ran another hand up under his tee shirt, enjoying the feel of his finely developing and smooth as a whistle pre-teen physique. He was a great piece of kid trade. I pulled the front of his shorts down and drooled my hungry mouth all over his big adolescent dick. His nuts, even at twelve, hung low like a teenager five years his senior. Big, low hanging, smooth scrotums on both of my sons. Someone came in and we stopped. Fortunately, being his father, I knew that if we got caught, we had the perfect cover for being in one stall together. But this guy wasn't Security. He was cruising for some action. He peered right into the stall within fifteen seconds of coming in. I sat back down on the toilet since I could see he was peeping in and already groping himself openly. I turned my son's body slightly as to afford the peeper a direct view of his big twelve-year-old erection as it returned to my mouth. I watched the man watching us and beating off. I slurped on my son's cock for this stranger's amusement. Let the guy go nuts seeing some man going wild on a youngster's dick in a mall men's room. He couldn't have even imagined that what he was watching was a father performing oral sex on his own son in a public john. I wanted the man to have a better look-see. I leaned forward and unlatched the lock on the stall door. It fell open allowing this very broad shouldered man in a sports jacket an unobstructed view. "Hot", he murmured as he beat off. I made sure my slobbering sucking make obscenely wet snacking noises for his benefit. My son's knees buckled slightly each time I them lapped at his big hanging nut sack with the broadest part of my saliva drooling tongue. I reached over and took this strange man's cock into my hand, tugging for him to come closer. He pushed in so he was standing right beside my son who was several inches shorter than him. I leaned forward and started to slurp all over this guy's thick, veiny, uncut cock. I looked up and could see my son's eyes watching my lips at work as they were wrapped around and sucking on the man's penis. This total stranger smiled at my son, and said, like trade-talking-to-trade, "He's good, isn't he?" My son nodded and said, "Yeah" when my mouth went back to his cock for a while. I then pulled the stranger by his dick closer so I could put my cock pig mouth over both of them together. I was soon double sucking my son with a complete stranger's cock right beside his own. But that hadn't been the first time for my son. He had had his cock in my mouth along with a couple of other men before this one. I wanted him to understand that I was there as his father, but moreso, for cocks. I figured he could see how other adult men are hung; how they cum; how much they cum; and how much his father enjoys ingesting all the white batter flooding over his son's boner. By age twelve, my son knew I was there to suck down dicks and thick pudding. He saw it up close as he and another man would ejaculate into my mouth within moments of one another. I sucked Dylan, my third son, for the first time the day I had I innocently taken him to his swim class a few weeks after he had turned eleven. I had not thought about getting to his cock yet until that day. But when he was lagging behind the rest of the boys coming out of the locker room, the coach allowed me to go in and hurry him up. He had merely been dawdling and talking to a friend of his who was dressed and left when he saw me. But my son still only had on his towel. I asked why he was taking such a long time. I didn't much mind, of course, since it allowed me in to see his young, smooth body wrapped in only a thin white towel. He apologized and as he went to hurry along, he removed the towel. Fuck, I could see he'd grown some pubes since the last time I had seen him totally naked. I looked at a his cock as I would any other. I must have leered at him and his cock because he asked, "Are you going to suck me, too?" "Too?", I asked him as I stared at his cock. His brothers had told him I sucked cock and was sucking theirs, too. I told him to keep his voice down, to get dressed and I would blow him on the way home. He dressed as quickly as the Roadrunner might in a cartoon after that. My cock was so fucking hard as I looked at that cock, long for such a young kid but obviously capable of shooting at least a bit of semen. I watched him dress and then like any other father and son, we left and headed back to our family van. He hopped into the front passenger seat and buckled up. I got in, started the engine and then reached over and took a nice, long feel of his cock through his sweat pants. I thought he nearly passed out as he groaned with this newly discovered sensation. I told him we'd take a little detour and swing by a remote area where I could pull over and blow him. He didn't say anything but he nodded his consent. Dylan remained silent as I drove six miles to a remote wooded area where I knew I could pull over for a while and we'd be uninterrupted. I turned off the van's engine and turned my body in my seat toward my son. Again, I reached over and lewdly groped him. "I bet you'd like to shoot some cum into a mouth. Wouldn't you, Dylan?", I asked him. "You're making sperm now. Aren't you son?" He didn't know what else to do but nod in agreement. But I could tell that he was ready for a real good blowjob. His big eleven-year-old dick tented the front of his blue sweat pants. "Lean back a little bit, son", I directed. And he sat back slightly, trying hard to relax. I knew I needed to get into my son's pants before he might pre-maturely ejaculate as boys his age sometimes will. I reached a hand into the waistband of his sweats as he looked at it. I wasted no time and pulled the front away from his lanky frame, exposing his beautiful erection. "You're all cock, kid", I said to him as I then bent over to suck his cock into my mouth. Oh fucking man, Dylan's cock was perfect to suck on. The shape of it was ideal. And he was damn thick for such a youngster. But what made it special was that his cock head was already wet in pre-teen precum. My third son was an oozer. For eleven years of age, his nuts were already leaking juices like he were much older. I slurped in a noisy, obscene manner purposefully to let Dylan know that his father was sucking on his cock and ingesting his adolescent seminal fluids. I lifted my head and showed him how his sticky precum made a nice thin string from his reddened piss slit to his own father's lips. "You taste good, son", I said as I gently massaged his smooth nuts with the fingers of my left hand. "Bet you can feed me a delicious load. Can't you?" Nothing more needed to be said. I leaned over again and sucked his cock all the way down to his nuts. And there it was, as would be with a feeder of that age, he spurted sperm into my mouth. No warning, no words. My son just lost it as he fed his load to someone for the first time. I reached underneath him as to cup his butt as he ejaculated. I wasn't going to let him wiggle away. I wanted to make sure he got it all out of his nuts as I held my mouth on his shaft and milked it with my tongue. I could feel his tension subside as he had this childish orgasm within my grasp. But the flavor of his semen told me he wasn't really a child. He was a big dicked feeder now. I made another son into another feeder in the world. I licked his shaft as to clean it up of all my saliva and his sperm. I flipped his waistband back up to cover his cock. Then I sat up and glanced out the windows checking to make sure no one was around. I wiped my mouth with the back of my left hand as I turned on the ignition again using my right hand. I could taste my son's powerfully fresh pre-teen semen on my breath. I looked over at him and rubbed my hand through his hair as I asked, "You like that, Dylan? You shoot a delicious load. I want your load again sometime real soon and whenever you want a blowjob. Okay?" "Okay", he said as he seemed to stare at his own crotch which was still tenting inside his sweat pants. I reached over and quickly groped him again. "You're quite the stud there. I bet you could feed your old man another load in just a little while. Couldn't you?" Dylan blushed but I could tell he had a faint smile cross his lips. "Think so?", he asked as he continued to look at his tenter. He then let his hand fall to his crotch as if he were proud and excited of that prospect. "Sure", I told him as I pulled back onto the roadway. "Studs your age are all full of cum. You can feed me your sperm a hundred times a day if you think you can." I turned and winked at him making him quickly realize a hundred times was only a joke. "Maybe fifty times though. Right?", he asked as he smiled at me. As we drove along, I had to see Dylan's kid boner again. I said, "Show me your cock again, son." And he looked out the window before pulling his waistband wide open again and then under his smooth nuts. He was fully exposing himself to me, his father. But it now seemed nothing after I had blown him and eaten his sperm. I reached my right hand over and milked his smooth, perfect shaft slowly. "You ought to show this beaut to men", I said as I stroked him. "Show people?", Dylan asked as he tried so hard and so cute to control his breathing. "Sure", I replied. "Now that you're officially a stud, you should show it to other men. They'll suck it for you, too. You know, when your old man isn't around when you need it." "Who?", he asked earnestly. "Who would you show or who would suck you?", I asked as we sped along. "Both", he said as his eyes opened and then would close as he enjoyed the slow handjob. "You can show anyone you like", I answered. "But if you stick to men, those are the ones who will suck it for you. I can promise you that." "Really?", he asked as though he couldn't believe such a thing. "Just show it and someone will suck on it for me?" "Pretty much, son", I answered. "But you might want to keep it limited for a while to showing men in the public rest rooms until you get the hang of it." "In the rest room?", Dylan asked. "Like the bathroom somewhere?" "Yeah", I said. "That's part of the fun of rest rooms. Now that you're old enough to understand, they're the place for cocks wanting a blowjob." "Cool", he said as he groaned some within my fist. "We could try it if you want", I said as I gestured out the window to the sign we were passing. "There's a rest area in three miles. You can try it there." "Try?", he said as he seemed disappointed when I withdrew my hand from his boner. "Yeah", I replied. "Try the men's room and see if you can get it sucked again." "By you?", he asked innocently. "No", I answered. "I'll blow you anytime you want it at home. See if you can get a man inside the rest room up ahead. What do you say?" My son grinned but only shrugged. His cock was hard as a rock as I told him to pull his pants up when we pulled off the road into the rest area. "What do you say?", I asked as I pulled into a parking spot about two hundred feet from the men's room. "You game?" My son looked out the passenger window and saw a few cars. Behind us were parked four semis. "Well?", I urged. "Come on. It will be fun." "But I won't know him?", Dylan asked as he was beginning to more fully grasp the concept. "No", I replied. "That matter? It's a mouth that will suck you and let you squirt your sperm into. Isn't that really all that matters?" "Cool", he muttered as he put his hand on the door handle of the van. "Let's go then", I said as I grinned big and opened my driver's side door. "I'll be nearby. No need to be nervous." "You'll be around?", he asked, sounding like that was reassuring to him. "I'll be right nearby if someone wants to play with you", I said in a hushed tone as I leaned into the van. "Come on. Let's go in." Dylan opened his door and tried hard to hide his boner as he got out of the van. I chuckled to myself seeing him hiding his tenter. But I also laughed because I knew that half of the men there at the rest stop at that dinner hour would have probably been thrilled to suck off my son if they saw it. We casually walked right up to the men's room. Its doors were hidden from view and there was another exit on the other end leading to vending machines making it ideal for such cruising. No one could tell where it was someone went to even if he decided to spend an hour in the men's room. I was elated to see two men standing next to one another at the row of six urinals. You know they're playing together when you see two men side by side leaving four urinals free. I led my son up to the urinals and we both opened our pants. Dylan pulled down the front of his sweats and although the two men were obviously not wanting to be too obvious and thought a dad and son had only come in for a fast piss, I could see the one closest to my son shot him a sidelong glance to his big kid dick. After two minutes of the four of us standing at the urinals, it was obvious that no one was peeing. We all stood there another two minutes when I could see the two men began to very slowly stroke their respective cocks. They were cruising. And they were willing to cruise a dad and his eleven year old son. Dylan shot me a glance and I showed him that I was milking myself at my urinal and that he should do the same. I gestured for him to step back a step so the men could see his cock better. And he did. He was horny and having fun. But that's what being eleven or a tearoom cruiser is all about. Both of the men openly showed their cocks when they saw my son and me showing them ours. I caught eyes with each man as though they couldn't believe their luck in scoring a dad and his young son at the urinals. It was that look of "You wonderful perv dad" and "Are you sure it's okay". And just as I would have suspected, the one standing right along side my son, reached his right hand over and took a good feel of Dylan's big boner. My son glanced over at me as if he was amazed and excited that a strange man actually was feeling his dick, just as I told him they would. Turning to look at the doorway for a second, the man holding my son's shaft then pivoted and leaned down to take a good deep suck of my son's young cock. I was stroking as I watched that. I could see the other man furthest away was also watching and wanting some, too. Stroking his cock, he came around the other side of the man sucking on Dylan and reached in to stroke my son's nuts and then upward to hold the base of his shaft at his lightly-haired pubes. That same man then reached his free hand over to me and milked my shaft at the time same time. "Is he your son?", the man whispered. I nodded as I gave him a small smile. "Really?", he asked. "He's your biological son?" I nodded again and seeing that the man, muttered, "Shit. Hot." Then he leaned forward and began sucking my cock as he continued to fondle my son's smooth nuts. When we heard footsteps approaching, I moved down one urinal, allowing the man sucking me to get closer to Dylan. Now my son had both men standing on either side of him as a new person came in and used a stall to take a piss. We stood at the urinals slowly stroking until the man flushed and went outside again. It was then that the man between Dylan and I took his opportunity to take himself a taste of some eleven year old tearoom dick. He had my son turn his body toward him and then he crouched down and deep throated my kid. I chuckled as I saw the look on Dylan's face. He was somewhere else. His eyes were closed and was tripping on the pleasure of being a piece of trade. The man on his other side reached around him and jacked the base of Dylan's cock into the other man's sucking mouth. He even pulled up Dylan's shirt so we could see his smooth, developing physique. The man crouching also reached his hand up to feel along my son's tight tummy and chest as he sucked. Then, again, never taking too long when they're that age, my son bust his nut. The man standing behind him slowed his jacking on Dylan's cock as he could feel it pulse in orgasm. We all watched as my son unloaded a nice fresh load of kid feeder cum into his cocksucker's mouth. That man pulled his mouth off and quickly the other man leaned around to taste some of the sperm still leaking from my son's cock. Obviously, the man wanted to eat a bit of cum made by such young, good-looking nuts. too. Then the man crouching turned his head and put my cock into his mouth next. I knew what he wanted. He wanted the daddy's cum now. I could figure he was in all his glory as he was actually scoring himself real father and son cumloads back to back. He sucked damn well. As a cocksucker, you instantly can tell which men know how to do it and which mouths are crap. But this one knew his business. My son watched closely as this strange man who had just sucked him was now nursing on his dad's thick cock, too. I then was ready to feed the man what he was wanting, the daddy's spermload. I placed my hand on the top of his head and turned it so Dylan and the other man had a good view as I squirted thick blasts of my cum into the guy's mouth. And the cocksucker knew what we were doing. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as to show off my cockhead delivering the liquidy pudding directly into him. He then slurped it down just before two other men entered the rest room. It was fucking just in the nick of time, too. He bounced to his feet and these two men came in looking for a urinal to use. I tucked my cock into my pants again and went to the sinks to wash my hands. Dylan followed my lead. There wasn't even any time to acknowledge the two men we'd let play with our dicks and eat our semen. But that's often the way of tearoom sex and something Dylan learned quickly. You might blow a wad of cum into a throat but you're not in there to make friends with the guy necessarily. It's a convenience. And like in this rest area, it's a convenience along the road. You fuck a wad into a cocksucker or you drink some daddymilk out of a nice set of nuts but then you're on your way again. It's not a date. Dylan and I went back out to the van and drove away. I asked him if he enjoyed himself. He grinned and nodded but remained quiet. I asked him how those men's mouths felt and he said, "Great." I told him that the one who drank down out cum seemed very experienced in my estimation. "He's probably been sucking a lot of cocks for a long time." Then my son surprised me by saying, "I bet he was sucking that other man before we got there. Don't you think?" "I bet he was", I said with a slight laugh. My son was catching on. But as we drove, Dylan's seemed to be contemplating something. He looked serious and I asked him what was wrong. "It's just", he said as he stared out the windshield window. "How can I get a blowjob there again? I can't drive or anything." I reached over and gave my son's crotch a nice, big, open grope. "Anytime you feel like feeding more men back there, you tell me. I'll drive you over here any time you feel like playing." "Cool", my son said. "Really?' "Damn right", I answered. "And just like you brothers, any time you want some head, you come to me and I'll take care of you. Day or night. Even if you wake up at three in the morning with a hardon, you come and wake me up. Hear me?" "Wow. Okay", he replied. "Even if mom is asleep?" "Well, we'll let her sleep", I said. "It's something only between you and me. Just as it's been with your older brothers. I'll know what you want in you come around to my side of the bed and wake me up. Don't worry about that." Now I was blowing my three older sons. Dylan was eleven. Danny was 13 and Eric was a big boy at fifteen. Eric, at age fifteen, was hung like most of the adult men I was servicing through gloryholes. His cock was beautiful. His nuts were big. And his body had developed quickly and in a muscular way. He had pecs on him that were a fucking wet dream. I loved feeling him up when I would suck him when I got home from work and he needed a quick release. One day I even decided to start blowing my sons in public restrooms. I could tell when they were feeling frisky. And when boys that age start to act up in public, blowing them is a sure fire way for a dad to get them to settle down. I could spot the way their shorts would fit differently when we'd be walking in the mall and they'd see some cute girls somewhere. Eric was jumping like he was shooting hoops and Dylan was acting weird. Danny, I could see was actually trying to hide a woody while he and his brothers started to get frisky. And as their hormones would start to race, their behaviors became worse. Not horrible, but just like normal, healthy young adolescents who needed to burn off a bit of sexual energy. I decided one afternoon when we were in the mall to buy their mother a birthday present, to direct them straight into the men's room in one of the large department stores. I think they figured I was only corralling them in there as to give them a fatherly talk about acting up in public places. They jumped around the sinks while I went to a urinal and pulled out my cock. Fortunately, the place was empty other than me and my sons. I stroked myself some as I watched Eric's cock flop around inside his basketball shorts as he continued to shoot air hoops. Finally, when Danny almost banged his ribs into the wall mounted hand dryer, I told them to quit and take a piss before we continued shopping. Of course, what I knew I was going to do, had to do as their dad, was to milk each of them of a load. I had to get them to settle down. As my three sons went up to the row of five urinals and stood facing them as to pee, I double-checked the stalls to be sure no one was in them. Then I went back to the stalls and stood directly behind my eldest, Eric. I gave him a reach around as his teen cock hung from his shorts. I slowly began to milk his dick as his brothers watched. And it worked. Eric quit talking for a moment as I pulled on his instantly erect cock. I then pushed his hip so he'd turn some affording me space to lean in and suck my son's cock at the urinals. I felt Eric's hand on top of my head as he began to use my mouth as he'd become accustomed to doing for so many years. I think though it surprised him, and his younger brothers, that I was going to blow them right there in a public restroom. It actually made sense. We did many things as a family and as their cocksucker, I couldn't make the boys have to wait to get home to shoot a wad of their teen seed into their dad's hot mouth. It didn't take long for Eric's cock to thicken up. As his dad, I knew that's what his shaft did just before blowing its creamy teen seed. He did then what he always did and rammed his shaft all the way down to the back of my throat as he let his nuts do their busy inside me. I gulped as he ejaculated. Then I quickly stood up. And just in the nick of time. Because we heard the outer set of doors to the men's room open. I dashed to the sinks as I left Eric to stuff his wet erection back into his basketball shorts. A man in a suit came in and took the urinal which Eric stepped away from before coming to stand at the sink beside me. I washed my hands but made certain that my sons saw me checking out the cock of the man who was pissing. Although his dick was clearly visible, to me and my sons, this man wasn't playing. He pissed and then left. And I went back to the urinals where I began blowing Danny. Maybe the boys were over-wrought or being so young in such an environment, as I was sucking on Danny's cock, I left Dylan's cock push into my shoulder. I turned my head and just in time. The eleven-year-old couldn't hold out and his dick squirted semen right into my face. It hit my chin but then I wrapped my lips around his cock before a second volley of cum came out of him. His whole body shook as he had his orgasm inside my mouth. I loved to drive my sons crazy with blowjob thrill. To get them hooked on head is a dad's greatest gift to his sons. Even though he shot as much as any fourteen-year-old might, I knew he was done but sucked his cock down to his smooth nuts which I lapped before letting him go. I looked up and smiled at my son as the look in his face was priceless. He was blown and blown away. Just the way I like to leave my kids. With his semen still on my chin and inside my mouth, I turned my head back to Danny's hardon and it didn't take more than a few seconds before he was ejaculating a load inside his old man's mouth, too. I gripped his perfect thirteen-year-old's ass as he unloaded. I could tell he was going to grow up to be an athletically built feeder. He already was. But he was destined to be a jock feeder. I had sucked enough men like him to know. I then rose to my feet and used an index finger to wipe off little Dylan's semen from my chin. As my sons got themselves together, I ate Dylan's seed and joined them at the sinks. Looking in the mirror, I could it had worked. These boys needed a good nut draining. They were silent and must more toned down as each took his turn at the hand dryer. I opened the door and we headed back into the mall where we continued shopping. In fact we got the errand done since the boys were much more focused and behaved. We even passed a bench where three pretty college-aged girls were sitting, and they barely paid much notice of them. As their dad, I knew what it took to keep boys in line. And I now fully realized how it important it was what I was doing for them. Being able to fuck and blow seed into their own dad was keeping them from getting out of control, and maybe even knocking one of these pretty girls who could get them so worked up if they didn't have a dad there to help put out the fire in their young nuts. To be continued... mrghjunkie@yahoo.com