Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:49:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy and the Expectant Dads

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"Timmy and the Expectant Dads" PART ONE by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


Timmy got in from school one afternoon to find that his daddy was home
early. He and Timmy's mother were in the kitchen as she enthusiastically
talked to someone on the telephone. The second grader beamed as he listened
to his mommy tell the person on the other end that she was expecting of
brand-new baby.

"I'm seven weeks, Ma", she said to Timmy's grandmother who lived halfway
across the country. "We're thrilled...of course I'm thrilled. I know, I
know...but now that its happening, it will be wonderful for Timmy to have a
little playmate!"

Timmy's mommy winked at him as she spoke and pointed to the box of granola
bars on the counter. Timmy took one as his afternoon snack and then hopped
onto a chair to listen some more.

"Yes, another boy", his mother continued. "Well, you know we wanted two and
that's what we planned...not sure about a name yet...I know, I know...I
love dad, too, but we're not naming this one Mortimer Alfred either,
mom. Please, let's not revisit this same discussion."

As his mother continued her conversation on the phone, Timmy's dad, still
wearing his gray business suit and a yellow power tie flagged his son to
follow him into his den.

As he closed the door, he smiled and gave his little son a huge hug. "Well,
what do you think, little champ? A baby brother for you."

Timmy grinned and bounced around as he considered having a little brother
to boss and horse around with one day. "So, cool, daddy! I'll have a baby
brother and we can play and I'll even let him use my secret fort whenever
he wants to and..."

Timmy's father chuckled and shook his head with that notion as he sat on
the leather chair at his desk. "Well, it might be a while before he could
play in your fort, Timmy."

"Well, you know what I mean, daddy", Timmy beamed some more. "It'll be so
much fun! Should we buy him some toys today?"

"I think we have some time, son", Timmy's daddy said with a smile as he
patted his lap, inviting his second-grader to hop on. As the boy did, he
could feel the thick bulge of his daddy's penis right through the gabardine
of the business suit push at his little bottom.

Timmy father said, "He won't be due until late in the summer. We have
plenty of time before then."

"Will he look like me do you think?" Timmy said as he wrapped an arm around
his daddy's neck.

"He should", his father replied. "He'll be made of the same stuff you are."

"Same stuff?", Timmy asked. Then he whispered with a little smile, "You
mean the special stuff that's in the white stuff that comes out of
daddies?"

Timmy's father gave his son's thigh a gentle squeeze. "Exactly, champ. All
that white stuff is loaded with the genetic material that makes little boys
and girls. And when it comes out of the same man's penis, the same white
stuff from one man, those boys and girls all share the same genes."

"So he's made of your white stuff like I am, right, daddy?", Timmy said
looking down between their legs.

"That's right, son", that milky stuff...the milky stuff I sometimes shoot
into your mouth... is the same milky stuff I shot into your mother almost
nine years ago now."

"And that made ME, right?", Timmy said with a wide grin.

"Yup", his father said with a wink. "The hot milk I shoot into you
sometimes...that's the same stuff that you're made out of...and so too is
your little baby brother to be."

"Cool!" Timmy said at first with great enthusiasm ...but then thought some
more. "But little boys can't get pregnant if they get it in them, right?"
Timmy said knowing but wanting to be re-assured.

His father ran his fingers through his son's blonde hair and grinned as he
said, "Nope, no way. Little guys like you can have men shoot as much stuff
into them as men make and never, ever get pregnant."

"I figured that", Timmy said with a sigh of relief. "I mean with all
the...you know, daddy."

Reaching a big, hairy hand under Timmy's Six Flag over-sized t-shirt,
father patted his boy's smooth tummy and said, "I know, son...you've had a
lot of the stuff shot in here, haven't you?"

"Loads and loads of stuff, daddy", the second-grader said with a shy,
embarrassed grin.

"And it's the special baby stuff out of all sorts of men, huh, son?", his
daddy whispered lecherously as his son nodded. "I bet you've had more stuff
shot in you than one hundred mommies combined...maybe two hundred", his
father said encouragingly.

"Think so?" Timmy replied with pride. "Wow!"

"Sure thing, champ", his father added. "You're a big help to all those men
who have given you some of their stuff with their sperm genes all swimming
in it."

"Think so, daddy?" Timmy replied. "I help them?"

"You sure do, champ", his father said. "They all know how a very special
little guy like you helps them out. After all, most women don't even let
them shoot their stuff into them the way you do. And that makes you a very,
very special little boy to all those men who need to shoot their stuff into
a mouth or cute little butt like yours." As he spoke, the man's erection
grew more prominent, its hardness pushing forcefully into his son's
backside where they sat.

"But don't the mommies, I mean their wives, let them ever shoot their stuff
into them, too?", Timmy asked.

"Well, sure they do", his father replied. "Look at how your mommy and I are
making a baby brother for you. Nobody could be born if mommies didn't let
daddies shoot their sperm into them. But they don't always let their
husband do that. Some mommies don't want to get pregnant and some hate to
ever have the daddy shoot semen into their mouth even!"

"Wow!", Timmy said with furled brow. "Never? Some mommies don't like semen
in their mouths? Why, daddy?"

"Most men don't know why, son" his father tried to explain. "Maybe because
they think it's salty or too warm or too viscous..."

"Vis cuss?", Timmy asked.

"Viscous", his father replied. "It means thick. Some mommies think the
semen is too thick and too much like pudding. And some can't drink all the
semen shot into their mouths...they get scared they'll cough or choke. And
since mommies and girls can get pregnant, maybe they know all too well what
the sperm is meant for and get grossed out trying to drink it."

"Cuz its for making babies mostly, right?", Timmy stated.

"Right", his father said. "At least that's mostly how wives and girls think
of it. But we guys know it's for fun, too. Don't we?"

"I like it you know, daddy", Timmy said as he let his little hand slip to
his father's tented crotch. As they boy squeezed hard, he added, "I like to
drink the stuff that comes out."

"I know you, do, champ", the man said. "And that's why you're so helpful to
so many men. Men like to shoot in someone even just for fun...not always to
make babies. So when their wives don't let them, they need help from
someone else sometimes...some one very special like you!"

"And I help, right?!", Timmy said almost boastfully. Then he thought a
moment and added, "Gosh, a lot of men need help, daddy."

"Why do you say that", his father replied with a chuckle, enjoying his
son's grasping of his thick shaft through the material of his suit slacks.

"Well", Timmy said thoughtfully, "there are a lot of men who come by the
fort and in the woods and when we go places and they always let me suck
them and always shoot their stuff in me...so a lot of mommies and
girlfriends must not be helping them like I do, right?"

"Right!" his father said with a lecherous grin. "And don't forget, there
are a lot of men who don't even have girlfriends. They have to shoot their
sperm into someone, too, sometimes."

Just then, Timmy's mother called for them to come into the kitchen.

"You go ahead and tell your mommy I'll be just a second", his father said
as he helped Timmy jump down off his lap. "I have to let what you did to me
here disappear first.", he said with a smile as he indicated his huge
tented erection.

Timmy gave his father one last grope, his little hand barely able to grip
around the tent pole between his daddy's legs. But his daddy then laughed,
"Scoot...go see what your mother wants...I'll be there in a minute."

In the kitchen, his mother was still on the phone. "Here, Ma, I'll let you
talk to Timmy", she said as she handed her eight-year old son the
receiver. "Say hello to your Grandma."

As the boy happily talked to first his grandmother and then his
grandfather, he saw his father at last enter the room. He gave a quick
glance at his father's crotch and giggled. His grandfather asked what was
so funny and the boy replied. "Nuthin' grandpa...just...nothing." What he
was laughing about was that his father showed none of the prominent tent
he'd had earlier. And that secret made him giggle. His father caught his
son's look and laughed himself making Timmy's mother also ask what was so
funny.

"Oh, we're just all excited about this", he lied as he patted his wife's
abdomen.

"Here, mommy" Timmy said holding out the receiver, "Grandpa wants to say
goodbye to you."

His mother took the phone again and hugged Timmy close to her. "Yeah,
dad...you too...maybe plan to come out later in the summer. I'm due August
21st..."

Timmy's father got her attention and whispered, "Invite them out earlier
like we discussed."

"Oh dad", Timmy's mother said to her father. "Listen, we were talking and
would love it if you and mom want to come out earlier...a few weeks before
I'm due...yeah, like when I had Timmy. Great, great...there's the guest
suite downstairs and I know we'd feel better in case he's out of town on
business...great...we'll talk more later...there's time...love you...bye to
mom again...".

Timmy's mother hung up the phone and smiled big. "He said they'd love to
come out before I'm due and will plan to stay through Labor Day. Since
daddy took earlier retirement, they have the time."

"Great", Timmy's father said. "Especially if the company doesn't cancel
that conference for the middle of August I might have to go to. I'll feel
better knowing they're here to help out."

Timmy hugged his mommy and pressed his ear to her belly. "I can't hear
anybody in there", he said seriously.

"Oh, not for a while more", his mother replied. "Although I feel him every
time I eat...I have been so nauseous."

"And he's made like I am, right. Mommy?", Timmy asked.

"How do you mean, Tim?", she said.

"Like of the same stuff I am?", he replied.

"Well", the woman said. "If you mean the same way...yes. Your daddy and I
wanted to make a baby - a little brother for you."

"But I mean", Timmy asked. "Like daddy told me...he's made from the same
stuff I am, right?"

Being a doctor, his mother didn't flinch in her reply. "If you mean how
he's made. Yes, the exact same way. The way all babies are made. The mommy
egg or ovum and the daddy seed, or sperm come together to make a baby. And
when the mommy and the daddy make a baby together, they each bring their
different genes to it making a new person. And whenever the same mommy and
the same daddy make more babies, they bring those same genes together
again. That's what makes brothers and sisters. They are all made from the
same mommy ovum and the same daddy sperm. They're always a little different
though because the ovum and seed that made you, for instance, isn't the
exact same ovum and sperm that made the little fetus in me now. But he's
made from the same mommy and daddy and that's as close to the same as you
can get."

Timmy thought some and said boldly. "So if he's seven weeks ...that means
that you and daddy had sex ...and that daddy shot sperm in you seven weeks
ago?"

His mother blushed at that one. "Well, yes.", she said. "Mommies and
daddies will have sex when they want to make a baby. And the moment the
sperm from the daddy's penis meets the ovum in the mommy is the time they
conceive. So, yes, it was seven weeks ago."

"And that's why mommies let daddies shoot their sperm into them...to make
babies?", Timmy asked as his father now blushed.

"Well" his mother said. "That's what a daddy's sperm is for. That's why a
man's body makes sperm - to make babies inside of a mommy."

"But what if daddies want to shoot their sperm more than that?", the little
boy asked. "You know, more than the number of babies that the mommies
want?"

His mother, taken by surprise by the line of questioning, clapped her hands
ending their talk as she said. "And I think the rest of this is something
your dad and you can talk about some more later this evening while I'm at
work. Gosh, look at the time.  I have to get to the hospital in thirty
minutes!"

Instead, that same evening, moments after she went out to work, Timmy's
daddy showed him how men like to make sperm even when mommies weren't
around.

With the passing weeks, Timmy watched his mother's belly swell bigger and
bigger with his soon-to-be baby brother. He'd put his ear to her navel and
listen to the swooshing sounds. One evening, he could feel the baby kick
her which was quite exciting.

Several weeks into the pregnancy, Timmy's mom and dad began to attend
Lamaze classes at the local Community Center. It was a large building that
had many classrooms and one very large space used for local gatherings such
as Cub Scout Troop 69 meetings, as well as for kids' after school
gymnastics, "Mommy & Me" work-outs and these regularly scheduled once a
week Thursday night Lamaze classes sponsored by the local hospital.

Although the building was bustling with activity throughout the day, other
than an occasional AA meeting, it was very quiet in the evenings. The
nearly empty facility was perfect for the Lamaze class held at 7:30pm on
Thursdays.

Most of the twenty or so expectant moms had their husbands by their side as
their chosen Lamaze coach, although the one openly lesbian member had her
butch girlfriend in that role instead.

Since no one was available to babysit on Thursday nights, his parents had
Timmy come along with them to the Lamaze classes. He often played in the
hallway or listened intently as the teacher led the couples through various
breathing exercises. In fact, back at their house, he'd even begun to mimic
some of the techniques when preparing to blow men who'd poke their dicks
through his backyard fort gloryholes. He found the breathing tricks to be
great for deep throating men better.

The two-hour Lamaze class was divided into two parts. The first hour was a
class in breathing and abdominal exercise. That involved all participants,
the husbands helping their wives.

The second hour though was a discussion between the women and a new
mother's body image counselor. The husbands were invited to stay in the
room or could go a smaller meeting room down the hall if they preferred. As
the topic was all about weight gain, the return of one's menstrual cycle,
hormonal changes, diminished sex drive, fatigue, stretch marks and every
mom's challenge to ever again regain her tiny waist after delivery, all the
men seemed to drift into the other room for that second hour.

That's the hour Timmy came to like best.

As the exhausted mothers-to-be would gather in a seated circle to begin the
women's discussion part of the evening, their husbands, all fathers-to-be,
would drift down the wide, main hallway of the community center to a room
that had several comfortable couches, a television and coffee. The only
partners to remain were the lesbian and one of the husbands who was having
sympathy labor pains each morning.

The first evening, after the Lamaze portion of the class, Timmy and his
daddy, like the eighteen or so other expectant daddies, went to the room
down the hall, poured coffee and chatted just a bit amongst themselves as
CNN played in the background on the large t.v..

But the following week, as they left their wives to their discussion, one
of the men happened to hear the counselor begin to say, "Sex...one of the
things ladies you may find yourselves too exhausted to even consider for
weeks after the baby comes..."

That man came into the room down the hall, chuckling a bit as he said to
the other men, "Well, tonight she's giving our wives the okay to cut us off
for a while..."

"What do you mean?", another of the soon-to-be dads asked with a smile.

"None of this", the man said as he made a lewd fucking motion with his
pelvis. Timmy watched wide-eyed noticing the man's thick bulge through his
Dockers.

"When's that suppose to happen?", a very young expectant dad asked.

"Once baby comes...we can't", the man joked.

"Once it comes?", another husband said sarcastically. "Hell, she won't let
me stick it in her now...I think she thinks my dick pushing in her will
scare the baby in the womb or some such thing."

"Bash the baby's head while thrusting, huh? Yeah, my Sally says the
same. Afraid my cock will knock its teeth out or something", another man
said as the men laughed. "I mean, I might be big down there", he
added. "But I don't know if it's big enough to bruise the little guy in
there." Again the men laughed.

"Hell," an older dad said. "This is our fifth kid and every fucking time,
she's just ain't into anything sexually for months."

"'Know what you mean", another man said quietly. "This is our second and,
well, let's just say, thank God for the Spice Channel, you know?"

The men all agreed and the older dad added with a laugh, "And 'Big Jugs'
Magazine don't forget...huge titted little girls in that magazine."

"And the 'net...don't forget the Internet, right guys?", the very young
first-time dad said.

"Damn, yeah", a tall, well built man said as he sipped his coffee. "You
guys every go to Blowgirls.com?"

The men said they'd not heard of it but were obviously interested in
hearing more.

The man continued, "Go to Blowgirls.com...best wanking site I know. Chicks
blowing dicks through gloryholes...bam...bam...bam...taking loads like
whores. Does the job quick, if you know what I mean."

"Our computer's in the kitchen", the older dad said sadly. "I got to do it
the old fashioned way...porn rag in the bathroom. She thinks I'm shaving
every night or some stupid thing. Whenever she's pregnant, I'm relegated to
doing what our thirteen-year old, Mark does...beating off like a madman in
the bathroom. He exits, I go in or vice versus. Getting like a routine at
our house." Again, a nervous chuckle went around the room.

Timmy sat on a couch listening intently as he looked at the various men's
crotches, noting that a few seemed to start showing a tent in their slacks.

"Another good site...", a guy in a motorcycle jacket and goatee suddenly
added, "Called cumcunts.com. It's just dudes screwing the same cunt. Never
see the chick's face. Just her cunt as dudes screw it full of cum. Pretty
cool. Does the trick, too, if you're looking for that."

"Thanks", one of the men said. "And I been to a site called
1000loads.com. Porno queen did 1000 men once in Vegas...pics of it all on
that site."

"Something the wife won't do, huh?", another of the expectant dads joked.

"Uh, no", the man laughed. "Not Debbie. She's the Madonna, remember?"

As the men spoke, Timmy's father ducked out of the room for a few minutes
leaving his little son to listen to all the pent up sexual chat among these
soon-to-be dads.

"Sally won't let me come within three feet of her since she's gotten
pregnant", the man continued. "Thinks it's shameful to defile the vessel
carrying our child."

"Pretty weird", the very young husband said. "Mine just doesn't want to see
cock...says that since she's in this second trimester, it's a turn off
whenever she sees my dick pointing at her."

"Then don't point it at her", the older dad said. "You boys will learn that
by the second baby. Just shoot your gun somewhere else."

"I do", the very young husband admitted. "I gotta you know? Just cuz she's
not into it, I still, like need to ..."

"Pump off some stress, eh?", the older dad said. "We all know what you
mean. We've all been there. Heck, we're all there I bet. These women want
our sperm for the deed then never want another one shot in their direction
for months."

"My wife's been pretty good about it", a bald husband said from where he
stood near the t.v. set. He'd been watching CNN but apparently was
listening to every word in the room. "Becky sucks and let's me finger her."

"She swallow though?", the goateed man in the cycle jacket asked. "Bet she
doesn't."

"No", the bald man admitted. "You're right there. Says the semen is too
bleachy tasting since she's been pregnant with the twins. I got to shoot in
my hand when she's in the mood to suck me."

Timmy sat there wondering how all these men were able to operate throughout
the day with the wives so disinterested in their cocks and sperm.

"Ever go to knockeduptwat.com?", one of the men asked the room.

"Knockeduptwat?", another man jested. "What the fuck's that?"

"Site where men get their pregnant wives doing a group? Pretty raunchy
stuff.", the man stated. "These wives are like eight-months pregnant doing
ten guys in a motel room."

"You wonder where they find those couples?", another of the men said with a
grin. "Little ladies that far along getting screwed by, what? Strangers?"

"Yeah, pretty much", the man said. "And taking big dick up..."

"Up their twat, right?", the older dad finished with a chuckle. "Oh, man,
if my wife heard me reducing her to a twat she'd have a stroke."

The men laughed.

"You see why they got those sites, though.", a man in a NY Yankees t-shirt
said. "They find one prostitute who's pregnant and get her to do a crew of
strangers in a room because they know most women wouldn't do that for a
million bucks...but we guys want to see it."

Timmy listened and watched the room of men very carefully, noticing the
bulges of a few grow, and even one or two of the men briefly, discreetly,
groped themselves as they talked.

Just then, Timmy's dad re-entered the room and said, "I think they're
finishing up in the other room". He said it as both information and as a
head's up.

The men drifted into the wide main hallway and waited just a minute before
the doors to the large space opened and their wives came pouring out to
meet them.

As it was getting late, most of the couple made a quick dash out the front
doors to get home.

That entire week, Timmy was thinking about all those husbands, dad-to-be,
and what they were saying about their wives not helping them.

The following Thursday, the minute that his father came home from work and
while his mother was downstairs making a quick light supper for them all
before going out to Lamaze class, Timmy told him that he wanted to help the
daddies if he could.

"You do?", his father said as the boy sat on the edge of the bed in the
master bedroom watching his daddy change out of his business suit. "You
sure? There are about twenty of them after all."

Timmy nodded enthusiastically as his father stripped down to his white
t-shirt and boxers.

"How do you want to help them?", his father asked in a low voice as he
approached the side of the bed where Timmy sat. He knew what the boy was
offering.

"You know...", Timmy said with a shy smile. He watched as his father stood
right in front of him, his large penis straining at the fly of his cotton
boxers.

"Can you show me?", his father said almost in a whisper. "Show daddy how
you can help all those men."

Timmy reached out and squeezed his daddy's very long cock through the
fabric. It felt quite hot and meaty in his little hand.

His father stood there with his hands akimbo watching his young son's every
motion. The boy reached his small hand into his daddy's fly and with some
effort, pulled the man's big erection out.

"That's a good boy", his father whispered. "Helping daddy, huh?"

Timmy nodded slowly as he used both his little hands to gently milk his
father's thick erection. It felt so hard and throbbed quite a few times as
he did so.

"Daddy's had a long day at work", the man said as he swiveled his hips
slightly, enjoying the help he was receiving from his second grader
son. "This what you want to do for all those daddies at the class tonight?
You want to help each of them like this? Like a good boy?"

Timmy nodded.

"And can they put theirs in your mouth, too?", his father asked already
knowing the answer. "I bet they can, right? They can each put their thingy
in my little boy's mouth, I bet. Right? And I even bet they can each shoot
their daddy stuff in there, too. Am I right?"

Timmy leaned forward and lapped and licked the wide mushroom head of his
father's erection. He then looked up at his daddy's face and said, "I want
to help them like this..." And without another word, Timmy opened his small
mouth as wide as he could and began to give his father the kind of blowjob
only a street whore ought to know how to give.

Timmy's dad looked down to watch; amazed at how good his son was at sucking
adult cock. Although he knew he oughtn't be surprised, having witnessed his
kid sucking more dick than most people ever see in a lifetime, it still
amazed him each time he was on the receiving end of one of his son's
professional blowjobs.

As his son gently held his hairy nuts while continuing to suck his shaft as
deeply into his small throat as he could, the man lost it. He always came
fast when his little son sucked him. His knees buckled and he tried to
contain a moan as he ejaculated violently into his own son's tight
throat. He gripped Timmy gently by the crown of his blonde head as he
pumped the same daddy seed into him that had made him.

Timmy didn't miss a beat or a sperm as he swallowed all his daddy had to
shoot into him. He knew his daddy needed to cum real bad especially since
his mommy was pregnant. His daddy had to shoot his milky stuff into
someone, after all.

Drained, Timmy's father slowly pulled his large wet shaft out of his son's
throat and tucked it away into his boxers again. Slightly winded, he shook
his head in amazed pleasure as he said, "You are daddy's good little
boy. Those other daddies all deserve to be treated to a son like I have."

Timmy smiled as he finished swallowing all of his daddy's warm and
very...viscous semen.

"You want to help those other daddies you said?", Timmy's father asked as
he changed into a pair of Gap chinos and a polo-style golf shirt.

"Please, daddy?", Timmy begged. "I know I could help them. They seemed to
need it last week. I could tell."

"You could, eh?", his father teased. "Why? Because they were all talking
about dirty things?"

"Uh-ha", Timmy agreed. "And some even had boners...I could tell."

"Oh, you could, could you?", his father replied knowing full well that his
son was now trained to spot a man's chubby from 100 feet away.

"Like the man in the motorcycle jacket", Timmy added. "He had this huge
bulge in his jeans when he was talking. And the old daddy with all the
kids. His was tenting in his pants, daddy!"

"Oh, was it?", his father said with a grin. "You could see that?"

Timmy nodded.

"And so you think they could use your help, all of them?", his father asked
as he slipped on his brown loafers.

"Huh-ha", Timmy said confidently. "But I don't know how...I mean, I know
mommy and the other mommies can't know, right, daddy?"

"That's right, son", his father replied. "Never, ever let the mommies know
how you can help their husbands."

"I know, daddy", Timmy said. "So I can't do anything there then." Timmy
seemed confused and disappointed.

"Well,", his father said. "No, not right there. In the rooms you mean?"

Timmy nodded.

"I agree", his father replied. "Not in the rooms where we all meet. But I
had another idea."

Timmy's eyes beamed with joy.

"I figured you'd want to suck all those daddies", his father said. "So I
had an idea last week and maybe it'll work this evening...you want to try?"

Timmy grinned, his missing front tooth so cute. "Oh yes, daddy! Please?!"

"Okay, let's get downstairs and eat.", his father said. "Before your mother
starts yelling. We can have our fun after the breathing class when the
daddies go to that other room, okay?"

end