Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:31:42 -0800 (PST) From: Gloryhole Junkie Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy's Morning Commute "TIMMY'S MORNING COMMUTE" by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE Please be advised that the "TIMMY" collection of stories is intended for an adult male audience. The stories are erotic fiction and should not be confused with or suggest the condonation of any such actual acts or events between boys and men. Having just turned eight years old, Timmy's mom rarely let him wander off alone very often when in public. With the exception of allowing her son to go to the men's room alone or allowing him to play at the game arcade at the mall while she shopped, he wasn't permitted to do a whole lot of things if unaccompanied by an adult. One morning though when Timmy's school was closed due to a snowstorm, his mom realized they had to figure out how to occupy their third-grade son while she kept her morning rounds at the hospital. Timmy's daddy, as he slipped on his tie readying himself for the office, had a spontaneous idea and offered to take him to work with him. Timmy was so excited to know he'd be spending the day in the city with his daddy like a big boy. He had never been to his daddy's investment offices downtown before so he was all excited as his mom raced around pulling out something appropriate for him to wear. Then while his mom finished dressing herself, Timmy's daddy came into his room as his son was pulling off the little pj bottoms he'd worn to bed. He saw that his wife had pulled out a pair of beige trousers, a white shirt and brown penny loafers for Timmy to wear. He also noticed she had laid out a pair of white jockey briefs for him. Before Timmy had even noticed, his daddy went to his bureau drawers and switched the jockeys for a little pair of colorful underpants with Scooby Doo on them. He tossed them on top of the clothes and left his son to dress. They ate a banana and cereal as his mother checked her messages and kissed them goodbye. Then his dad asked his little guy if he was all excited to be going downtown. "Oh yeah! I can see where you work and get to look out your office windows and everything.", Timmy said. "What floor are you on again, daddy?" "The seventy-third floor", his father replied knowing it would impress his son. "Wow!", that's like real, real high, isn't it, daddy?", Timmy said as he ate another spoonful of Cheerios. "And its in one of the tallest buildings in the whole world", his father added, wanting to make sure his son's enthusiasm would last the commute downtown. Usually, Timmy's father tried to commute downtown by car since it gave him access to hitting a suck woods on the way to or from work when the urge hit him. But due to the snow, he decided it would be better to take the commuter train into the city instead. They left just a bit after seven a.m. and drove the short distance to their charming town's commuter station. Fortunately the snow plows had been through and they were able to quickly park only a block from the depot. They braved the cold and walked to the depot where Timmy's dad bought him a junior round trip ticket. Since he frequently used the train, Timmy's dad already had a monthly pass on him. They waited in a very packed station room charged with men and women in corporate suits and overcoats, most all of them toting around a briefcase or laptop. Timmy felt swallowed up in a sea of tall, powerful adults. But it was exciting as he heard the train bells and whistles signal that the 7:26 train was pulling in. They boarded the commuter rush special which would get them into the city in less than 23 minutes, with just one stop between. Timmy's dad held his little son's hand making sure not to get separated in the crush while boarding one of many cars. He directed his son by the shoulders and guided him to ascend a narrow stairway to the upper deck. It had single seats that could face one another. A railing allowed upper deck passengers to look down at those seated below. Fortunately, there were two seats free facing one another and Timmy quickly jumped up on one. His father placed his suitcase in the overhead bin, opened his topcoat and sat facing his son. He smiled and asked if Timmy was having fun. The blonde third-grader looked all around and nodded. "I think I was on a train before, right?" "Yes", his father said. "A few years ago when we came downtown for a parade." "That's right!", Timmy said. "That's when the big green man tickled me. I remember that!" His father chuckled, as he said, "That was the St. Patrick's Day Parade. And that man was drunk. Your mother wasn't at all happy I let him tickle you." The two of them laughed as Timmy looked out the window and saw the pretty suburbs turn into city at 90 mph. He then looked across the way at the opposite side of the upper deck, and a businessman, reading his morning paper winked at him quickly, causing the boy to blush. He looked at the man who sat in such a way that Timmy couldn't help but look at his big crotch. The man's trench coat was open and his long legs were in the aisle. Timmy looked to his dad to make sure it was okay for him to be looking at the man's crotch. Without a word, his father gave his consent with a small nod, knowing his little son had already sucked on many of those things men have in their slacks - including his own. The conductor came through and punched Timmy's ticket and then checked his father's monthly pass. When Timmy looked across the way again, he could tell that the man was showing off a long erection down the leg of his trousers. Timmy stared, transfixed by the sight as his father glanced about casually making sure no one else was aware of the exchange. Holding his newspaper strategically as to hide his crotch from others' view, the man openly groped himself as Timmy continued to stare. The man used his index finger and thumb to run along and trace the length and girth of his trousersnake for the tyke's enjoyment. The man looked at Timmy's dad knowing he'd hit upon a father willing to share his young son so freely. He raised his eyebrows a bit as if asking Timmy's daddy if it was alright to continue. Timmy's father almost imperceptibly nodded his consent and the man looked up and down the train aisle to make sure no one but Timmy and his father could see around the "Daily Times" that he had propped up as a shield. Timmy's eyes opened wide as he watched the man move his tie out of the way, reach for the tab of his suit slacks zipper and very slowly tugged it down as he sat there with his long legs spread wide. The moment he pulled it all the way down and Timmy could see some of the man's white underwear, the conductor came through again announcing the only stop before getting to City Central Station. The man sat there with his trousers unzipped fully as the train began to slow in its approach to the Busse Boulevard stop. Only a handful of people got on the train but one fat lady came up the stairs on the man's side and passed him without even noticing his pants were unzipped. She huffed along and took the one free seat far down the upper deck. Soon the train jerked and was off again. It would be just another few minutes until the train would reach its final destination. The man, obviously a regular commuter, knew that and so after looking around again, he strategically held the newspaper up and quickly reached a hand into his open suit fly. He was wearing white boxer shorts and so it was easier for him to haul out his huge semi-soft cock. Timmy's father grinned to himself as he saw the man being so lewd in front of Timmy. The man wagged his cock at the boy who continued to stare at it. It was plain to both the man and to his daddy that Timmy wanted to suck it. The man slowly stroked his long penis as they all watched it reach its full, erect length. Then the man let go and just let it throb and bounce in his lap as he let the little boy across the aisle take it all in. The man then looked out his window and recognizing where they were, he shrugged his shoulders a bit and gave Timmy and his dad a disappointed look. He sat up and discreetly tucked away his cock and very slowly as to draw no attention, zipped up again. The moment he did, the conductor came through for the last time and announced that the train would be pulling into City Central Station in two minutes. People began to get their scarves and briefcases together and headed toward the doors. The man across the aisle stood up and as he did, it was obvious he was still very erect inside his suit slacks. But the moment that the man closed his trenchcoat, it concealed his obscenely tented erection. Timmy looked at his daddy who just shrugged knowing his son was disappointed. The train pulled into a dark building and Timmy could see they were coming to a stop along one of several platforms. They got up after letting several business people who were in a hurry pass them. Timmy's dad held his son's hand as they disembarked. He told his son to stick close as there was a wild pack of commuters arriving from numerous trains flooding the station. He squeezed his little son's hand and joked, "I don't want to get lost...and neither do you." Timmy's daddy guided his son to a large newspaper stand in the station, mostly to wait out the throngs of commuters going up the escalators to the street above. As Timmy stood there looking at bubble gum and candy bars, he saw a row of magazines with naked women on them. They hung behind the older man working the stand. He tried to pretend he wasn't looking but he looked some more. As he did, a robust looking businessman of about forty stood right along side of him and asked the older man for some Tums and a copy of "Cumpig Frat Boys". Timmy knew what cum was...but what was this man in a banker's coat asking for? He watched as the older man pulled down a magazine that had two young, shirtless men on the cover. The man was asked if he wanted a bag but refused, taking the hardcore magazine and Tums from the salesman as he handed him a twenty-dollar bill. As the older man turned to get change from the register, Timmy looked up at the man who just happened to look down at the little boy. The man grinned and held the magazine in just such a way as to allow Timmy a quick look at the fraternity boys on the cover. They had on jockstraps but were coated in something white. To Timmy it looked a lot like cum on the two cover models. He turned his head to look at his daddy who had witnessed the entire exchange. His father gave him quick wink to say that everything was okay. They then watched as the man with the magazine disappeared toward the men's rooms beyond the bank of public telephones. Timmy's dad paid for some candy and a copy of Newsweek. Then he took Timmy by the hand and asked him if he needed to make a pit stop before walking to the office. Timmy didn't really have to pee but was curious to see the inside of such a busy train station's men's room. Timmy's father knew the routine. There were waves of commuters throughout the early morning, oftentimes several trains arriving at once. After a few minutes flurry, the crowds died down for a few minutes before another wave of trains arrived. Most commuters were in a hurry to get off the train and out of the station. For some, they were pressed to get to a meeting or simply wanted to sneak in a fast breakfast at a local restaurant before heading to the office. But for most, the exodus from the train station was something more simply competitive. A way to energize the start of their day by competing with hundreds of others to see which among them could get off the train first, get up the escalators most quickly, seize the first taxi cabs, etc.. But others like Timmy's father knew it also was a perfect opportunity for many men to get in a quick morning wank at the urinals in the large men's room. Just as others needed to get in a quick breakfast or some paperwork, many men "needed" the morning relief offered at the urinals. Most commuting men were married and had left the house before most of their family were even up. Daily, these men would awaken like millions of other men, with a morning hardon. But as they'd rush about to catch a train, few had the time to take care of their "problem" before reaching City Central Station. Timmy's father knew exactly what he was walking his little guy into as they made their way to the long hallway leading to the bustling men's room. Timmy was all excited because he knew that the man with the magazine had gone inside and that in a men's room, seeing adult penises was something that was bound to happen. When they entered, Timmy's father knew it best to stop at the long row of sinks first. He wanted his son to go around the corner to the big room of urinals by himself. So he stood at a sink and said he wanted to wash up a little before peeing but that Timmy should go around the wall and take a urinal. To anyone listening, it was just a father telling his young son to get started. Timmy needed no further prompting as he was super excited to see what might be around the corner. He left his daddy who was looking at him through the reflection in the huge mirrors over the sinks. Timmy went around the white tiled wall and was amazed to see so many urinals and so many men standing at almost each of one of them. It was 7:45 in the morning and already about thirty men stood unzipped at as many urinals, although virtually none of them were actually peeing. The men stood there discreetly masturbating at their own urinal as they'd sneak peeks at the erections of those to their left and their right. As Timmy wandered up to one of the unoccupied urinals, one would have thought many men would have zipped up and left. But instead, none left. They just carried on with their morning jerk off routine as the boy unzipped and started to pee. It was the perfect excuse for them and they knew it. Of course a tyke's going to see their dicks as they stand unzipped at a public urinal. The fact they're wagging them and showing off hard barely would come up. Timmy was nervous but excited. Since there were no modest panels between urinals as to hinder his view, he'd never seen so many adult penises hanging out of their slacks before in his entire young life. One man even stood back a foot or so in order to allow most of the men and even Timmy to see his enormous erection. Most of the commuters quickly figured that Timmy was more than a little curious about their cocks since he stood there for so long. The men on either side of him had been watching his little pricklet as it peed and knew the little guy had long finished. When they saw he didn't zip up but instead had sprung himself a nice-sized little boner instead, both strangers openly showed Timmy their thick cocks as they discreetly stroked them into full erection. Timmy was at just such a height as to make it easy for the men to show off their cocks and hairy scrotums to him. The men kept looking about, making sure everything was safe as they played. As other men became aware that Timmy wasn't leaving but was in fact looking at all the penises up and down the row, each got bolder knowing all the rest were doing the same and stood back slightly making sure the little kid would see their adult dick. too. It was Timmy who then took the boldest move. It was his naivete that made him do it more than anything else. Whereas all the men regularly enjoyed this bit of morning sex play among other men, usually there was little actual contact among them. Sometimes a hand would stray into another man's urinal for a quick tug and feel. But it was always basically a show off game of numerous streams of men beating off, looking at the erect endowments of others. Often a man would ejaculate for the others but due to the locale and the fact so many were straight, there was little, open physical contact. But Timmy, being just eight-years-old didn't know that and much to the surprise of the steely, gray-haired business executive to his left who wagged an uncut cock at him, Timmy leaned forward and opened his mouth wide. Before the man even quite knew what was happening, he had the little boy sucking on his hard, married cock like a pro. There was even an audible gasp from two men who stood unzipped further down the row of urinals. Their gasps were not disgust but sheer shock that someone, let alone a little kid was sucking dick right there at the urinals. The middle-aged businessman was obviously aroused but embarrassed to have such a little kid sucking his cock in front of so many other men. He pulled Timmy gently off his cock and shook his head. "You shouldn't do that", the man said all red-faced as he tucked his dick back into his fly and zipped up. He reached for his briefcase and shook his head again as he quickly left the men's room. Timmy felt bad having been rebuked by the stranger. He thought he'd done something wrong, not understanding that the man had simply been surprised and embarrassed. But before he could think another thought, the man on his right, a man of about forty and wearing a sports team jacket, took his hand and guided it to his erection. Men up and down the row of urinals continued to stand there beating off wondering what would happen next. As Timmy turned to face the man, he looked up and saw the man smiling. He nodded toward his erection, obviously inviting the boy to suck it. Timmy leaned forward and put the man's precum wet cockhead between his lips. A man down the row groaned lightly as he saw the boy sucking a second adult cock. He fell into his urinal somewhat as he ejaculated all over the pink urinal cake. As Timmy sucked the man in the sports team jacket, one of the other men left his urinal and while unzipped and stroking his cock, took the free urinal on the other side of Timmy. The boy barely noticed as he was so enthralled with sucking on the big cock of the man in the sports team jacket. But as he sucked, he felt a hand reach under his coat and lightly grope and fondle his backside. He stopped sucking and looked to his left. It was the businessman from the train! He stood very tall next to the boy as he openly stroked his huge erection. The man in the sports team jacket obviously wanted to see Timmy suck a third dick and he nudged the boy to suck on the other man's cock. Timmy turned and barely a second went by before his lips were being penetrated again. The man from the train was even taller and bigger-dicked than he had looked from across the aisle. As Timmy sucked, he looked beyond the man's open trenchcoat and could see his daddy at an end urinal standing guard for any trouble as he watched his little son sucking cocks. The man in Timmy's mouth slowly forced more and more of his long erection into the boy's throat. Men watching couldn't get over how such a young kid could swallow adult cock like that without gagging. But they figured this kid had to know his way around toilets and man cock. They just figured Timmy to be one of those little guys they all jerk off reading about on the Internet - one those kids who must have been raised on sucking man cock from infancy. In a minute of two, the man ejaculated without warning and the room of jackers watched in awe as Timmy let the man shoot his seed down his throat. Seeing the man spasming out semen into the young mouth made a few of the others lose their loads. In quick succession, four or five men ejaculated into their respective urinals and them hurriedly dashed out. When the businessman was done feeding his morning load to Timmy, he pulled back and zipped up. As he left, he thanked Timmy's dad with an acknowledging nod. Timmy was again sucking the other man in the sports team jacket who quickly unloaded his fat scrotum into the boy's sucking mouth. When he was done, he flicked a final thick glop of semen into his urinal before zipping up. He then reached into his shirt pocket and handed Timmy a baseball card and mouthed, "Thanks". As the man left, Timmy's dad motioned for his son to meet him at the sinks. As some new man stood along side of him, quickly fondling and playing with the boy's pricklet, Timmy had to pull away and zip up his trousers. The man gave him a sad look and then a wink knowing the little boy had performed quite enough for the crowd and had to go. Timmy's dad had his son wash his hands and then they left. He asked if he'd had fun in there and Timmy grinned big and stuck out his tongue. His father could see some semen clung to his son's tongue and he tousled the boy's hair encouragingly. They made their way to street level and began the short walk in the snow. "And on the way home tonight, during rush hour, I'll let you go into the back of the men's room at the station where the stalls are. That's where men take their dirty magazines, pull their pants down and wait for little boys like you to come along to suck them off." The End.