Date: Mon, 05 Apr 1999 00:12:15 PDT From: Jack Doegh Subject: The Family Business The Family Business by Jack Doegh My mother was in the bookstore business ever since she graduated from Columbia at the age of twenty-one. She immediately went to work for her parents in one of their 3 bookstores in Chicago and soon had made quite an impression on the legit book sellers trade there. They specialized in quality books and writer/poetry readings. From what I've been told, it was all quite chic and made her family fairly wealthy. My mom married my dad after she poured ten years into the bookstores. At 31, she heard the biological clock STOMPING in her head and sort of pushed my dad, who was one of her store managers, into marriage. Everybody thought it was a perfect union -- even if my dad didn't have any money. I was born a year later and, quite frankly, all I recall doing as a toddler was sitting on the floor in my mother's office as she seemed to work more than she ever had before. Oh, and I remember my grandparents spending a lot of money on me at Marshall Fields at Christmas. But, at that age, my dad seemed very far away and often was as he went on many book buying trips and conventions every month. When I was 7, my parents divorced and because my mother had a LOT of money and my dad had a GREAT lawyer, he was awarded a substantial alimony settlement and shared custody of me. I literally spent every other week shuttling between their two apartments in the city -- only a few blocks from one another really. When I hit about 10, my dad started telling me that they divorced for a lot of reasons and one big one was over MONEY. That all the work he did really only existed because of her family, her money...and he could never get out of that shadow. He also shared the fact that he thought they were all snobs on her side of the family and that "other sorts of books" could make people even MORE money FASTER. I had no idea what he meant at the time but knew the little bookstore he'd opened on a short, dark street off the busy LaSalle Street in the heart of the financial district, was a far cry from the elegant store my mother continued to run on Walton Street. I was never allowed to visit my dad's store though we'd passed it a few times over the years on our way to doing other things. He'd say, very quickly as we'd be driving, "That's where I work." I never thought much of it except it didn't seem very impressive. When I was 13, my mother remarried and was forced by her new husband to make the decision to move to London. She really wanted to take me but my dad objected and the courts agreed that I ought to stay in the US and in my private schooling. I was quite happy because this meant I'd be living only with my dad and NOT shuttling between two homes! There was another reason I was happy on the day I moved in permanently with dad after seeing my mom off at O'Hare. Over the past year, I'd begun having sex. Not, love affair stuff, mind you, but had done things many times in the park across the street from my mom's condo. It was one day after school and I was home at 3:30 as usual. My mom's maid was vacuuming, so I decided to cross Lake Shore Drive and sit near the boats for a while. I noticed several older men sitting on the two benches near the men's room and at first thought nothing of it. But as I sat looking at the boats, I noticed the men kept going in and out of the men's room. Then I saw one follow a college age guy in and neither came out for the longest time. Suddenly the college guy came out, jumped on his bike and raced off. The older man came out, and smiling, returned to his two friends. The two both shook his hand as they all laughed. I wanted to see what was so funny in the men's room, plus I had to pee, so I walked passed the three men and entered the dark, smelly men's room. No one else was in there and I looked in the sheet metal that served as a mirror than went into a doorless stall to pee. As I unzipped my jeans, I heard someone enter the bathroom. I felt oddly nervous though I didn't quite know why. As my stream of piss hit the bowl, behind me, suddenly, stood one of the older men from the bench. His tall body blocked the stall opening. I was too surprised and scared to say anything when he said, "Can I help you with that"? I honestly had no idea what he meant by that -- help me PISS?? Since I didn't yell or leave, I guess he took that as a sign to press further. "What you're holding...want some help with it"? He took a step forward and placed his hand on my hip and then slid it around to my soft cock which had just finished peeing. "Nice", he whispered as he leaned down into my ear and then looked at my cock. His hand was warm and had my cock hard in seconds. "I can help that problem you got there, kiddo...want me to help ya"? , he again asked. My heart was racing and my cock was now throbbing in this stranger's hand. I must have nodded yes because he suddenly grinned really big and slid onto the toilet seat. He positioned me in front of him and took a good look at my hard-on as he continued to stroke it. "Anybody ever touch this before for you, kiddo?", he asked. I shook my head. "It's a real, real nice one there...BIG...especially for a kid like you...", his words were muffled as he dove onto my cock and started giving me my first blowjob. His hands held firmly onto my ass, perhaps fearing I'd suddenly run-off or something. This older man's mouth was wet and hot and, as I'd come to appreciate later on, very well-experienced at sucking cocks. In just a minute, my knees were buckling and this man was eating my young spermload. If a man can grin and laugh and swallow cum all at the same time, this guy was doing it. He sucked me for every last sperm that flowed in that river of my fresh semen. Even after I'd filled his mouth with my cum, he continued sucking my still hard-as-a-rock dick. He wanted yet another load from me! So I let him continue his work. But as he was sucking me, a bit less frenzied this time, his two friends entered the men's room. One, a tall, hairy man wearing very short cut-offs, hovered near the door and the other one came to the booth where I was getting my second blow-job. "Fuck, George...you did it!", the second guy said. He was older than the other two and had white hair and was wearing a plaid shirt. George just continued to suck my cock as he smiled at his friend. "I gotta see this", the third man said as he left his watch post at the door. Like the other two, he was an older guy in his late fifties. "Jeeez...he cum yet?", the man asked George. George pulled his mouth off my wet cock long enough to say, "This one's already on his second...", and he dove right back onto my cock. The second man, with white hair, put his hand around the base of my cock and felt my balls, "He looks like he's able to serve up a few rounds..." They all laughed a bit and then the white haired man said, "Let me have a taste of this...", and he pulled me from the first man's mouth and squatted to suck me. This change of cocksucker made me shoot my load all over the place instantly. I squirted cum onto this man's tongue, his shirt, the first guy's shirt...I was like a fire hose! They again all laughed as they licked my cum off the backs of their hands. The third man then suddenly pushed in between and sucked my cock into his mouth eating the last few drops of my sperm. He pulled his mouth off and even ate some of the cum he spotted on the white-haired guy's shirt sleeve. "Yummiest stuff on the planet", was all he said. "Let's get out of here", the first man said to his friends and they all shot out of the men's room both elated and nervous. The third man patted my head as he left the stall saying, "Hope to run into YOU again." Suddenly, I was alone again in the men's room, my cock hanging from my jeans, well-spent of my young spermloads...and I knew I'd be back! But the next time, I wound-up returning the favor with a vengence!! Part II I left the men's room in the park and stared straight-ahead the entire way back to my mom's condo. How I crossed the Drive without getting hit by a car still eludes me. It was as if I were left a sex-zombie by my first blowjobs. I rode the elevator with several neighbors to the penthouse level thinking Mrs. Weingarten, the old lady who lived on eleven, certainly HAD to know three men had just eaten my sperm across the street. And why was that red-headed woman SMILING at me? Looking back, I imagine this was my first foray into non-clinical paranoia. Fortunately, Luisa had finished her vacuuming and I was able to think about what had just happened in the solitude of my room. As I sat at my desk, I sprung a boner. More than a mere erection, a boner is what makes a young cock feel SO hard it'll BUST if it doesn't shoot a load. I had to open my jeans and free my cock again -- the same cock that fed three men not even ten minutes earlier! Vividly recalling each salacious swirl of George's tongue; the way he then swallowed me whole; the way that third man pushed his way to kneel in front of me so he, too, could get a taste of my fresh jizzwad. As I jacked off, a whole new world seemed to open up as I could see out my window the rooftop of the men's room. So, all that's been going on right across the street...and I never knew it?? Well, I knew it now and was determined to discover more. The whole next day at school all I could think about was getting home...and checking out the "boats" again. By lunchtime, I HAD to duck into the school bathroom and jack-off in one of the stalls! I had never done that before. Thinking about my first blowjobs sent me into some sort of sexual over-drive. For the first time, I even looked at my Science teacher in a different way. He had white hair...I wondered if he's eat my cum, too. The bell could not ring soon enough. I thought I'd crawl out of my skin the last hour of school. Even my best friend, Alex, asked me what was up. Of course, I said, "Nuthin'", but only because I couldn't say "MY COCK"! I virtually ran home and was about to enter our building when I found myself, again like a sex-zombie, at the street corner crossing the Drive instead. I was on automatic pilot as I crossed over to the harbor-park, still carrying my books. It didn't even occur to me that I was still dressed in my blue and white school uniform. Nobody was in sight, not even the men from the previous day -- to my disappointment. I momentarily sat on one of the benches outside the men's room not wanting to look like I'd come to the park just to use the bathroom. The park seemed dead. I could see two women walking their dogs quite a ways down but that was it. So, grabbing my books, I went into the men's room to visit the site of my first blowjob. Upon entering, that odor became obvious to me -- it was piss AND CUM! It had never occured to me before that was the smell of cum -- and probably a LOT of it from LOTS of guys. I pissed at a urinal and was washing my hands, when I heard a noise coming from one of the stalls. It was a weird, almost WET clicking sound. As I wiped my hands, it got faster and louder. For a moment, I feared it might just be a rat or a GIANT cockroach and my heart pounded. But then a whispered voice said,"Gimme your cock, I want cock, (slurp, slurp, slurp)...I want cock..." I didn't know quite what to do but instantly I sprang a boner in my blue trousers. Hesitantly I approached the stalls. "YEAH, that's it", the voice continued to whisper, "come here, gimme your cock...(slurp, slurp, slurp)..." This person had been watching me piss through a hole in the partition wall. I was so horny I didn't even much care who was beckoning me over to his stall. As I approached, I held my books to my chest and planned to RUN if the guy had a gun or something. But as I stood in front of his stall, what I saw a completely naked man sitting on the toilet. He was wildly jacking his cock and twirling his tongue at me as I neared. "Want me some of that...unzip...(slurp, slurp, slurp)...open the zipper...", the man whispered as he reached out and grabbed my crotch. "Big hard one...I wanna suck it...wanna eat your cum", he equally begged and demanded. In a flash, he had unbuckled and unzipped my slacks. His hands grabbed my waist and soon he was sucking my young cock deep into his hot slimy mouth. I thought I would pass out with the intensity of his cocksucking. He was even better than George had been and soon my knees buckled and he locked his lips even tighter to my spasming cock. I was feeding my semen to yet another man old enough to be my dad! "Twelfth one today", he said as he licked his chomps and swallowed my sperm. "Twelfth?", I asked as I started to zip my pants. "Twelfth what"? "That was the twelfth load of cum I ate this afternoon...and you young ones are always the tastiest", he said as he smiled and started groping my crotch again. "You pack a cock in those pants...you go to catholic school or what?" His hands were all over my crotch, making my cock throb again. I nodded and he said, "I thought so...used to suck some guys your age in the same uniform in that men's room at the cathedral subway station...let me have some more...". He stuck out his tongue and licked my cock bulge through my slacks, making the material wet. "Who were you sucking...", I asked timidly as he ravished my basket, "I mean, today...you sucked TWELVE cocks?" He continued stroking and groping my crotch then reached to feel my ass as he said, "I come here every single day and suck, suck, suck....love cum...(slurp, slurp, slurp)..." Suddenly, we could hear footsteps approaching the men's room and he told me to duck into another stall. Soon, somebody was pissing at the urinals, then flushed but then didn't leave. For a moment, I wondered how long I'd be stuck in the stall. I zipped up and was ready to exit at any moment. Then, to my amazement, I heard "my" cocksucker start his routine again. "Gimme your cock...(slurp, slurp, slurp)....I want your cock...". I stood motionless waiting to see what might happen. I'd never seen a fight in a men's room before... But instead, I heard the guy who had entered say, "Sure thing slut...I'm here for my regular thing...suck it". I could hear the unmistakable sounds of the man receiving a blowjob from the "slut" in the stall. I wanted to see who "number thirteen" was but was too afraid to make myself known. But I hardly didn't need to worry about that as the cocksucker suddenly said,"Let the kid watch...he's got tasty sperm too". The guy getting sucked leaned into my stall and then pulled back, giving me an unobstructed view of his cock fucking into the same mouth that had just swallowed my cum. This man had a HUGE cock jutting from his naked hairy torso. He was wearing running shorts and shoes. His cock was wet and shiny and it took me by surprise as he shoved it all the way into the cocksucker's throat like it was nothing. I must have been staring wide-eyed, because he suddenly asked, "You want some of this"? And he pulled his meat out of the slut's throat and waved it at me. It was thick as my forearm and a solid nine inches long. Before I could say anything, he pushed me back into my stall and sat me on the toilet. "Put this in your mouth, kid, I only got a couple minutes", and with that he rubbed the wide head of his meat along my lips. He wanted me to SUCK that?? "Come on, I'm in a hurry", he grunted and pushed his cock between my dry lips -- wetting them with his precum. "I wanna fuck a throat", he gruffly whispered and with that, this thirty-something man grabbed the back of my head and lunged his cock all the way into my mouth. I started to cough and lost my breath for a moment, but he quickly eased off, and laughed, "I like a LACK of experience", and again he roughly fucked my throat. Saliva was dripping down my chin and this man's big hands held my head firmly in place as he turned my mouth into a fuckhole. With purposeful lunges, he pistoned his meat in and out and soon was flooding my mouth with his seed. He shot splurt after spurt of hot semen making me wonder if it really took all that sperm to get a woman pregnant. "Eat that, kid, make your bones strong..." he grunted as he ejaculated into my mouth and throat. As soon as he'd finished, he pulled out and stuffed his cock back into his shorts. "Pretty good, kid...I'm here at 4 every day". And he bolted from the place. I was a bit dazed and my throat was raw from the pounding but I can still recall the taste of that man's spermload. I sat on the toilet wondering what to do as the "cocksucker" who had "done" me, stood up and began to dress. "That one fucks like a pile-driver...sure got the cum, don't he?", he said as he looked at me trying to catch my breath. "Well, seeings you got my thirteenth, you can have the fourteenth, too...I gotta get to the supermarket." He momentarily reached into my stall and grasped my crotch again and shook his head. "Anybody tell you you make a lot of spermies for a kid your age?" I laughed a bit and he said to enjoy myself. He left the men's room and I continued to sit on the toilet thinking about that man shooting his cum into my mouth. I felt my lips and realized some sperm was hanging on my chin. I used a finger to scoop it up and looked at it closely. Man, it smelled great. I stuck out my tongue and slurped the man's semen into my mouth. 'Fuck, this is too much', I thought to myself. And it's right across the street from my house! I looked at my watch and realizing it was only 4:10, I stood up, pulled my slacks down and again sat on the seat. I began to wonder just how long it would take for "Mr. Fourteen" to show up. Only about five minutes had passed when I heard several voices outside the men's room and the clicking of bicycle spokes. Although I couldn't see them, I could sense that the men's room had become crowded with guys...their energy filled the place. They were laughing and yelling a bit and saying, "Gotta take a piss, man" "Hey, move down one, dude, you don't gotta piss ON me, man..." And, again, laughter. "Man, those last 6 miles have been the best, man, all those babes..." "No pussy though, man, what's the point of chicks with no pussy?" These guys yakked on and on as they pissed. I was trying to figure out if there were three or four of them. Then one of the guys entered the stall nearest the urinals. "FUCK! You guys, look at this, man..!" Uproarious laughter broke out as they were looking at SOMETHING. "Fuck, this is what they call a fuckin' gloryhole, man...!" "A what??" "It's a hole so some perv can suck you, man!!" They all were laughing and taking turns looking at the hole. I was scared to death. My heart thumped to the beat of my nervous gulping. "Hey, dude, is there one in that one??", one of the guys asked. "No, not in this one...", a voice said entering the middle stall next to me. I wanted to crawl into the toilet. "Look in the last one, fuckhead..." "Oh, man, sorry, lil'dude", the guy said as he walked almost completely into my stall. He quickly went back to his friends laughing. "Occupato", he smirked. Then there was a long pause and somebody whispered something under his breath. Suddenly, there was a new burst of laughter and the guy who had stumbled over me was once again hovering outside my stall. He was about 6 feet tall, sandy-blonde hair, lanky, perhaps a sophomore in college. He sort of peeked around the wall at me and smiled. The other guys were still laughing. He went back to his buddies and one of them said, "Guess there IS a gloryhole in the last one after all..." Then the first guy came back to my stall and just stood there. I sheepishly looked up at him. He patted his crotch which was tightly bound into his bicycle pants. "You suck?", he asked. There was dead silence in the men's room. I didn't know what to say and would not have had the voice to say anything anyway. So, I just nodded. This stud of a guy took two big steps forward and lifted his t-shirt. "Then SUCK", he said. I reached out and felt his long cock through the lycra. It was so hard. "Let's make this quick, lil dude", he said as he helped by pulling his pants down a bit exposing a beautiful fat cock and balls almost as hairless as my own. I opened my mouth wide and soon had this college guy fucking my throat. I felt his stomach and wanted to grow up to look just like him. His cock was almost as big as that of the earlier man. "He as good as DIANE, Mike?", one of his buddies mockingly called to him from the sinks area. His buddies all started laughing. He held my head and watched every second of his cock using my wet mouth. "I'm gunna shoot, kid...you take cum??" I simply nodded and kept sucking this well-built guy's penis. His cock exploded in my throat and fed me hefty volleys of athlete jizz. "He swallows, guys!", he said as he pulled back and yanked his shorts up over his softening cock. No sooner had he finished then one of his buddies swapped places with him. "If it's good enough for MICHAEL L. WHITE of TAU KAPPA EPSILON..." he purposely shouted, "I guess the human gloryhole'll suffice" And with that, this second college guy whipped out a mean looking, thick veiny cock sporting big hairy nuts and shoved it between my lips. In all, five bicyclist took a turn feeding me some more sperm. A sixth refused saying, "I aint sticking this precious baby into any hole YOU all fucked!" And again, they all laughed as they left the building. I could hear them pedaling away. One asked, "Which direction you wanna go..." And they faded from ear-shot. But their flavor still lingered on my tongue as I licked my lips and wiped some stray cum off my lap. Had I just sucked 6 guys? 'Hey, Mr. "You're Twelfth" Cocksucker', I smirked to myself, 'I'm already up to 6 and I'm just learning'!! TO BE CONTINUED... MUCH MORE TO CUM IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com