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Your eggs are ready, patrón. They’re very good, it’s a pity Tommy is not here to taste them. He left the house so early! Sus huevos están listos, patrón. Qué pena que Tomás no esté aquí para probarlos. ¡Se fue tan temprano! Yes, he had a special test. Sí, tiene un examen especial. Math, as you can imagine. Matemáticas, por supuesto.

Math test? He told me it was a Gymnastics test or something. He was wearing his shortest shorts and a tank! ¿De Matemáticas? A mí me dijo que iba a educación física o algo. Llevó sus pantaloncitos cortos y una camiseta. Whadda ya mean…? My stepson failed Gymnastics? He’s wearing his shorts? Let’s check those grades! ¿Cómo que…? ¿Mi hijastro tronó educación física? ¿Llevó sus shorts? ¡A ver esas calificaciones! Well, well. He didn’t fail anything! Not even Math! Wait a sec… His coach wrote something in here… “see ya for my special coaching.” ¡No tronó nada! ¡Ni siquiera matemáticas! Espera un segundo… Su entrenador escribió algo aquí… “nos vemos para mi entrenamiento especial.” Why he didn’t tell me about this? Got to check on it right now. ¿Por qué no me dijo nada de esto? Tengo que saber, ahora mismo.

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I got to the locker room and heard a deep voice. Apenas llegaba a los vestidores, escuché una voz ronca.

Are you sure, Coach? ¿Está seguro, entrenador?

That hulky man was on his knees using his tongue on my stepson’s cock Ese hombretón estaba de rodillas usando su lengua en la verga de mi hijastro

All of it. Fuera todo.

Take it off, Tommy. Quítatelo, Tomás.

It’s got to be a physical exam or something… Ha de ser un examen físico o…

Oooh, Coach! You’re tickling me with your moustache! Please lower… LOWER! Oh yeahh... ¡Entrenador! ¡Me hace cosquillas con su bigote! Por favor, más abajo… ¡MÁS ABAJO! Asíii…

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That hulky man was on his knees, using his tongue on my stepson’s cock. Ese hombretón estaba de rodillas, usando su lengua en la verga de mi hijastro.

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Mmm… Tommy, I thought you’d shower before coming here!! Mmm… Tomás, ¡Pensé que te ducharías antes de venir aquí!!

Sorry, Coach. I sneaked out so early, didn’t want to wake up my stepdad! ¡Disculpe! Me escabullí muy temprano, no quería despertar a mi padrastro!

It’s OK, I like your taste! Está bien. ¡Me gusta tu sabor!

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So that was his ‘special coaching’? Sucking my stepson’s cock?? How long had they been doing that? ¿Ese era el ‘entrenamiento especial’? ¿Mamarle la verga a mi hijastro? ¿Cuánto tiempo llevaban haciéndolo?

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The raw smell of his hairy asshole reached my nose as soon as he lifted his legs. Tommy started licking his coach’s furry chute… and I was so confused. I wasn’t sure if I was upset or… TURNED ON! El olor rancio de ese culo peludo llegó a mi nariz tan pronto levantó las piernas. Tomás comenzó a lamer el hoyo de su entrenador… y yo no sabía si estaba encabronado, o… CALENTURIENTO de ver eso.

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They were enjoying themselves so much… Tommy licked and the coach moaned noisly… I had to masturbate, I was in heat too! La estaban pasando a todo dar… Tomás lamía y el entrenador gemía ruidosamente. Tenía que masturbarme. ¡Yo también ya estaba en celo! OOH, TOMMY! MORE! ¡Ooh, TOMÁS! ¡SIGUE!

Humm… slurp… HMMM…

Can I? ¿Ya puedo?

Do it, Tommy! Sink that young wienie up this old man’s ass! ¡Hazlo, Tom! ¡Mete tu joven salchicha en el culo de este cabrón!

The coach opened up his asshole, and for a second I thought Tommy’s cock wasn’t big enough to please something that big, hairy, dark and DEEP. El entrenador abrió su ojete, y por un segundo pensé que la verga de Tomás no sería suficiente para satisfacer algo tan peludo, oscuro y PROFUNDO.

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I was wrong. They tried every conceivable position. I could hear my stepson’s balls endlessly slapping against his coach’s butt, and the sweat flew all over their shiny bodies. Then Tommy said it…. Me equivoqué. Probaron todas las posiciones. Las bolas de mi hijastro sonaban en sus nalgas y el sudor los bañaba a ambos. Entonces Tomás lo dijo…. Thanks, Coach! I wish I could use this training to fuck my stepfather someday! He is SO HOT! ¡Gracias, entrenador! ¡Ojalá algún día use este entrenamiento para coger a mi padrastro! ¡Me enciende tanto!

That was more than I could resist… Fue más de lo que podía resistir…

So… Tommy was training to fuck ME? Did he just say that in the heat of the moment? Fuck… Now what? Well, first of all, sneak the hell out of here! ¿Así que Tomás estaba entrenando para cogerme A MÍ? ¿Lo dijo por pura calentura? Coño, ¿Ahora qué? Bueno, antes que nada… ¡Escapar de aquí!

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Steve’s Story part 2 by Jared Bascomb Based on the real-life experiences of a Handjobs reader. While stationed in West Germany in the 1960’s, my hard-drinking dad introduced me to sex. And I liked it – a lot. I started off sucking his dick, and it wasn’t long before I was taking his cock up my ass, too. My mother worked nights at the base hospital, and Dad and I ended up having sex whenever we were alone together. This went on for several weeks until Mom’s schedule at the hospital changed and she was home in the evenings, and there was no way that we could fuck. Dad was getting more and more frustrated until one night he and Mom had a huge fight. Dad was going to go on a “cigarette run”, but Mom knew what he was really up to – drinking at some bar – and she was having none of it. “I’ll take the fuckin’ kid along with me!” Dad bellowed. “Oh yeah, like that’s going to keep you from drinking yourself blind!” That dodge had worked with Mom a couple of times, but she had since learned that merely having me with him wasn’t going to keep Dad out of a bar. “Fuck you, bitch!” Dad grabbed my arm and hauled me out the door. I had a pretty good idea what was coming: a brutal fucking that would let Dad take out all his frustrations on me. But instead of driving to the isolated spot on the country road, Dad went directly to his favorite tavern in the nearby town. I was left in the car. As the hours passed, I got drowsy and fell asleep in the back seat. I woke up when the car door opened and someone got in. “Ach! Your boy is back here,” a German-accented voice said. I sat up. One of Dad’s drinking buddies was sitting beside me. “Hi, Corporal Fischer,” I mumbled. “Guten Abend, Steve,” the German soldier replied. A couple of decades earlier, he could have been a poster boy for the Third Reich. He was in his late 20s, tall and lean and blond. And about as tipsy as my father. As Dad drove out into the countryside, Fischer asked, “So, Hank, where do we go to get this good ‘head’ you talk about?” “Right here.” Fischer looked puzzled. “Here? Where? I do not understand.” Without taking his eyes off the road, Dad grabbed my head and shoved it into Fischer’s lap. “Suck him, shithead.” Steve’s Story part 2 • 13

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“Mein Gott! Was ist das?” Fischer yelled as I ripped his pants open and hauled out his cock. “This is your son!” Dad pulled over and killed the engine. “Who gives a fuckin’ shit? He’s the best goddamn head you’re ever gonna get, so goddamn enjoy it.” He held Fischer’s cock in one hand and my head in the other. The German’s uncut cock was longer than Dad’s, but Dad didn’t care. “Take him, Steve. Take him all the way.” He forced my head down until it went into my throat. “Gott im Himmel!” Fischer cried as my lips reached his blond pubes. I clawed his legs as I choked on his monster. “Good, yeah?” Dad asked. “Mein Gott! Ja! Serh gut!” “Told ya so.” Dad put Fischer’s hands on my head. “Make him take it. Fuck his face.” The German soldier pulled out enough for me to get my breath before sliding his long dick all the way into my throat again. After a few minutes we’d established a rhythm and I was able to take him all the way. “Yeah,” Dad said. “That looks real good. Fuck my boy’s face with that big Kraut cock.” I heard car doors opening, but because my face was buried in Corporal Fischer’s blond-haired crotch, I couldn’t see what was happening. Dad hoisted me up onto my knees on the back seat, and Fischer and I had to adjust our positions so that I could keep deepthroating him. “So … you … you do this with your son?” Fischer panted. I heard Dad unbuckling his pants. “Fuck, yes. Steve’s a fuckin’ cockhound. He’ll take any dick he can get. Look how much he likes yours.” Fischer pulled me off his dick. “Is this true, Steve? Do you like mein schwanz?” I looked at his big spear, wet with my spit and the foreskin still half-covering the head, then looked up at his handsome Teutonic face. “Yes, sir. I want your cock, sir.” “Told ya he’s a fuckin’ cock-hungry whore,” Dad said. “Now give it to him good.” A strange look came on Fischer’s face. He held his dick with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other. “Schwein!” He pulled me 14 • Steve’s Story part 2

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back down onto his schlong and humped upward, driving his cock deep into my throat. I gagged, but he didn’t care. “Yeah, that’s the way to use him.” Dad unfastened my pants and pulled them down. I heard the rustling of a paper bag, and then something cool and greasy was being spread on my butt hole. Dad positioned his cock on my well-used hole and plunged in balls-deep. “Mein Gott, Hank! What are you doing? You are fucking your son!” “Oh, man … oh, man, yeah, I am. And his hole’s so fuckin’ tight! You should feel it, Karl!”” The sight of a man fucking his own son did something to Corporal Fischer. He held my hair as he rammed his long porker all the way down my throat, ground it around, pulled it most of the way out, and went back down deep again. “Shit, Karl! Ain’t this boy the best piece of ass ever?” Dad chortled. “Ain’t I lucky to have this at my disposal every fuckin’ night?” “I am so close ….” “He wants your cum.” Dad pounded my butt harder. Fischer took on my dad’s aggression, driving his cock hard into my throat, deeper than Dad’s could go, cursing in German. The two men were getting off on watching each other brutally use me as their sex toy. I don’t remember who fired off first; I just know that I was flooded with man cream at both ends, and that I was sobbing from both pleasure and desire. “Goddamn, that was fuckin’ good!” Dad howled into the night as he slid his cock from my butt. “You want some of this?” Fischer was panting as he pulled my head off his schlong. “I do not know if I can do anymore ….” But Fischer was several years younger than Dad, and in much better shape. And he was still stiff. “The hell!” Dad grunted. “You’re ready for more. Now come an’ get it. You’re not gonna get a piece of ass like this in a long, long time, mein freunde. Besides, I need some fuckin’ head.” They changed places. Dad’s familiar dick tasted of his intoxicating cum, mixed with my own special flavor. Fischer was a newcomer to ass-fucking, and took me much more gently than Dad ever had. He probed and prodded, allowing me to accommodate and accept his deeper penetration. Steve’s Story part 2 • 15

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My moans and whimpers as Fischer explored my ass-channel made Dad’s cock stiffer. “Goddamn that’s fuckin’ hot – watching you fuck Steve.” “Schiesse!” Fischer went in way deep and held himself there for an agonizing moment. He then let out a strangled cry and pounded me hard and fast as he added his load to Dad’s inside my butt. Dad fucked my face, but to no avail. His cock was semi-hard, and as much as he wanted to give me another load, it looked like he was done for the night. Corporal Fischer cradled me in his arms in the back seat of the car as Dad drove us back to the tavern. He was fingering my hole, and it was leaking their combined loads. He said softly, “Steven, I have never done this before. With another male. But you are so good … and so beautiful ….” He ran his fingers through my red hair. “I would like to do this again. Some other time. Would you like to do this again with me?” Dad was glaring at us in the rearview mirror. He pulled over to the side of the road. “Get the fuck out of the car, you fuckin’ pervert.” “Hank, I don’t understand ….” “Nobody touches my boy without my saying so. You think you’re better’n me, you fuckin’ Aryan Kraut bastard?” Corporal Fischer was as shocked as I was at Dad’s anger. “But we are many kilometers from ….” “I said, ‘Get out’.” When Fisher obeyed, Dad pointed to his exposed crotch. “This is what he really wants – All-American cock, not some fuckin’ German bratwurst.” He peeled out and left Fischer standing by the side of the road. That was the last time I saw the German soldier. “Now get up here and suck me.” I forced my way between his hairy beer belly and the steering wheel, to find Dad’s rehardened dick. “Yeah, that’s the way. But don’t make me cum yet.” When we got home, the house was dark and the garage was empty. “Good – the bitch is gone.” Dad duck-walked me up to my bedroom, threw me onto my bed, and fucked me again. When he was done, he looked me in the eye and said, “I hope you learned your lesson. You’re my little cunt. Mine – not some fag Kraut’s. You understand?” I nodded. 16 • Steve’s Story part 2

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“Say it.” And in all honesty I answered, “I love your cock, sir … Daddy. I want your jism in me.” “Good boy. Now clean me off and get me hard again. I’m gonna fuck you until I can’t fuck anymore … Aw, jeezus, that’s so good!” he moaned as I milked his soft cock. Dad fucked my face and my ass all night until he was all fucked out. Just before dawn, he kissed my forehead and said, “Gotta shower and get to my own bed, or your mom’s gonna think I’ve been fucking some whore,” and chuckled. We fucked many times after that, but in the divorce Mom got full custody of me and whisked me away from Germany, and from my father. And damn, do I miss him. I miss his big hairy gut and his fat cock ramming down my throat or up my ass. I’ve been looking for a man like him, but I haven’t found one that has that special mix of love and frustration and domination that Dad had. So Dad, if you’re reading this, your redheaded boy wants you. Give me a call.

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Training My Boss by Joseph I was working at my summer job at the gym when I got the call on my cell phone. Mr. Barry Garret had seen my web site advertising my services as a personal physical trainer, and he wanted to meet with me to discuss when I could start working with him. I was taken aback as I knew Mr. Garret was one of the most powerful businessmen in New York. He was rich – incredibly rich – and I had heard rumors that he was very hard to work for. Demanding and arrogant, it seemed many people in the city hated or feared him. Here I was, just a college kid working at a summer job, talking to this big tycoon about becoming his personal trainer. I was kind of nervous, but from the way he talked, the money sounded too good to be true. I agreed to start the next day, and he told me to come up to his penthouse office, that he had a fully equipped gym there, and that would be where we would work out. He wanted me in the evening, and gave me the code to his private elevator so I could come right up. Training My Boss • 17

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When I told him I could come over right after I finished my job at the gym, he said a strange thing: he told me not to shower; that I was to come as I was after work. I said, “Sure, I guess that might might save me time.” After I hung up, I thought that was a strange thing to ask, but I guess the rich are different from the rest of us. All I knew was that the money he offered me was way more than I would make in a week at the gym, and my rent was way overdue. The next night after work, I headed over to his office building still wearing my work out clothes. I felt pretty ripe, having not taken a shower, but that was what I had agreed to, no matter what the reason. I made my way up to the top floor of the building, and the night guards all seemed to be expecting me. The elevator doors opened, and before me was the most lavish office I had ever seen. It was huge, and expensive antiques were everywhere; oil paintings, plush oriental rugs, the works. Mr. Garret was behind his desk, talking on the phone, or I should say, yelling. He was already dressed in white, loose shorts, tennis shoes, a white sweat visor, a gold chain, but no shirt. He wasn’t a big man, maybe 5’ 9”, in his late forties, and his body was covered in hair. His chest was smooth, but I suspected he shaved that. He had big, heavy legs that were dense with fur, and from where I was standing, I could see his forearms were thickly covered as well. I don’t have much body hair to speak of, and it always fascinates me when I see a furry guy. He finished yelling at whoever he was talking to, hung up the phone, and got up to shake my hand. His grip was powerful, and he moved in very close to me, saying, “Hello, Matt, glad you agreed to work with me! I’m Barry Garret, and you can call me Barry. I need you to whip me into shape, as I get soft sitting behind a desk all day. I saw your picture on your web site, and from the look of your build, I could tell you know what you’re doing. How about it, kid; think you can get this old fart back in shape? I want you to work me hard and get me to sweat. I like to sweat, kid, so like I said, show no mercy!” Before I could answer him, he pulled me closer and breathed in hard. “Fuck, that smells good … real honest sweat! All day long I have to be with men that wear too much cologne, and I hate that. A man should smell like a man, don’t you agree, kid?” 18 • Training My Boss

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It was then I noticed that Mr. Garret was also unshowered, at least he didn’t wear any deodorant or cologne, and the smell from his armpits was as strong as a horse. I felt kind of weak breathing him in, not like it was a bad smell, but he had potent pheromones, I guessed. I could see how this rich, powerful man could get away with a ripe smell all day. I also guessed it gave him some kind of advantage over other business men. Who would tell this lion of industry he stank? As I searched for words, he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me. “I want to see your muscles while we work out, kid,” he said. “It’ll inspire me to work harder.” It was then I noticed the huge bulge in his shorts. It seemed to stir a bit and tent the nylon material covering it. I thought, Jesus, what did I get myself into here? The man was so strong and compelling – a natural alpha male – that I felt all I could do was follow his lead. And no matter what, I needed that money. We went into a room next to the office. It was a completely equipped gym. The temperature in there seemed hotter than the other room, and I could feel sweat beads start to run down my back. I said, “OK, Mr. Garret … Barry … we can start on some cardio first to warm up.” There were two step machines facing each other in the room, so he got on one, and I got on the other. Facing each other, we began with a full half hour of stair climbing. Mr. Garret kept pace with me, and his eyes were devouring my body as we worked out in front of each other. I couldn’t tell if he was studying me, or lusting after me. I had to try to keep my eyes from looking at that tremendous bulge that bounced back and forth inside of his nylon shorts. Before long, we were sweating up a storm, and even though I could make out my own scent, it was his scent that permeated the entire room. I had no idea how intoxicating the human smell can be, but I found myself getting incredibly turned on by Barry’s funk. When we finished the stair climbers, we got off of them, panting for air. Barry lifted up his arm, and took a big whiff of his own scent. “Nothing like the smell of a real man, is there, kiddo? C’mere and see what I mean,” he said. I walked over to him, put my face close to his armpit, and almost swooned breathing him in. By that point, Barry’s bulge had taken on epic proportions. His mighty cock was pushing the limits of the space inside his shorts, and it became impossible to ignore. I walked over to a set of dumbbells, trying to keep up the pretense of getting Training My Boss • 19

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a good work out done. I still didn’t know exactly what this tycoon was after. I bent over to pick up the weights, and Barry came to stand just inches from my face. That cock of his was threatening to rip free of it’s confines, and if I thought his armpits smelled powerful, the cock odor coming off his crotch was twice as strong. I stayed bent over, mesmerized at what was in front of my face. “Mr. Garret … Barry … are you trying to seduce me?” He began to slowly peel off his shorts, and I could see the beginning of what would be one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. He continued with the shorts’ slow descent, and finally released his monster from the nylon trap. It sprung up just under my nose, seeming to be several pounds of tube steak. It was incredibly thick and must have measured over ten inches. An ample foreskin began to peel away from the bulbous head of his dick, releasing more of that strong cock scent. “Well. Kiddo, what do you think? This is where I get all of my confidence, my drive, to stay on top of my competitors. I usually know I have the biggest cock in the room, and I can intimidate anyone, knowing I’ve got this in my pants! Every body wants it, and I’ve seen many a straight man go gay just to get a piece of this. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to; I can get this taken care of after you leave with one of my night guards. But if you decide to fuck with me, I can be very supportive, if you’re good at it. You owe about three months’ back rent, don’t you? I can take care of that and more, if you be a good boy and play with Daddy’s dick!” He knew about my money problems, even before I got up there! I was kind of pissed off about the way he cornered me, but to tell the truth, he was right. I did need some help, and I had to know what it was like to take on a cock like his. Maybe this was going to work out just fine, after all. I responded by opening my mouth, and letting him put his throbbing cock on my lips. I began to explore it with my tongue, licking around the head and under his soft foreskin. The taste of him was incredible, all the salty, oily secretions, and a bit of precum tasted better than a film of soap. I went down on my knees in front of this arrogant bastard. His complete faith in the dominance of his dick was a Training My Boss • 21

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complete turn on for me. I considered myself to be straight, but like Barry said, that cock could make anyone gay, and he knew it! He started to run his hands through my thick hair, gently holding my head in place as he started to feed me his huge member. I pulled off his shorts, and ran my hands up and down his strong, hairy legs. I could only get half of his cock in my mouth, and some of it back in my throat. His victory over me was complete, and all I wanted to do was to please this powerful man. I was doing my best to suck him, and after a few minutes of that, he pulled me up on my feet and stood me in front of him. “What a beautiful kid you are, Matt! I can see every muscle on your body. Let me feel you all over. You’re making me so fucking hard, and that makes me happy! Are you going to be a good boy and let me be your daddy? Are you going to give me what I want, when I want it? Be my little fuck-toy? Say it, baby, say you want to make Daddy happy. Daddy’s gonna take good care of his boy.” He grabbed the back of my head, and forced his tongue deep into my mouth. His big dick was between my legs, and he started to hump between them. I could feel his foreskin sliding between my thighs, and I knew I was falling right into the part he wanted me to play. I said, “Yes, Daddy … I want to make you happy. I want to take care of my big Daddy’s dick, and make him cum. Kiss me, Daddy; kiss your fuck toy. My daddy tastes so good!” We kissed for a few more moments, and then he put his hands down the back of my shorts and squeezed by firm, round ass. “Now that’s what makes your daddy real hard … sweet round ass … begging to get get fucked! Are you gonna let your daddy fuck you, boy? My cock wants that ass so bad. I’ll be gentle with my baby … you don’t have to if you don’t want to. What does my big boy say to Daddy?” He already had two fingers in my hole and was pushing them in and out. I felt weak in my knees, and the desire to please this man was getting stronger. I whispered in his ear, “Yes, Daddy … I want to make you happy. I’ve never been fucked before, but I want you inside me so bad. Keep fucking me with your fingers, Daddy. That feels so good. Get me ready for your big cock, Daddy … I want to make you happy.” He took his time, and before too long, I had four of his fingers up my ass. I could feel my sphincter start to relax, and it was feeling wonderful. He took his fingers out of my hole, spat on his hand, 22 • Training My Boss

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and started to put the spit in my anus. He bent me over a weight machine, and pressed his giant-sized cockhead into my loosened up hole. I braced for pain, but he kept the head of his dick just inside me and didn’t force it. I relaxed even more, and surprised myself by backing up on him, pushing down and taking inch after inch of fat cock into my ass. Barry was in heaven, feeding his enormous pole up his submissive boy’s ass. This man was born to dominate, and the more I gave in, the more I felt the need to give him what he wanted. He could only go in half way before I reached my limit. He sensed that, and only went in that far. He started to fuck me, slowly at first, and then increasing his thrusts as he saw I could take it. His fucking me was like nothing I had ever felt before. His penis was pressing against my prostate, and the sensation was driving me wild! I was in a state of ecstasy, and I started to moan and tell my daddy to fuck me harder. “Please, Daddy! Fuck me! Feels so good, Daddy! Am I good enough for you, Daddy? Does my daddy’s cock like my little hole? … OOOOH, DADDY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? YOUR COCK IS SO HUGE, DADDY!! Barry fucked away at my tender ass, expertly giving me what I could take, and making me so horny I could cum any minute. Still inside of me, he flipped me over onto my back on the work out bench, pulled up my muscled legs, grabbed my ankles, and started to plow me that way. I felt helpless, both physically and emotionally. I was loving everything about this man, the way he smelled, the cocky attitude, the complete domination he was subjecting me to. All of it was something I must have wanted all along, but didn’t know it. I was fast becoming his bitch, and I liked the idea. He continued to fuck my hole, and I could swear he was getting bigger! My insides were stretched as far as they could go, and all of a sudden, Barry took one last, hard poke in my ass, and blasted a river of cum inside of me. “OH, FUCK! OH. GOD! OH FUCK! TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE THAT BIG LOAD IN YOUR ASS! HOLY FUCKING SHIT, YOU’RE TIGHT! YEAH … MAKE DADDY CUM!” He pumped copious amounts of burning white jizz into my gut, and I felt every blast! His dick was just on top of my prostate, and the constant pressure made my blow my wad clear over my shoulder onto the floor. I cried out, “YES, DADDY! GIVE ME ALL YOUR Training My Boss • 23

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CUM! I WANT EVERY DROP YOU HAVE! OOOOH, FEELS SO GOOD!” Barry kept me impaled on his massive shlong while he caught his breath. We were both sweaty messes, and the whole room smelled of animal sex. He finally pulled out of my punished asshole, and he carefully looked at it closely to make sure I was all right. He pulled me up to my feet, and kissed me very hard, washing the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He held me so tight, I thought I might not get to breathe again. He then said, “From now on, I’m your boss – your daddy – and I own you. We will train here at my office until I’m in better shape and your ass gets used to my cock. I want complete access to you whenever I need you, and you will take care of my needs. You are to see no one else for sex except me. I will take care of everything else, but from now on, you are my bitch, my boy, and my personal trainer. I have never enjoyed a fuck as much as that, and I’m not taking no for an answer. Any questions?” I grabbed on to his slimy cock, pulled him close, and just said, “Yes, Daddy, anything you want.”

Luke by Christopher Bachli My first car started out as a piece of shit, but I couldn’t really complain; it was free, a hand me down from my father. The car looked fine, except for the banged up front bumper. Other than that, the ’76 Camaro looked pretty nice. Just out of high school, I got a job at a mechanic’s shop. With the extra money and access to the tools and equipment, I slowly fixed that Camaro up. It eventually ran like a dream. Of course it took almost two years to get it that way. All the hard work at the shop paid off in more ways than one. My body got muscled, my arms got large, and the belly I’d had most of my life was gone, replaced by flat abs. My new body got me into working out at a gym. Now that I looked hot, I wanted to stay that way. The gym was almost always empty. I guess not a lot of people in the small town where I lived worked out. But there was one man there almost every time I was. He was a big man, I’d say almost 6’ 4”. I was no short guy, but he towered over me. The most striking thing about him was the amount of hair on his large body. He always wore a shirt and shorts, but what I could see of him was covered in dark 24 • Luke

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hair. I could see how massively built he was, however his baggy shorts told me nothing of his endowment. I would try and catch him in the showers, but to no avail. I would always get to the locker room when he was fully dressed. I had just realized I was attracted to men, and this gym guy was definitely my type. In my mind, I had made him my new role model. The weekend came, and I decided to go camping. I drove out to this spot way out on a long country road, where hardly anybody went. I pitched a tent and enjoyed the peace and quiet for two days. On Sunday morning I decided to head back to town. I packed all my gear, then hopped in the car, and … nothing. I turned the key and it was dead. Then I realized that the battery was the one thing in two years of working on the car that I had not replaced. Fuck, I thought, I can’t leave my car out here. And certainly I couldn’t walk back to town. I called information and got the number for a tow truck. The guy on the phone said it would be an hour before anyone could get out there. I told him that I wasn’t going anywhere. Close to an hour later I heard a truck coming up the dirt road. The truck parked next to my red Camaro, and to my surprise, the driver was none other than the gym guy. His tight work shirt clung to his muscled body, and the tight jeans he wore looked painted on. The bulge in the front of his worn wranglers hinted at something big trapped in the blue material. He walked toward me. “Hey kid what’s wrong with this muscle car? It’s a beauty, man.” “Ah, I think the battery is dead, and thanks, sir,” was all I could get out. He popped the hood on my car and fiddled around in there. “Yeah, man, the battery’s dead. I don’t have any on the truck, so I’ll have to tow you back to town,” he said in his deep voice. “That’s cool, sir.” He questioned, “Hey, you look familiar. Do you go to Jim’s gym?” “Uh, yeah, sir. I do. I’ve seen you there sometimes,” I stuttered. “Yeah, I knew I recognized you. You got a hella nice body, boy.” I was taken aback by his compliment. “Thanks, sir. Coming from a built man like you, I really appreciate that.” “Ah … ‘sir’? I’m Luke. You can call me Luke,” he said holding out his hand. His grasp was like a vice. “I’m Chris.” “It’s nice out here, Chris. Not a soul to disturb you.” Luke • 25

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“Yeah, Luke, it’s nice to get out of town sometimes. Plus there’s a small lake a short walk that way.” I pointed west. “Man, that sounds great. As hot as it is, I could use a swim,” Luke said. “You in a rush to get back to town, Chris, or can I take a quick dip?” I just stood looking at Luke. If this big man wanted to swim, of course I would let him. “Uh, no, Luke. I’m in no hurry. Let me show you where the lake is.” We took off through the brush and trees, making small talk along the way, until we reached the small lake. “Damn, that water looks great. You gonna join me in there, Chris?” Luke had already taken his shirt off. The hair that covered his muscled pecs was as thick as fur. It trailed down, making a solid patch over his flat belly. The muscles of his body were still defined, even covered in hair. “Uh, Luke, I left my trunks at the car.” “Well, I ain’t got no trunks. It’s just us guys out here, man.” Luke pulled his jeans off. His massive thighs were covered in hair. I could see the definition of every muscle. Then at last, Luke stripped his boxers off. His naked body was exposed for the entire world to see, but I was the only one there. His perfect round ass was just as furry as the rest of him. The meat that hung between his legs was massive. It was soft, but it was as big as mine when I got hard. It swayed as he stacked his clothes on the log. “Hey, man, you gonna swim or what?” Luke said, bringing me back to reality. I started stripping as he dove into the water. I got undressed as fast as I could and joined him. “Fuck, it’s nice in here,” Luke stated. “I really needed this.” We swam for a good while, then Luke got out and lay on the grass. His wet, hairy body glistened in the sunlight, like a god straight from Olympus. I was on the bank of the lake sitting on a rock. “I bet the ladies love that body of yours,” Luke stated. I didn’t know what to say. “My body’s not as nice as yours.” Luke laughed. “Ladies don’t like my hairy body, and they complain that my dick’s too big.” He groped his massive cock. “Uh, yeah, Luke. You are big.” I swallowed hard. “I wish I was hairy.” 26 • Luke

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“You like my fur? You’re a young guy, Chris; you’ll get hairy. I didn’t get hairy till I was in my 20’s, now I’m 52.” “No way you’re 52. You have an amazing body for that age,” I told him. Luke chuckled again. “Yeah, 52, but I can keep up with guys like you.” I didn’t know where this was going, but I could tell he liked the compliments. “I bet you can, Luke. I’ve seen you lift in the gym.” “Thanks, Chris,” he said. “I’ve seen you working out, too. You have a great body.” I blushed. “Thanks, Luke. I hope to get as big as you someday. Any pointers you can give me?” “Ah … yeah, Chris. I’ve got two. One, get a trainer to teach you the proper way to lift. And two, get a lot of protein.” “Oh, cool. I’ll have to hire a trainer at the gym and get some protein powder,” I stated. “Protein powder is no good. You need liquid protein. Natural protein. Male protein. The trainer part I can help you with, Chris. I have a great cardio workout and I can show you how to lift.” I was ecstatic! “Really, Luke? That’s great! I just don’t know where to get liquid protein.” Luke laughed, “I have some right here.” He shook his hardening cock at me. “No better protein than a man’s sperm, Chris. You can get loads of protein and testosterone from cum. I eat my own, Chris. It puts hair on your chest.” I was shocked. Here was this hunk of a man telling me to eat his cum. I crawled over to him. His cock was a good ten inches hard between his large thighs. I went down on him. His wide cockhead fit into my mouth with ease, but going down his long, thick shaft took some time. “Yeah, Chris, suck my cock,” Luke moaned. I worked his cock, sucking hard on his meat. With his massive arms, Luke lifted me up and had me straddle him in a 69. When he took my hard cock in his mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last very long. Luke’s hands moved to my ass, pushing his fingers into my virgin hole. I moaned around his massive cock. I was spewing my cum in no time. Shortly after, Luke popped his load in my mouth. I swallowed all his man seed down, just as he did to my load. It tasted salty. The taste was fantastic. I was still sucking his cock when he pulled me off. Luke • 27

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“Are you ready for some cardio, Chris?” Luke flipped me over on my back, and I knew what was coming. I knew Luke was gonna fuck my ass. I didn’t know if I could handle his hairy cock, but I knew I wanted it. Luke hoisted my legs onto his broad shoulders. With his hands, he spread my asscheeks. I felt the warm air on my asshole. Then the blunt tip of Luke’s cock. With one thrust, he buried his dick deep into my ass. It hurt like hell, but I knew it would pass. Luke’s hairy body was covered in sweat. His hair was matted to his tan skin. “Oh, fuck, your ass is tight, Chris!” Luke pumped into me full force. The girth of his cock stretched my hole wide. “Ohh, Luke, your cock is so big! Damn, it feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah, boy, you got my whole piece up that tight hole. You’re taking my rod like a champ. I might have to have you around more often,” Luke said between thrusts. He fucked me hard. Our bodies were covered in sweat, smacking together in lust. “Damn, your so goddamned tight!” Luke yelled, picking up his pace. “Yeah, fuck me, Luke,” I moaned. “I’m gonna fucking unload up your hot hole, boy!” He plowed me hard, then I felt blast after hot blast of his molten cum shooting into my used hole. “Uhhhh … YEAHHH! Fuck, that’s a nice hole. Unloading my man cream deep inside you, boy.” “Yeah, Luke, do it! Give me it!” I was panting. Shot after shot pored into me. I could feel Luke’s cock pulse and throb. Luke stopped thrusting into me. I lay there under his hairy, sweaty body. Then his lips met mine. Luke kissed me passionately. His tongue parted my lips. He tasted like tobacco and spearmint. Luke’s cock expanded in my hole. I felt his dick harden up again, still lodged in my ass. “Ohh, Luke, you’re hard again.” Luke chuckled, “Yeah, Chris. You’re so fucking hot, I need your hole again. I have more protein for you.” “Yeah, fuck me … FUCK ME, LUKE!” I yelled. But only forest creatures were there to hear. It was just Luke and I deep in the woods. “Yeah, Chris, your hole is so tight on my dick,” Luke grunted. 28 • Luke

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His lips smashed against mine again. His cock stretched me wide. Thrust after thrust, the sweat poured off us. His hairy body clung to me during the manliness of his animal fuck. Luke was plowing into me with all he had. “Ohh, damn! I’m gonna cum again. Ohhhh, yeahhh! I’m gonna CUMMMMM!” Luke grunted and yelled. I felt another load of Luke’s cum splash my insides as my own cock unloaded between our bodies, coating us in my jism. Luke panted as he pulled his softening cock out of my worn out ass. He kissed me deeply again. “Let’s take another dip to wash up before getting you back to town,” Luke said before jumping back into the water. He and I headed back into town with my car in tow after getting dressed. We now work out together at the gym and we “work out” some loads on the weekends at the lake. Thank god for dead batteries!

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Doing it for Daddy by Christian Dad came into the bedroom and kicked off his heavy work boots. Each of them hit the floor with a thud – the same heavy sound my heart was making. Watching from the closet, I saw him peel off his socks and drop them. The his hands worked to loosen his belt and the fastener of his dirty work pants. When I saw the healthy bulge in Dad’s tight black underwear, my dick throbbed in my pants, and I worked them open so I could get to it. Dad’s work shirt with its dark, wet pit-stains came off next, and he ran a heavy hand through his chest hair before letting his fingers trail into the dampness under his arms. Even from where I was, watching in the back of his closet, Dad’s musky smell filled my nostrils. I wanted to shove my face into his wet pits and suck until all I could taste was daddy-filth! Sitting down in his favorite chair, my stud-father thumbed the sides of his briefs and slid them down his hairy legs to let them fall around his ankles. I was treated to the sight of my father’s fuckstick – hard and weeping its silver tears – as I took my own in my hand. Leaning back in the chair, Dad took hold of his firm shaft and cocked an arm up behind his head. When he did that, I swear to fuck, the scent of his sweaty pit got stronger! Doing it for Daddy • 29

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I watched him start slow with his hand around the thick base of his cock. Then he brought his fist up to the head of his prick, where he squeezed enough to get more of that clear stuff to bubble out and make the slide down easier. He was greasing his stick … and I was greasing mine the same way. Kicking off his underwear, Dad hung one of his legs over the side of the chair, and I saw the slightest hint of hole just under his smooth balls. He shaved his balls, but that was all he shaved. Dad’s chest wasn’t exactly a forest, but he had a nice amount of dark curls. He ran his hand through them, finding his right nipple and tugging on it, which made his unattended dick twitch. Under his thick mustache, his lips pulled back in a smile as he tortured his own tits. He was really getting off on this! I watched him for a few minutes until I was sure I had his technique down, then I let my own hand slip under my t-shirt to do the same! Electric shocks went straight to my dick, and I continued to stroke it, having learned a handy trick from my hairy daddy. Next, Dad dropped his arm from behind his head, and his right palm slid back to his cock. Continuing to tug on his nipples, he began to work his dick up and down in long, slow strokes that I matched as I watched him. Soft moans came from him as he spread his legs wider, exposing more of himself to me. When his free hand slipped under his ball sack, I felt my mouth drop open with lustful wonder as his index finger grazed his puckered hole. He licked this finger and returned it to his asshole, slipping the tip inside. Daddy’s mouth came open in a long groan as he put two fingers into his tight ass. After a few minutes of this, his dick was leaking, and he was gripping it a little harder than before. Watching my hunky father hand-fuck his dick was turning me on! I was on my knees, my pants undone and my own hand wrapped around my cock, jerking off the way Daddy was showing me. I tugged at my nipples and managed to keep myself from groaning, but what I really wanted to do was come out of this small closet and wrap my eager lips around the shaft that made me! I wanted to suck hard on the deep purple head and keep sucking until he fed me his jizz! I wanted to put my own fingers into his dark hole and stir him around until he was humping my hand and groaning like a bitch in heat! Most of all, I wanted to get him hard enough and horny enough that he’d fuck 30 • Doing it for Daddy

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me like a bitch! Working my own dick, I let the fantasy play itself out in my head as I watched my father. Thick veins pulsed along the wet shaft, pearl-drops of precum oozed from the head and were smeared along the length, and the heavy balls that hung under it tightened in their sack. Dad had spread himself open as much as he could, one leg still on the chair, the other out in front of himself. He was fingering his asshole and jerking his prick and seeming to be in his own induced heaven. Under the hat he still wore from his job, his eyes closed as his mouth came open in a low growl of pleasure. The sight of my maker hand-fucking himself this way was making me just as hard, and I was loving the feelings I was giving myself! As my dad slowed down a bit, I thought he was going to stop what he was doing before either of us could finish! I didn’t want that to happen. I hadn’t cut school and raced home to beat him here only to be robbed of seeing what I’d always fantasized about! Desperate times and desperate measures caused me to stand up and slowly open the door of the closet. It made no noise, and I quietly stepped out into the room, my pants still undone and my cock hard as fuck! “What … the hell?” Dad’s eyes focused on me and he stopped what he was doing. “Keep going, Daddy …” I whispered, finding the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. “Show me what to do ….” A long few minutes passed in that room, the two of us staring each other down. I didn’t know if he was going to stop and beat the hell out of me or what, but I had taken the chance. I got my answer when a smile spread across his handsome face and his hand began moving along his shaft again. The two fingers lodged up inside his asshole began working slowly back and forth again, as well. “Keep me motivated,” Dad said, his eyes falling to my cock. I knew what he meant. I let my pants fall to the floor, and I stepped out of them. Naked, I fell to my knees and began to work my hard dick the way Dad was working his. We watched one another jerk our dicks, and Dad’s seemed to be getting thicker by the minute. His digits filled his hole and he smiled at me again. Breathing was hard as I watched him jerk himself, but I did everything he was doing short of fingering myself – which didn’t seem fair. Turning around, I let my shoulders and head rest on the carpet, spreading my legs and opening Doing it for Daddy • 31

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my asshole to my dad. Reaching between my legs, I found my own slot and slipped two fingers into myself. “Awww, son …” Daddy moaned, and I knew I was doing a good thing! Looking back through my legs as I finger-fucked myself, I saw Dad’s arm slide back up behind his head as he started fucking his fist for real! His hand slid up and down his throbbing shaft, and his mouth came open in anticipation. I took the cue and began to work in a third finger deep in my ass. Spreading my legs wider, I made it work – knowing I would have shoved my whole hand up there if it meant making Daddy happy! Hearing him moan, watching him jerk his meat, seeing that little trickle of sweat roll out of his armpit – it all was making me harder than anything ever! “Fuck, son … Daddy’s cumming!” Watching between my legs, I saw my dad’s prick balloon in his fist before the first jet of white cream spurted from his cockhead! Dad was ready for it, too: his mouth was open and his tongue was out. The first shot caught him on the upper lip, spattering his mustache and rolling down onto his outstretched tongue. The second shot landed in his mouth, and the third hit the center of his chest. He pumped his prick a few more times, milking his load and groaning. From where I was, I felt my own cock let go without even touching it. The sight of my manly daddy shooting his load into his mouth and onto his chest was enough to make me cum on cue! As I wet the carpet under me, I let out the same moan Dad had. When I’d emptied myself on the floor, I let my fingers slip from my hole and I collapsed in a heap. I didn’t have a clue what was going to happen next, but I was sure of one thing – it was worth it whatever it was, and I deserved whatever I got from Daddy!

Uncle Todd’s Cabin by Ricky I was lucky enough to have an uncle who paid me a lot of attention. He was seven years older than me, and was more like the older brother I didn’t have than my uncle. Uncle Todd lived in another state, but he frequently flew in to spend a few days with his favorite nephew – me. He was always bringing me gifts. He slept in my room, near the window, and sometimes I 32 • Uncle Todd’s Cabin

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would see his hand going up and down in the moonlight. Once I heard a sudden moaning that made me think he was hurting. The next morning, I found stiff, crumpled tissues on the floor. I figured out he must have been jerking off like I do sometimes. After I got older, my folks let me fly to Uncle Todd’s place to spend the summer. Man, I was in heaven! I would have the whole summer alone with my favorite uncle! He lived in a spacious house surrounded by thick woods, and overlooking a small town in a deep valley. He met me at the airport, and we hugged like we always did. I thought I could feel his hard bulge pressing against me, which sent the blood rushing to my crotch. On the drive to his place, he told me that we would have so much fun, I wouldn’t want to return home. Little did I know how much fun we really would have. After a good night’s sleep, I awoke to the smell of frying bacon and eggs. I slipped into some shorts and hurried downstairs. I was surprised by Uncle Todd’s appearance: all he was wearing was a jockstrap – a swimmer’s jock. There was a sizable bulge in the pouch, and I couldn’t stop staring at it. When he turned his back to me to finish cooking, his beautiful ass was framed by the jock’s tight leg straps and I could see a light dusting of hair going down his crack. “Don’t be shocked, Ricky. It’s just us two guys up here alone with nobody to bother us. We’re both men, right?” I agreed heartily. “There’s a jock in the bottom drawer of the dresser in your room that should fit you. Why don’t you go up and put it on?” I raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and opened the drawer. It was half full of new jocks still in their packaging. By now, I had a hardon, but was able to stuff it and my balls into the pouch of one of the size small jocks. I briefly wondered why Todd had small jockstraps. They were OK for me, but they certainly wouldn’t fit him. I had to wait a bit for my stiffy to soften before returning downstairs. Some lube juice had seeped out of my cockhead and wet the front of the pouch, and I hoped Todd wouldn’t notice it. We ate while he told me what we were going to do that day. Occasionally, he glanced down at my wet spot and smiled. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his smooth, muscular body. He had been on the swim team in college and looked real good. After putting away the Uncle Todd’s Cabin • 33

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dishes, Todd said, “Let’s go out into the woods, I have something to show you that I think you’ll like.” I followed him up the trail, watching the muscular cheeks of his ass move as he walked. Man, was I getting a hardon! Here we were, like nature boys in the woods, wearing almost nothing. The only thing better than this would be to be totally naked. We soon came to a clearing with a small, shed-like building. “This is where I come when I want to be completely alone. It’s great.” There was a king-sized bed, covered with a smooth fitted sheet, end tables with lamps, and a couple of easy chairs. Against one wall, facing the bed was a large TV screen with a tower of DVDs next to it. “Grab a chair and let’s watch a movie,” Uncle Todd told me. There was a XXX adult video of two men and one woman. The guys were fucking her cunt at the same time, rubbing their cocks together. In another scene, one guy was fucking her cunt, and the other was fucking her asshole. After watching that, my cock was pushing my jock pouch straight out from my crotch. So was Todd’s. Then he changed to another video. This one showed a bunch of muscular and handsome guys having sex with each other. They were doing things I didn’t think were possible. Four guys fucking ass in tandem. One guy’s asshole taking two cocks, while he was giving a blow job to another stud. Lots of 69 going on, as well as mutual masturbation. Man, there was cum on everybody. By now, my cock was dripping through my jock pouch. Todd said, “Take off the jock.” I did and my hard cock, swollen and rising from my nest of sparse cock hair, stood straight out. He pulled off his jock, and I saw his cock and balls for the first time. Fuck! Was he HOT! Neither of us had been cut, and we both had a good amount of hanging foreskin. His cock was bigger than mine, and he had more overhang. He had more cock hair, too – black and curly. Mine was blond and silky. His ball sack was dark, where mine was pink. “Now we can have some real fun. Come here, boy. I’ve been wanting to fuck with you for a long time. The times I jerked off in your bedroom, I was hoping you’d sneak over and ask me what I was doing, but that never happened, We have a lot of time to make up for.” He held his foreskin open and told me to slide my cock into the tunnel. We were dripping so much precum, it was easy. When my piss slit touched his, a spasm coursed through my body, and I almost 34 • Uncle Todd’s Cabin

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came. He held his skin tight behind the head of my cock, and started jerking off. Oh, man! It felt great! He had big, low-hanging balls, and they swung back and forth. He started grunting and moaning and saying, “FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM, CUM, CUM!” Well, on that last “CUM” he sure did, and the head of my cock was suddenly awash with his hot spunk. The heat of it sent me over the edge, and I shot my load as well. His foreskin swelled up with so much cum juice that he had to hold both our cocks tight so the cream wouldn’t leak out. But eventually, the cum forced its way out under pressure, and dripped into a bowl he had placed on the floor under our cocks. I guess you don’t waste good cream. “Kneel down, place the bowl under your cock and let it drip. Now suck my cock.” I grabbed his cock and slipped it into my mouth. Sliding my tongue inside his foreskin, I moved it around his cockhead, sucked our cum into my mouth, and swallowed it. He grunted suddenly and shot another load into my mouth. “Don’t swallow,” he said. Lifting me up, our lips met. He forced my mouth open with his tongue, and sucked the cum from my mouth as our softening cocks smeared cum over our bellies. Our mixed cum tasted nutty and sweet at the same time. We collapsed onto the bed. I had never felt such pleasure before. Wet dreams and jerking off were the only ways I had ever shot a load before then, and I was flushed with what had just happened. Todd licked the bowl of cream clean as a whistle. After we came back to our senses, we ran to the small pond behind the cabin and plunged in, our cocks, balls, and butt cheeks bouncing all the way. We splashed around for a while, and at one point, Todd got behind me and shoved his hard cock between my legs. He reached around, grabbed my cock and started humping and pumping me. My hairless asshole was puckering and opening up as though it expected to be fucked, like the guys in Uncle Todd’s video. But I was just happy to be in my uncle’s arms, skin to skin. We shot our loads into the water, and watched the cream float up to the surface. We eventually came out and lay on the grass to dry off in the sun. I was so glad that my uncle was teaching me the pleasures of sex. I thought that he was the best uncle in the whole world. Uncle Todd’s Cabin • 35

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That evening, we watched more XXX DVDs. I got turned on so much that I had to use a towel to keep my precum from staining the chair I was sitting in. I picked up Uncle Todd’s jockstrap from that morning, held the crusty pouch to my face, and smelled and tasted his cum once again. I was so excited that I shot a load into the towel without even touching my cock. Man, that was powerful. I’d never done that before. All the while, he was smiling at me while gently stroking his man-cock. That night we slept together in the big bed like two spoons. He was behind me with his hard cock jammed into the crack of my ass and one of his hands cradling my boy balls. We slept the sleep of the exhausted. The next morning, I woke up with my ass stuck to Uncle Todd’s crotch. He must have had a wet dream and shot a load up my asscrack, where it had dried overnight. I pulled away reluctantly. We showered together, and slipped on clean jockstraps. After breakfast back at the main house, he said, “I want you to fuck my ass, Ricky. What do you say?” “Oh, wow. Do you really mean it?” “Of course I do.” He grabbed a tube of lube and shoved a glob of it into his asshole. I then smeared some on my hard cock, pulling back the foreskin and making sure that my cockhead was also well lubed. He lay on his back and placed a pillow under his hips. Then he spread his legs and lifted them, exposing his well lubed asshole. I was on my knees between his legs. He placed his ankles on my shoulders. “Shove it in, boy.” I placed the head of my cock against his dark pucker and pushed. My cock slid in rather easily, much to my surprise. I learned later that he would invite lots of boys from the valley to visit his cabin and shoot their loads up his ass, so his hole was well relaxed. My cock was swallowed in heat like I’d never experienced. When my silky, blond cock hair touched his ass, I knew I was in all the way. “Oh, man, your cock feels so good. Now fuck me, and fuck me hard. OH, YEAH! OH,OH,OH,OH, FUCK! SHOVE YOUR BOYCOCK IN AS FAR AS YOU CAN! YEAH! OH, FUCK!” 36 • Uncle Todd’s Cabin

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The heat of his chute made me harder. The whole thing was fantastic. It was my first fuck. I pulled out as far as my cockhead, and shoved back in. Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out, until I found the right rhythm. My small balls slapped his ass every time, and I fucked him like there was no tomorrow. “KISS ME, YOU FUCKER” he said suddenly. I leaned down and our lips met. I started fucking his mouth with my tongue while I fucked his ass with my cock. In a short time, I was yelling “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” as I came and shot my hot milk up his ass. He pumped his load out between our sweating bellies, and I collapsed. He kissed me gently, as my cock softened and slid out of his hole with a rush of cum. We lapped up the cum from our bellies, lay back, and fell asleep. “I love you Ricky.” “I love you too, Uncle Todd.” §

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“I’M FUCKING YOU, BOY; I’M FUCKING MY HORNY-CUNT NEPHEW!” Then he shot his hot load into my guts. He didn’t move for a while, just leaned forward onto my back and seemed to be resting. He whispered in my ear that I was such a good boy, and he loved having sex with me, and hoped I liked getting fucked. He was right about that. His hot cum load dripped out of my asshole after he pulled out. Todd spread my asscheeks and sucked his man cum from my chute. We kissed after that, and I got a taste of my own funk. We spent the rest of the day fucking, and the more Uncle Todd fucked me, the easier and easier it got to take his big cock. To be continued ….

Big Rig Dan by Packer My first job out of high school was in the distribution warehouse of a Northwest grocery chain. Big rigs from around the country pulled in, loaded with crates of goods. I helped unload the trucks, inventory the goods, then load up the delivery trucks that went out to stores all over the state. I liked the work. Even more than that, I liked the men who drove the trucks, the way they laughed and teased with each other and slapped each other on the back. They slapped me that way, too, sometimes, and every now and again one of them would tousle my blond crew cut with a meaty paw. I wasn’t sure why at first, but it always made my dick jump a little when they put their big hands on me like that. There was one driver in particular who always got my dick jumping: Dan. I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. I’d only been on the job a couple weeks when he pulled up to the loading dock, Louisiana plates on his shiny blue Kenworth. I was pulling on my work gloves and heading toward his open trailer when I saw him and stopped dead in my tracks. Big Rig Dan stood about 5’11”. That’s not monster tall, I know, but I’ve always been on the small side, and he towered over me by a good five inches. He was all chest and shoulders and upper arms – not gym pretty, just big and solid as a tree trunk. His hair and beard were dark and shaggy and streaked with silver. A mat of dark hair covered his big forearms and tufted up over the collar of his t-shirt. When he lifted 38 • Big Rig Dan

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his head at my approach, he stared me down with eyes as icy blue as a clear December sky. Then I watched as his eyebrows arched over those commanding eyes and his head cocked a little to one side. “So, y’all are gonna unload my truck?” he drawled, aiming his eyes over my shoulder like he was looking to see if anyone else was with me. “Jus’ you? Shoot, boy, you ain’t no bigger’n a minute. How you gonna manage a big job like that all by yo’self?” I’ve heard this speech my whole life. Guys think just because I’m small and blond I can’t hold my own. “Watch me,” I said, taking a big breath and puffing out my chest. That brought a little smile to his lips – not a cruel one, but one that he tried to hide. His blue eyes twinkled as he stepped aside with a “be my guest” gesture. I threw myself at his trailer, first with the forklift and then – when I got to the smaller stuff – with my bare arms. Forty-five minutes later his truck was empty and I was slapping my gloves against my jeans to knock the dust off. My back ached and my arms were so sore I could hardly lift them, but I wasn’t going to let Dan see that. For some reason, I wanted more than anything for this man to be pleased with me. So when he laid one of his big paws on my shoulder and said, “Nice job, son,” I had to turn away quick so he didn’t see the boner starting to tent my Levi’s. Big Rig Dan turned up every week or two all through that summer. It seemed like he always found a way to say hello with one of his big hands – clapping me on the shoulder or squeezing the back of my neck. I noticed his hands stayed on me longer when the weather got hot and I took to wearing just Carhart shorts and wife beaters to work. I didn’t mind, though. Once or twice I even got brave and swiped my fingers up through the thick, soft fur on his forearms. Heaven. One Friday in late September I found myself closing up the warehouse for the weekend alone. As I watched the big electric door slide slowly closed, I noticed Big Rig Dan’s blue Kenworth still parked out at the edge of the lot. It wasn’t unusual for drivers to park out there and sleep in their trucks if they got in late in the day, but I didn’t remember Dan ever doing that. I squeezed my dick, thinking about Dan climbing into the sleeper compartment, lightheaded on beers from the bar next door, shucking off his pants and wrapping his paw around the fat monster between his legs. I imagined him making all kinds of animal noises as he shot a scalding load of cum all over his furry gut. Big Rig Dan • 39

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My dick was hard as iron now, and I needed some quick relief. I headed toward the john at the back of the warehouse for a quick jack-off and piss before I headed home. But when I opened the door I got the shock of my life. On the small men’s room’s one toilet sat Big Rig Dan, naked but for his white socks. He was leaning back with his legs spread wide, his furry golf-ball-sized nuts swinging free between them. And arching up over his hairy gut was a dick so fat and hard even Dan’s huge paw couldn’t wrap all the way around it. My jaw literally dropped. “Evenin’ son,” Dan drawled in a voice so low it was almost a growl. He swiped his hand up over his balls and let them jostle back into place. “I been haulin’ another trailer full here that I was hopin’ you could help me unload.” I was frozen into place, my jaw still hanging open. Dan’s ice blue eyes warmed a bit. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my wrist, tugging me toward him. “Come here, son,” he said softly. “Why don’t you get down on yo’ knees there between my legs. That’s a good boy.” My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s as I slid between Dan’s big, solid thighs. The smell of him filled my head – sweat and ball musk and that thick animal smell that gets trapped in a man’s body hair. I wrapped my hands around his ankles to steady myself as I inhaled deeply. “That’s right, son, settle in. I know you been wanting this. And ol’ Dan’ll take care of you real nice.” He stroked my face with his big, calloused hands. “You ever messed around like this before?” I looked up at him and shook my head no. “Well then, we’ll start out real easy. How ’bout you get that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick.” I looked down at the head of Dan’s dick, big as a tangerine and drooling precum. I couldn’t imagine getting my hand wrapped around that thing, much less my mouth. But the way Dan kept talking to me soft and low and pulling me forward with his big, rough hand sure made me want to try. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as Dan pulled my head into his lap. I’d never tasted a man’s dick before – never been this close to one other than my own. I loved the salty taste of his slick precum as his fat dickhead popped past my lips. I instinctively ran my tongue all over it, savoring the taste as I sucked to get more. 40 • Big Rig Dan

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“Aww, that’s it boy. Shit, that feels nice,” Dan growled as he spread his legs and leaned farther back with a sigh. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to give this big man pleasure and to make him proud of me. I drove my face forward onto his dick as hard as I could, loving the ache in my jaw as the next few inches of his fat dick slid into my eager mouth. I stayed on my knees like that between Dan’s furry thighs until the front of my t-shirt was soaked with a combination of my drool and his precum. Dan’s beer can dick was so slick now, and my jaws so tenderized, that my face slid effortlessly up and down nearly its full length. He seemed to like that. He especially liked it when I’d swallow around that choking mouthful, the back of my throat constricting around his drooling knob. “Aww, yeah, boy,” he’d say, or “Fuck, that’s good.” Or he’d just brush his rough hand tenderly across my face and look down at me with a proud gleam in his eye. Just when I thought I’d taken all of Dan’s dick I could, he grabbed my head in both his big paws and stood up. He widened his stance to gain some purchase, tightened his grip on my head, and started ramming down my throat with full force. My face was nothing but a fuckhole now for this big man’s cock, and he took full advantage of it. Saliva ran out of me in a steady stream, but only served to make Dan’s huge sausage even slicker for his brutal assault. I could only catch a full breath when that fat knob popped out of my mouth, but that never lasted long. Before I could even swallow, Dan’s cock would be back down my throat again, and my forehead would be bouncing off his furry beer gut. Finally Dan stopped and let his bloated manmeat slide all the way out of my mouth. He kept his grip on my head, though, and I found myself sitting on the floor, panting and half-crazed for cock, staring up past Dan’s firm, round belly and enormous chest and right into those commanding blue eyes. There was an expression on Dan’s face I couldn’t put a name to – some combination of brutal lust and something so gentle my heart ached from it. All I knew was that this tender bruiser of a man was totally dominating me, and I loved it. He lifted me to my feet. “That’s a good boy,” he rumbled into my ear as he wrapped me in a tight bear hug. When he plunged his tongue down my throat, my swollen boy balls suddenly emptied themselves into my Fruit of the Looms. Dan kissed me and held me tight as I racked and swayed through my first full-body orgasm. Big Rig Dan • 41

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When I could support my own weight again, Dan pulled away. “Come on boy,” he said, tugging on his jeans and boots. “I ain’t done with you yet.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and guided me out the door, toward his big rig. I blinked when the sunlight hit my face and wondered what anybody seeing us would think. Dan, barechested and in control, his fat hardon straining down the leg of his Levi’s. Me, following Dan’s lead, my lips red and swollen, the front of my t-shirt soaked with our sex juices. The stain from my thunderous ejaculation was spreading across the front of my tan Carhart shorts. Truth is, I didn’t care what people would think. I was with Dan. That’s all that mattered. Dan opened the passenger door of his rig and boosted me inside. He followed me up, guiding me into the sleeper compartment as he closed and locked the door behind us. “Strip,” he ordered simply as he pulled off his boots and jeans and tossed them onto the floor of the cabin. My clothes followed his, and suddenly we were naked, stretched out together in the warm dark of Dan’s rig. Nothing could have prepared me for what followed. As urgent and commanding as Dan had been in the warehouse, he now became as tender as a mama bear. His big paws explored every inch of my body while his lips stayed locked to mine in kisses so deep they drew all the fear and apprehension right out of me. Everywhere his hands went his mouth eventually followed – places I didn’t know a mouth could go. When he rolled me onto my upper back, cupped my butt cheeks in his big hands to spread me open, and drilled his fat tongue up my smooth boy hole, I almost lost my mind. I liked it best, though, when lay on top of me, pinning me under his hairy mass. His enormous boner pressed into me, drooling precum all over my belly. I ran my hands up and down his back and pulled him to me as hard as I could. Dan rolled to one side, pulling my leg over his hip as he went. His rough working man’s hands ran all over my butt cheeks, up and down my smooth crack and eventually focused on my tight, tender hole. He spit in his hand and brought the spit to my pucker, pushing it into me with his thick fingers. He drilled into me as deep as his finger would go, then made slow, hard circles to relax my ring and get me aching for more. A second finger followed, and finally a third. My ass was stretched full of this man, and I wanted more. 42 • Big Rig Dan

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Dan pulled slowly out of me and grabbed his dick. I suddenly felt the enormous head of his iron-hard manmeat where his fingers had been. He rubbed it slowly, teasingly, up and down my asscrack and pressed it hard against my tenderized pucker. Instinctively, I pushed my leg farther up his back to give him greater access. “You ready for this, boy?” Dan asked, still playing his cockhead against my hungry hole. “I think so,” I said, a little unsteadily. “I sure want it bad.” “Me too,” he said softly. He reached up to a little shelf and pulled down a tube of something slippery and cold that he smeared all over his dick and pushed into me with his fingers. Then he rolled onto his back and guided me into a low crouch over his cock. He was still in charge, pushing me into place and positioning my limbs like I was a plaything. “Ease yourself down on it,” he said, fingering my hole while his breath grew ragged with need. He pulled his fingers away and guided his cock to my hungry opening. Then he laid his hands on my shoulders and began pressing down, urging me to sit on his massive dick. I sunk slowly down. The pressure of Dan’s bloated cockhead against my tight hole was unbelievable. Just when I was sure he was going to rip me open and destroy me for good, his enormous knob cleared my sphincter with a sudden pop. I let out a yell and my eyes filled with big, wet tears. Dan’s hands were all over me, reassuring me. A tear rolled down my cheek, and Dan brushed it away with a rough, tender thumb. He pushed my knees under me so I was kneeling rather than crouching, and that helped ease the feeling that I was being torn apart. Then he pulled my head down to his and kissed me long and sweet. “Come on, son,” he drawled in my ear, his scratchy beard against my cheek. “You can take this. Do it for ol’ Dan.” Dan’s words flipped a switch inside me. I wanted more than anything for this man to be pleased with me. I sat up. Locking my eyes with his, I took a deep breath and settled slowly all the way down onto his huge, gut-busting prick. Dan started pushing in and out of me. Slowly at first, with thrusts so gentle I was barely aware of them. But as I grew more comfortable, he picked up speed, knocking his huge dick harder and harder into me and against something in my chute. Every time he pinged it, I groaned and sat down harder on his monster cock. He seemed to like Big Rig Dan • 43

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that. He continued increasing his rhythm until he was long-dogging me, filling me and emptying me completely with every thrust. I had to have more of him inside me. I kicked my feet back under me so I was crouching again. That left me wide open, my legs spread, and my hole totally vulnerable to Dan’s assault. He grinned and started bucking, harder and harder until I was flopping around on his lap like a cowboy on a rodeo bronc. He knocked my knees farther apart. “Yeah boy,” he said. “Ride.” Dan was ram-fucking me now. I struggled to keep my balance as he thrust into me with all his strength. Whatever he was knocking against in my ass chute made my dick run precum in a steady stream that puddled on Dan’s hairy belly. I pressed my hands into the thick, sweat-soaked fur of his chest, locking my eyes with his in a look that I’m sure betrayed my total lust. I grunted and moaned like a whore in heat. Somehow, Dan’s pace increased. Low, raw noises starting rumbling from deep inside him . Suddenly he grabbed my thighs, pulling me hard onto his swollen cock and shoving himself into me as deep as he could. When the first searing volley of Dan’s jizz hit my insides, an unexpected load of my own burning cum arched out of my aching, untouched dick. Time seemed to stop as Dan and I pumped out our loads. Finally, the spasms in every part of me below the waist began to recede and my breathing came back to normal. I opened my eyes and looked down at Dan. His face glowed with contentment and something I hadn’t seen since I was a kid: a look my dad used to get when he was especially proud of me. “That’s a good boy,” Dan said softly, petting my face with one of his big paws. He pulled me off his lap and into his arms, rolling me onto my side with my back against his chest. The wet head of his now-soft dick pressed against my sloppy, well-fucked hole. Dan’s hot breath against my neck gradually eased into the slow, steady rhythms of sleep. As I began drifting there myself, I sighed contentedly and nestled in closer to the man beside me, knowing I had found exactly the place I was always meant to be.

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Father’s Day “Paul, don’t forget, Sunday is Father’s Day,” Mom told me Friday morning at breakfast after Dad left for work. “Shit!” I blurted out. “Watch your language young man!” Mom snapped. “I totally forgot,” I said. “You totally forget every year,” Mom remarked. I left the house wondering what I could get Dad this year. I was too old to doodle some crayon drawing like the kind I gave him when I was a little kid. Promising to mow the lawn for a month seemed too cheesy. For the first year in my life I had some cash. Since last summer I’d worked several nights a week and Saturdays running the car wash at Gas ’n Go. It didn’t take me long to learn that if I showed a little butt crack when I towel dried their cars, a lot of ladies added a cool $5 tip. It was Hank who showed me that showing a bit of pube hair to the right guys generated a handsome tip, too. It took me some probing to figure that out. “How come you keep getting $10 tips?” I asked Hank one Saturday. He grinned. “You really want to know?” “Yup,” I said. “Cash is always good.” “First you gotta get rid of the underwear, dude,” he whispered in my ear. “See,” he said and he pulled the waistband of his jeans out to show me his full bush. I even got a glimpse of wide flesh dangling down his jeans. “Then you need to get your jeans damp so that it shows,” he added with a grin. I blushed. “Guys like that?” I asked. “Just the right ones. Watch their eyes, kid. If they can’t keep there pupils out of your crotch show ’em what they want to see. Push your jeans down. Show a little hair. Drives ’em crazy. And when you dry their cars, they’ll empty their wallets if they see some ass, too. The best is to press against their windows while you dry the roof of the car. Let ’em know exactly which leg it’s dangling down. Press against the window and push up so that the glass drags down your jeans. Drives ’em crazy.” I was a quick learner. I earned way more in tips than I did in wages. When I found a pair of worn jeans which were threadbare just where Father’s Day • 45

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my dickhead lay, my tips shot up. Pressing my crotch firmly against a window gave guys a peek at some nice pink head. Something about having an older man drooling over my equipment gave me a pleasant buzz. I’d get semi hard with the right guy. Some would even push against the window with their fingers. Life was good. The tip box I kept under my bed at home was bulging with $5, $10 and even $20 bills. When I saw Hank snapping a $100 bill I pressed him relentlessly until he spilled the beans on how he got that tip. “I’ll show you when we’re done, Paul,” he said. I couldn’t wait until we put out the “Closed” sign. “So now you gonna show me how you earned that $100?” Hank laughed. “You really want to know?” “You bet,” I said. We closed the car wash doors and Hank pushed me into the restroom. He pushed down his jeans and pulled up his shirt. “Some guys want more than a peek at this,” he said, grabbing his dick and quickly pumping it until it was totally hard and pointing up to the ceiling. “Wow!” I exclaimed. “You show them your boner?” “For the right tip, why not?” he said. “But this is what they really want,” he said, tapping the tip of his dick until it was moist and he was spinning threads of clear precum from the tip. “Now get on your knees. This is what gets the big tip,” Hank told me. Perplexed, I got down on my knees. “Take hold of my dick and kiss it,” he moaned. “Wha …?” I asked. “You sure?” He pulled out the $100 bill and waved it my face. “This what you want?” I nodded. “Then start kissing,” he said as he rubbed his thumb over his knob and whipped it back and forth over my lips. I gotta confess that my dick got super hard the instant my lips felt his hot, wet head. Hank showed me how to take it into my mouth and suck on it. Man, was that sweet! “This is what they come for, Paul,” he said. “Looking at the big bone in your jeans, you’ll have plenty of steady of customers if you put out, too.” 46 • Father’s Day

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“Here it comes, dude! Keep sucking. Yeah! Bam! Suck and swallow! Suck and swallow! Way to go, man! That’s what they want. They want to see that cum load going down your throat!” That Saturday while Hank and I were busy washing cars and making dudes happy, I used some of my tip money to get Dad a stack of car wash coupons. Dad liked washing his car himself, but I figured he could use a break. “Hey, thanks, Paul,” he said when he opened my gift to him on Sunday. “You must have worked hard to get me all these.” Little did he know. My experience at the car wash taught me a lot about guys and what they liked. Taught me what I liked, too. Up until then I’d been wasting some of my tips dating girls at school. After getting my dick sucked by some of the guys who came through the car wash and even getting my butt licked a few times, I hooked up with a cool classmate, Randy, who liked fooling around, too. We were going at it after school, trying out new stuff in my bedroom when Dad knocked on my door. He didn’t wait for me to answer. “Dad!” I yelled when I saw him standing at the door. Randy and I were almost naked and clutching our stiff boners. “Hmm, I wondered how you earned so many tips, son,” Dad growled. “I’ve gone through that car wash at Gas ’n Go and ….” “Dad, I can explain,” I mumbled. “You don’t need to do that, son,” Dad said. “You can show me how you earn those tips,” he added as he rubbed his crotch. Dad wasn’t the last bit angry. His stern face turned to a mischievous grin as his bulge grew under his hands. When his dick was hard, Dad stepped out of his pants and stretched out on my bed. “Show me what you’re good at, boys,” Dad said. “I won’t tell your mother. Your dad likes to have a good time, too, you know.” It felt weird seeing Dad all boned and starting to drip. Randy didn’t waste any time. He was always ready to suck any big dick that waved in front of his face. I was turned on like never before seeing Dad hard like that and wanting to play. But I was nervous like never before, too! Dad was soon moaning as he stuffed Randy’s face with his big, wet cock. “Your dad is sweet!” Randy explained between deep sucks. 48 • Father’s Day

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Dad showed me his hairy butt crack and I couldn’t resist. I stuffed my face between his butt cheeks. “Damn, boy!” Dad moaned. “Dig in, son. Lick my butt. That’s what Daddy likes!” I was delirious. Randy was ecstatic. He needed his dick sucked and turned around and offered Dad his dripping boner. Watching Dad eagerly chow down on my friend’s cock did it for me. With my mouth glued to Dad’s musky butt, I shot a wild load. My cum sprayed all over my legs. Dad reached over and pulled me off. He took his mouth off Randy’s cock long enough to lick my load off my trembling legs. “Nice,” Dad said. “I finally got to taste my son’s cum load. He pulled his cock out of Randy’s mouth. “Now taste my load,” Dad said. “I’m about to pop!” I planted my lips on Dad’s bulging head and he flooded my mouth with his seed. Man, what a way to celebrate Father’s Day! Father’s Day • 49

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Stuff like this happens in offices across the USA all the time … you just have to be in the right place at the right time! Work late … you might be pleasantly surprised!

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My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud by Robert M.

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The first time I saw my nephew Phil’s pink rosebud was at the public pool at our local community center. My brother Rick had promised to take him down to the pool so he could get in some practice for an upcoming swimming meet, but he had come down with a cold, so he asked me if I could take Phil instead. Hanging around the pool with a bunch of kids wasn’t really my idea of a lot of fun, but it had been quite a while since I’d seen my nephew, and I guessed that helping my brother out would be the nice thing to do. So I said yes, and agreed to pick him up on Saturday afternoon. When Phil bounded out of the house toward my car, I was a little surprised. I guess it had been a long time since I had seen him. I literally remembered him as a little kid. Well, he wasn’t that little anymore. He was a young man: tall, blond, and with that slender-yet-muscular build that swimmers have. “Hey, Uncle Rob,” Phil said as he opened the door and slipped into my car. “It’s been a long time!” “It sure has,” I answered. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so grown up.” He kind of blushed and said, “Yeah … I guess that happens, huh?” On the drive to the pool, we got caught up a bit. I learned that he had started out on the swim team as a freshman, and had since worked his way up to being one of the best guys on the team. We pulled into a parking space, and I reached behind me to grab my gym bag. “Are you gonna hang out?” Phil asked. “I thought you were just dropping me off.” “I thought I’d get in a little workout over in the gym while you use the pool. Then I can give you a lift home.” Phil flashed me a big, bright smile, “Cool,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting a private chauffeur.” We headed into the locker room, changed our clothes, and he took off for the pool as I headed to the gym. All during my workout, all I could think about was how hot my nephew had become. I guess some people would think it was odd to be turned on by a member of my own family, but Rick and I had fooled around with a lot when we were kids, and it was our father – Phil’s grandpa – who had taught us all about sex between men. Rick had eventually grown out of it, gotten My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud • 55

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married, and stopped fooling around with guys all together. But not me, I still loved sex with another guy. The more I thought about my nephew, the more my dick twitched. I was actually lying on a weight bench when I realized that I was getting a full blown boner. It was definitely time to cut my workout short. I had put in enough time, anyway, and worked up a quite a sweat. There was no point in making a spectacle of myself. I headed toward the pool to see if Phil was ready to go yet. I looked around and saw him getting ready to dive into a lane in the pool. He stood up and gave me a smile and a wave before he slipped into the water and took off toward the opposite side of the pool. Phil was just wearing a blue Speedo swimsuit. It was wet, and it hugged every part of his body that it covered – nice round ass and a respectable bulge in the front. The kid definitely looked hot. I took a seat in the bleachers, bending forward to hide my boner, and watched him do a few more laps. Eventually he pulled himself up out of the pool, and walked over to me, dripping wet. “You done in the gym?” he asked. “Sure am,” I said. “You ready to go?” “Yep. But I should probably rinse the chlorine off of me first.” “I could use a shower myself.” We headed into the locker room, and I hung back a bit, letting Phil get in the shower ahead of me. I needed a little time to try to get my boner to go down. It ended up being a wasted effort. As I rounded the corner into the open shower room, Phil was facing away from me, bending over. That’s when I got my first glimpse of his sweet, pink hole. His ass, like the rest of his body, was practically hairless. He had gotten his blond smoothness from his mother’s side of the family. Both his dad and I were covered in dark, curly hair. His legs were spread as he soaped up his calves and ankles, and that sweet little ass was practically winking at me. I immediately boned up again. If anything, I got even harder than I had been before. Oh, shit, I thought as I saw Phil start to turn around. There was no way he wouldn’t notice my hardon. Sure enough, his eyes went right to my crotch. He gave me another one of his bright smiles, and as I looked down, I noticed he was sporting some major wood as well. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” he said. 56 • My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud

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I gave a little chuckle and gestured toward my crotch. “I was trying to get rid of this.” “Didn’t work,” Phil said as his own cock gave a jump. “Yeah. Looks like you’ve got the same thing goin’ on,” I said, stepping under the warm shower spray. “Don’t sweat it. We’re both guys. It happens.” Phil laughed. “Yeah, it happens to me all the time. I think I’m hard more than I’m soft.” “Well, it’s the age your at,” I told him, trying to sound like the older and wiser uncle. “Your dick is supposed to be hard all the time.” There were a few moments of silence as we both started soaping up. “Uh … Uncle Rob?” Phil said quietly. “Did you see anyone else come in after you?” “What? You mean into the locker room?” “Uh-huh.” “No,” I said. “I think we’re the only ones in here right now. Why?” “Well … I’d … uh … really like to beat off right now, but I don’t want anyone walking in on me.” I laughed. “What about me?” I asked. “Well … you’re OK, ’cause you’re family,” he said. “Uh-huh. And you’re really horny. I think that probably has something to do with it, too, right?” He blushed, but admitted that I was right. “Sure, go ahead kid. Knock one out. I might even join you. I’d like to get rid of my boner, too.” We each ended up wrapping a soapy fist around our stiff cocks and started stroking. You’d think a kid my nephew’s age would have been embarrassed to be stroking off in front of his uncle, but no. Phil didn’t even turn around. He just kept looking at me and stroking his cock. Finally it registered: he was looking at me while he was jerking his cock. I started moving closer to him. He just kept his eyes on my thick rod. “What’s got you all worked up this afternoon?” I asked. “Looks to me like you like looking at your uncle’s hardon.” His answer was barely a whisper. “Yeah … it’s – it’s really big, Uncle Rob. And you’re so hairy.” It was my turn to smile. “Ya like that, huh? Well, let me tell you a little secret. What got me all boned up just now was walking in here and seeing that tight little asshole of yours while you were bent over.” My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud • 57

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“Really?” The kid seemed genuinely surprised. “You like my butt hole?” “Fuck, yeah, kid. That’s some prime boypussy you’ve got between your cheeks!” “Yeah?” Still stroking his rod, he turned around again, spread his legs and bent over, giving me a ringside view of his hot little ass. I could recognize an invitation when I saw one. I came up behind him and ran a wet, soapy finger down his crack until the tip came to rest against his twitching hole. I toyed with his opening, making him gasp. “Oh, yeah, Uncle Rob! Fuck, that feels so good!” I continued to play with his opening as I bent over and whispered in his ear, “Why don’t we get the fuck outta here and head back to my place, where I can really make your hole feel good. It’s not safe here. Someone could walk in at any minute.” Phil didn’t really need to be talked into the idea. It seemed like it only took us seconds to rinse off, get dressed, and walk out to my car, hiding our trouser tents behind our gym bags. Once we were on our way, my nephew turned to me and said, “When we get to your place, Uncle Rob, can we do it in the shower? I was really liking that.” “You got it, kid,” I replied. The folks I had bought the house from had installed a big, two person shower stall with shower heads coming out of three walls. It wasn’t as big as the shower room at the community center, but we’d still have plenty of room. No sooner had we hit my front door than we started stripping our clothes off. Naked and hard, we headed up the stairs, through my bedroom and into the shower. Phil was ahead of me, and I took the opportunity to reach out and give his delicious butt a smack. In no time, we were in the shower with warm water spraying our bodies from all sides. I pulled my nephew toward me and covered his mouth with mine. As if by instinct, he opened his lips to let my tongue inside, and soon he had his legs wrapped around my waist. I held his asscheeks in my hands, supporting his weight and teasing that little rosebud that had turned me on so much. His stiff dick pushed into my belly. Every once in a while, I’d let him slip down my torso a little bit so that the head of my super-hard prick teased his hole. “Oh, fuck, Uncle Rob!” he said. “Fuck me … please, fuck me!” “You ever been fucked before?” I asked. “Not really.” “What do you mean, ‘not really’?” 58 • My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud

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He climbed down out of my arms and said, “Well, I’ve put things up there before ….” “Things, huh? What kind of things?” “You know … my fingers, a candle, a cucumber.” I laughed. “A cucumber? Well, then I guess you’re probably ready for your first cock, but you know having a two hundred pound guy pushing his cock up your ass is a lot different than you slipping a cucumber up there.” “I know,” he responded. “But I’m ready to try. Please.” I grabbed a bar of soap. “OK. First things first. We gotta get that hole of yours good and slippery.” I had him bend over slightly as I squatted down behind him. I was face to face with that hot hole of his, and decided that before I got it all soapy, I should give it a taste. Spreading his cheeks, I dove in with my tongue. The kid practically hit the ceiling, but the next thing I knew, he had reached back, spread his own cheeks as wide as they would go, and was grinding his hot little ass against my tongue, whining and moaning the whole time. Soon I replaced my tongue with the bar of soap. Phil worked up quite a lather just grinding his butt against it. I made sure his entire crack was coated in the slippery soap, then I started fingering his hole. I’ve fucked a lot of guys, but I had never run across one that was so into having his asshole worked over. My nephew kept pushing back against my hand. I slipped one, two, then three fingers inside him with hardly any effort at all. After I’d been working on him for a while, I even got a fourth one in. That’s when I knew it was time to stuff his hole with my cock. Standing up behind him, I walked him over to the tile wall. I leaned his chest against it, pulling his hips back out toward me. “Yeah,” I sighed into his ear. “Just like that, baby. Stick that ass out there for me.” I gave my fat, leaking prick a good coating of the soap as well before I guided it to his rosebud. Each time I flicked the head back and forth across his hole, he would thrust his hips back, trying to impale himself on my shaft. Finally, I pressed forward and felt my cockhead starting to slide inside of him. Phil let out a groan, and suddenly his ass was still. “You OK, baby?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” he said. “But it hurts.” My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud • 59

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“You want me to stop?” “Fuck, no, Uncle Rob! Keep going. I really want you to fuck my ass!” “OK, but you gotta try to relax. That’s the secret. If you tense up, you’ll never get it in you.” I reached around and ran my hand up and down his chest to try to help him relax. It worked. I felt my cock slip a little further inside. “That’s the boy,” I said, encouraging him. “Just let go and let it slide up inside. Take a deep breath.” He did as I said, and I felt a little more of my cock push up his ass. He almost had the whole head. After that, the rest would be relatively easy to take. I could feel him squirming underneath me. He was breathing hard and doing everything he could to get the flange of my cockhead past his sphincter. He pushed back one final time, and it popped inside. The shaft of my penis quickly slipped in behind the head. “Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Phil gasped. “It’s in, buddy,” I told him. “You got the whole fuckin’ thing. You doin’ OK?” “Yeah … yeah,” he said in a breathy voice. “Just gimme a minute to … to ….” I stayed absolutely still, letting him get used to the feeling of having a man inside him. After only a few moments, I felt him start to tentatively move his ass on my cock. His movements got bigger and bigger until he was really fucking himself on my cock. “There ya go, buddy!” I moaned in his ear. “You got it now. How’s it feel?” “Oh, Uncle Rob! It’s fantastic. I never felt so good. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.” Up until that point, he’d been the one doing most of the fucking. But now that I saw that he was ready, I took over. I pushed his shoulders and chest back against the shower wall and really started laying it to him. The slapping of my wet body against his echoed in the tiled shower stall. We fucked like two animals. Once my nephew had gotten my cock up his ass, there was no stopping him. He kept thrusting back against me every time I thrust forward into him. Eventually, I noticed that he kept looking back over his shoulder at me. If the kid wanted to watch me fuck him, I’d make sure he could 60 • My Nephew’s Pink Rosebud

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see everything. Taking hold of his right leg, I started lifting it up as high as it would go. Phil quickly caught on to what I was doing, and started to twist his torso around. It wasn’t easy, but between the two of us, we got him turned around facing me without me ever taking my cock out of him. His back and shoulder were pressed against the shower wall, and his legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. His hands were grabbing onto my forearms. I looked down at his smooth, heaving chest and started to thrust into him again. I leaned back a little bit so I could watch my rod slide in and out of my nephew’s bright pink hole. I could feel the tension in my balls building up. My nutsac pulled up against the fat base of my cock. I was on the verge of cumming, but Phil had already past that point. “FUCK!” he bellowed as his angry red hardon started spewing spunk all over his chest and belly. Even if I hadn’t been ready to cum, that would have pushed me over the edge. I bit my lower lip, and shoved my rod into Phil’s ass as far as it would go. I held it there, feeling it pulse as I shot an enormous load up my nephew’s newly de-flowered butt. Slowly and carefully, we untangled ourselves from each other. I helped set Phil’s feet back on the ground, asking him if he was sure he could stand on his own. We were both a little shaky in the knees as we showered off. I never would have guessed that morning how fulfilling it would be to do a favor for my brother. Now I make sure I’m available to drive my nephew to the pool every weekend.

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Camboy by Grimme Christopher’s fingers slid between his open legs, tracing his bulging perineum down to his hole. The noise filtering through the wall seemed to soak directly into his hardened teenaged dick: the creak of the bed and his father’s lusty moans as he slammed his cock into his wife’s greedy twat. The lucky bitch. What Christopher wouldn’t give for a ride on that meat train. During their trips to the gym he had gotten good looks at the Magnum his father was packing and his furry, muscled-body. His balls hung like two grandfather clock pendulums tick-tocking between his hairy thighs. The thick, uncut eight inches sprouting from his black bush was hypnotizing in its unabashed sway. Camboy • 61

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Christopher’s fingertips dipped past his tight sphincter to probe his hot, wet depths. He moaned as he massaged his prostate, wishing for a man to stuff him like his mom was being stuffed at that very moment. “Take that dick,” came his father’s muffled voice. “You like that big dick in your pussy?” “Oh, yeah,” Christopher moaned, pushing a second finger inside himself. “Oh, yeah … fuck my pussy, Daddy!” The creaking, fleshy smacking, high-pitched yelps, and deep grunts from the next room quickened. His father was close. Christopher thrust his pelvis skywards, fucking his slick fist and riding his fingers in one frenzied motion. As the noise reached a fever pitch, Christopher threw his legs over his head so his feet were flat against the wooden headboard. He jacked his dick and jabbed his ass so hard and fast that his hands were a blur. He was in another world. All thoughts flew from his head as the delicious toe-to-head tingling of his fantastic approaching orgasm swept him aloft. He envisioned his father on top of him, his heavy body crushing him into the mattress as he ravaged his virgin asshole, his cock sliding in and out of him like the needle on his mom’s sewing machine. Richard roared and buried his pulsating cock in his wife’s pussy. At the same moment his son moaned and splashed his tongue and face with his salty spooge. Spent, Christopher lowered his legs and reached out for the video camera that was recording from his bedside table. He got an excellent shot of his cum-splattered face, then sucked the ass juice off his fingers and scooped the stray semen into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue for the camera, then swallowed it. §

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Christopher had to cover the tent in his jeans with his binder as he stepped off the school bus with visions of Henry Evert, the hunky school linebacker, dancing in his head. He had secretly snapped some photos of him in the showers after PE, and he couldn’t wait to load them onto his webpage and work on his boner with his favorite vibrating dildo stuffed up his ass. His dick leaked just thinking about it. His father’s truck was in the driveway. Odd. He usually didn’t get off work until 6:00. Christopher would just have to be quiet, then … if he could. 62 • Camboy

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“Dad, I’m home!” he called as he ran upstairs to his bedroom. He flung open the door to find his father, still in his navy business suit, sitting in front of his computer. “Wha–” Christopher’s bowels dropped. On the screen was a video of himself on his bedroom floor, bouncing up and down on a black rubber penis that was suctioned to the wooden boards. Richard slowly swiveled around to stare his son straight in the eye while virtual Christopher moaned and whimpered in the background. “What. The fuck. Is this?” he said so low that Christopher barely heard him. Christopher’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to make it produce a viable excuse that his brain had not yet formed. Shit! was the only word that came to mind. Shit, shit, shit, shit! He couldn’t bear his father’s irate blue eyes any longer and looked away. That’s when saw that the shoe box, which was formerly filled with all his toys and porn, was on his bed, its contents strewn across his comforter. “Do you know how embarrassing it was to find out about my fag son’s porn site from a coworker!” Christopher winced inwardly with the force of that f-word. “I always knew you were queer. Nadine swore you weren’t, but I knew!” Tears began to roll down Christopher’s cheeks. His dad would kick him out now for sure. No fags living under his roof. Would his mom stand up for him? Probably not. A sob escaped Christopher’s lips. His father stood, took off his belt, and brought the ends together. “Drop ’em and bend over.” Trying to keep from bawling hysterically, Christopher pulled down his pants and braced himself on his computer desk. It wouldn’t be his much longer. He’d be lucky if his dad let him pack some clothes. “And your boxers.” Christopher looked over his shoulder at his dad. He had suffered the belt before, but he had always been allowed to keep on his underwear. But this time Dad wanted it to hurt as much as possible; not even the tiny cotton protection. He did as he was told and bit down for the first lash. Christopher was surprised when the belt snapped his bare bottom. Although the blow was hard enough to sting his buns and make him jump, it was nowhere near as hard as it should have been, especially Camboy • 63

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under the circumstances. The next was the same, and the next one. And that was it. Three relatively soft lashings. Christopher felt his dad’s hand on his right butt cheek. He slapped it, then the left. Then with the fingers of one hand, he spread Christopher’s cheeks until his pink rosebud winked at him. “So, you like dick, huh, Chris?” Christopher was caught utterly off guard. He didn’t know how to respond or if he should. He looked over his shoulder to find his dad aiming his video camera at his smarting ass. Richard looked up a him with a grin. He held Christopher’s gaze as he put his middle finger in his mouth then pressed the tip against he son’s pucker. Christopher jumped at the unexpected motion. His dick hardened in an instant. Richard’s finger slid into Christopher’s silken tunnel to the knuckle. “Damn, you’re tight! You a virgin? You let any of those bastards that watch you every day put their dick in you?” Richard tilted the camera up to Christopher’s face as he slid his finger in and out. “N-no, sir. I-I’m a-a-aaahh …” Richard’s finger touched Christopher’s prostate. He chuckled and massaged the lump inside his son’s rectum. “I remember when your mom was this tight.” He rubbed the hard lump in his pants against Christopher’s left cheek. “Not after I put this in her a few times.” He leaned forward over Christopher’s back and said in his ear, his warm breath sending shivers the boy’s spine, “You won’t be either.” Christopher swooned at the thought of his ass stretched around his dad’s fat baby maker. Richard unzipped his pants, fished his meat out through the fly in his boxers, and slapped Christopher butt with it. Christopher could see strings of clear liquid glistening in the light, stretching from his ass to the head of Richard’s cock. His mouth began to water looking at that big slab of man meat. He looked in his dad’s eyes and licked his lips salaciously. Richard smiled and stepped back. Christopher’s heart pounded as he turned around and got to his knees. This was really happening! He was finally going to get what he had been wanting for so long! He stroked the thick cock in front of him – he could barely close his hand around the thing! Smiling lecherously into the camera, he leaned forward and slipped his tongue 64 • Camboy

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under the foreskin and sucked the head, swirling his tongue around the slippery bulb. He pulled down his father’s pants and boxers and buried his face in his crotch, inhaling the soapy, musky aroma. He lifted the swaying dick and filled his nostrils with the scent of his dad’s low-hanging bottom knockers below before sucking them into his mouth. “Suck my cock,” Richard commanded, and Christopher didn’t hesitate. This was the first real dick Chris had ever sucked. He had practiced with his dildos, but they were nothing like the real thing. Chris tried to take his dad’s dick down to the root, but he gagged when it poked the back of his throat. Nonetheless, he sucked as deep and hard as his body would allow and garnered a low moan from his father as a reward. Christopher tugged his father’s nuts with one hand and ran the other up under his light blue dress shirt and along his furry torso, feeling Richard’s hard, rippled abs rising and falling under his palm. He twisted Richard’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, looking up into his dad’s hungry eyes. Richard ran a hand through Christopher’s hair and slowly thrust his hips back and forth in his son’s suctioning mouth. “Ahhh, suck that dick, boy.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such good head, if he ever had. All Nadine ever did was bob her head up and down on his dick like a loose pussy. This was good. Real good. And Chris kind of looked like Nadine, with that tawny brown hair and those hazel eyes looking up at him like a bitch eager to please. He’d probably squeal just like her when he fucked him, too. Chris went deep again, trying not to gag while his throat spasmed around the wide cockhead, making his father moan and buck his hips, driving the cock deeper into his throat. Chris tried to tame his gag reflex and breathe through his nose to better accommodate the thick flesh. He stroked Richard’s strong, hairy, muscled legs and gripped his hips, forcing him deeper inside his gullet until he couldn’t breathe. He relinquished the saliva-coated member with a gasp: “Fuck my face.” Richard gripped the back of Chris’s head and thrust his cock into his son’s open mouth. Frothy drool and precum poured from Christopher’s lips and down his chin. His eyes watered. He was scared his father’s dick would punch a hole in the back of his neck. Camboy • 65

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Richard pulled out and slapped Christopher’s face with his dripping phallus. “You ready to take this in your ass?” “Hell, yeah!” Christopher greased his dad’s cock and his ass with a bottle of lube that had been lying among his toys on the bed. Then he bent over the desk with his legs open wide and his fingers spreading his butt cheeks. Richard worked two fingers in and out of his son’s impatiently waiting hole. “You sure you can take this?” “Yeah, Dad. Fuck me.” Richard pushed at his boy’s winking love gate. The head slid in a few centimeters before Christopher cried out in pain. It was much thicker than any dildo he had ridden. Richard pulled out and pushed back in, sawing at his boy’s tight ass until finally his pubes scratched Chris’s cheeks and their balls touched. “Mmmmm. Oh, yeeaaahh,” Chris moaned. God, he had never felt so full! Richard grabbed Christopher’s hips and mashed them against his pelvis, making sure every bit of his meat was buried in the warm silkiness of his son’s chute. “Ohh fuuuuck!” Christopher ground his hips into his father’s groin. Richard took it as a sign to begin his assault. He started slowly, pulling out until only the tip of the head was inside, then watched his boys ass gobble his dick up again. When Christopher began to writhe and purr, Richard sped up the pace and strength of his thrusts until the room filled with the sounds of his groin smashing Chris’s bucking, rippling ass, their balls smacking together, and Christopher’s exclamations of ecstasy. “Fuck me, Daddy!” Chris cried. “Oh yeah, pound my ass!” Richard suddenly pulled out without a slam back inside, and Christopher looked over his shoulder at him like a dejected puppy. Richard turned him around, lifted him onto the desk, then raised his ankles to his shoulders and dropped back into his son’s tunnel like a bomb. Christopher threw his head back and howled in exquisite painlaced pleasure. He clutched edge of the desk as his dad hammered his guts with disregard to anything but the sensations in his own plunging dick. Richard pointed the camera at his son’s face, capturing the fuck-daze in his hooded eyes and slack, whimpering, mouth as his daddy busted his cherry good and hard just the way a slut fag like him liked it. 66 • Camboy

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Christopher felt the tingle in his toes. He was about to blow and hadn’t once touched himself! His back arched; his toes curled; his head lolled back and his father’s thrusts made it bump the wall. A strangled noise escaped his throat as a jet of cum squirted all the way up to his Adam’s apple. Christopher’s asshole clenched Richard’s cock so hard he was sure it would bruise. He set the camera down on the desk, grabbed Chris’s hips with both hands, and jackhammered away. With the same roar that Christopher had been jerking his cock to for years, he buried himself balls-deep and painted his boy’s guts a nice pearly white. As the last spurt of cum left his tube, he fell forward over Christopher, his head against the wall next to his son’s. His pelvis was still slowly thrusting and squeezing cum out of Christopher’s used ass with a wet squelching. His silver striped tie fell into a splatter of cum, but of course he was too zonked to notice. He and Christopher lay spent, gasping in each other’s ears. Christopher slipped a hand under Richard’s shirt and stroked his back, planting light kisses on his neck and the bottom of his jaw. “I love you, dad,” he whispered. Richard didn’t respond, just stood up straight and picked up the camera. He pulled his slimy dick out of Christopher and squatted down eye-level with his ass. “Ho-leee shit,” he said at the magnificent sight of Christopher’s puffy, gaping anus. It was coated with and leaking cum, which pooled on the desk and drizzled to the pine floor. Richard stuck two fingers inside and swirled them around, eliciting a languid moan from Chris. When he brought them out they were filthy with his cum and Chris’s ass juice. He stood up and lowered his fingers to his son’s lips for him to suck them clean. Then he pulled the boy off the desk and lowered him to his knees to give the same treatment to his now soft dick. It began to harden again under his ministrations, and Christopher was soon bringing his dad to climax again. He felt Richard’s nuts draw up in his palm and his dick swell even more. Sure enough, his father shot several thick ropes of jizz into Chris’s upturned mouth and face, and Richard got it all on camera. When he was done, Christopher looked up into the camera with a dopey grin. “Did you like that?” Richard asked, slapping Chris’s jaw with his spit-shined penis. Camboy • 67

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“I loved it! Let’s do it again!” he said sounding like a small child eager to play. “Oh, for sure. I’m gonna fuck you so much you’re gonna feel my dick in your ass even when I’m nowhere near.” Christopher tugged Richard’s dick. “Mmmm, I can’t wait, Daddy.” He licked the cum off his lips and shoveled the rest into his mouth with his fingers. “I need a shower. Join me?” Richard did, not out of some notion of romantic postplay – he didn’t like boys, he just loved to fuck – he just needed a shower. He wouldn’t let Christopher kiss his face, but the rest of his sculpted body was open to his son’s worship. The boy’s fingers and tongue searched every nook and cranny, even, after some persuasion on Chris’s part, his hairy ass. As the two were drying off, a thought occurred to Christopher. “Dad, how did your coworker know about my site?” Richard smiled. “He’s your biggest fan.”

Grandpa Has a Big One by Eric Waters My dad left me and my mom when I was pretty young, but Mom was determined that I wouldn’t grow up without a male influence. She made sure I always saw a lot of my grandpa, and I was lucky that he lived so close to us. We usually spent at least two weekends a month together. Sometimes Mom would join us, and sometimes not. I’m sure she enjoyed a couple of days off from being a single parent every now and then, and it was always great for me to hang out with Grandpa alone. Sometimes we would just stay at his house and watch movies or football on TV, but most of the time, Grandpa had some sort of outing planned. One of the best times we ever spent was the weekend he decided we’d drive up into the mountains and go hiking. It was still early in the summer, so the weather was just getting nice and warm. Grandpa picked me up on Friday afternoon, and we drove into the mountains. He had booked us a room at a lodge, where we would spend Friday and Saturday night. The drive took a while, and by the time we had checked in to our room and had dinner, we were both exhausted. Grandpa said it would be a good idea to hit the hay early, anyway, so we could get an early start in the morning. 68 • Grandpa Has a Big One

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The sun must have just been coming up when I felt Grandpa shaking me awake. He was already showered and dressed, but he waited patiently for me as I got ready. We had breakfast at the lodge, then armed with a map of the trails, a backpack packed with our lunch, and two big bottles of water, we set off on our hike. Grandpa had warned me to be sure to drink plenty of water so I didn’t get dehydrated, and after we had been hiking for a while, I was really feeling the need to pee. “Grandpa,” I told him, “uh … I gotta take a leak.” “OK,” he replied. “We can stop here for a minute.” “But where’s the bathroom?” I asked. Grandpa gave a little snort of laughter and said, “Eric, don’t you know? When you’re a man, the whole world is your urinal! There’s no one around here to see, just whip it out and pee over there off the side of the trail.” I did as Grandpa said, and then noticed that he had walked up beside me. I guess he had to pee, too, because he was opening up his fly. When I heard his strong stream hitting the ground, I glanced over. Unable to stop myself, I said, “Wow!” Grandpa laughed again and gave his wiener a little shake, causing his pee stream to wiggle in the air. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty big.” “Will mine ever get that big, Grandpa?” “Well, it’s hard to say, son. It could happen. But even if it doesn’t, you can have a lot of fun with your dick, no matter how big it is.” As we stood there finishing our leaks, I kept glancing over at Grandpa’s big one. After we had both tucked our dicks back in our pants, he started back up the trail, saying, “I want to show you something up here, Eric.” I followed him up the trail, and we eventually came to a clearing in the woods. It was sunny and warm, and the next thing I knew, Grandpa was pulling off his clothes and lying down in the grass. His big cock flopped down over his left thigh as he raised up and said, “What are you waiting for, boy. Get those clothes off. It feels good to be naked in the sun!” As I started unbuttoning my shirt, I said, “But what if someone comes by?” Grandpa Has a Big One • 69

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