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Handjobs Reader ŠCopyright 1998 by Avenue Services, Inc.

Handjobs Reader is a collection of new stories for readers of Handjobs Magazine. We, the publishers of Handjobs, are a Daddy-Boy couple and we have been together since the spring of 1983. We would like to take this opportunity to thank all our readers who have supported us these many years. For more information about Handjobs publications, please write: Avenue Services, Inc. PO Box 23219 Seattle, WA 98102-0519 Or call us between 9 am and 6 pm Pacific Time: 1-800-463-5630

Handjobs Reader ISBN 1-886458-21-9 US 8.00


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You must be 18 or older (21 in some states) to purchase this magazine.

Handjobs Reader ª

My Son The Artist by James Medley Joe Ronan by Emmett Lyon Party on the Waterbed by Joey Spartan The Coaches by J. Robert Handcock Dad Teaches Me a Lesson Anonymous FreddieÕs Mentor Anonymous Missile Attack by Emmett Lyon Watching Dad Shave by Rah-Jur Boys Will Be Boys Anonymous Daddy Shares My Bed A True Experience by Timothy Denver

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My Life with Daddy by Tim 57 65 Inch Allah by Jack Sabatier 74 Nighttime by Emmet Lyon 76 Getting Home by M. Patters My New Daddy is a Trucker Anonymous 77 80 The French Tailor by Peter Dad and Me Ð Sailor Sex Friends 90 A True Experience by J. Robert Handcock

Copyright © 1998 by Avenue Services, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the publisher, Avenue Services, Inc., a gay-owned and operated business. Published monthly by Avenue Services, Inc., PO Box 23219, Seattle, WA 98102-0519. Handjobs is a trademark of Avenue Services, Inc. This magazine is in compliance with the so-called ÒChild Protection Act of 1995Ó. No responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited material. All rights in letters sent to Handjobs will be treated unconditionally assigned for publication and copyright purposes and are subject to HandjobÕs right to edit and comment upon editorially. Safe and sane sexual behavior is encouraged by the publisher. The publisher, editor and contributors to Handjobs cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that results from proper or improper application of information imparted or ideas generated by material in Handjobs. Handjobs is designed to be used only as an aid for masturbation. Any similarity between people and places in the fiction in Handjobs and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as ÒboyÓ or ÒsonÓ, all characters in the fiction of Handjobs are 18 years of age or older. It may be against the law to have sexual intercourse with people under the age of 18, but we do print memoirs of men talking about their own boyhood experiences. Printed in the US.


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My Son The Artist by James Medley I discovered my sonÕs artistic ability very early on. Even as a child playing with crayons, Bobby was quite accomplished, never straying outside the lines. I didnÕt realize until later on, just how far that accomplishment had grown. I write travel articles for newspapers and magazines and my wife is a school teacher. My office is in my basement, and I was working down there one afternoon when I was alone. My wife and son were at school. I was wearing only my CalvinÕs and a thin cotton shirt, as it was hot that day. I finished an article on Belize, where Bobby and I had traveled several weeks before. I prepared to transfer it from my computer to a new disk to mail to my editor when I discovered that IÕd already used the last one. I went upstairs and into BobbyÕs room to see if he had any. My wife hates computers, but Bobby had taken to his like a fish to water. I will have to say, that my only son is something of a slob. I waded through his tossed off clothing and made my way to his desk, which is located at the back of the room on the other side of his twin bed. I didnÕt see any extra disks, but I did see one of my sonÕs jockstraps wadded up beside his bed. Even standing, I could see cum stains on the pouch. I suspected heÕd been masturbating, and figured IÕd save him a little embarrassment, should my wife decide to clean his room. I bent down to pick up BobbyÕs jock, and saw part of a notepad stuck between the mattress and box springs of his unmade bed. Just one corner of it was visible. I drew it out. And got the shock of my life. Page after page of the book was filled with drawings of naked young boys. Boys with hardons, boys jacking off, boys shooting cum, boys sucking each otherÕs cock, cute boys fucking cute boys. All beautifully rendered. Then I noticed another notepad. I pulled that one out. Here were men fucking boys, men blowing boys, men shooting cum on boyÕs faces. I became aware of my erection straining against the pouch of my briefs. I palmed the fucker down, and hastily leafed through the pictures. They were hot as hell! Then toward the back, I got a further shock. As my face is fairly distinctive, I could immediately tell that the man I saw depicted on the last twenty or so pages was undoubtedly myself Ð with my cock up BobbyÕs ass! It was definitely him, with the little cowlick in his blond hair right at the front, causing his hair to fall over one eye. My cock had never felt so hard. I turned the pages slowly, savoring each depiction of Bobby and myself: Bobby sucking my cock, me eating BobbyÕs ass, sucking his cock, fucking him in all manner of positions. What clinched it for me was that Bobby had drawn these using the very distinctive bedroom weÕd shared on our trip to Belize as a backdrop. The hotel was quite old, and had high bamboo beds, wicker chairs beside a wood plank 4


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table, twin sash windows behind, and pictures of beach scenes hanging on the wall. These were all adequately detailed so as to leave no doubt as to what heÕd drawn. I began to think of small things IÕd overlooked during the three days my son and I were there Ð the way heÕd wandered around the room naked, come into the bathroom to piss while I was taking a shower, let me see his hardon when weÕd risen that last morning. God, but I had been so blind. Standing there distracted, fondling and caressing my sonÕs jockstrap and looking at those incredibly erotic pictures got me hotter than hell. I decided I had to have a quick jack off session. I stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of my sonÕs closet door, and opened my shirt, skinned my underwear to my ankles and felt my hard prod. I lube a lot when I get horny and right then, the clear stuff was oozing out of my skin nozzle like fucking snot. I skinned my foreskin back and smeared the juicy liquid all over my cock-knob. Then I took my sonÕs cum-stained jock and deeply inhaled his youthful odor Ð a boyish sort of funk in the crotch and, to my mind, a sweetness in the pouch. As I breathed heavily through the thin material, I got one of the most intense erections I had ever experienced. It was like a sudden explosion of blood in my groin, an immediate and intensely gratifying sensation as my cock literally throbbed in my fist. I bowed my legs a little and rubbed BobbyÕs entrancing jock up under my balls, and up and down the length of my stiffened prick. I sheathed my rod in the stiffened, cum-stained fabric of the crotch and stroked my meat through it. On the floor, I saw a pair of BobbyÕs dirty underwear. I put my sonÕs underwear on. My balls nestled into the dirty pouch where his had been. My root was so hard, it jutted out of the elastic waistband a good four inches, about halfway. Just like BobbyÕs did. I remembered seeing his large erection in Belize, as big as my own fat, eight inch daddy-dick. I picked up my sonÕs dirty jockstrap and snuggled it over my head, the smelly pouch covering my mouth, nose, and eyes. I stuck out my tongue and licked on the wide Y of the crotch where the jock had ridden up BobbyÕs crack, as the straps spread out over his cute ass. It tasted and reeked of funky boy-smell. I chewed on it and imagined I tasted my sonÕs bittersweet hole. I pushed BobbyÕs underwear to just below my swinging creambag. The pressure from the elastic drove the whole solid mass of my genitals into my heaving belly. Looking through the thick web of the stiffened fabric of the pouch, my reflection in the mirror appeared grainy and hazy, like an ancient, black and white porn movie. I stood sideways to the mirror, punched out my hips and pumped my meat in slow, languid strokes. I watched myself beat off with the jockstrap over my face, thinking about being alone in that room in Belize with my son 5


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and what had not happened. I stayed in this private heaven of remembering, occasionally skimming my palms over my heaving pectorals and twisting my quarter sized nipples till they were thick and red. I jacked my cock like a sexstarved maniac, deranged with lust and totally lost in the sensations that pounded from my groin. This rutting frenzy seemed almost animal-like, and I was caught up in the lustful ecstasy of the moment. As I thought about fucking my sonÕs ass, I felt the ecstatic tremors of a powerful ejaculation cresting. I twisted to the mirror, punched out my hips and flailed even harder on my meat. I threw back my head and bit my lower lip, squinted my eyes and groaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard me. With a panting gasp, cock-honey started streaming out in ropy strands, arching and spurting in thick, milky gushes onto the mirror. I bent nearly double, and then shot the last spewing gobs of glory onto BobbyÕs jockstrap over my face. ÒShoot it, Daddy!Ó I heard from the door. I whirled around with fright, shock, embarrassment, and horror, all warring like startled rabbits in my brain. It felt like all my organs came unglued and slithered around in my body. I ripped BobbyÕs jockstrap oft my face. There he stood. There was a smile in his eyes and a grin on his face. There was also a bulge in his jeans. ÒWhy arenÕt you in school?Ó I snapped, feeling like it was the most foolish thing in the world to say. ÒI got off early. ItÕs only study hour, anyway. They let us,Ó he said, but he was rubbing his groin, pushing his young meat down one leg of his pants. ÒLooks like you got off early, too.Ó ÒI got carried away,Ó I mumbled. ÒI saw your pictures.Ó ÒI was gonna show Õem to you when they were all finished,Ó he said softly. ÒIn secret, when we were alone again, just the two of us, like in Belize. Like now.Ó ÒPlease donÕt say anything about this to your mother, son. About me jacking off and all. I couldnÕt help it.Ó ÒI donÕt want you to help it, Daddy,Ó Bobby said lasciviously, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed the door softly behind him and locked it. He began taking his shirt off and kicked off his tennis shoes. His smooth hairless chest came into view as he slipped the t-shirt over his thin shoulders and cotton-topped head. Bobby unfastened his jeans and unzipped his fly. He dropped his pants to his ankles, then kicked them into a corner. In his briefs, he walked slowly toward me. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum which seeped from his cockhead and wet the fabric. ÒFeel me, Daddy, feel how hard you make me.Ó Bobby took my hand and drew it onto his jutting erection, then put his soft hand on my cock. ÒPull down my underwear,Ó he whispered in my ear. I put both hands on my sonÕs slender flanks and slid his briefs down. His cock sprang to attention as the waistband slid off the shaft. My cock 6


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was full roaring hard again. Bobby came into my arms and raised his head. He pulled my face to his soft and yielding lips. I kissed my son on the mouth for the first time since heÕd been a baby, a kiss filled with lust and love, a wonderful lewdness prevailing for the moment. I wanted to fuck my boy more than anything in my life. His naked groin against mine seared my flesh. For the moment there was no one on the planet but my son and me. Every second was magnified Ð the tension between us, unbearable. We both wanted it. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I lifted my naked son in my arms and carried him to the bed. I sat him beside the notebooks full of his drawings. ÒIs this what you think about? Sitting naked on your bed and Daddy blowing you like that?Ó I asked, pointing to the page. He nodded shyly. I dropped to my knees in front of him, he spread his legs as I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked my sonÕs cock until he was wet and moaning. ÒLook at this one, Daddy,Ó Bobby said, holding up the one of me eating his ass. ÒYou like that, son? You wanna feel it?Ó For an answer he flipped onto his belly, his torso half on the bed, his ass in my face. My first taste of boy ass was that of my own son. It was tart and delectable, bittersweet and heady in an almost narcotic way, like a strong drug from which I know I will never be cured. I tasted his ass juice, folding my tongue and deliriously spearing into his anus. I planted my lips around his nether mouth and sucked at his hole while driving my tongue into his deepest pit. Bobby groaned and sighed, a contented, satisfied moan. I pulled off him when he was juiced up. As he flexed his bunghole, I pushed his compliant body to the center of the bed. ÒYou gonna fuck me, Daddy?Ó ÒWhile you draw it. Let me get my cock in you and watch you drawing over your shoulder. IÕll give you a slow fuck, keeping my cock in deep and hard, not really fucking till youÕre finished.Ó He went up on all fours and opened his notebook to a blank page. ÒGo up me slow, Daddy. IÕm pretty tight and I cum quick.Ó ÒDonÕt cum, donÕt cum yet, not till I do. Here, take it, son. Take my cock.Ó I spat into my hand, greased up my dick even more, and slid it into BobbyÕs asshole. He felt soft and rich inside, a warm custard of assflesh. He wasnÕt too deep. I pushed in all the way to my balls and held my hard cock-head tight against his trigger. The cock that made him was now planted deep inside him. ÒOh, God!Ó Bobby grunted. ÒEasy, Daddy, easy. Slow, slow, fuck me slow.Ó ÒHold it, son. Easy, deep. Hold it deep in you. Ah, yeah, like that. Good, baby, good. So É fucking É good! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!Ó I undulated my lower back, hunching my cock into him. He was 7


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sweating beneath me, as my belly and chest were plastered to his thin back. I nibbled at his ear lobes, first one then the other, looking over each shoulder in turn. He was drawing a bed, his desk, his bedroom. I twisted and teased his tiny nipples till they were hard and thick, standing out from his smooth chest like rubber erasers. ÒDraw it, son,Ó I whispered huskily into his ear, licking inside with my tongue. ÒShow my cock going into your asshole, spreading you open, fucking my son. This dick wants to go all the way to your chest. Make it really dirty and filthy looking.Ó ÒYeah, big old cock hunching into me. Like this.Ó He began to rapidly outline our figures, me in a contorted halt-squat, my flanks framing my sonÕs ass, my exaggeratedly immense cock embedded half-way up the boyÕs guts, the veins on my cock shaft prominent. The boyÕs handsome young face was twisted with an anguished ecstasy. He drew my face as a lurid, scowling mask. It was the most degraded and perverted sex IÕd ever seen. I held my cock fast and still within BobbyÕs tender guts, feeling my pulse against the warmth of my sonÕs yielding ass-flesh. I stroked BobbyÕs flanks and thighs, kneaded the warm, soft dough-like cheeks of his pert little ass. ÒDamn, thatÕs good!Ó I exclaimed. ÒThe picture Ð and your ass.Ó I reached around BobbyÕs trim belly and began to masturbate him. His cock slimed up with pre-cum as I greasily fisted him. ÒNot too fast, Daddy, IÕm close.Ó He swiftly filled in the details of our dog-fucking position while I kept my cock implanted deep inside his anus, muscle-jerking it and slowly tormenting both of us. It was like I was plugged into a hot hole of expectant urgency. A quivering shudder of electricity occasionally spasmed from his cock-clenching ass walls. I began rocking back and forth on my sonÕs back, not really fucking, just swaying my hips enough to massage his prostate with my cockhead. ÒFuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!Ó Bobby whimpered, sketching faster and faster. I began to drive in a quicker tempo, hunching against his warm backside, rutting my cock around in his hole and gyrating my pelvis against his sweat-slickened ass globes. ÒSweet ass, sweet fucking ass, son!Ó I panted, now grunting and heaving harder against him. ÒNow make Daddy cum in the picture, show it spurting to the ceiling, just like IÕm gonna gush daddy-cum up your butt hole.Ó ÒLike this?Ó Bobby rapidly drew another page: my cock out of his ass and him kneeling before me, his face in rapture just in front of the gigantic cock, masturbating me wildly, both hands clutched around my monster root, jacking his daddy off. ÒMake Õim cum, son! Make me cum!Ó I went at it harder, faster; jacking BobbyÕs sweet cock in rhythm with my pumping fuck strokes. ÒTake DaddyÕs fuck, baby! Get all that daddy-cock in you!Ó 8


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ÒFuck that ass! Fuck the cum outta me! Make me cum, Daddy!Ó I wanted to see his cream shoot out. I wanted to fuck it out of him. Afire with need, I jacked him in swifter strokes, each more vigorous than the last. Heaving and thrashing, he milked my cock with his ass muscles. It felt as if my very core and essence were racing to my groin, my body shuddering and quaking above my sonÕs sweet young loins. ÒOh, God! Sweet fucking ass, boy! Best boy-ass in the world!Ó ÒFuck it! Fuck it!Ó Bobby drew my cock going off like a cannon, great arching streams of jism shooting all over his face and running down his cheeks in streams. Cum dripped from BobbyÕs lips and splashed all over his naked torso, shuddering and heaving all over. He sketched great, arching streams of the stuff spurting into his mouth as he held the erupting cock-head and directed its spewing gushes directly down his throat. ÒIÕm É starting É to shoot!Ó Bobby panted, his breath ragged and labored. ÒSlam that cock into me!Ó ÒOh, Jesus, son!Ó ÒFuck it! Fuck my ass!Ó ÒHoly shit!Ó The spasms of my ejaculation began, racing up my embedded dick and causing me to shudder and quake under the force of the onslaught. I fucked into Bobby with a demented fury, pistoning and driving my dick like a pile-driver in and out of my sonÕs young and stretched rectum. ÒCum, baby, cum!Ó I screamed. ÒGet it, son, get it! Blow your nuts, now! Now!Ó ÒOh, God! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Daddy!Ó ÒYeah! Yeah! Yeah!Ó ÒAh, yeah! IÕm cumming!Ó ÒCum, baby! Cum! Shoot that load!Ó ÒFuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!Ó ÒFuck! Fuck! Fuck!Ó I put all my weight into my groin and every muscle in my body, quaked, shuddered and shivered as my cum burst out and flooded BobbyÕs hole. His cock sauce barreled off into my pumping fist and the creamy milk shot all over the sheets, while I wildly pumped his cock faster and faster, my hand a driving blur. The air was thick with the smell of jizz and sweat and sex. ÒCum in me, Daddy! Cum in me!Ó ÒYeah! Ah, yeah! Cumming in you, son! Cumming in you!Ó ÒWork my cock! Jack É that É fucker É OFF!Ó ÒUgh! Ugh! Ugh! Take it, son! Take my load!Ó ÒYeeeaaahhh!Ó Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in me!Ó ÒOh, shit!Ó ÒFuck!Ó ÒFuck!Ó ÒFucking shit!Ó 9


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It was over much too quickly. I knew from then on I would never get enough of my sonÕs perfect ass. ÒYouÕre a nasty little boy,Ó I said, pulling out my cock, rolling him onto his back, and cuddling him. I bent and sucked the last seeping drops of cum from my sonÕs semi-hard penis. ÒAnd IÕve got a good daddy to be nasty with,Ó he said with a wickedly crooked grin. ÒI love you, Daddy.Ó ÒI love you, too, son,Ó I said. He lay cuddled in my arms. I felt closer to him than any human being IÕd ever encountered. Fruit of my loins, and he loved me. Summer vacation was right around the corner. That night after Bobby had gone to bed, my wife and I sat in the living room. She flipped off the television after the eleven oÕclock news. ÒI wish you could do something about BobbyÕs sloppy habits,Ó she sighed. ÒHis roomÕs a mess, and he never cleans up after himself.Ó ÒI know itÕs messy, but itÕs still pretty clean isnÕt it?Ó ÒItÕs an embarrassment. ThereÕs stuff on his mirror.Ó Very carefully, I asked, ÒWhat do you mean, stuff? What sort of stuff?Ó ÒOh, you know, James,Ó she said in that rather fastidious way she has. ÒBoy stuff. Semen. I know that itÕs natural that he masturbates, but he could at least clean it off the mirror. Please speak to him about it.Ó ÒIÕm going up to Cape Ann for about a week when school is out, an assignment from the editor. IÕll take Bobby with me and have a talk with him.Ó ÒGood, IÕll still have two more weeks of teacher workdays, but you two have a good time for me. I promised her we would.

Joe Ronan by Emmett Lyon Joe Ronan is a handsome guy in his mid-fifties whose house is a few miles from our place in the woods just outside of Granville. Joe raised three boys on his own after his wife was killed in a car accident some twenty years ago, but theyÕre all grown now and moved on Ð two are on the west coast, I think, and the youngest is some sort of journalist living in Paris. In any case, I guess Joe was feeling at loose ends Ð you know, a big empty house with no kids Ð so it seemed perfectly natural when Joe stopped by one day and offered to take my son fishing. That must have been almost two years ago now, and the two of them get along great. Joe and Timmy Ð thatÕs my boy Ð spend almost every Saturday together, and once in a while theyÕll take the whole weekend for a camping trip. I know Timmy looks forward to the time he spends with Joe, and my wife and I are pleased to know our sonÕs in good hands. When Joe drives up, TimmyÕs usually waiting right by the door, and before you can say, ÒJack Robinson,Ó heÕs flown down the drive to give 10


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Joe a big hug. To tell the truth, IÕm a little jealous of how close theyÕve become, but I suppose thatÕs pretty normal. I watch Joe as he lifts Timmy into his pickup truck and marvel at the shape that manÕs in Ð an impressively trim and muscular body that would make any fella proud. They make quite a contrast, Joe and my boy. TimmyÕs small and smooth and he moves like quicksilver. Joe, on the other hand, is solid like a tree and stands 6Õ2Ó with salt-and-pepper hair that seems to be pretty much everywhere. Dressed in chinos and an old work shirt, JoeÕs one handsome dog Ð at least I think so, and I bet Timmy does, too. Well, we wave and theyÕre off for another weekend. I imagine Timmy scooting over on the seat once theyÕre around the corner to get closer to Joe, and JoeÕs big hand settling on my boyÕs thigh as they head off to his house. Timmy wiggles around until Joe grins and moves his hand to cover my sonÕs crotch, giving his stiff little dick a playful squeeze. Timmy smiles too, and with an ease born of experience, unzips JoeÕs chinos and fishes his fat, fleshy cock out through the fly of his boxers to play with it. Soon, TimmyÕs looking at JoeÕs rock-hard, eight-anda-half inches, dribbling clear nectar from the head. The manÕs meat is too thick for Timmy to wrap a single hand all the way around. Joe moans when Timmy leans forward to lick up his juice, but when the boy begins to suck in earnest, Joe makes him stop so heÕll be able to drive safely. Ruffling my sonÕs hair, he tells him to be patient. At the house, the fishing rods and tackle boxes stay in the closet as Joe and Timmy climb the stairs to the big bedroom at the back. Joe sits on the bed and slowly undresses my boy, slipping his T-shirt over his head and sliding his shorts and briefs down past his slender hips. For a few minutes, Joe just runs his big hands over TimmyÕs soft skin, feeling his smooth, slim limbs and stroking his sweet ass. Timmy trembles at his caresses, and his boydick jumps up and down at every new touch. This is just the beginning of their weekly ritual that will climax much later when TimmyÕs small body is pressed deep into the mattress, with JoeÕs big dick pinning him down, stretching his boyhole to its limit. But now, they simply lick, touch, kiss. Joe stands and removes his clothes, giving Timmy full access to his body. My son is wild to be free to touch JoeÕs hairy chest, to bury his young face in the tangle of the manÕs dense pubic bush, to lick the salty sweat from his thighs as JoeÕs cock and balls swing like a stallionÕs Ð only inches from my boyÕs hungry eyes. The lessons Joe has taught Timmy over the last two years serve them both well; thereÕs no trace of shame or embarrassment as Timmy lies on the bed, his legs spread wide, begging Joe to play with his boycunt. Kneeling between the boyÕs legs, Joe obliges by cupping my sonÕs buttocks in his strong hands and raising TimmyÕs smooth, pink asshole to his lips. Soon, Timmy whimpers happily as JoeÕs tongue snakes in and out, loosening him up, driving him crazy. Timmy can feel the older manÕs stubble scraping against the tender flesh of his inner thighs and spreads his legs even wider to take more 11


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of JoeÕs probing tongue. Joe smiles as he sees what a hot little pussyboy TimmyÕs become in their weekly sessions together. Scooting around on the bed, Joe positions his hairy ass over TimmyÕs face and slowly lowers his weight down until he feels my boyÕs tongue fluttering at his asshole like a hummingbird. Effortlessly, Joe lifts TimmyÕs butt up perpendicular to the bed so he can continue to rim him while he grinds his own ass back and forth on my sonÕs face. First one finger, then two worm their way into TimmyÕs hole, as Joe patiently stretches my boy wider and wider, preparing his boyÕs ass to take a manÕs cock. TimmyÕs muffled moans of pleasure guarantee a steady drip of pre-cum from the purplish helmet of JoeÕs cock, and he occasionally scoops up the cock-honey to add to his spit as he lubes my boyÕs pussy. Sliding back a little more, Joe lets Timmy suck and chew on his big balls. TimmyÕs in heaven as he tries to open his jaw wide enough to get even one of the manÕs giant nuts into his mouth, but still Ð even with practice Ð he hasnÕt succeeded. By now, JoeÕs got four thick fingers inside my son, and he isnÕt surprised to hear Timmy whining to be fucked. In one motion, Joe grabs my boy by the waist, slides him out from under, and flips him around so that Timmy is kneeling in front of his fat man-cock. Slowly, Joe feeds his swollen dick into TimmyÕs mouth, his hand on the back of my sonÕs head, forcing him to swallow inch after inch. When Joe gets a good fuck-rhythm going, he leans forward over TimmyÕs back and shoves his fingers back into my boyÕs tight pussy and drools some hot spit into the hole heÕll be pounding long into the day Ð and night. Since Joe doesnÕt want to waste his first load in TimmyÕs mouth, he pulls out and slaps my sonÕs face with his daddy-cock while he cools down a little. Before long, though, neither one can wait for what they both love best, and Timmy kneels at the edge of the bed, doggy-style, to offer up his ass to JoeÕs big, steel-hard dick. Standing behind him, JoeÕs cockhead pushes at the opening of my kidÕs boycunt, and even with all JoeÕs preparation, it takes a few minutes before Timmy can relax enough to let the huge cock stretch his hole wide enough to enter. Once heÕs inside my boy, though, itÕs like a day at the rodeo for those two. In the big mirrors on the wall, Timmy can see JoeÕs gorilla-like torso rising above his own hairless body, and see the older manÕs huge hands clutching his small waist in a viselike grip as the giant cock flies in and out of his boypussy. With his arms bracing him as best they can during JoeÕs deep penetration, my son pushes back against JoeÕs fat prick matching him stroke for stroke. At this point, TimmyÕs cries are incoherent, crazed by lust, and JoeÕs groans almost drown out the sound of his sweaty ballsack slapping against my sonÕs ass. The hard muscles of JoeÕs body glisten with moisture, and TimmyÕs body has begun to quiver in anticipation of his own orgasm. As usual, it is Timmy who cums first, screaming out JoeÕs name as the clear fluid dribbles from 12


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his cockhead. But as TimmyÕs orgasm hits, the spasms of his asshole send Joe over the edge, too, and with a shout, the man unloads volley after volley of semen into my sonÕs willing cunt. Finally, Timmy slides down until he is stretched face-down on the bed, his small body completely covered by the older manÕs , with JoeÕs softening cock still filling his young ass. And just like that, still joined, they sleep. How do I know so much about Joe and my boy? Why do I imagine their sex in such detail? Well, it wasnÕt so very many years ago that I was a boy, and a young father named Joe Ronan taught me how to fish.

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Party on the Waterbed by Joey Spartan MarkÕs parents are out of town so he is able to party with the rest of us at my place. His parents would probably pee in their panties if they knew that I had invited Mark, Jimmy, and Billy to stay over for the night. They donÕt like Billy because heÕs wild. HeÕs always doing some crazy shit. The boy canÕt even keep his pecker in his pants for longer than five minutes. In fact, heÕs running around bare-ass naked right now. His stubby little cock swings wildly as he dances around the room to the Nirvana CD, all the while stopping to take swigs of his beer. ItÕs pretty late now and weÕve been partying all night. The guys like to party at my house Õcause I always have plenty of beer and other party ÒsuppliesÓ. Mark says heÕs ready for bed and Jimmy follows him to the king-sized waterbed in my bedroom. Left alone with me, Billy collapses on the chair in the living room panting heavily. I eye him while he lies back exhausted. HeÕs thin and muscular Ð and not too pretty. HeÕs got big lips and curly hair. One of those fuckable boys. You know the kind; just looking at him can make you cream. HeÕs sweaty and naked and sitting across the room. He throws his leg up over the arm of the chair and his cute cock pokes up at his tummy. I canÕt help myself. I walk over to the chair and kneel in front of him. He is stroking his five incher. He looks up at me. ÒYou want it, donÕt you?Ó he asks. ÒYes.Ó ÒTell me what you want to do with it.Ó ÒI want to suck that fucking cock until you cum down my throat. I want to suck a fucking load out of you and swallow it all.Ó He giggles and takes his hand away from his pole. He smiles as he looks at me. ÒGo for it, dude.Ó he says. I take the creamy little pecker in my hand and point the dribbling tip up towards my mouth. I bend over and put my lips on the head. I lick all around his foreskin. His pole trembles at the attention. Then, I open my mouth wide and swallow the whole fucking thing down to its root. BillyÕs curly pubes tickle my nose. ÒAwww É fuck, yeah!!Ó he exclaims. I work my lips up and down on his fuckstick and begin to fondle his balls. ÒWait,Ó he says, ÒPut your mouth all the way down on it and open up as wide as you can.Ó I do as IÕm told and swallow the tadpole all the way. With the head of his dick tickling the back of my throat, I open my mouth as wide as possible. Billy grabs his cute, hairless berries and brings them up over my chin. He jams his balls into my cock-filled mouth and moans. I wipe my tongue over his balls and kiss his crotch passionately. Billy throws his head back and begs me to finish him off. I let his balls 14


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escape from my mouth and begin to suck him in earnest. After a few pumps on his cock, he begins to breathe heavily. He arches his bubble butt up off the chair and begins to shoot his teen cream down my cocksucking throat. As he comes in my mouth, I reach up under him and run my finger over his tight, little hole. ItÕs as smooth as he is. He bucks up further in the throws of his own orgasm and rams his peter all the way down my throat again before finally cumming all he can. His nutty tasting cream covers my tongue. Finished, he lies back, my hands still under him, and tries to catch his breath. I pull my hands out and begin to rub his smooth legs. I continue to clean the cum up off his cock. Finally, we break apart and relax fully. ÒFuckinÕ A, man!Ó he exclaims. ÒYou fucking suck harder than Mark does.Ó ÒMark blows you?Ó I ask, surprised by this revelation. ÒFuck, yeah,Ó Billy replies with the delight of a tattletale. ÒHeÕs probably in there fuckinÕ Jimmy right now.Ó ÒNo way,Ó I proclaim. ÒWay!Ó he replies knowingly. I get up and go in the bedroom and Billy follows me. His drained pecker swings lazily between his legs. Sure enough, when we get in the bedroom Mark and Jimmy are going at it. But theyÕre not sucking, theyÕre fucking! Mark is lying in bed on his side and Jimmy is pumping his oversized cock into the boyÕs asshole. Having sucked on JimmyÕs gigantic pole several times, I canÕt believe Mark can get the huge thing up his tight shitter. JimmyÕs dick must be twice the size of MarkÕs. ÒMark just loves to get his little butt hole plugged. DonÕt you, Markey?Ó Billy says as he lies next to the boy. Billy pats his buddy on the head. Mark responds by reaching out to grab BillyÕs dick and then he begins to jack on him. ÒAnd just whose spit is this on your dick, as if I didnÕt know?Ó Mark asks. Billy turns a littler red but his dick just gets hard in MarkÕs hand. Jimmy just keeps fucking away, oblivious to all of us. He begins to pump furiously and Mark bounces wildly in front of him. Raising up his head and snorting like a wild animal, Jimmy begins to cum up MarkÕs cute, tanned butt. He moans loudly, as is his wont, and pumps his huge load up MarkÕs hole. The stuff starts dribbling out of MarkÕs butt even before JimmyÕs through pumping the huge load out of his gargantuan dick. Mark is in ecstasy over the abuse his shitter is taking. He loves it. He pumps on BillyÕs now erect cock with vigor. ÒShit, buddy,Ó Billy gasps, ÒyouÕre gonna pull the fucker out by the root if you ainÕt careful.Ó Jimmy rolls off MarkeyÕs cute ass and his huge, empty dick flops onto his leg. He lies on his back. 15


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Markey moves down a little now and begins to suck on JimmyÕs cock, straining to get that second sweet load out of him. I take out my dick and begin to jack off watching all the action. ÒGet up here and fuck him,Ó Billy says. ÒHeÕll suck me much harder if youÕve got your dick up his ass.Ó You donÕt have to ask me twice. I push the resting Jimmy out of the way and get up behind Mark. My hard prick slides easily into his ass after the beating itÕs just taken from Jimmy. His spent seed acts as a lubricant and IÕm into Mark all the way before I even know it. ÒHold up a second,Ó Billy says to me as he pops MarkÕs head up off of his spit-covered dick. He looks at his fuck-buddy right in the eyes, holding his chin. ÒI want you to suck out my load, buddy,Ó he says to Mark. ÒAnd I want you to work that tight little ass of yours for Joey, too. Show him how much you like getting that cute little butt of yours fucked. Remember, he invited us all over and provided the party supplies tonight so weÕve got to thank him properly. Okay?Ó Mark nods his head yes and looks back at me with the biggest, cutest doe-eyes IÕve ever seen. ÒThanks for the party,Ó he says sweetly. Billy turns the boyÕs face around and glides MarkÕs cocksucking mouth back to his peter. Billy nods to me and I resume fucking my pole into MarkÕs tight little hole. Mark wiggles his butt around as I jam my entire length up his brown-eye. I wrap my arms around his waist and begin to fuck him in earnest. He meets my every thrust and buries my boner up inside of him to the max with every stroke as his head bobs up and down on his best friendÕs cock. As Jimmy sleeps beside us, the three of us have the most intense sexual experience weÕve ever had. IÕm boning MarkÕs butt while I pull like crazy on his previously untouched dick. Meanwhile, Mark is bobbing wildly on BillyÕs dick, tapping his nut for the second load of sweet cream to come out of his Õnads in the past fifteen minutes. Unable to take MarkÕs tight, rhythmic clenching any longer, I reach the boiling point and begin to shoot my cum up his ass. As I begin to erupt, I feel his ass spasm around my pole and his cock twitching in my hand. He begins to fire out his creamy load, the droplets of cum smearing over his cockhead. Billy, almost in sequence, grabs MarkÕs head and pulls his buddyÕs mouth down all the way to the base of his cock. He snorts and dumps his load into the boyÕs mouth. Mark is now covered in our cum. My load is seeping out of his ass, BillyÕs load dribbles out of his mouth onto his chin and the boyÕs own load is smeared all over his cock, balls, and pubes. We lie together, breathing hard and sweating. ÒGod damn,Ó Billy finally whispers, Òexcept for fucking around with my Uncle Steve, this is the best I ever had.Ó ÒThis is definitely the best IÕve ever had!Ó Mark says sheepishly as 16


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he turns to look at me. I pull his cute face towards mine and begin licking BillyÕs sweet load off his chin. As IÕd hoped, Mark moves to meet me and we kiss passionately as Billy rolls onto his back. As we break our kiss, I continue to look Mark deeply in the eyes. We connect. ÒThanks for the party,Ó I whisper.

The Coaches by J. Robert Handcock In high school, the rule was you dressed out for gym unless you were dead. Even when you were excused from the exercise, you dressed out, and the assistant gym instructor found something for you to do. I really liked gym. For some reason, I especially liked seeing all the guys naked and in jock straps (another mandatory part of gym). I was a little afraid of my feelings but I noticed that I wasnÕt the only one that had roving eyes when the jocks were down. I didnÕt advertise that I liked looking at the naked bodies. I just did my thing and got out of there as fast as I could Ð before I sprouted one hell of a hardon and would have to do something drastic before it would go down. At the same time, I realized that I didnÕt care much for girls but that didnÕt bother me. I guess it was my dad saying that it Òwas just a phaseÓ. Oh, if we had both known then what we know now. I had played soccer in gym on Friday and had twisted my ankle. Coach looked at it but didnÕt seem too concerned. He told me to go ahead and shower and then he would look at it. He just wrapped it and let it go. Saturday morning, it was swollen twice its normal size and Mother carried my butt to the doctor and he told me to stay off it as much as possible for a week. So when I went to gym the following Monday Ð ankle still swollen Ð Coach took one look at the bandage and told the assistant that I was his. I dressed out and when the rest of the guys headed for the field, I went with the assistant coach to the storage room. After we got inside and he locked the door, he said we might as well strip to our jocks because it was so hot and dirty in there. I didnÕt think that much about it and stripped just as fast as he did. Actually, I wanted to strip. I wanted to see this man naked and I wasnÕt the least bit disappointed. He was a college football player Ð a tackle, I think Ð doing his student teaching. He was all muscle and about as hairy as an ape. I remember I really liked to look at him when he didnÕt have his shirt on (which was not very often). I had and have always been fascinated by hairy chested men, even my own father. I was even more fascinated when Coach pulled his shorts off. Even his his ass was hairy, and when turned around to face me, I about had a heart attack, I was so excited. I mean, I was raping the man with my eyes. I wanted to play around with him 17


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like my brother and I had been doing in bed for the past couple of years. I especially couldnÕt keep from staring at his jock pouch. ÒYou like what you see?Ó he asked, smiling. I was scared. Too scared to answer. ÒDonÕt worry. I like what I see. WeÕre just gonna have some fun.Ó He stretched out on one of the rolled up wrestling mats, on his back. ÒCÕmere and straddle my head facinÕ my feet,Ó he said. ÒIÕm gonna eat your ass.Ó I did what he told me, thinking that he was playing some kind of game. He wrapped his arms around my thighs from underneath and pulled me down, spreading the cheeks of my ass. I gasped and jerked as I felt his mouth make contact with my naked asshole, his tongue drilling into it. He held me tight and I heard him groan. At first I wanted to get off him but then, as he speared my hole with his tongue again and again, and I heard his groans of pleasure, I relaxed and began to enjoy it. Then I didnÕt want to stop. I felt my seven inch cock throb inside my jock, getting painfully hard and beginning to leak my usually heavy flow of cock lube. I looked down and watched his big cock stretch out and harden up inside his jock. He squeezed his beefy thighs together and reached down with one hand to adjust his crank inside the pouch. When he took his hand out, the big, dark head and a couple inches of the thick shaft were sticking out above the wide waistband of the jock. There was a thick drop of clear pre-cum oozing from the slit in the cockhead. With his hands, he took my arms and pulled me forward to lie atop him. My chest fit into the dip of his muscle-plated stomach. Like I said, my brother and I had been playing around for the past couple of years so I was no virgin to male sex. But for my brother and me, it was mainly just playing. You know, groping, goosing, jerking off, a little experimental sucking (which I really liked on both the active and passive side) and between-the-legs fucking. He had told me a lot of things he had heard from other guys. I didnÕt know at the time that he had already been to the storage room with the coaches. But anyway É. ÒDonÕt be afraid to do whatever you want,Ó he said. ÒYouÕll like it. Just let yourself go and enjoy.Ó I could feel his hot, hard, hairy, sweaty body below me, against mine. My cock was rock hard. His tongue was insistent, maddening. I could smell the hot, sweaty aroma of his crotch. I watched more lube ooze from his cockhead. I felt the sweaty heat. I felt the hot flesh of his cock as I touched bare skin, and felt it throb and jerk under my fingers. My mouth was dry, and,at the same time, full of saliva. I was hungry for cock. He dug his chin into the base of my jock and began licking at the area between my balls and my hole. I groaned and writhed on top of him. His fingers teased at the rim of my ass, stretching the muscle. His tongue went deeper. I couldnÕt understand how anybody could suck an 18


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asshole but I knew it felt wonderful and I wasnÕt about to ask him to quit. Not then. Maybe not ever. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the bland saltiness of his pre-cum and his cockhead. It wasnÕt at all unlike my brotherÕs, just hotter and bigger and slightly saltier Ð more sweaty. He groaned more loudly and his cock jumped. I grew bolder. I took the head inside my mouth and ran my tongue over it. He writhed, fucking his cock toward my mouth, arching his body off the wrestling mat. ÒDamn, youÕre fun!Ó he said. ÒLetÕs get out of these jocks so we can really get to each other.Ó I stood up and stripped off my jock. My cock stood out in front of me like a flagpole. I wanted to grab it and jack it off and shoot my load. Already, a big drop of clear pre-cum was oozing out of the slit. I watched the coach, his back to me, slide his jock down his legs to his ankles. I could see his huge balls hanging between them. I saw the pucker of his asshole through the thick hair. I watched the play of the muscles under the hairy, sweat wet skin. I watched as he turned to face me. My vision riveted to his groin. Damn! Compared to my own and my older brotherÕs cock, this cock was HUGE. His cock was as hard as mine. Long. Very fat. Thick veins running along the shaft. That huge head was shiny with pre-cum and my spit. His cock was so big it wouldnÕt stand out straight but angled slightly downward. His balls were big and hairy and full and hung low. ÒIÕm gonna eat you alive,Ó he said, taking his position on the rolled up mat. ÒFeed me that big cock of yours.Ó I straddled his head and felt his hot, sweaty hand grab my joint, bending it to his mouth. I felt his tongue teasing the head. I felt the firm circle of his lips. I watched my cock sink inch after inch into his mouth. I groaned and leaned forward. I fucked the last inches of my meat into his mouth and felt the head slide into the tightness of his throat. His hands were on my hips. He was making me back up and then press forward, his tongue racing over the tingling surface. He groaned. I echoed it. I looked down in front of me at his huge cock. It bobbed and weaved above his hairy belly, the slit oozing pre-cum. I leaned forward more and took his drooling cockhead into my mouth and tasted the slight saltiness. I felt his cock pulse and throb inside my mouth. I took in a few inches, the thickness stretching my mouth wider apart. I was fucking his mouth. He was fucking mine. I could feel my nuts getting tighter. I was going to cum. I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. He was going to cum. He was fingering my ass, sucking noisily. He groaned loudly. I felt my load explode into his hungry mouth. Again and again my load shot out and I grunted with every gush. It felt like my nuts were going to crack like eggs. I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was gasping for air. I was seeing stars. I felt my entire body jerking. 19


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When my eyes focused again, I saw his big cock in front of me, his big, hairy hand wrapped around it, racing up and down. I could feel his steely muscles twitching and relaxing under me. I could see the thighs tensing, straining. It seemed like I could hear the slit of his cockhead gape open and then shoot out the first few jets of cum. The big, thick globs erupted out in many quick, hard jets. I felt thick, hot drops land on my body and face. I saw big drops land in the hairy, muscletensed belly and groin, thick ropes of cum connecting glob to cockhead. I watched his climax until the thick jets became only a thick seepage and his once proud cock softened to a firm, drained hunk of meat. Curious but tentative, I stuck out my tongue and tasted the thick nectar of his cum. It was warm and sweet. It was good. I licked some up and savored the taste. I felt him relax below me. I knew I would never again let a load of cock-cream be wasted. Then, I began wondering what my brotherÕs cum and what my cum tasted like. But, thatÕs another story. ÒIÕve wanted to do that ever since the first day I saw you naked in the locker room,Ó he said from below me. ÒYou can shoot your big load down my throat any time you want, kid. Or, if things go right, maybe up my ass.Ó The next day was the same. Then, on Wednesday, I let him shoot off in my mouth for the first time and I loved the taste even more. It took me an extra day to get up the courage to take a full load of his cum. It was like thick, creamy gravy, but sweet. I urged every possible drop from him hungrily. He jokingly told me that eating cum would grow hair on my chest. I later learned that that wasnÕt true. Since my dad and my granddad on my motherÕs side were pretty well furred, I guess it was already in the genes. Thursday, I just went after him and got two loads out of that big jock, giving him two of my own. Friday was the day of something new, something I was going to learn to love even more than sucking dick. ÒStraddle my face like you did the first day,Ó he said, stretching out on the rolled up mat. ÒI want you to beat off and when you shoot, shoot into your hand and smear it all over my dick.Ó He lay back, naked, his hard cock pointing at me. I straddled his head, with my naked, hard cock sticking out from my groin. I lowered my ass and immediately felt his tongue and lips go to work on my asshole again, just like the first day. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and dug his tongue as far into me as it would go, wetting it, teasing it. I groaned deep and hard and wiggled my ass, trying to get his tongue deeper into me. I was hot and getting hotter, my hands playing over his hot, hairy, muscle-hardened body. He reached for my hand and put it on my cock. I was already drooling. I felt his fingers prying my ass wider and wider open, wetting it with spit. I jerked my cock slow and hard. I wanted the feeling of his mouth on my ass to last as long as possible. I wanted to cum, too. I sped up my jacking and my breathing became labored. I could hear the loud slurping sounds from 20


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him. It felt as though he were licking my ass from the inside out. ÒIÕm gonna cum!Ó I announced as I felt the bubble in my guts expand to its fullest. I could feel my load in my cock, bloating it, getting ready to erupt. I held my breath. My fist raced up and down my rod. My balls tingled. Then, it happened. The air exploded from my chest and I put my hand over my cockhead and the first jet of cum gushed out. I was even more aware of his tongue in my ass. But I was most aware of the big load I was pumping out into my cupped hand until the gushes became a thick seepage and my straining muscles relaxed. I milked my jock for every possible drop of sperm. ÒSmear it all over my cock,Ó he said, coming out from under me. I did, coating his big, hot crank with my jism. I covered it from head to base. His legs strained. ÒGood. Now, turn around and sit on it.Ó ÒHUH?Ó I questioned. I liked his tongue and fingers up my butt, but I didnÕt know about a cock. Especially one the size he was sporting. ÒYou heard me. Just slide your asshole down over it and let it fill you up and I guarantee youÕll love it. Just relax and enjoy it. ItÕs fantastic.Ó He waited for a moment and then gave me an ultimatum. ÒYouÕve got a choice Ð either you sit on it or IÕll just bend you over and shove it in. One way or another, IÕm gonna plow your butt. And if I were you, IÕd learn real quick to enjoy it.Ó Knowing he meant what he said, I straddled his hips, and taking the cum slick cock in my hand, guided it to my spit slick hole. I eased down a bit and felt the head press against the muscular ring, stretching it. It hurt. ÒRelax and itÕll slide right in,Ó he said, his beefy hands on my hips, holding me in place and gently urging me downward. I took a deep breath and bore down some, feeling the cock beginning to move into me, stretching my hole more and more. Suddenly, he slapped me hard, twice. I saw red and I saw stars. It hurt. Then, I realized I had absorbed every inch of his cock. I was sitting directly on his groin, feeling as though I had a fence post up me. I felt full. He held me still and pulsed his cock and I felt myself adjusting to the meaty bludgeon. I was loosening up. My cock was getting hard again. He must have waited a good five minutes, still pulsing his cock inside me, before he began the slow withdrawal and thrust. He brought his legs up behind me and began scissoring them open and closed, the movement serving to move his cock in and out of me only a short way, but enough. He grabbed my cock and balls and pulled on them just enough to be at the threshold of pain but not hurting. He pinched and tweaked my nipples. I groaned. In a while he got my legs over his shoulders and then easily stood up, picking me up with him. I felt his cock slide deeper into me. He walked around the room for a few minutes, fucking me as he carried me. He finally got us down on the mat, me on my back, and began really fucking me. He was using longer, faster harder strokes. 21


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ÒJust the way I like it,Ó he panted as he fucked. ÒTight, hot, and good!Ó ÒYeah,Ó I answered. In a little while, his strokes got harder and faster. He was gasping for breath. He was sweating. His cock got harder and hotter and bigger. Then, in a wild flurry, he shot his load inside me. I could feel his cock throb and jerk with every gush of cum he shot into me. I could feel the big muscles of his arms straining. I could feel the wet warmth in my guts. My cock was throbbing and drooling between our sweating bellies. I wanted to cum again. He gave me a few more weak thrusts and held still. He grinned down at me. He pulsed his cock inside me but it was beginning to wilt. He was sweating heavily and the wetness was another new and very erotic sensation, combined with the aroma. He looked down at my hard cock and then back at me. ÒYou wanna pop another load?Ó ÒYeah. I wanna fuck you,Ó I answered boldly. ÒOkay,Ó he said. He eased his still big and still firm cock out of me, the head sending a twinge through me as it restretched my ass to escape. He got on the floor on his hands and knees, his legs and ass spread. ÒPut some spit on that honker and give it to me.Ó I spit into my hand and spread the lube over my cock, smearing the flowing pre-cum with it, repeating the process until it was slick and drippy. I applied some to his ass and got behind him. He reached under and guided my cock to his hole. I pressed forward. ÒDonÕt be a fucking pussy,Ó he growled. ÒI like it deep and hard. Shove that big fucker in there.Ó I gathered my strength and with one hard shove, sent every inch of my throbbing cock into his ass. I felt the heat of his guts surround my dick, my balls pressing into his hairy groin. He grunted. I groaned. Immediately, I began fucking him hard and fast. I slammed into him. He moaned. I panted and gasped. I held his hips. He fucked his ass back at my cock, tightening the muscles, milking me. He reached under to play with my nuts. Shortly, I was shooting my load deep inside him. I lay down on top of him and he lay down on his belly. I felt his cum oozing from my ass. I felt my heart pounding inside my chest and the wetness of our sweat between our bodies. I felt his ass milking my softening cock for every possible drop of cum. ÒYouÕre good,Ó he said. ÒYou can come over to my place any time you want and weÕll fuck and suck like minks. How about it?Ó ÒYeah,Ó I grunted. The next week I was back in regular gym class. I was slowed a bit, but I tried. I felt a little sorry that the big assistant coach seemed to ignore me but I got over it when I noticed him give me subtle winks and smiles. The Thursday of that week, I got a new surprise when the head coach asked me to come to his office after school. I was a little worried but I was there immediately after my last class. I knocked on the door. He 22


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told me to enter. ÒLock the door,Ó he said. ÒI donÕt want anybody barginÕ in while we have this little talk.Ó I did as he said and turned back to him. He was sitting behind his desk, still wearing his sweat shirt, whistle, and ball cap. He didnÕt smile. He was noticeably bigger than the assistant coach. Just from looking, I could see he was just as solidly built, if not better built. His arms were bigger, more massive, and the tattoos added something to the look, something very appealing to me, seemingly even more masculine. Add to that the fact that his arms were heavily furred. ÒWell. What did you and Coach Paul do last week while you were crippled?Ó he asked. ÒI know you didnÕt clean up the storage room.Ó I was scared. What was I supposed to say? How are you supposed to tell an almost total stranger that you spent the entire week learning to suck cock and get fucked by a man. Still, I knew I had to tell him. My respect for the man demanded it. His stare was intense and piercing. I swallowed hard. I could hear beads of cold sweat breaking out on my face. My mouth was suddenly dry. Eagles were having a dog fight in the pit of my belly. ÒWe fucked and sucked each other,Ó I blurted. He was silent for a minute, just staring at me. ÒDid you like it?Ó ÒYes, sir, Coach,Ó I choked. I was terrified. I was going to be revealed as a queer. My dad would kill me or disinherit me. My friends, few as they were, would abandon me. IÕd never be allowed to play on any sports teams. IÕd be kicked out of school and never get to follow my fatherÕs wish for me to become a Marine. ÒWhat did you like the best?Ó he asked, his tone softer than before, stretching his hands over his head, locking the fingers together and then cupping the back of his head, his eyes piercing my chest like burning rods. The action pulled his sweat shirt up and I saw his hairy belly. ÒI liked it all.Ó ÒYeah. But what did you like the most? What really got your nuts in an uproar? What do you think about when you beat your meat now?Ó I thought for a minute. The feeling of the manÕs mouth on my cock and balls and ass had been great, but the feeling of his big cock sliding in and out of my ass was really fantastic. My cock throbbed inside my pants with the memory. ÒI liked getting fucked the best,Ó I said matter-of-factly. ÒDid you fuck him?Ó ÒYes, sir. It was good, but I like the rest of it, too. I wouldnÕt turn down a chance to do any of it again, Coach, especially if I got my butt fucked again.Ó He grinned at me for the first time and I felt a little relieved. ÒAre you gonna turn queer on me?Ó he asked, taking off his cap and whistle. ÒOh, NO, SIR, Coach,Ó I protested. I knew I liked men but I never 23


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considered myself to be queer. ÒGood. I donÕt want no queers around me,Ó he said as he raised one bushy eyebrow and a strange smirk came onto his face. I suddenly got a very nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I watched as he pulled his sweat shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his super body. He wasnÕt as hairy or as dark as the assistant coach but he was definitely more massive and more solid looking. Raw power! Suddenly, in a voice that was familiar from class, he gave a very simple order. ÒStrip.Ó As fast as I could, I peeled off my clothes and soon stood naked in front of the man. I felt a little strange about the situation. I could feel his eyes watching every move I made. He talked as I stripped. I prayed I wouldnÕt get a hardon just then, but I wasnÕt having much luck keeping it soft. ÒYou think you might want to be a team manager? IÕm lookinÕ for a good man for the job. I know you probably want to play football and baseball and all that but you just might not be a player,Ó he said. ÒDonÕt get me wrong. Try out for every team but find the sport you like best. From the looks of you I think youÕd probably be best in baseball or track. Think about it.Ó ÒThereÕs nothing to think about, sir,Ó I said. ÒI do want to play baseball but I wasnÕt very happy with the idea of playing football. That was my fatherÕs idea. IÕd really like to be a manager for your teams, Coach, if you think I could manage it.Ó ÒIf I didnÕt think you could manage it, I wouldnÕt have offered it to you. And one of your jobs will be to manage this.Ó He rolled his chair back from the desk and stood up. My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped. He was naked. Not only that but, his huge cock Ð even bigger than the assistant coachÕs Ð was standing out from his body like a flagpole. His incredibly huge nuts hung low. His big cockhead was already drooling. My mouth was dry. I licked my lips. I stared. ÒWhy donÕt you strip down and get up on the desk. Coach Paul said you were a good piece of ass. I just gotta find out for myself.Ó It took me a minute to get into action as I watched him fisting his huge cock but once I started, the clothes were off in a hurry and I was on the desk, on my belly, my legs spread as wide as possible, my aching cock caught between my belly and the desk top. My ass itched deep inside. I had been making frequent visits to the assistant coachÕs bed that week Ð every night, in fact Ð but still, I wasnÕt sure I could handle this manÕs giant rod. I was sure as hell gonna give it my best shot, though. ÒNo. On your back,Ó he said. I turned over and he smeared saliva over his giant cock. I lay back and brought my legs up. He smeared more spit over my ass and then eased a wet finger up it, twisting his finger around, exciting me and loosening me up as he greased my hole. He pulled out and inserted two 24


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fingers, then three. I moaned. It felt good. He took his fingers out and replaced them with the drooling head of his oversized cock and began to push. I felt the pressure. I felt the burning itch. I helped as best I could, relaxing my ass, pulling my cheeks further apart. It felt like a babyÕs fist trying to get into me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Suddenly, the head and part of the shaft slid into me. I gasped. He groaned and held still for a minute. He fucked slowly back and forth, sending more of the huge meat into me on every thrust. I wiggled my ass as best I could. I felt the tickle of his thick bush of cockhair and the press of his groin against my ass. I felt his cock sliding deeper and deeper into me. He held still again, pulsing his cock. It felt like the head of it was up in my stomach. He was far deeper than the other man had been. The thickness of his cock was stretching my ass more than it had been stretched before. My ass was packed full. ÒHe was right,Ó he panted. ÒYou ARE one hell of a piece of ass. IÕm gonna make this last for a while. WeÕre gonna get along real fine.Ó He began a slow, long-stroked fuck that sent over half his huge cock in and out of my butt. He held my ankles, holding my legs wide apart. I could feel the gentle slap of his big balls against my ass every time he thrust into me. I ran my hands over his huge body, feeling the thick hair and dampness of sweat. I pulled his firm tits as he fucked me, teasing them, urging him on. My own nuts were drawn up to the base of my cock. I was drooling. A thick drop of cum dripped from my aching cock to my belly, remaining connected to the cockhead by a thin string of clear fluid. His cock was constantly rubbing a spot inside my ass that set a steady flow of electricity through me. He rested my ankles over his shoulders and began to pinch and roll my peaked nipples. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. I pulled at the thick hair on his chest and then gave his nipples the same treatment he was giving mine. He groaned, closed his eyes and let his head fall back, mouth open. He liked it. It did feel good. He rammed me harder, deeper. I caressed his huge arms from his busy hands to his broad, thick shoulders, feeling the hard, flexing muscles under the hot hairy skin. I went back to his nipples. He groaned again. I reached back between his spread legs, and grabbed his big, tight balls, tickling them. He moaned louder. ÒYou really like this, donÕt you, kid? You know just how to turn a man on, donÕt you? Yeah! hold my nuts while I fuck you. You really know how to tear me up, kid. Tear me up and turn me on. Yeah! Like that! Yeah! IÕm really gonna slap the meat to you now.Ó I wrapped one hand around his big sac and went back to his nipples with the other. He sped up his fuck-thrusts. Every thrust hit bottom hard and massaged that spot inside my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward so I was at his mercy. Every stroke was hard and deep. His cock was pounding up in my belly, seemingly into my chest. 25


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Suddenly, I let out a grunt and started shooting my load all over both of us. I closed my eyes and could see him fucking me harder and faster. I felt my body jerk with every shot of cum. His big cock felt incredibly huge inside me as my ass tightened around it. ÒAH, FUCK!Ó he grunted, almost too loud. He slammed into me very hard a couple more times and then held still, his cock all the way up inside me. I felt that iron bar jerk and throb. I felt his body jerk. I squeezed down with my ass. He groaned, gasping for breath. He lay on top of me, both of us trying to get back to normal. I felt his cock throb inside me for a long time and his entire body would spasm every now and then, even after his cock had gone soft inside me. Finally, he stood up and eased his wilted sausage out of me, the head even giving a slight pop as it was pulled out. I knew for sure that I had been royally fucked. I could feel the thick cum oozing out of my ass. He stared at me for a moment and then smiled. ÒI think weÕre gonna get along just great,Ó he said. He turned and got a couple of towels and tossed one to me. ÒYouÕre a better fuck than my wife. LetÕs shower, big boy.Ó Just then, the door opened and Coach Paul came in. He took one look and knew what had happened (as if he hadnÕt known it was going to happen). ÒNot just yet,Ó he said, closing and locking the door. ÒI need me some of that ass.Ó In about the time it takes to tell it, he was naked and on his knees and was sucking my ass for every possible drop of CoachÕs cum he could tongue out of there. When he was satisfied that he couldnÕt get any more, he lubed up his cock with spit and cum. I relaxed and in a few seconds, his big cock was balls deep in me and he was plowing my butt like he was plowing corn. Coach had sat back down and watched and seemed to really enjoy the sight of his big assistant working me over. It didnÕt take very long for the man to get up a full heat of steam and get to the edge of his climax. As a matter of fact, I felt like he had been priming his dick for some time. When I reached up and pinched his nipples and tugged on the hair on his chest, he groaned, went stiff, and shot his load up me. ÒNow youÕve got me hard again,Ó Coach said, coming around the desk, his huge cock full hard and ready. ÒJust ease out real slow,Ó he said from behind the younger man. ÒI wanna slide in on the load of cum you just left in there.Ó Coach Paul did just as he was told, dragging me off the desk some. Then, he slowly eased his softening cock from my ass until the head slipped free of the stretched sphincter. Coach took his place between my legs, aimed his rehardened cock at my cum-slickened hole and slid in all the way to his big balls in one move that brought groans of pleasure from both of us. In just a moment, he was fucking me just as hard and deep as he had fucked me before and it felt just as wonderful. What was different was that Coach Paul was now, somehow, between our 26


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legs, sucking our asses and Coachテ不 balls while the man was plowing my butt. It was a wild sensation to have a hard, hot, hole-stretching cock running in and out of my ass and, at the same time, to have a wild tongue dancing over the connection between the two. Combine that with the fact that Coachテ不 cock was rubbing my gland like crazy and it was no wonder I was close to shooting my load in no time. 27


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ÒShoot it!Ó Coach mumbled. It was like an order and I always obey orders. I let out a groan and I was once again painting the two of us with my thick cum. In a second, Coach Paul was up there with my cock as far inside his mouth as he could get it, sucking for every drop of cum as though his life depended on it. Once my dick was drained, he sat about licking up what I had already shot onto us. ÒGod, thatÕs good,Ó he groaned. ÒYeah!Ó Coach agreed, rolling me into that tight little ball again and really shoving the meat to me, just as he had the first time and it was just as good this time. It took him longer to shoot off but when he did, it was every bit as powerful as the first time and the climax lasted just as long. I could feel his cock throbbing and jerking deep inside me. I grabbed both hands full of hair and pulled. He groaned hard and loud and then shocked me when he pressed his mouth to mine and sent his tongue halfway down my throat. He broke the kiss just as fast as he started it and his climax ebbed and his cock started to soften inside me and we both relaxed. He slowly pulled his cock from my butt and stood up. ÒItÕs been a hell of a long time since a manÕs got me that hot,Ó he said. Then, to Coach Paul, ÒI just left a hot load of protein in there for you, Paul. CÕmere and clean off my dick and his ass and then weÕll all shower.Ó Coach Paul was sucking on CoachÕs cock like he was one of PavlovÕs dogs that had just heard the bell ring. He took the manÕs huge cock all the way to his big, hairy nuts and sucked it clean of cum. Then, he lay down on the floor on his back and Coach Paul told me to squat down over his face and let him eat out my ass. I did and watched as the man feverishly jacked off as he ate the cum out of my ass. I couldnÕt take it very long and soon was swallowing his cock to the balls down my throat and letting him send another load of cum into me. Finally, all of us drained and exhausted, we made our way to the shower where there was more groping and playing but nothing serious developed. That would have to wait for some other time. And it did happen. Many other times. I spent many hours getting both menÕs hard dicks up my ass and down my throat, swallowing gallons of their thick, hot, creamy cum. Even during the summer we got together regularly and many times all three of us were in bed together. They even took me to a coachÕs seminar with them and that lasted for a week. What we did in the motel room during that week is subject matter for a full book. Suffice to say that we tried it all, even trying out some water sports and few other kinky things. The interesting thing was that I was never interested in any other man or boy the entire time I was in school and you can believe me when I say there were some real hunks on those teams. And nothing out of the ordinary was ever mentioned or hinted by anybody. I remember the first time I came home on leave after joining the Marines. I had both coaches in the office after a football game. By then, 28


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of course, I had learned how to really suck a dick and eat out an ass as well as fuck one, and a lot of other things. Still, I liked it best when those two hunks plowed my butt for all they were worth and, believe me, they did plenty of it in those twenty days I was home. I think I even left walking more like a sailor than a jarhead.

Dad Teaches Me a Lesson Anonymous I was playing catch with a friend in our front yard one summer day when I sent the ball sailing through the picture window of our living room. Dad was the only one home, and I knew he would be really pissed off. My friend said, ÒSee you later. Good luck.Ó I thought about taking off, too, but decided it would be better to take my punishment now. Dad was pretty strict (he used to be a Marine) and the last time I had gotten into big trouble he had taken me over his knee and spanked my bare ass. That had been over a year ago. Maybe this time I would be grounded or wouldnÕt get allowance until the window was paid for. When I came in the door, there stood Dad. All he said was, ÒUp to your room, young man.Ó After a couple of minutes, he opened my door and said, ÒBilly, I have to teach you a lesson about your carelessness. YouÕre going to get a spanking. Take down your pants.Ó He sat on my bed as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. ÒTake down your underpants, too, Billy. This is going to be on your bare bottom.Ó I felt my face flush bright red as I lowered my white jockey shorts slowly, revealing my recently maturing cock. For some reason, my dick was sticking out in a partial erection. I noticed Dad staring at my crotch for a few seconds before he pulled me across his lap, face down. As my cock rubbed against his leg, Dad said ÒBilly, IÕm giving you thirteen hard spanks. I hope it will teach you to be more careful in the future.Ó And with that, his hand came down hard on my upraised ass, stinging sharply. I promised myself I wouldnÕt cry, but I wiggled all around on DadÕs lap as his hand came down again and again. Finally, he finished and let me up. To my surprise, and his, my four and a half inch cock was standing straight up in a raging hardon. I put my hands in front of my crotch, totally embarrassed. Dad said sternly ÒBilly, put your hands by your sides and stand up straight.Ó I did as I was told. I couldnÕt look him in the eye, but instead looked down at my cock which only made it pulse harder. ÒBilly, youÕve grown a lot in the past year.Ó He gazed at my handsome young erection, standing up in the patch of pubic hair that was slightly darker than the shaggy mop of blond hair on my head. ÒDo you jerk off?Ó asked Dad. My face flushed even hotter as I shyly answered ÒYeah, sometimesÓ I had actually been doing it at least once a day. 29


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ÒShow me how you do it,Ó he instructed. I hesitated and looked at him in surprise. ÒDo as youÕre told, Billy,Ó he said firmly. Slowly, I brought my hand up to my hard cock and began to stroke it gently. The more I stroked, the more I let the powerful feelings of lust take over my feelings of shame, I stroked harder and jutted my cock forward toward Dad, proudly showing off my young manhood. When I looked over at him, he was rubbing his own crotch through his pants and smiled at me. I smiled back. ÒStop for a minute, Billy, and IÕll get some things that I use when I jerk off.Ó He came back from his bedroom with a plastic bottle that was labeled ÒPersonal LubricantÓ and an office file folder. When he handed me the folder, I saw that it contained page after page of erotic pictures of beautiful nude young women, some alone, some being fucked by handsome young studs, some sucking off large cocks. ÒNow put some of this lube on your hand and your cock and feel the difference,Ó he said. When my hand glided along my slippery erect shaft, I moaned with pleasure and closed my eyes. Warm waves of sexual ecstasy flowed from my cock to my brain as I firmly stroked my young hard flesh. When I opened my eyes again, Dad had his pants and undershorts pulled off and was applying lube to his own dick. DadÕs cock was 6 inches of well-proportioned, hard flesh, and looking at it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. He stood up and we jerked off side-by-side. He stood about 5Õ 10Ó and was wellmuscled. I was only about 5Õ 2Ó and slender, but was starting to get some muscle definition. The stack of porn pictures was on my desk, and we both looked at them while we pumped our slick hardons. As he turned the pages, I saw to my amazement and pleasure that the pictures switched from being women or man/woman couples to being individual nude men showing hard cocks or man/man couples engaged in sexual activity. Dad looked at me to see my reaction, and I said, ÒJeez, Dad, these are really hot pictures,Ó and pumped on my cock even harder, totally turned on by the images. ÒTake off your shirt and lie down on the bed, Billy. IÕll give you something to remember.Ó I lay down, and he began to run his hands over my entire body, slowly stroking my hairless chest, then letting his hands slide down my tight belly. Then he began to pump slowly but firmly on my slippery, hard penis. While one hand masturbated me with agonizingly slow intensity, the other stroked my slender legs. As he kept moving his hand up and down exquisitely on my straining, lube-slick cock, the other hand came up to gently caress my hairless ball-sack. Then the hand slid down and a finger brushed lightly against my puckered, virgin ass. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some directly on the tight hole, massaging it in with his finger, dipping into the tender bud to distribute the lubrication inside my body. My mind was reeling from the intense sensation of my cock being expertly jerked and my ass being 30


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stimulated for the first time. I closed my eyes and grabbed hold of my legs, pulling them back to allow my father easier access between my ass cheeks. My mind and body were on fire with sexual pleasure. ÒBilly, IÕm going to put my dick in your ass. It may hurt a little at first, but IÕll be as gentle as I can and pretty soon it will start to feel really good.Ó ÒDo it, I want you to,Ó I gasped, riding a wave of pure lust. He quickly removed his shirt, spread lube on his still-hard cock, and positioned himself on his knees between my spread legs. Holding his cockhead against the outside of the sensitive hole, he rubbed it back and forth slowly, sending a shiver of pleasure up through my body. Then he pushed the head slowly into me and I relaxed the tight muscle, feeling the strange sensation of pleasure mixed with mild pain. I reached down to grab my straining boner, and the cumulative sensations from my ass and my penis took my breath away. The more his hot erection slid in and out of me, the stronger the feeling of intense pleasure became. ÒOh, Daddy,Ó I moaned, calling him a name I hadnÕt used in years, Òpush your dick into me. Oh, God, that feels good.Ó I jerked my hard cock while my other hand squeezed my tight ball sack. ÒOh, Billy, your ass is so hot and tight, I want to fuck you forever,Ó said Dad as his penis plunged in and out in long strokes. As he picked up speed, he bent his head down to mine, and our lips met, then opened so our tongues could meet. It was my first sexual kiss, and I loved it. DadÕs tongue and mine explored, and tasted, and slid together, driving us both to new heights of passion. As his strokes picked up speed, so did mine. He slammed his lubeslick dick into my willing ass as my hand rushed up and down on my straining erection. Suddenly, I was over the edge, and cum gushed out of my cock, splattering my chest, and sending my whole body into an unbelievably intense orgasm. Within seconds, Dad grunted with lust and shot his load deep inside my throbbing ass. ÒOh, Daddy! Daddy, itÕs so good. IÕve never felt this way before!Ó I sighed after I had regained my breath and my senses. Our lips came together again, more gently this time, and we lay side by side on my bed hugging each other and glowing with mutual love.

FreddieÕs Mentor Anonymous For months now, my friend Sharon, had been asking me to spend more time with her son Freddie. Her husband had run off without notice when Freddie was a small boy, and my friend had done one hell of good job raising him on her own. Freddie was now in his late teens and was a typical boy of that age. I guess I had always thought of myself as an Uncle to Freddie, but now realized that I had not really spent that much one-on-one time 31


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with him. Lately his mother had been telling me that Freddie was more than she could handle at this age. ÒHeÕs always talking about sex, and yet he seems to have no interest in girls!Ó she shared with me. Rather than confront Freddie, I decided to let it play out, but planned to spend more time with him and see where that would lead us. After clearing it with him mom, I called Freddie and asked him to spend the weekend with me.Sharon was all for it. As the weekend neared, my thoughts were all about Freddie and how I was going to handle his infatuation. I was sure he was working up to seducing me. If he really was gay, why shouldnÕt I let him experience the joy of man sex, and let it be a good experience for him, I rationalized. Somehow I was still trying to defend my willingness. Shortly after picking Freddie up, as we were driving back to my place, Freddie asked, out of the blue, if I had ever touched another man! ÒWhat happened to the Birds and Bees, thing?Ó I was thinking, trying hard to come up with an answer that wouldnÕt beat around the bush. I didnÕt want to con him. ÒYou meanÉ ahÉ his genitals?Ó I stupidly asked Ñ then answered before he could reply. ÒYes, I have Freddie. I have even kissed a man É why do you ask?Ó ÒIÕve been thinking about it a lot. I donÕt think I like girls, you know Ñ that way Ñ and I get all excited about seeing another guyÕsÉ thing!Ó Freddie openly confessed to me. ÒI guess that means IÕm queer, huh?Ó Before I could reply, he added. ÒAre you queer ÉUh... I mean, Éare you gay?Ó The moment of truth had arrived. ÒWell É yes, Freddie I am. ItÕs not something I go around openly announcing, but I am gay, and have known I was for a very long time. I am glad you feel okay about talking to me about this.Ó I said. Freddie leaned closer to me, and placed his hand on my thigh. He smiled up at me, and I could tell he felt relieved that we were having this conversation. ÒIÕve always been attracted to you,Ó Freddie blurted out, as his fingers began to caress my inner thigh.ÒIÕd like to kiss you sometime!Ó Freddie boldly announced. ÒCould we this weekend É I mean É when weÕre alone, at your place.Ó I sat silent, visualizing his suggestion, wondering where this was going to lead, but I think I already knew the answer to that! ÒI know I like guys that are older than me,Ó Freddie rambled on. ÒGuyÕs my age donÕt turn me on,Ó he continued. ÒHave you made out with any of your friends?Ó I asked Freddie. ÒJust a couple of times É jack off stuff,Ó he quickly responded. ÒOne friend and I used to get together every week at his place or mine, and we would jack each other off. He even sucked on me a little.Ó Freddie volunteered. ÒI was afraid to suck his,Ó he added. 32


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My cock really started twitching and I noticed that Freddie could see it. ÒDid you like getting your dick sucked?Ó I coached him for answers as I became hornier for more details. FreddieÕs fingers first bumped, then pressed against my growing hardon. ÒWow! ÉYourÕs is big!Ó Freddie exclaimed, as his hand cupped and squeezed my erection. I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum. ÒYouÕre even already wet,Ó he further observed. I shifted my ass, and gave into his groping. My friendÕs son was not being bashful about his exploration of my equipment, or using me as a mentor for his sexual education. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and how he groped himself repeatedly, satisfying the itch in his briefs. I remembered how it felt when I was young and horny. Freddie continued to play with my pulsing cock through the Rod Shows material of my pants. I was loving the attention my rod was getting, and had to really concentrate on my driving. ÒCan I take it out?Ó he suddenly requested. His words sent shivers through me. I had not had this kind of experience for a long, long time, but we were in the suburbs and traffic was light, so I quickly gave in. Freddie was already unzipping my trousers, when I gave him the okay. As he fished my boner out of my underwear, I thought I would loose control of the car. I lifted my thighs trying to make it easier for him. He was determined to get a look and a feel of me, so in seconds he had my cock and hairy balls pulled out in plain view. ÒChrist, Uncle Rick, É youÕve got a big, beautiful cock!Ó Freddie blurted 33


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out. He hadnÕt called me ÒUncleÓ in years; not since he was a little guy. As his hand encircled my shaft and he began pumping my loose foreskin up and down, I was more excited than I ever remembered. Freddie sat up quickly, and ripped open his jeans. In seconds he had them and his briefs pulled down to his ankles. I watched and saw his thick, wide hardon bounce around. As he settled down and leaned back to grab hold of my drooling meat, I let out a moan, and then a whistle. ÒMy God, FreddieÉ,Ó I said, almost involuntarily. One of his soft hands was stroking my raging hardon, while he fisted his own teen erection with the other. He stared me right in the face. ÒFreddie, what we are doing now has to stay just between us, ok?Ó He nodded his head. Freddie shifted his position and I felt his tongue flick across my cockhead. I moaned as he ever so slowly slipped his lips around my knob and tongued the sensitive head of my cock. It was getting even harder to concentrate on my driving, so I pulled to the side of the road and parked as Freddie performed his first suck. My thoughts were racing from the thrill of having my friendÕs son sucking my cock and from the possibility of getting caught if someone drove by and saw us. Freddie was really getting into it and getting the hang of it when I forced myself to make him stop long enough for us to finish the drive to home. Once Freddie got started it was hard to convince him to stop, but finally, he reluctantly lifted his face out of my crotch. For the first time I took hold of his stiff dick, replacing his hand, and stroked his rock solid shaft. I conveyed to him that I thought we should finish our play at my house, and he agreed, but kept feeling me up the rest of the way home. I was beside myself for the rest of the drive. I was thankful that I had an automatic garage door opener, so we could pull directly into the garage and close the door behind the car. I was in no condition to step out of the car in the state I was in. As soon as I turned off the engine and leaned back in my seat, Freddie dived for my hardon again. His smooth wet lips slid further down this time and soon he was bobbing up and down on my erection. I reached over and played with his silky balls, and explored his beautiful, youthful shaft. I was still surprised by how wide and thick his dick was. I came close to cumming several times and had to coach Freddie to let up. His sucking had become very skillful, and I knew he could tell by my reactions that I was ready to spill my load. He seemed eager and willing to take it. He pulled off my cock and looked up at me, my shirt now wide open exposing my hairy chest, and said. ÒIÕve tasted my own cum before!Ó I knew he said it so I wouldnÕt hold back and not let him taste mine.He was going to get more than a mouthful when I shot. I was so fucking hot, I could feel my nuts churning, wanting release. ÒSit up. Freddie,Ó I requested. I still had a fistful of his quivering boner 34


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as he did. ÒGet up on your knees and face me,Ó I further instructed. Freddie pulled off his T-shirt as he got into position. I caressed his well defined, smooth torso as I leaned down and took his seeping dick inside my mouth. He let out a squeal and drove his long, thick dick deep inside my mouth and throat. The thick base stretched my lips as I devoured his tasty, pre-cum coated teen-cock. Slowly and automatically he started to fuck my face. Within seconds he was furiously fucking my mouth and throat. He had some stamina! ÒOHhhh ... oh, Uncle Rick. That feels so good É,Ó Freddie said, sending out moans and groans that filled the car and garage. I was hoping no one could hear him. I was toying with his solid nuts, let my fingers slide between his delicate thighs, and massaged the area between his ball sac and tight, dark ass crevice. It was making him wild. I let my forefinger touch and tease his sensitive, puckered hole. It felt velvety 35


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smooth and impenetrable. I wondered if he had ever put his own finger inside his asshole. I took my mouth off his shivering dick to ask him, and he confessed that he liked to finger his asshole while beating off. That gave me the courage to press my finger into the tight, dank recess of his puckering butt hole. I could tell Freddie almost lost it as my finger slipped past his sphincter, and sunk inside his pink, wet bowels. As my finger probed and pried deeper and deeper, I again began sucking his drooling, pre-cum coated shaft. His teen cock was rock solid, and pulsing with a mind of itテ不 own. Freddie started fucking my mouth furiously, matching every stroke of my finger-fucking. I thought he was going to go crazy, thrashing around on the front seat of the car. Hitting his head on the mirror and on the top of the interior did not stop his desire to release his pent up, teen cum-load. After having a taste of his precious pre-cum, I was anticipating eating a big load of his fragrant sperm. I continued to finger fuck his willing ass, feeling him grip my finger, ready to release his jizz; yet wanting to make all this last as long as possible. I hoped I wouldnテ付 loose my load while bringing Freddie off. Just then I knew there was no turning back for him. His body tensed, shivered and jerked as I felt his big teen-dick swell and quiver, and instantly start spraying my mouth and throat with blast after blast of sweet,creamy, ball juice. The flavor and odor filled my nostrils as I tasted and swallowed his sperm, desperately trying to keep his dancing dick in my mouth. Freddie was almost screaming with delight. I sucked, swallowed and licked my lips and corner of my mouth, not wanting to loose any of his tasty juices. I didnテ付 dare touch my own cock, or I would shoot off. As his spasms subsided, I licked his cock clean and let the spent, swollen tool drop from my lips. Freddie collapsed. After regaining his composure he wanted to go back to work on my cock. Just asking to do it made his dick fully erect again. I talked him into following me inside the house and into the bedroom. I badly needed to get my rocks off, after taking Freddieテ不 load inside the garage. Freddie whipped off all his clothes and anxiously helped me out of mine, the second we got next to the bed. He explored my body, commenting on my hairy chest and legs, and examined my balls. He then started stroking my cock, making me more crazy with desire for him. I asked him to lie on his stomach across the bed, but first he insisted on sucking me for a little while. I fought not to cum to soon. When I finally pulled him off my cock, he lay on the bed with his ass exposed. I admired his firm, fuzz coated buns, and began kneading them and exposing his previously fingered asshole. I leaned down sniffing his sexy aroma, and began licking his ass, working my way to his tight pucker. When my lips and tongue touched him there, he squealed. I probed his opening, forcing as much of my tongue as I could into the tight, pink, 36


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wrinkled hole. It was driving Freddie crazy, and he was bouncing all around making it hard for me to focus on rimming him out. I reached under him and pulled his steely rod back and lapped it and sucked it between my lips, making him moan and shout even more. Freddie was loving this and after several minutes of it, he wanted to do me. I had no objection! We traded places. I relaxed and let Freddie explore my ass. He ran his hands all over my mounds, and played with the tufts of hair between my thighs, working his way to my damp, hairy, asshole. Soon I felt his cheeks and lips caressing my backside. Then his tongue explored the wet hairs, his teeth nibbling at the folds of skin near my entrance. I was waiting for FreddieÕs tongue to stimulate my quivering manhole. It was delightful as I felt his wet tongue lapping and then probing. He got the hang of it quickly, and soon brought a finger up to explore and poke inside, alternating with his tongue. ÒI want to fuck you, Uncle Rick!Ó Freddie exclaimed, as he straightened up and fisted his leaking, fully erect hardon. I rolled over and looked up at him. What a beautiful sight! ÒI want to be on my back, so I can look at you Freddie Ñ I want you to kiss me É while weÕre fucking!Ó I explained to him. As I lifted my legs, Freddie moved in between my hairy thighs, and pressed against me. His thick tool slid along side my erection, and he reached down and grabbed a dick in each of his hands, stroking and milking them together. Both our cocks were leaking more pre-cum and it pooled in the hairs on my abdomen. Freddie leaned forward, bending down to lick it off my body. He smiled up at me, and we both leaned in to kiss. His kiss was soft and sweet and tender É a teen-age boy getting his first kiss ... the first time. I took his head in my hands and responded with a deep kiss. Freddie let me have control as our kiss became filled with passion and lust. Soon both our lips and faces were wet as we tongued each others features and French kissed. As his strong, thick tongue probed my mouth and throat, I sensed how his solid dick would feel in my ass. I pulled my mouth from his and said, ÒNow, Freddie É fuck me now!Ó He didnÕt need any further instruction. He automatically knew what he wanted to do, and how to do it. He didnÕt waste a second before I felt the blunt tip of his tapered dickhead penetrate my itching butt hole. There was no foreplay now! Freddie lacked restraint and was almost unruly. He became strong and uncontrolled, filled with sexual emotion. His vigorous thrusts drove his meaty, teen-dick deep into my asshole. His face showed the enthusiastic pleasure of his first fuck. His whole being was engrossed in hammering my bowels as if to fuse himself to me. I was overwhelmed by his strength and power. ÒFuck me, Freddie É oh, God yessss ... fuck me!Ó He fucked me wildly. A young jack rabbit couldnÕt have fucked faster 37


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and harder. My insides felt turned inside out. I was totally covered in sweat, and he was tossing me all over the bed. I tried to keep my legs wrapped around him tightly, so as not to loosen our connection. When Freddie finally exhausted himself and slowed down, he bent again to kiss me full on the lips. We locked our faces and he slow-fucked my burning, sore asshole. It was getting to be too much pleasure for me hold off my climax any longer. As much as I wanted to stay attached to Freddieテ不 gorgeous

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body, I was at the height of excitement and ready to cum from the slightest change in movement. Freddie sensed my vulnerable state and started to deep-fuck me like a pro. As my body tensed and I went ridged, my cock bounced up and pulsed out a long stream of man cream, landing high on my chest. My eyes were closed as I moaned loudly with ecstasy, then I felt Freddie bend, and his warm mouth enveloped my cock, which was still pumping out more of my sperm. I knew Freddie was getting a good taste of my cum. Suddenly, he buried his long, wide based, dick even deeper, and shuddered, his mouth humming a low, joyful moan around my spent 38


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cock, and I knew he was cumming again, deep in my bowels. I experienced the Òfuck of my lifeÓ with Freddie! We cuddled for a long time and slept in each others arms. The rest of that weekend we continued his lessons and explorations. I became his sexual mentor. I was reluctant to take him home after an especially wonderful afternoon on my bed in a delightful sixty-nine. How was I going to explain to my friend Sharon that I had fallen in love with her son?

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Missile Attack by Emmett Lyon While growing up, I was always fascinated by the glimpses of my fatherÕs cock I could sneak as he showered or dressed. He was a handsome, rugged man, and I remember thinking that his penis was shaped like an upside-down rocket Ð really thick at the base, tapering slowly to a coneshaped head that seemed designed to penetrate anything. It hung real low, swaying against his big balls and hairy thighs. From my very first sighting, I was curious to touch it and feel what it was like Ð so different from my own small equipment! Finally one summer, Daddy took me to Cape Cod for the month of August where he had rented us a small house by the ocean. At the back of the cottage was an outdoor shower for us to rinse off the sand and salt from our days on the beach. It was a house rule never to go inside until I had soaped off. One afternoon, my father joined me in the small stall, and we lathered each otherÕs backs, enjoying the warm spray from the shower head. ÒLetÕs get these suits off, Toby,Ó my Dad said. ÒFeels like IÕve still got half a sand dune inside mine!Ó Laughing, we tugged our suits down and turned them inside out under the flow of water. No sooner had we hung the suits on pegs than I began to get nervous. I had never been so close to my father naked, and the second I felt his big cock brush against my back Ð sure enough Ð I sprang a hardon that simply couldnÕt be hidden. Although I was trying to be casual about it, my boner was bouncing all over the map. At one point, when we switched places under the shower, it even stabbed my dad in the thigh! When I caught his eye, ready to apologize, I saw that he looked pretty serious. I had hoped heÕd treat it like a joke, but he was staring at my stiff peter with an expression I had never seen before. ÒYou like showering with me, Toby, huh?Ó he asked quietly. ÒYou like being with me this close?Ó When I nodded, he stepped even closer, and I could feel his enormous weapon pressed hard against my stomach Ð and it was growing! Daddy held me close under the waterfall of water as his huge cock continued to expand, the missileÕs head sliding slowly up my smooth chest É closer É closer É. ÒOh, Daddy,Ó I whispered, Òthis feels so good.Ó Somehow, I must have broken whatever spell he was in because, suddenly, he pulled away, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. IÕll never forget the image of him looking at me that way Ð nor of my first view of his fully erect cock storming out from the dense cloud of hair at his groin, bigger than IÕd ever imagined it, fat and hard. I was scared to death, but even at that moment, I knew the direction my life would take Ð that I would always be attracted to men like my Dad, to their muscles, to their strong, hairy bodies, and to their dripping, rockhard dicks. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, my father grabbed his towel and slipped out the the shower stall before I could stop him. 40


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For a while, I stayed behind under the water, trying to make sense of what had just happened. When I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of my DadÕs penis pressed tight against me and the sight of that powerful cock rising so close to my mouth, my hand automatically slipped to my own dick, and in seconds I had shot off my own missile all over the shower wall. When my breathing returned to normal and my prick had softened somewhat, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and headed into the house. My father, fully dressed, was waiting for me. ÒToby,Ó he said, ÒI want you to forget what just happened out there. IÕm sorry. Sometimes things just É well, they just happen. Do you understand?Ó He looked so unhappy that I would have done anything to put him out of his misery. ÒWhatever you say, Dad,Ó I answered tentatively. ÒIf you want me to forget it, I will. I promise. But I want you to know that I liked being with you that way!Ó If anything, my enthusiasm made my father look even more miserable than before and he left the room saying softly, ÒOh, God, Toby! You just donÕt understand.Ó Dinner that night was a pretty sad affair. When I stood up to clear the dishes, Dad went to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door. Since my father didnÕt usually drink much, I was pretty surprised and upset, so when IÕd finished in the kitchen, I just went to bed. Hours later, I woke to the sound of breaking glass and a string of cuss words from my Dad. I ran to the kitchen to find my father, wearing only his boxers, staring at the remains of his whiskey bottle shattered on the tile floor. As you can probably guess, he was drunk as a skunk! I had never known my father to be drunk before, but then again, it had been a day of surprises. ÒToby, Toby, Toby,Ó he said, smiling. Ò You came to help me out?Ó ÒSure, Dad,Ó I replied, ÒJust watch out for the broken glass.Ó I steered him out of the kitchen, towards his bedroom, when suddenly he said, ÒNo, Toby. IÕm going to put you to bed.Ó Without warning, he scooped me up and carried me into my bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. The summer moonlight was pouring through the windows, and I studied my fatherÕs body as he stood at my bedside Ð the soft fur that covered his chest; his strong, solid arms, dark with hair; the shadowy stubble on his jaw and chin; his powerful, muscled thighs; and Ð most exciting Ð the tenting of his baggy boxers that told me tonight would probably bring yet another surprise. My own boner had already become obvious in my jockeys as my dad began to talk to me in a lilting voice, slightly slurred from the alcohol. ÒSo, Toby,Ó he whispered, Òwere you tellinÕ me the truth when you said you liked beinÕ with me out there in the shower? Together? Close like that?Ó I nodded slowly, staring at the growing bulge inside his shorts, willing 41


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him to say more. ÒI got a confession for ya, Toby. I liked beinÕ with you, too. I guess ya could pretty much tell that, huh, son?Ó As he spoke, his big hand reached to grab at his swelling cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, drawing the thick, telescoping rod out through his fly. My mouth went dry as I saw my fatherÕs penis so close, so huge. I was probably the one who looked like a deer caught in the headlights now, mesmerized as my Dad tugged at his underwear until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of his boxers, he approached the bed as the moonlight from the window illuminated a strand of pre-cum dangling from the head of his shaft. ÒYa saw your DadÕs dick gettinÕ hard, didnÕt ya, boy? Ya like that, Toby? Ya like seeinÕ your DaddyÕs big dick?Ó All I could do was give a soft moan of assent as he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and placing himself directly in front of my face. Instinctively, I raised my hands to touch my fatherÕs cock for the first time, to stroke the velvety softness of the skin that sheathed his pulsing weapon. It felt like it was on fire, and I began to feel light-headed with the overwhelming sensations of having my dadÕs dick in my grip. It was so wide at the base that it took both hands to encircle him, while the head of his missile remained only about half that diameter Ð a ten-inch rocket! The head of his cock was now only inches from my lips, pre-cum bubbling out, as my fatherÕs hands pulled my head closer to his throbbing shaft. ÒCÕmon, baby, suck it! Suck your DaddyÕs big dick. Daddy wants you to take his big cock in your pretty mouth, Toby. Get your mouth around it, son. ThatÕs it. Taste your DaddyÕs dick.Ó I lapped at the head of his penis like a starving puppy, drinking his pre-cum and feeling the incredible smoothness of the skin of his cockhead against my tongue. Try as I might, I couldnÕt get more than a few inches into my mouth before the girth of his dick would make it impossible for me to open my jaw wide enough to accommodate him. ÒOh, baby,Ó Daddy was saying, ÒYou are soooo good to me! ThatÕs it. Suck your olÕ manÕs cock. Suck it, boy. Ahhh. Suck it, Toby. Make Daddy happy, son. Attaboy. Eat that big dick.Ó With my his hands pushing on the back of my head, my father slowly thrust more and more of his enormous cock down my throat as the muscles in my jaw relaxed and my desire spurred me on. Still, it was an impossible task to take it all, and after a while, I moved on to explore his low-hanging balls. I could taste the sweat on the silky skin of his ballsack. My dad stroked himself as I attempted to suck his nuts into my mouth. ÒJesus Christ, Toby,Ó he sighed as I licked and kissed and sucked my fatherÕs balls. ÒYou are a fuckinÕ natural! You musta been born for this, boy! Holy fuckinÕ Christ.Ó With a deep moan, my Dad disengaged his groin from my lips and, 42


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stepping back, pulled me roughly to my feet. ÒGet rid of that underwear, boy,Ó he hissed, ÒÕcause your daddyÕs gonna take you on a little ride.Ó As I shucked my briefs, I saw my fatherÕs face take on a new expression, almost transformed by lust. As for me, I was literally panting with horniness myself, and when Daddy pressed me back against the bed, I just abandoned myself to whatever was going to come. Kneeling between my legs, my father swallowed my cock into his hot mouth in a single motion and unable to help myself, I came right away. My dad chuckled and before I could even stop shaking from the orgasm, he lifted his head off my cock and raised my legs over his strong shoulders. Seconds later, his big tongue started to worm its way into my tight boyhole and I was ready all over again. ÒYou like this, donÕcha, Toby?Ó he said when he paused for a breath. ÒYou like havinÕ your dadÕs mouth on your pussy. DaddyÕs sweet boycunt. Oh, baby, we are goinÕ for a ride. Get ready!Ó With that, my father repositioned me on the bed, and I knew what was coming next. Flat on my back with my knees tight against my chest, I spread my feet as wide apart as possible and watched, saucer-eyed, as my father brought the dripping head of his cock to the lips of my asshole. ÒSweet baby,Ó he crooned, rubbing the swollen tip back and forth across my opening, spreading his pre-cum all around. ÒYou are fuckinÕ fantastic, baby, and DaddyÕs gonna fill your sweet pussy with his big olÕ Daddy-dick. ThatÕs what you want, boy, ainÕt it? You been wantinÕ Daddy to plow your sweet ass into a juicy pussy for a good long time, havenÕt ya, Toby?Ó All I could do was nod in a daze. His words had me on fire. ÒOh, Toby,Ó he whispered, ÒWe are so fuckinÕ good together! You are so fuckinÕ hot. Tell me you want it, son. Tell me how bad you want DaddyÕs dick inside your tight little ass. CÕmon, Toby, talk to me, boy!Ó With that, my last vestige of reserve left me and I heard myself practically yelling, ÒYes! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me. FUCK ME! Please, Daddy, fuck my hole. Make it a pussy for your big dick. Put it in me. I want it so bad, Daddy! I need it.Ó As those words poured out of me, my father practically had to restrain me from impaling myself on his fat shaft. My smooth body was bucking against his hairy thighs and the only thing I felt was an unquenchable thirst to know the feeling of my fatherÕs cock deep inside me. At first my father seemed slightly stunned when he heard me begging to be fucked, but after a second, a big grin appeared and he whistled lewdly before saying, ÒI got me one helluva sweet pussy-boy, donÕt I, son? You ready, Toby? Ready? Now, open up that sweet hole for Daddy É.Ó He spit in his hand and mixed his saliva with the sweat and pre-cum that had already coated my hairless little opening. Next, he pushed my knees back as far as they would go and aimed the dark, cone-shaped head of his cock at my hole. Then, the missile attack began. To begin with, Dad pushed the tip of his cock through my defenses 43


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before I could even think about it, but pulled right back out. Over and over, he pumped just the tip in and out, jabbing past my assring until my resistance disappeared. When he felt that I had loosened up, he began to push more and more of his shaft in with each thrust until several inches were sliding up inside me. ÒYou okay, Toby?Ó my father said softly, ÒAm I hurtinÕ you, baby?Ó I shook my head and smiled up at him, my handsome, hairy dad with his big cock inside me. My own cock was hard again. With every push of my fatherÕs dick, digging deeper and deeper, I would feel tingling waves zinging through my balls. It took quite a while for my Dad to work more of his fat rocket into my tight boy-pussy because the shaft was so very thick at the base so that my hole was being stretched wider and wider. ÒGive me your hand, Toby,Ó Dad said, pulling my fingers towards my splayed opening. ÒFeel me fuck you, boy. Feel your DaddyÕs big cock plow that ass. ThatÕs DaddyÕs pussy from now on, baby.Ó My fingers trembled as I touched my hole and felt my fatherÕs enormous dick sliding in and out. He was ramming all but a few inches to me by then, but I wanted it all. Reaching with both hands, I held the backs of his furry, muscled thighs and urged him on. ÒPlease, Daddy,Ó I said breathlessly, ÒGive me all of it. I can take it, Daddy. Fuck me all the way. I want it!Ó Pulling him into me, I willed my hole to open all the way, and finally was rewarded by the feel of my fatherÕs dense bush of pubic hair grinding against my ass while his big balls slapped my backside with every thrust. Sweat ran down my fatherÕs face as he strained against me, his muscles corded and glistening in the dim light. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and he was now pounding the entire length of his iron cock into me with every stroke. With one hand, I caught his hairy ballsack and held him tight, while my other hand played with his fat dick as it slid past my asslips into the new pussy heÕd drilled. ÒAhhh, Toby,Ó Dad started yelling, ÒIÕm gonna cum, baby! DaddyÕs gonna cum now, son. Ahhh! Sweet Jesus, Toby, IÕm gonna fuckinÕ cum in that tight ass of yours, baby. Ahhh! Oh, God! Now! NOW!Ó Then, with a howl that rocked the room, my Dad ground me into the mattress as his cock shot a huge load of his sperm deep inside me. I could feel the pulses of each volley as they left his balls and fired the entire length of his missile. When we had both stopped shaking and rested for a minute, he put my arms around his neck and lifted me off the bed, his cock still buried in me. Holding me tightly, his large hands gently supporting my buttocks as I wrapped my legs around his back, he pivoted and sat at the edge of the bed. The feeling of his fat cock stretching me open had not lessened at all, and I realized that we were both still hard. Slowly, Daddy began to rock me back and forth as I sat impaled on his thick penis. It seemed to fill my entire body. His lips were on mine, his tongue in my mouth, kissing me with a tender passion. I clung to him as my 44


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own stiff boycock rubbed up and down through the mat of hair that covered his belly, my fingers twining in his hair. Finally, I just couldnÕt hold back, and I let the tingle feeling spread through my groin until I started to shoot tiny pearls of boycum against my fatherÕs chest. ÒThatÕs my baby,Ó he whispered. ÒThatÕs my boy. Give Daddy your cum, Toby.Ó As he watched my seed drip from the dark swirls of his chest hair, he began to pump his still-hard cock into my ass. Grunting, he said, ÒOh, God. Toby, IÕm gonna cum again!Ó For the second time, I felt my fatherÕs semen fill me as he whimpered in my ear, ÒToby É Oh, Toby, baby É I love you, boy!Ó As the wash of his cum started to drip from my hole around the base of his fat missile, I smiled back at him, proud of my new boy-pussy, and said, ÒI love you too, Daddy!Ó

Watching Dad Shave by Rah-Jur I woke up early on Sunday morning to the sound of water splashing. It was Dad shaving. I leaped out of bed and quietly ran to the bathroom down the hall. Skidding to a halt just outside the open door, I peered with one eye around the corner. There he was! In just his underwear, too. Intent on his shaving, Dad hadnÕt noticed me yet. I donÕt know what it is, but I know that most of the men reading this will relate to my experience, one most boys experience when theyÕre growing up Ð a boyÕs fixation with watching his dad when heÕs shaving. I was fascinated, laughing at the funny faces he made as he concentrated. His hair was wet, and mussed up, making him look like superman the way it curled around in front. The room was humid and steamy, thick with his scent. He smelled so cleeean! But most of all I just loved looking at my dadÕs big, hairy body. I think thatÕs why most boys do it, to take advantage of the opportunity to view a manÕs body. I know not all sons think of their fathers this way, but I do. I was hooked. His muscles were flexing and rippling as he moved around in his mission. Rivulets of water were still dripping down through the thick hair on his legs. The tendons strained as he kept his knees slightly bent to keep his face close to the mirror. A big, round, ball-like muscle popped up on his arm, exposing a tuft of armpit hair. Dad wasnÕt a furry animal, he just had enough hair in the right places. Then my eyes set on what really makes him a dad, the bulge of cock in his jockeyÕs. Yup, itÕs gotta be just simple envy. As a son watches his father shave in his underwear he kinda gets to know what to expect. Man I hoped and prayed that IÕd get to be as big and as strong as my dad. Especially in the pecker department. By this time Dad began to notice I was spying on him as he turned slightly and gave me this crooked grin. Subconsciously I had half entered the bathroom and was hugging the doorjamb. But what was really subconscious was me pressing 45


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my hardon against the corner as I watched my dad. I noticed his eyes float downward to what was in my underwear. Then as we both became aware of what I was doing, he looked me in the eye and gave me a wink. Reaching down to his own puffy pouch he grabbed it and gave it a little shake. ÒHey, spud, whatÕs got you so excited?Ó he chuckled. I was red with embarrassment and shocked to see my dad touch himself that way in front of me. Pausing to take another gander at my jutting hardon, Dad took one step towards me and reached down, gently squeezing it. Peering over me, he looked up and down mutely as my wide eyes focused on my fatherÕs growing bulge. Pulling me into the room, Dad set me down on the toilet seat. ÒGo right ahead spud, take Õem off. LetÕs see!Ó he said. I gamely reached down and pulled my briefs down and off, as I looked up at my grinning father. ÒHey, nice one! Go ahead son, spread yer legs apart. Show it off for yer olÕ man,Ó he said, as he demonstrated what he meant, jutting his own, now hard, dick out for me to see. And see I did! Leaning back and spreading my legs apart, thrilled that Dad wanted to see my throbbing boyhood, and shocked that he actually liked it! ÒLook at that puppy,Ó he murmured as he squatted down in front of me, palming my cock with his man-sized hand. Gripping my cock lightly in his fist, Dad started to pump up and down on it, making me moan. ÒFeels good, huh?Ó Dad asked. Standing up and jutting his hips out, Dad played with the outline of his thick cock sticking out in his underwear. ÒWhat do you say, son? Want to see DaddyÕs cock? ItÕs a beaut!Ó he breathed. Grinning lewdly to my eager nods, Dad pulled them off and proudly showed off his thick, hairy cock to his boy. ÒYeaaah! Attaboy! I knew youÕd like it! See how big it is?Ó he said as he pinched his pecker at the wide base and wagged it up and down for me to see. Gripping the flanged head like a baseball he gave it a solid shake, then he pointed it downward and let go, making the stiff shaft bob up and down a little, ending up pointing out at a perfect angle. I leaned forward a bit to get a real close look, ÒYeaaah! Get a good look, son. Get to know DaddyÕs cock!Ó he said as I looked all around his juicy cock. I wanted to touch it, but was unsure. ÒYou wanna play with it, son? Huh? DonÕt ya want to feel how big and thick DaddyÕs cock is in your hand?Ó he said thickly, reading my mind. Looking up at my looming fatherÕs excited face I slowly reached out and gripped the fat, pulpy head of his pecker and tenderly gave it a squeeze. Thrilled at how big it felt in my hand, I reached out and grabbed the thick shaft with my other hand. It was hard, but fleshy. I was very careful not to be too rough with it. My finger tips roamed freely all over DadÕs throbbing cock, occasionally giving it a good squeeze here and there, encouraged by DadÕs low voice. 46


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ÒYeah! ThatÕs a good boy, son. You like playinÕ with your dadÕs cock, huh? Lucky bastard, wish I couldÕve played with my fatherÕs pecker!Ó he crooned. Dad pulled me up to a standing position and started to play with my straining dick. ÒYeah, let me play with yours, too, son! AinÕt this hot, spud? PlayinÕ with each otherÕs pecker, huh? Look, mineÕs startinÕ to get juicy, see?Ó he pointed out, as his pisshole opened up and started oozing a slick fluid. ÒOhhh, thatÕs beautiful, son! Go ahead and smear DaddyÕs gravy all over it. ThatÕs it son, youÕre makinÕ that puppy feel fuckinÕ hot! Ohhh man! Leggo, Leggo. I donÕt wanna cum yet. Make it last a little Ð itÕs not every a day a father and son get to fool around with each otherÕs dick, huh?Ó he hissed, stepping back a little. ÒHow about you, son. You juicinÕ yet?Ó he asked, as he slowly licked the palm of his hand. With a small strand of spit hanging off his mustache, Dad slicked up my hardon. ÒI donÕt think so, Dad,Ó I said as his lubed up fist tenderly jerked my rod. Licking his palm a second time, then a third, he looked me in the eye and nodded affirmatively, saying, ÒFuckinÕ tastes good, son. How do you like that? Tasting my own sonÕs cock. Well, fuck it!Ó he declared and then squatted down in front of me, parted his mustached lips and slurped my cock down his throat. ÒMmmm, oh yeah! SuckinÕ my boy! Mmmm, yup, youÕre juicin! Lookit that,Ó he purred. He pulled off my dick, drawing a thin strand of fluid that stretched from my cockhead to his bushy lips. Dad paused, then jabbed my dick in his mouth again. Sensing I was on the verge of exploding, he suddenly pulled off and stood up again. Pulling me by the hand, he drew me into his bedroom. As he clasped his hands behind his head and spread his legs apart, my attention settled on his glistening cock, jutting out from a dense patch of hair. ÒYou wanna give it a try, son? Huh? Yeah, you wanna, donÕcha?Ó he drawled as I got on my knees next to him on the bed and started to lean over to do it. Man, yes! Did I want to suck on it! DadÕs voice droned on encouragingly, coaching me. ÒOoohh yeah! Look at that! FuckinÕ beautiful son. ThatÕs it, slurp on that big head. Yeah, wrap yer lips around it. Get used to it first. Stop there, thatÕs it. Feel the big ridge on DaddyÕs cockhead? Huh? Yeah, attaboy. Good boy. You like suckinÕ on yer DadÕs cock?Ó Hearing those words spoken by my father and feeling his thick, hairy cock between my lips as I tried to slurp up and down the big stalk put me over the edge. My moans getting louder and urgent, Dad pulled me off his cock and yelled for me to stand up. Struggling to my feet, Dad positioned his pecker right underneath my jerking fist. ÒCome on, son. Cum all over DaddyÕs cock. Yeah, show yer old man what a big juicy load you got for him, huh? ThaaaaaaatÕs it son, lookit that! Look at that cum for DaddyÕs cock. Yeah, coat it, stud. Big fuckin load for Daddy,Ó yelled Dad as thick strands of cum 47


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shot out of my cock, landing all over my fatherÕs hardon, coating his throbbing member. Several dollops ending up on his chest, one landing on his chin. ÒWatch this boy. Yer daddyÕs gonna blow a big one. Yeah, using my own sonÕs hot fuckinÕ cum!Ó he exclaimed as he pumped his big fist up and down his hot cock. ÒMan, yer cum is HOT! Christ, my own boy! TeachinÕ him how to suck cock, yeah! Beautiful, beautiful!Ó he cried as one explosion after another came out of his fat cockhead, landing all over his chest and face. A couple even made it as far as the headboard. Slowly subsiding, we both looked at each other and simultaneously breathed, ÒBeautiful!Ó

Boys Will Be Boys Anonymous I had known my best friendÕs three boys for years. They were now all in their teens, and thought of me as their uncle. The boys knew I was gay and it didnÕt bother them. I had never made any advances toward them, nor did they seem interested in me Òin that wayÓ. I didnÕt know that was going to change one very special Friday night. That night, their father called to say that he and his wife were going out of town for the weekend, and would not be back until late on Sunday night. They would be grateful if I kept an eye on the boys while they were gone. I told them it would be no problem. The boys already knew that I would let them have girls over at night, not like their parents. When I arrived, Paul, the oldest, was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing no shirt, just cut-offs and socks. With his brown hair and hazel eyes, he was quite attractive.He had tons of girlfriends. As I sat down next to him, I looked him over and couldnÕt help but notice that he had a huge hardon trapped in those shorts. I glanced at that stuffed basket and gave him a knowing smile. ÒExpecting some action tonight?Ó Paul looked at me and grinned back. ÒWhat do you think?Ó he said, rubbing his cock slowly and firmly. I looked at the bulge of his cock and could easily see the outline of a truly impressive battering ram. ÒJudging by the size of that thing, no wonder the girls like you,Ó I said. He just kept grinning and rubbing it even more insistently. Just then his father and mother came in to say their good-byes. Paul quickly covered his cock from embarrassment, and said, ÒDrive safely.Ó My friend and his wife went to the door, saying that Travis and Jason were over at their friendÕs house and would be back soon. Then they left, leaving Paul and me sitting on the sofa. ÒSo, where is the hot date?Ó I inquired, envious of the girl who was going to get to play around with that stiff piece of boycock. 48


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ÒSheÕll be here soon. I canÕt wait, Õcause IÕm really gonna give it to her,Ó was the response from Paul. I could see a wet spot on his shorts where his pre-cum had already started leaking. I decided to leave him with his fantasies and go look for a snack in the kitchen. I didnÕt want to intrude when his honey showed up. When I heard the doorbell ring, I knew his play time was about to begin. I figured that Paul would soon be taking care of some serious business, and I smiled to think of that randy young stud back in his bedroom, working his cock to a throbbing climax. About an hour later, Jason and Travis walked in, laughing and carrying on. Jason has blond hair and blue eyes and a very slim build; Travis, the middle brother, had brown hair and eyes. Travis asked where Paul was. ÒHeÕs busy. Leave him alone,Ó was my answer. Travis got up and walked outside. I knew he would just hang out in the yard, so I let him go. Jason got up and lay down on the sofa. I went outside to look for Travis. I walked around the house, smoking a cigarette.When I reached the backyard, I went through the gate and stopped in my tracks. In the dim light I saw Travis standing on a crate looking into PaulÕs room. I quickly moved back for cover, and then poked just my head around the corner and watched. He had his pants pulled down just far enough so he could beat his cock. It was a pretty nice-sized one at that. It curled back towards his belly, and he had nice low hanging balls. Watching him, I got an immediate hardon myself. I didnÕt realize how grown up these kids were getting to be. What a gorgeous piece of meat! And he certainly knew what to do with it. It was so hot watching him working that thick prick. I wondered if he would like a little help? What I really wanted, was to be able to stand on the crate with him and share the view. By now, Paul must be in the middle of some very wet, nasty sex play. Travis kept looking through the window and furiously beating his dick. It didnÕt take much longer for him to shoot a nice long strand of cum all over the side of the house. I turned and quickly walked back into the house. Jason was still lying of the sofa, absorbed in some TV show with lots of young people frolicking on the beach in very skimpy bathing suits. I wondered if he could appreciate the full baskets on those young, muscled life guards in their speedos as much as the girls with the overly small bikinis. Just then the phone rang. It was PaulÕs girlfriendÕs father. He wanted her home soon. I knocked on their door and told them that her father had called and she would have to leave soon. I couldnÕt help but hear the muffled noises of their grappling. I wanted so desperately to listen to them finish. If only I could hear PaulÕs guttural shouts as he finally shot that pent-up wad. Travis walked back inside and went straight to the bathroom. I knew he had to clean up that cummy mess, but of course I couldnÕt say anything. 49


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PaulÕs girlfriend came out of his room and said good night and left. Paul stayed in there for a while. Travis finally came out of the bathroom and sat down on the chair directly across from me. He threw one leg over the chairÕs arm with the other still on the floor. I looked at him and smiled. ÒEverything okay outside?Ó I asked. ÒYeah,Ó was his only answer. He then looked at the TV. Jason got up and lay down on the floor to stretch out. Paul came out of his room wearing just sweat pants. His thick cock was clearly pushing the material of his pants way out. It was obvious by the bulge that he hadnÕt had enough yet. He sat down next to me and leaned over and whispered. ÒIÕm still horny. Can I invite another girl over?Ó I said, ÒItÕs after 10:30. No parent is going to let their daughter out this late.Ó ÒI know,Ó Paul said, ÒBut shit, I still need to get off a few more times tonight.Ó I looked him in the eye incredulously and said, ÒA few more times? How many times do you get off in a night?Ó ÒAbout three or four,Ó was his answer. I thought to myself, ÔI wish I had that kind of energy,Õ but I told him to relax. Paul leaned back on the opposite side of the sofa to watch the show, and swung his legs toward me. ÒDo you mind?Ó he asked. ÒNo, go ahead,Ó I told him. He laid his legs right across my lap. Their hefty weight felt warm and soothing. We watched the nearly naked bodies on the screen and I could think of nothing but the horny plight of this masculine hunk whose body I was already cradling. I looked over at Travis who was starting to fall asleep. Jason had already drifted off and I leaned towards Paul and asked, ÒDo you care how you get off?Ó ÒNo,Ó Paul said, Òjust as long as I get off.Ó I waited a few minutes and stood up and turned off the lights. I closed the doors, locked them, and closed the blinds. The only light came from the TV. I lifted PaulÕs legs and sat back down. I began to watch TV again. I then looked across to Travis. He looked to be completely out. I started running my hand up and down PaulÕs legs and he began to moan and wiggle. I paused to gauge his response, but Paul immediately whispered, ÒDonÕt stop Ð that feels so good.Ó I continued, but this time I started on his feet. I firmly rubbed the bottom of his feet and stroked each of his toes. ÒOooh. That feels really nice. No girl has ever done that to me,Ó Paul said. ÒYou are really going to enjoy this, Paul Ð trust me,Ó I said as I looked into his eyes. I adjusted myself on the sofa so I was facing Paul. I took his right 50


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foot into my hand and began to lick it starting at the heel and working my way up to his toes. He was moaning really loudly now. I stopped to see if Travis or Jason were awake. They stirred, but were definitely out. I moved back to Paul and put my finger to my lips. Paul nodded and said, ÒSorry, but it feels so great.Ó I told him I needed to slip off his sweat pants. I grabbed them around the waist and in one swoop pulled them off. I could see the mound of his hard prick, throbbing in his shorts. I continued to lick my way up PaulÕs leg, ending my travels at his inner thigh. I lingered there, knowing how much it was arousing him. PaulÕs cock was straining to get some attention, but I ignored it for a few minutes. I switched to PaulÕs left leg and foot and repeated the same path. I then began to kiss and lick PaulÕs hairless chest. I reached his nipples and began to suck and chew on them. Paul started running his hands through my hair. He pulled my head tightly to his chest and hugged it really hard. I worked my way down his chest and stopped at his stomach. As I got closer to his basket, I felt his cock rub against my chest. I teased it by rocking back and forth against its firm length. Finally, I pulled down the elastic band of PaulÕs jockeys and his cock jumped up, looking for immediate attention. I slowly took his cock at the base into my hands and studied it. PaulÕs cock was about the same as TravisÕ, only thicker and much longer. It stood at least eight inches and curved back towards his stomach. The piss slit was leaking a tremendous amount of pre-cum. Paul also had big low hanging balls. I cupped his balls in my left hand and began rolling them around. I stuck my tongue out and licked the slippery precum from the head of PaulÕs cock. It stuck to my tongue and to PaulÕs piss slit, forming a bridge between us. Paul was wiggling like crazy as I continued to work my magic on his cock. I heard a giggle and looked up at Paul to quiet him. He looked at me with wide eyes and whispered, ÒIt wasnÕt me.Ó I looked around the room and stopped in my tracks. There was Travis, sitting in the chair, with a big grin on his face, his legs spread wide open and pounding his cock again, this time even faster than when I watched him out in the backyard. The head of his dick was even bigger than I had realized, and he was using his fingers to vigorously rub his oily pre-cum all around it, particularly the flared edge. ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he said, ÒI wonÕt tell. The three of us do it all the time.Ó With that said, Travis walked over to us, stopped by PaulÕs head, and Paul took TravisÕ cock into his mouth and began to deep throat his brother. I went back to PaulÕs cock and I engulfed the head, letting my tongue run circles around it. I slid my mouth down on it like I was drinking through a straw. Paul was really squirming underneath me by now. My cock was rock hard inside my jeans, but I didnÕt pull it out. With all the noise we were making, I was surprised that Jason didnÕt wake up. I didnÕt have to wait long. Soon he was lying across my back and I could feel his dick pressing at my asshole through my jeans. Just 51


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then Paul grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock deep into my throat. His dick erupted into huge spasms of teen juice. I didnÕt lose one drop. My lips were locked tightly around his cock and I swallowed hard. Paul pulled his mouth off of TravisÕ cock long enough to tell Jason to pull down my pants and start playing with my asshole. Jason jumped up and ran into the bathroom, returning with a jar of Vaseline. He put the jar next to me and pulled down my jeans. My rigid cock slapped against my stomach. Travis said to him, ÒFinger his ass just like you do mine.Ó I looked straight at Travis. He just smiled, and stuck his dick back into PaulÕs eager mouth. I looked over my shoulder, ÒDo you know what youÕre doing back there?Ó I asked Jason. He smiled and said, ÒSure. I do it all the time with them.Ó He pulled down his pants to expose his uncut cock, then took off his shirt and showing me very tight body. He had a six pack that would make any muscle man jealous. He was really built for such a slender kid. Jason stuck his finger into the jar and removed a huge helping of Vaseline. He smeared it directly onto my man-pussy. Jason was a little rough entering my hole, but I loved the way it felt. He worked his first finger in all the way up to his knuckle. My head was spinning. I opened PaulÕs legs, exposing his rosebud, and dove right in. I worked my tongue all over his beautiful hole and drove him crazy. I took a little Vaseline from my hole and spread it onto PaulÕs. His asshole gripped my finger tightly as I pushed my way in. By now, Jason was working a third finger into my ever expanding asshole as Travis erupted a big load into PaulÕs mouth. He shot so much cum in that first load that it caught Paul off guard. Most of TravisÕ load spilled onto the sofa, but the rest went right on target, sliding across PaulÕs tongue and down his throat. As Paul let TravisÕ cock slip from his mouth and I pulled my two fingers out of his ass, he told me to lie down on the sofa, on my back, with my ass on the arm. With a loud sucking noise, Jason removed the fingers that he had had buried deep up my ass. I lay on my back, just as Paul had instructed me. Paul grabbed my ankles and lifted them high in the air. He took his newly aroused rock-hard cock and slipped it into me with ease, all the way to his pubic hairs. I could tell that Jason felt left out, so I motioned for him to straddle my face. He did as he was told, and I reached up and took his uncut cock in my mouth right to the base. Jason squirmed uncontrollably at the attention his dick was getting. Travis knelt down behind Jason and buried his tongue deep into JasonÕs ass. In no time, Jason let go with a load of hot cream, filling my mouth. I made sure to get every drop on my tongue before I swallowed it all in one gulp. Paul let go deep in my ass with a load of juice so big that it slipped out at the sides and ran down my ass. After Jason and Paul finished filling me at both ends, they pulled out. I slid off the sofa, landing on my back. My cock was 52


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still hard and aching for relief. I looked back towards the sofa, where Paul, Travis, and Jason were sitting. ÒWhat about my cock?Ó I said. Jason was the first to move off the sofa. He walked over to where I was lying, his uncut cock still hard, swinging with every step he took. Without a word, he knelt next to my left leg and grabbed my cock at the base with his right hand. Jason stuck out his tongue and started to swirl it around my cut cock head. He had a very talented tongue. His ass was pointed right in my face Ð it was small, very tight, and made my mouth water. I reached up and started to run my hands all over his tight buns. JasonÕs mouth danced over my eight-inch cock. He moaned loudly as I licked his cherry clean. I glanced over to Paul and Travis still on the sofa and motioned for them to join us. Paul got up and walked over to my other side, knelt down, and ran his tongue up and down the other side of my cock. Jason and Paul reached the tip of my cock in unison. They both worked their magic on my dickhead, then stuck their tongues into each otherÕs mouths. Jason and Paul were deep throating each other with their tongues, as they stroked wildly on my cock. Travis finally stood up, and without saying a word, positioned himself right over my head. His cock was pointing right at my mouth. I opened my mouth and his cock slid right in. He was still dripping a lot of cum, making my throat slick enough for it to go all the way to his base. The boys were in a trance, not saying one word.The only thing on their minds was blasting another load of sweet juice. While I was sticking a finger up JasonÕs tight asshole, both Jason and Paul were working two fingers each up my anxious hole. They were fucking me with their fingers, then they both added a third. That was the most my hole had ever been stretched. Paul removed his mouth from my cock and stepped to the left side of my head right behind Jason. He pushed his cock sideways so I could take it into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but Paul didnÕt let me have much. He had something else on his mind. Paul started to fuck Jason in the ass with two fingers. Jason was squirming like crazy, never letting go of my cock. No sooner did I feel Travis start to play with my ass, than Jason let go of my dick with his mouth, arched his back, and let a huge blast of cum spray out and hit my leg. After his cock shot twice, his dick went limp and cum just ran out of his piss slit in steady streams. He was soaked in sweat. His mouth was red around the edges from trying to stuff my cock in as far as he could. Travis started working three fingers into my hot ass, Jason had already pulled his out, Travis had my ass all to himself. All I could see was his right arm moving back and forth while I felt his fingers working in and out of my ass. By now Paul stopped fucking Jason with his fingers, he replaced them with his cock. Jason let out a wail, ÒNo, I wonÕt be able to take your big cock up my asshole!Ó 53


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Paul replied, ÒJust relax, you saw Travis take me once, and you took Travis, just relax.Ó With that said, Paul slowly pushed his cockhead past JasonÕs rosebud. JasonÕs face was beet red as Paul pushed further and further into him. I could hear JasonÕs hole stretch to accommodate PaulÕs huge cock. Finally, he relaxed and let Paul enter him. Once Paul had his cockhead past JasonÕs tight, little opening, he picked up his pace, driving deeper and deeper into JasonÕs ever stretching hole. All it took was the sight of Paul fucking his little brother and the sensation of TravisÕ fingers in my ass for me to finally reach the point of no return and blast a big, hot, steaming load all over TravisÕ face and chest. Jason had a hard time keeping his balance while Paul plowed deep into his ass. Travis walked over to Jason and stuck his cock in his mouth. Jason was really happy now that he had both holes plugged at the same time. Paul started to cum. He pulled out and sprayed all over JasonÕs back. Travis pulled out at the same time and sprayed all over JasonÕs face.Their warm fountains seemed never ending, and soon JasonÕs head and torso were smeared with their milky juice. The boys collapsed in a sweaty, steamy, cummy heap on top of me, panting to recover their breath. They snuggled close to my chest and tenderly rubbed me. And to think that we had the whole weekend ahead of us! We collapsed in a pile of lumps. After a few minutes, we all took a shower together and went to bed. The boys cannot wait until I visit them again. Neither can I.

Daddy Shares My Bed A True Experience by Timothy Denver I was the eldest of four children and since my three sisters were several years younger than me, I got to have my own bedroom downstairs. This was nice because it gave me privacy I wouldnÕt have had if I slept upstairs with my parents and sisters. One day, seemingly out of the blue, my mother and Dad had a row about his drinking and she flatly stated sheÕd no longer share a bed with him if he had drink on his breath. Now Dad did construction work and frequently stopped off on his way home from work to have a couple of beers with his buddies. So Dad simply moved into my double bed and started sleeping with me on a fairly regular basis. Dad was in his early forties and handsome, with a slender, well-muscled six-foot body. I knew I was queer and had NO objections to sharing my bed with a hunk like Daddy. I was supposed to be asleep when Dad came to bed, but from the beginning I was usually awake and watched through half-closed eyes as Dad stripped for bed. Dad had a gorgeous ass, a nice long cock and 54


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large pendulous balls surrounded by curly dark blond hair. Dad slept in the nude and when I awoke each morning, he and I were curled up spoon fashion and I could feel his piss hardon throbbing against my ass. Daddy was not the least bit embarrassed about it or about me seeing him with a hardon. Several weeks later, when Dad got in bed, he woke me and started talking about sex and how horny he was. Daddy slid my hand under the covers and placed my hand on his hard cock. With encouragement and instruction from him, (and lots of dirty talk) I slowly jacked his cock. Daddy threw the covers off, lay back, stretched out, put his hands behind his head and told me to play with his cock, stroke his balls, and finger his asshole. I was trembling with excitement and lust (and a hardon of my own) when suddenly Daddy shot his cum all over his chest and even on my face. He gave me a very satisfied, ÒAhh,Ó pulled me to him, and licked and kissed the cum off my face. From that night on, I also slept nude and played with DaddyÕs cock and balls, and he also played with mine. I slept in his arms every night. Then about a week later, as Daddy had me straddle his hips and rub both our cocks together, he said there was something else I could do for him. Because I loved him and was eager to please him, I readily agreed and he proceeded to instruct me in cocksucking. He sucked my cock first and showed me how pleasurable it was and even drank my load of cum. From then on, I knew I was a cocksucker. I sucked DaddyÕs cock, licked his balls, and drank his cum. Within a month of Daddy moving into my bed, I was sucking his cock several times a week and playing with his asshole, balls, and nipples. I was even kissing Dad full on the lips with an open mouth. When Daddy got in bed every night heÕd snuggle me in his arms and ask how his little cocksucker was. Then one night more than a year after we started sleeping together, I woke in the middle of the night and found myself bare-assed, spread-eagled on my stomach, with something warm and wet on my asshole. Daddy was eating me out. I started to lift up, but Dad just pushed me down as he lifted my ass and in one thrust rammed his hard cock up my asshole. Daddy was piss-ass drunk and muttering things like, ÒGot to have a piece of ass.Ó Daddy thrust his cock in and out and fucked me hard. I loved it, and shot a big load into the mattress beneath me, but I didnÕt let on to Daddy how much I enjoyed his brutal fuck. After he came, he collapsed on top of me and fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, he was gone from our bed and didnÕt say much to me or sleep with me for about a week. He thought I was mad at him for the forceful way he fucked me. Then one night he came in as I was getting ready for bed and apologized for being so rough. I was so glad that he was back that I quickly told him he could fuck me anytime he wanted Ð that IÕd actually enjoyed his forcefulness. I loved being fucked by him. 55


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From then on, for the next six years, Daddy and I were lovers. I regularly sucked his cock, he sucked mine, and he fucked me. In fact, it even got to be our little joke Ð whenever Dad would announce he needed to get a beer, heÕd wink at me because what he was really saying was that he needed a piece of ass. And IÕd look forward to getting fucked that night. I look back on those years now Ð my years of sucking DaddyÕs cock and getting fucked regularly by him Ð with great pleasure.

My Life with Daddy by Tim When I was young, my parentsÕ car was hit by a drunk driver. The accident killed Mom instantly, and injured Dad pretty badly. As part of his recuperative therapy Dad had to start a weight-lifting program. After he was completely healed from his accident, he found that he liked working out so much that he decided to keep with it. He was a great guy and extremely handsome. He was about six feet tall and very athletic Ð in fact, he coached the swim team at the high school where he taught. He was always swimming and working out and his body showed it. Later, I became just as enthusiastic about lifting weights as he was, and we often worked out together, spotting each other and helping each other determine our progress. I encouraged him to enter some amateur bodybuilding competitions. It took quite a bit of convincing, but he finally did, and even won a few of the local contests he entered. As I began to mature, Dad was very open about sex, taking care to educate me in all aspects of it. The best part was the fact that he was totally uninhibited and showed no embarrassment while telling me everything he felt I should know. It helped me develop a very healthy attitude toward all kinds of sex. I was a fairly bright kid to begin with, and had grown very close to Dad in MomÕs absence, so I was not at all uncomfortable with the frank discussions he and I had on a fairly regular basis. Naturally, all of these discussions took place as I was discovering the ÒotherÓ uses for my penis besides pissing. My father was very open about sex during that time, and also about nudity. After we had had a few of our frank discussions, he started going around the house nearly nude all the time, usually wearing just a brief micro-bikini bathing suit or sometimes just a jockstrap. When I finally got a look at his cock, I was amazed at how long and thick it was Ð a pendulous piece of meat that hung between his legs and rested on his balls as though his scrotum was a cushiony pillow for his manhood. Although I knew he had a big dick, I never found out how big it really was until I finally saw it erect. I remember the first time like it was yesterday. It was a lazy summer afternoon. Since Dad taught summer school and coached a summer swim league, he spent a great deal of time at 57


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school that summer. I spent a lot of time home alone during the day. I worked out a lot, swam in our backyard pool, and thought about sex. I was still a virgin, so I jerked off a lot, frequently fantasizing about my father having sex with his girlfriends. I would fantasize about him ÒsharingÓ those girls with me. DonÕt ask me why, but my climaxes were always the most intense when I thought about having a three-way with my father and one of his girlfriends. During the previous school year, a rumor had started among some of the guys I hung out with that a girl who lived next door to Dad and me, Tracy, loved to get fucked and that she fucked indiscriminately. The way I had heard it, any guy with a big hard dick could get into her pants. I couldnÕt get Tracy off my mind, of course, especially since she lived right next door. Finally, I got the courage to invite her over for an afternoon swim one day when I knew my dad would be at school till early evening. Tracy knew about her own reputation, so she knew what I was after when I invited her over Ð I hoped to lose my virginity. By accepting my invitation, I knew she meant to give me what I wanted. My hormones were certainly raging that morning. My cock was hard from the moment I woke up, knowing she was coming over that day Ñ it took all my self control to prevent myself from jerking off several times in anticipation. The exercising I had done under my fatherÕs tutelage had given me firm, bulging muscles in all the right places, and a nice V-shaped torso that I was especially proud of. I had blond hair like my dad, and had been told more than once that I was as handsome as he was. I had also apparently inherited my fatherÕs big dick. It was almost eight inches when fully hard and so thick that I could barely get my own hand around it. The only hair I had on my body was under my arms and between my legs. I was hoping it wouldnÕt take a lot of effort to get laid. As it turned out, it was hardly any effort at all. In fact, we were only in the pool for a few minutes before she suggested we get out and ÒrelaxÓ. Then, before I knew it, we were on my bed upstairs making out like there was no tomorrow. My thick cock was hard as steel, as you can imagine. So when she finally whispered in my ear, ÒFuck me,Ó I was only too happy to oblige. I jumped off the bed and was naked in no time. When I stood back up after sliding off my bathing suit, I saw Tracy raise her legs straight up into the air and slide her own bikini bottom up and off. When she lowered her legs back down to the bed, they were spread wide apart, her juicy cunt just waiting for my rock-hard prick. During all of our discussions about sex, my father had warned me about maintaining self control the first time I fucked a girl. He explained that most young guys Òlose itÓ quickly the first time theyÕre confronted with the chance to sink their meat into a girlÕs tight, wet 58


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hole. So I tried to play it cool as I climbed back onto the bed, my hardon leading the way. I climbed directly on top of Tracy, but she was even more impatient than I was. She grabbed my raging dick and guided it down right into her snatch. All I had to do was push and I felt my dick enveloped in soft, moist warmth. When I hit bottom, I knew that my self-control wouldnÕt last very long at all! As I gave my dick one final push, and settled my body on top of hers, I heard her say, ÒOh, so big É and so-o-o good!Ó Then her eyes rolled up into her head and I knew it was time to begin fucking her. I did. Suddenly I heard the sound of a cough behind me. Startled, I stopped fucking and turned around. There was my father, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a half-smile on his face. He was home early! It took Tracy a moment to figure out what was going on. When she finally did, she calmly got up, put her bathing suit back on and said, ÒUh, Tim, I think I better leave now.Ó She turned and walked slowly toward the door. Dad stepped out of her way to let her by, and then we both heard her go down the stairs and out the back door. I was amazed at how calm she was in this really embarrassing situation! Yeah, she was calm alright. But I was pissed! My balls ached Õcause I had been so close to cumming in her when I was cut off in mid-stroke, so to speak. Between that and the fact that my father was still chuckling at me, I was infuriated! I started ranting and raving about how long had he been standing there watching, and what about my privacy and lots more shit like that. Dad never answered me. In fact, as I was ranting, his smile faded and he started looking real serious. It was then I noticed that he was looking seriously at my cock! It was still hard as a rock and twitching like it was searching for that warm hole that it had been pulled out of so suddenly. I donÕt know what came over me, but when I realized that my fatherÕs attention was riveted on my crotch, and I saw the look on his face that I later came to recognize as sex hunger, I decided to play out the scene as far as it would go. Little did I know just how far the scene would play out! I was still complaining about having been interrupted in the midst of such a great fuck, but I wasnÕt yelling any more. I shifted positions on the bed, facing my father directly. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wide, hanging them over the edge of the bed, giving Dad an unobstructed view of my big dick and swollen balls. It was then that my father unconsciously licked his lips. I was stunned, but I didnÕt let it show. I was finally beginning to realize just where I could go with this. I changed the tone of my voice, trying to sound more like a wounded little boy rather than a pissed-off teenager. I looked him right in the eyes and said, ÒThe worst part is not getting my rocks off! I was so close 59


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when you interrupted. It would have felt great. Now look.Ó I looked down at my dick. ÒIÕve still got a hardon but no place to shoot my loadÓ A slight whimper escaped from his lips. I looked down and saw his own big hardon stretching down the left thigh of his tight shorts. I continued in my little boy voice. ÒNow what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do with this nice hard dick and the load waiting to come out? With Tracy gone, I got nobody to help me with this cock or to take my load.Ó Then I paused. I looked at my father real seriously while I moved my right hand down to my crotch and held my cock straight up so he could see how big and hard it was. I made it twitch a little and his eyes widened. Then he finally looked up at me. I smiled at him as I gently stroked my dick up and down. ÒMaybe I spoke too soon. Maybe I do have someone to help me out. Do you want to help your boy with his hardon, Daddy?Ó I donÕt know why I called him that Ñ I hadnÕt called him that in years, but thatÕs how it came out and somehow it felt right. I looked down at my dick again, knowing that DaddyÕs eyes would follow. Even I was surprised at how quickly he came into the room, dropped to his knees between my outstretched legs and wrestled my 60


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cock out of my hand into his own. I leaned back on both elbows, content just to watch. He held my cock upright and stared at it closely, examining it almost scientifically. Finally, his eyes widened again, he inhaled with a growl, opened his mouth wide and sank his head down on my dick until he was practically kissing my pubes. He lifted his head up an inch or so and my dick felt incredible friction as it slid out of his tight throat. I threw my head back and let out a strangled cry. He pushed his head back down and seemed to go even further that time. I was in ecstasy. If I thought TracyÕs pussy felt great, DaddyÕs throat was absolute heaven! Then he started sucking. He sucked my cock like his mouth was a vacuum cleaner. I was lost in another world Ð a world that was totally centered around my cock. It was all I could think about, how good my cock felt. I vaguely thought for a moment about the fact that only a cocksucking pro could give head this good, and that this couldnÕt possibly be DaddyÕs first time, but it felt too good to be able to focus on anything but the incredible sensations coming from my dick. So the thought passed quickly. After a few minutes with my head tossed back, I looked down at my crotch. My daddy was hungrily feeding on my horny teenaged cock and both he and I were loving it. Then it struck me! This was my daddy sucking my cock with such enthusiasm. I lived with Daddy. That meant that I would have his mouth and throat available all the time. Any time I wanted, IÕd be able to get a blowjob (And a really great one at that)! The thought sent me over the edge. I groaned audibly and the cream just started pouring out of my cock into DaddyÕs mouth. It startled him a little, I think, but he sure recovered quickly. As my spasms slowed down Ð it took a long time because Daddy kept sucking continuously as I came Ð Daddy let my dick slide out of his mouth. He kept his lips tightly sealed. He looked up at me, tilted his head back and opened his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and thatÕs when I realized what he was doing. He was showing me my own cum! He had collected my load in his mouth but hadnÕt swallowed it yet. He closed his mouth, looking me directly in the eyes. Then, he made a point of letting me see him swish my cum around his mouth, savoring it, and then he smiled as he swallowed my load in one loud gulp. He sighed, licked his lips, and said, ÒMmmm, delicious!Ó Needless to say, DaddyÕs little show of taking my cum and loving it so much kept my dick nice and hard. I said, ÒDaddy, why donÕt you go back down on it? But nice and slow this time so I can really enjoy it.Ó I moved further up on the bed, leaning back on the pillows. Once again, I made a show of spreading my legs, ending with them spread far apart in the shape of a ÒUÓ. Daddy crawled up on the bed, never 61


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taking his eyes off my dick. I stopped him, though, and made him take his clothes off. When he stood up, I saw the cum stain in his shorts. He had cum while sucking me! ThatÕs when I knew I had it made. Even as he stripped, he never took his eyes off my dick. I made him turn around when he lowered his shorts so I could look at his butt as he bent over to slide them off. His butt was big, round, and smooth. Without knowing exactly why, it turned me on to see his beautiful round ass. I had him keep his arms at his side as he turned around slowly. His cock gradually came into view, and I saw where my own big dick came from. Sticking straight up from my daddyÕs crotch, reaching well past his navel, was eleven inches of thick, rock-hard cock meat! I was impressed. I stared at it as he faced me, whistled softly and said, ÒDaddy has a nice pee-pee, doesnÕt he? Too bad heÕs not going to be allowed to touch it.Ó I wasnÕt sure if what I had said had registered with Daddy, so I continued. ÒNow get up here, Daddy, and suck your boyÕs cock again. And donÕt forget not to touch your own pee-pee while youÕre doing me.Ó In a flash, Daddy was between my legs again. As before, he grabbed my dick and stared at it for a long time. I grew impatient, so I reached down and grabbed a handful of DaddyÕs thick blond hair and just pushed his mouth down over my dick. He started sucking up and down. I reminded him, ÒNice and slow this time, okay, Daddy?Ó I was back in heaven! I decided to let Daddy know how much I was enjoying what he was doing. ÒOh, Daddy. ThatÕs it. Suck your boyÕs big dick. Oh, Daddy your mouth feels so-o-o-o good on my cock. ThatÕs it. Suck harder. Yeah!Ó I had my hands behind my head, resting fully against the pillows. My legs were spread wide and Daddy was kneeling between them, feasting on my teenaged meat. I moved my right hand to the top of DaddyÕs head and started exerting pressure. I took control of the blowjob, moving DaddyÕs head up and down my fuckpole with the speed and depth that felt best to me. I let go and Daddy took over again. ÒYou really like my cock, donÕt you, Daddy?Ó He looked up at me and made a sound like, ÒMmmm, hmm!Ó My cock never left his mouth. ÒYeah, I can see it. I wonder what else you like.Ó He looked up again and said, in a very serious tone, ÒAnything you want, son. Anything.Ó ÒAnything? ThatÕs great! IÕve always wondered what it feels like to get rimmed. ThatÕs what I want, Daddy. I want you to rim my asshole.Ó I abruptly lifted up my legs, pulling my dick from DaddyÕs mouth. I presented my asscrack to his mouth. I reached down and spread the cheeks of my ass for him to see. He dived in like a starving man. The first touch of his tongue 62


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against my hole was like a hot poker, sending chills throughout my groin and causing a distinct throb in my pecker which, naturally, was still rock hard. It rested against my belly, and the head of it, red and shiny with DaddyÕs spit, rubbed against the ridges of my abs. Between that and DaddyÕs tongue, I felt great. As DaddyÕs tongue poked my hole, I cried out, ÒOh, Daddy! Your tongue feels so good. Oh, yeah, lick that hole, Daddy. Clean out your boyÕs hole. Tongue-fuck me, Daddy! Oh, yes!Ó I was loving it. My dick throbbed as my DaddyÕs expert tongue rimmed my virgin asshole. I was leaking gallons of sticky pre-cum, and felt that if I let him continue eating me like that, IÕd cum again without even touching my pole. Finally, I couldnÕt take it anymore. I lowered my legs and said, ÒSuck my cock some more, Daddy.Ó When I got close to cumming again, I lifted up my legs again and said, ÒRim me some more, Daddy.Ó I also let him lick and suck my sensitive, hairless balls. This went on for the better part of an hour. My daddy just licked and sucked wherever I wanted him to. Finally, I was ready to blow another load Ð more than ready. I got up on my knees and pointed my cock at DaddyÕs face. He rested on his elbows as I angled his head the way I wanted it. I said, ÒOpen up wide, Daddy, so your boy can feed you another load.Ó I slipped my dick between DaddyÕs lips and stuck it all the way down his throat in one clean stroke. I grabbed hold of DaddyÕs head on either side, gripping his ears hard. Then, holding his head still, I started fucking his throat. Slowly at first, then with much more force. I pounded and pounded, feeling my balls bouncing off DaddyÕs chin and his nose pressing into my groin each time I was buried in his throat all the way. His face was turning red from the stress and the lack of oxygen, but I didnÕt care. I just knew I wanted to cum real bad. I fucked and fucked DaddyÕs mouth. Finally, I came. I screamed out loud and the first spurt of my cum went right down DaddyÕs throat. Then, I eased my dick out and shot the rest into his mouth. He kept sucking, making me tremble with pleasure. I kept my dick in his mouth for a long time, letting it soften as he continued the suction. When it finally popped out, I fell back into the pillows. I pulled Daddy up and held him close. I stroked his head and said, ÒDaddy, I fed you again. What do you say?Ó ÒThank you, son, Thank you.Ó ÒYouÕre more than welcome, Daddy. And donÕt worry. Now that I understand how much you need dick, IÕll make sure you get plenty.Ó Daddy moaned when he heard that, and then purred like a kitten and rested his head on my shoulder. I continued stroking his head, running my fingers through his thick hair. We dozed a bit. Then I glanced at the clock. It was almost 7 oÕclock! I had been having sex all afternoon! And this night with Daddy was far from over. I just needed a little rest, thatÕs all. 63


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Later, I woke Daddy and said, ÒIÕm hungry, Daddy. Go get me something to eat.Ó It came out like an order, not a request. But still in that little boy voice. He got up and went to get me some dinner. As he walked out of my room, I once again admired that firm, fantastic bubble-butt and my dick throbbed just a little. Daddy came back a little while later, carrying a tray with two big sandwiches, some cookies and a tall glass of milk. I asked if he was having anything. ÒAfter those two huge loads you just fed me, do you think I have any room left for food?Ó We both chuckled at that. He placed the tray down so that it straddled my body. Then he got back on the bed, spread my legs for me and crawled under the tray till his mouth hit my nutsack. Then he just started licking. He licked and sucked my balls the whole time I ate. By the time I finished eating, my cock was hard again. I put the tray aside and said, ÒSuck my dick, Daddy.Ó He dived on it like before. I lit a cigarette and smoked it lazily while I enjoyed DaddyÕs hot sucking mouth once again. When I finished the cigarette, I put it out and said, almost routinely, ÒOkay, Daddy, IÕm ready. IÕm going to fuck you now. Get on your back, Daddy, and lift your legs and spread them. Show me your hole.Ó Once again, I was amazed at how quickly he got into the position I asked. He offered me his hole, which was totally hairless Ñ as was his whole body. (He kept his body shaved for the bodybuilding competitions.) He puckered his hole in and out, making it look like it was blowing me kisses. I offered him my dick and said, ÒSlick my cock up nice and wet, Daddy, so I can get it all the way in you the first time smooth and clean.Ó Daddy stuck his tongue out and licked my cock up and down. When I pulled away, he said, ÒPlease, son, plow me good.Ó ÒOh, I will, Daddy, I will.Ó I climbed into position, my dick eagerly anticipating the warm tightness of DaddyÕs hole. As Tracy had done this afternoon, Daddy grabbed my dick and aimed it directly at his hole. I just pushed. My dick entered DaddyÕs warm chute easily. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers, or maybe like a velvet glove. I sank my meat completely in a single thrust. I didnÕt know how good it was gonna feel, but it was fantastic! ÒFuck me, son! Fuck me hard!Ó I obliged. Since I had already cum twice that day, this one was going to take a while. It did. A long while. I glanced at the clock Ð I had been fucking my daddyÕs ass for over an hour, both of us sweating and grunting as I deep-dicked him faster and faster. I headed down the home stretch. I looked down and there were DaddyÕs tits. I dove down and latched onto one of his nipples. As I sucked, I realized I had discovered something else about my daddy. His nipples were connected directly to his asshole! The harder I sucked his nipple, the 64


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more I felt like his hole was sucking my dick as I sank it in and out of his asshole relentlessly. It finally all got to me. I came deep in his ass, pumping my cream out in long, strong spurts. He came all over himself. And just like last time, he came without touching himself, just from getting fucked by his boy! I smiled when, once again, I understood what this meant for the future. My dick softened and popped out. I curled up next to my daddy and we slept soundly.

Inch Allah by Jack Sabatier I never went into DadÕs room when he took a nap, so when the phone rang I took a message from one of his foreign service buddies about a drink they were planning to have in Tallahassee. I started to knock when I saw the door to his room was ajar. Tom Hutton wanted to know if five oÕclock was convenient for Dad. I pushed the door gently so I wouldnÕt disturb Dad if he was asleep. Dad wasnÕt asleep. What I saw from the half-open door startled me. Dad was kneeling on all fours. Mustafa, our servant, was hunched over DadÕs back. Dad was grunting and the Arab servant was gasping with what I thought at first was pain. The servantÕs olive-colored body rose and fell over my fatherÕs smooth white ass. DadÕs terry cloth robe and MustafaÕs white linen pants lay beside their grunting, gasping bodies. After a few seconds of stupefaction, my dick realized what they were doing before my brain did. As I watched the swaying, humping men my cock tingled in my pants. I slipped my fiery, juicy erection out of my fly as I watched my twitching, pale-skinned father offering his butt to the lusty, thrashing dick of his olive-skinned servant. I could have shot my wad in a few seconds just from watching them. My dick, thrilled to the tip of its rigid, tingling shaft, pulsated in my stroking hand. In frustration I remembered Tom HuttonÕs request to meet my father at five oÕclock. Would my father and his servant still be fucking by the time I could tell his friend Dad would call him back later? In the time it took me to get my hard dick crammed back in my pants, stumble to the telephone and deliver the message to Tom, DadÕs door was closed. Excluded from the scene, I retreated to the bathroom where I found my dick, far from looking dejected, pulsing for relief. A vivid replay of DadÕs swaying body and MustafaÕs humping swarthy legs brought my dick to a thrashing, seething, and spurting climax. How would I ever achieve such an overpowering orgasm again? I drowned myself in an overwhelming flood of cum. Picturing my father in submission to his swarthy servant, I found 65


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my dick still hard and nagging me to rub it to glory again. Thoughts of my father or his servant getting up from the floor to close the door of his room to prevent my return to watch them complete their coupling cooled my ardor. How could they have seen me when their backs were turned to the door? Dad asked to see me when I appeared from the bathroom, still damp from my orgasm. He asked about the scrawled message I had left under his door. I was shy about being questioned by my father. I repeated what time his friend had told me over the phone and found I was blushing. Dad asked me into his room. ÒAre you all right, Son? You look upset.Ó Dad crossed his lanky legs in the wing chair and looked carefully at me. ÒDid you have an upsetting experience a while ago?Ó I shifted my gaze to the floor where I had seen his bathrobe and MustafaÕs pants half an hour earlier. ÒMustafa told me somebody was at the door. He says it was you. He saw your reflection in the mirror. He said you left suddenly. Were you disturbed by what you saw?Ó He caught my eye. I looked at the mirror and saw a reflection of the door. ÒWere you interested in what you saw? If you were interested, son, I donÕt blame you. ItÕs not often a son sees his father enjoying sex.Ó He grasped my hand. ÒMustafa thinks you enjoyed what you saw.Ó Dad looked at my crotch and squeezed my hand. My dick stiffened in my jockey shorts. ÒHe thinks you had an erection. If you had a hardon, 66


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I donÕt blame you. YouÕre a healthy boy. Boys get hardons, just like dads. I like sex. I know you like it, too. I meant to tell you this before, but until I retired we never seemed to have the time to talk about this. I hope youÕre not embarrassed if we talk man to man now.Ó Dad gave me a meaningful look and continued. ÒWhat you saw is not unusual. You need to understand IÕve known Mustafa for a long time. WeÕve known and enjoyed each otherÕs company long before you were born. Mustafa is hot-blooded, like me. I need frequent sex. So does he. I suspect youÕre like us. IÕd like you to watch the strongest pleasure a man can enjoy. As soon as I get back from my drink with Tom this evening I want to show you what you missed when we closed the door.

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Mustafa said you went to the bathroom after you saw us together. If you didnÕt shoot all the lead out of your pencil youÕll have some left to watch us finish our party. I think I can trust you to wait until I get back.Ó Waiting for Dad to return from his trip to town I found Mustafa in the kitchen, preparing supper. What Dad said about letting me watch what he called the strongest pleasure a man can enjoy had made my dick horny with anticipation. ÒWould you like a glass of orange fizz?Ó the servant asked. Without waiting for my reply he squirted seltzer in a glass of juice and handed it to me. His large hairy hand offering the glass excited me. My hand shook as I drank. I watched him step lithely around the kitchen. His body, clothed in his flowing white robe, was athletic and attractive. I used to imagine what lay in repose under the tight loin cloth he wore when we lived in Cairo and Ergani. Memories of his dark hairy thighs and swarthy satin skin made my dick thump in my pants. The muscular man was a formal person. When I asked him a question he looked at me with distant, but often melting, black eyes. ÒDo you know when Dad is coming back, Mustafa?Ó I tried to keep back the excitement I felt when he looked at me. ÒYes, Little Master, soon. Are you hungry?Ó He offered to fix me an omelette. We would eat supper late. ÒYour father is planning an entertainment first, I think, before supper. I will fix an omelette with fresh oysters. You will be hungry and you should keep up your strength.Ó From boyhood I learned not to oppose Mustafa. If he thought I needed a drink, a mea,l or a nap, I accepted it with resignation. ÒMustafa, What kind of entertainment is Dad planning?Ó I ate my omelette. ÒThat is for your father to tell you.Ó ÒDad said I was a healthy boy. He said he was hot-blooded. Like you. Is that true?Ó ÒIf your father says it, it is true. I cannot answer more than that. Finish your omelette, Little Master.Ó I finished my omelette and put my hand on my crotch under his attentive eye. ÒI wish he would hurry up.Ó Mustafa smiled to himself. ÒYour father asked you please not to go into the bathroom to finger yourself before he returns.Ó When Dad got home he asked for wine in his room. Mustafa brought a glass for Dad but not for me. ÒWeÕre going to celebrate, Mustafa. Bring a glass for Bud.Ó Mustafa brought a glass of wine for me and left us. ÒLetÕs get comfortable, Bud.Ó Dad took off his shoes. As he stood to remove them, I saw he had a swelling in his pants I couldnÕt mistake for anything but a hardon. His dick plunged out of his fly before he could pull down his white shorts. It was slim and pointed. ÒI said we were going to talk man to man this evening. Get your dick out, Son.Ó I took my dick out of my jockeys and Dad beckoned. He gazed at my 68


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thick, swollen dick and took it in his hand. ÒI thought it would prepare you to understand my tastes if I left the door open when the phone rang so you could see for yourself what I enjoy. Were you shocked, son?Ó My dick tingled in DadÕs hand. ÒNo, Dad. I wasnÕt shocked. How did you know I jerked off in the bathroom?Ó ÒMustafa knew you would go to the bathroom to jerk off after you saw us.Ó Dad stroked my dick affectionately. ÒIf youÕre ready, son, call Mustafa in. You can sit in my chair and play with yourself while you watch us. Would you like that? You will see what we do is natural and instinctive. It is the strongest pleasure I know.Ó After calling Mustafa, I took off my jockey shorts and sat in DadÕs chair. Mustafa unwrapped his diaper-like cloth from his hairy loins, dropped it at my feet and positioned his slippery-looking tool in DadÕs ass. His cock had a swarthy shaft with a wide purple head; it was long and thick. Dad, on all fours like IÕd seen him in the doorway, spread his smooth ass cheeks with both hands and grasped the ArabÕs huge cock in his ruddy hole. The servant plunged his snake-like weapon into DadÕs butt while my father spread the widening hole with his digging fingers. Mustafa leaned the weight of his magnificent hairy body on my fatherÕs buttocks. He pushed past DadÕs fingers and swiftly drove his bulging tool in to the hilt. His hairy balls, as big as coconuts, slapped DadÕs butt. I got down on my knees beside Mustafa to see how his cock fit in DadÕs ass before the servant started to pound his tool in and out of my fatherÕs butt. It looked like DadÕs hole was sucking the weapon in with each of MustafaÕs driving thrusts. His jabs were deep and hard. I didnÕt recognize the gentle Mustafa in the man who pounded and lunged in and out of my fatherÕs bouncing ass. DadÕs ass swiveled under the pounding. I watched him grind his butt on the driving tool. I pumped my dick in my fist, my eyes on MustafaÕs lunging hairy ass, which tightened as he plowed DadÕs hole. Mustafa spit on his fingers and reached for my dick. Grasping it gently, he ran his wet fingers over the length of it and moved aside, withdrawing his dick from DadÕs pink hole which bulged open like a mouth. Dad grunted. ÒMustafaÕs making way for you if you want to take his place for a few minutes, son. Do you want him to put your dick in my ass for a few minutes to see what it feels like?Ó I gasped in a broken voice. ÒYeah, Dad.Ó ÒGo ahead, son. You can fuck my ass if you want to.Ó The servant guided my dick to DadÕs open pink hole. I let out a gasp of delight as the pressure from the servantÕs gentle hand gave way to the tight, squeezing lips of DadÕs sphincter. ÒThatÕs it. YouÕre going in. Push it in, son.Ó 69


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It felt like a hundred steely rings were massaging my dick as it poked its way past the tight, expanding muscles of his ass. ÒDo you like it?Ó I whispered. ÒYes, Sir!Ó ÒPush your dick hard, like you saw Mustafa push his.Ó I tilted forward, raising on my toes like Mustafa, and pushed my dick swiftly into the clutching, bottomless hole of DadÕs sucking ass. The head of my dick reached a warm, enveloping softness. My balls clung stubbornly like they were suspended on the edge of a slippery precipice. I couldnÕt push my dick any farther. I banged my balls against the steely rings of DadÕs sphincter but his tight muscles held them outside the warm hole. ÒDad, I canÕt push any farther.Ó ÒThatÕs right, son. Your big dick is all the way in. Back up and push it back in hard. Could you see how Mustafa shoved his big dick in and out? Shove it in and out, sometimes pull it back real far. DonÕt pull it clear out. Bounce up and down on my butt. Sink it slowly if you feel a rubbery bump. ThatÕs my joy button. Did you see how Mustafa pounded my joy button? Pound that button hard. That button is my prostate. It sends electric charges to my balls. Every time you push that button I can feel it all the way to my knees. YouÕll get the hang of it soon.Ó As I withdrew my dick I felt MustafaÕs gentle hands guide me. His hands on my butt drew me out and shoved me in as far as DadÕs joy button. His cupped and clasping hands directed and thrust my hips. When my dick hit its target Dad shivered. ÒThatÕs the boy. You got it. Slam it hard.Ó I slammed. Dad groaned. ÒYou got it. ThatÕs good. Real good. Give it to me hard.Ó I slammed and pounded, under MustafaÕs expert, shoving hands. Dad groaned every time I sank my dick at his button. ÒThat feels great, Bud. YouÕve got the cock for this. It feels just like MustafaÕs.Ó Proud of myself, I slammed DadÕs ass and enjoyed his compliments. ÒYouÕre a good cocksman, a real stud, son. YouÕve worked hard. ItÕs time you enjoyed yourself. Make it feel good for yourself. Which do you like better, fucking a fist or fucking an ass?Ó It wasnÕt a hard question to answer. I told Dad I liked ass. ÒGood. Have yourself a party. Fuck my ass. Do what comes naturally. Have a good time.Ó I slid voluptuously in and out of DadÕs clutching hole. It felt great. DadÕs hole was so hot on my dick I knew I was close to spilling a load that was going to come close to the intensity of the load I spilled in the bathroom. ÒDad, IÕm gonna É.Ó ÒShoot, Buddy. Shoot, boy. Shoot me your load.Ó 70


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ÒHere it comes, Dad. IÕm cumm-m-m-m-ing É.Ó Something tickled my ass as I said this. I got the strangest, most exciting feeling like something was tickling me where I itched, in a spot where IÕd never itched before. My ass tingled. I could feel the electric tingles twitching in my balls. My balls quivered. My dick throbbed. My spurts wracked my spine. I never felt spurts sting so hot as I thrust deep gushing wads into the sensational warmth and depth of DadÕs bowels. As my load finished frantically, I felt the tingling acutely in my ass. ÒDid you like fucking me, Buddy?Ó ÒYes, Sir, it was great.Ó ÒYou want to do it again, boy?Ó ÒPlease, Sir.Ó ÒYou can stop playing with his asshole, Mustafa, the boy needs a rest.Ó ÒCertainly, Master.Ó MustafaÕs tickling fingers fell away from my buttocks. ÒBring your dick up here, son, get in front of my head and feed me your dripping cock.Ó I was startled at DadÕs request, but put my sagging, oozing dick, which was straight out of his warm, clutching ass, into his hot sucking mouth. He gulped my head into his lips and swallowed my whole shaft into his throat. My dick swelled into hardness. I felt prickles of joy on my head and tingling flutters in my soaring shaft. It didnÕt feel like an ass, but it was nice. I liked his tongue tracing the flange of my head and the veins of my shaft. This was better than nice. This was sensational. Mustafa gazed at me over DadÕs smooth back, like he was enjoying the sensations I was experiencing in my fatherÕs mouth. DadÕs hand reached below his own hairless belly for the ArabÕs hairy cock. MustafaÕs hairy cock slid effortless, gracefully, into the hot hole IÕd vacated. I had a pang of regret when I saw his cock begin a hard, purposeful in-and-out motion. I almost wished my dick was back in that exciting hole. The servant fucked my father while Dad sucked my straining dick. I began to feel sharp pinpricks as Dad sucked me. Pinpricks that felt like tiny gushes of cum that were trying to spin straight out of my itching dick. The more Dad sucked the more the pinpricks stung and tingled. I shook with the delightful feeling, as each tiny prick gained the intensity of a preliminary gush of cum. Was I cumming? IÕd never felt so many cum shivers before. It was like I was cumming in little gushes over and over. Each gush getting a tiny bit more tingly. I began to fuck DadÕs mouth in earnest, for speedy relief. Dad stopped sucking just as I was going to shout to him I was about to cum. Mustafa hesitated and ground his jabs to a halt. ÒDid you cum, son?Ó Dad looked at the beads of milky jism spilling from my pee hole. ÒI guess so, Sir. It sure felt like it.Ó 71


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He licked the beads of jism tenderly out of my pee hole. ÒI think youÕve got some hot cum left in your balls.Ó He held my ball sack, weighing it in his hand. ÒIt feels like youÕve still got a heavy load in there. Mustafa, letÕs give the boy another chance to spurt his load up my ass.Ó Deferentially Mustafa vacated DadÕs butt hole for me. He gripped my lightly juicing dick and aimed it at DadÕs fluttering slot. Once inside his grasping hole I lost the desire to relieve my trickling dick fast. The clutching hole made me want to stay in its tantalizing depths forever. ÒFuck me, boy.Ó ÒYes, Sir.Ó When I began my grinding instincts I had perfected earlier, I felt an itchy feeling between my ass cheeks. I felt a tickle that penetrated the warm slot. Pressure at my sphincter muscle increased. I pressed my butt cheeks tight and squirmed at the tickly intrusion. ÒYoung Master, relax your muscles,Ó MustafaÕs soft voice pleaded. ÒSon, I asked Mustafa to put his finger in your butt while you fucked me. I wanted him to show you the benefit I get when a dick probes my hole. Let him show you. If you donÕt like the sensation, heÕll stop.Ó My butt cheeks and pucker relaxed as ordered. I felt a tickling that soothed and relieved the itch in my hole. The tickling was so pleasant I resumed stroking in and out of DadÕs ass. The pleasure in DadÕs hole was so compelling I ground my dick intently. As I thrust the head of my dick at his pulsing joy button I felt a pressure building in my rectum. My rectum received a continuing stretching and massaging that intensified everything I felt in my thrusting dick. My balls were stimulated by the gentle expanding going on in my rectum. ÒAre you all right, Young Master? How does it feel?Ó MustafaÕs anxious voice asked. ÒFine,Ó I muttered, increasing my stroke to a pounding jerk. I felt a tickling, rubbing sensation on my butt cheeks. ÒIt feels great to me, son. Keep plugging my ass.Ó I threw all my weight into fucking DadÕs ass. I heaved and bucked. I felt a solid pressure in my rectum and a new hardness inside me. MustafaÕs warm, hairy body bore down on me. His strong arms held me. I smelled the bittersweet smell of his perspiration. My dick throbbed and I knew I was on the brink of cumming. ÒIÕm going to É.Ó I couldnÕt get any more words out. My dick went over the brink and spasmed. I felt ecstatic pleasure in front and a creeping, growing, wild feeling in back. ÒShoot your load, son. Flood my ass,Ó DadÕs clutching, tightening muscles pulled a spurting flow of molten, volatile sperm from my jerking, spasming dick. Instead of tapering off, my sperm shot increasing loads as I felt a mysterious, scorching fluid voiding powerfully through 72


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the twisting, contracting shafts of my bowels. I grunted in surprise. ÒAre you shooting, Mustafa? I can feel it through BuddyÕs plunging cock,Ó Dad roared. ÒYes, Master.Ó DadÕs ass clutched tighter. His clutches on my dick and his moans of eerie delight brought fresh spurts from my plunging dick. ÒFuck me good. Fuck the boy, Mustafa. Make him shoot your fluid into my orgasming butt.Ó DadÕs body bucked and trembled under mine and MustafaÕs weight. ÒItÕs so good. ItÕs so great to be fucked by the two men I love the best. IÕm cumming. Yeah, IÕm cumm-m-m-m-ing.Ó As our spurting and spasming passed its height, Mustafa began to move his snake-like length slowly out of the wet coils of my juicy bowels. I tightened on his retreating dick. ÒAre you leaving me, Mustafa?Ó ÒYou do not want me to leave you, Young Master?Ó ÒNo, please stay. I like you inside me so much.Ó ÒYou guys are too much,Ó Dad said. I felt him tighten his butt on my dick. ÒI always said,Ó Dad said gently, Òyou guys are alike. Your cocks feel the same in my butt. You fuck the same. I had to get your cock in my ass, son, to prove it. You both shoot the biggest fucking loads.Ó ÒIt is true, Master. He is like my son. I love the boy.Ó ÒYou know and I know Buddy is your son, my friend. Look at the way his dark hair grows on his body, the way his dick curls at the point, like an Arab sword, the shining olive-colored skin he gets from you. Look in his eyes, his dark eyes, like yours, Mustafa, and tell him he isnÕt your son.Ó ÒMaster, it is possible. It was a lapse of the moment. An error. I couldnÕt help myself.Ó ÒYou needed sex so bad you couldnÕt wait until I got home.Ó Dad wasnÕt angry. He sounded like he had said it many times before. ÒForgive me, Master.Ó Mustafa sounded resigned like he had said it before too. I felt a thickening of his cock in my ass. I squeezed it. ÒI love you, Dad. I love you, Mustafa. Why canÕt I have two dads?Ó My dick tingled. ÒTwo dads to fuck me. And two dads to suck my dick?Ó Dad tightened up on my dick in his ass. ÒYou can have two dads to fuck you. If thatÕs what you want. But youÕve only got one dad to suck you, because Mustafa, who is a good Muslim, doesnÕt suck.Ó ÒThatÕs okay. If Mustafa doesnÕt suck, can I suck him?Ó I felt my ÒnewÓ fatherÕs cock throb in my ass. ÒIf Mustafa doesnÕt mind his half Arab son sucking his Muslim cock, get down on it, Son.Ó ÒInch Allah. If Allah is willing,Ó said Mustafa, gently withdrawing his snake-like cock. ÒCan I, Mustafa?Ó My hole felt empty without his cock in my gut. 73


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ÒYou can do anything you please, except one thing, Young Master.Ó ÒI know what that is,Ó Dad laughed. ÒMustafa doesnÕt want to be fucked.Ó ÒWho knows?Ó chortled Mustafa. ÒInch Allah.Ó That was how I found out I had an Arab dad. My other dad explained things to me. My smooth, white-skinned Dad had accepted me as his legal son when I was born. I think he forgave Mustafa every day the lusty Arab fucked his hungry ass. ÒMustafa, when he was young, fucked anything that moved,Ó he told me later. ÒI couldnÕt stop him. He fucked your mom the first night I left them alone in the house in Rashid. You were born nine months later. Mustafa, your father, has been loyal to me without exception since you were born. HeÕs speaking the truth when he said he loved you like a son. He worshiped you as a child and protected you when your schoolmates made insinuating remarks about your dark skin, velvety eyes, and hairy body. You are beautiful, son, and a spitting likeness of my lover. I love you both, very much.Ó After this revelation, and the first time I had sex with my legal father and biological dad, I loved both of them passionately. Dad, who is five years older than Mustafa, taught me how to suck cock. I love to suck both my dadsÕ cocks. My Arab dad has taught me not only how to enjoy a dick up my ass but also how to fuck butt in the painless and pleasurable way he showed me my first time. Mustafa has a few silvery hairs in his moustache. The shaggy hair on his chest and legs is raven black, like mine. My other Dad wants me to grow a furry Arab moustache like MustafaÕs to tickle him when I kiss him. Mustafa has promised a surprise on my twenty-first birthday. My other dad knows what it is. I think I might get my first crack at my hot Arab fatherÕs virgin hole. Inch Allah. If Allah is willing.

Nighttime by Emmet Lyon At first, as the boy lay there, he wasnÕt sure if he had sensed something in the silence of the night or if it was only something he had dreamed Ð a footfall? But then he heard his fatherÕs slow breathing and felt the manÕs soft approach to the bed where he lay. A hand brushed back the hair from his forehead, and he opened his eyes to see his father gazing tenderly. ÒSon?Ó Ð a question. The boy nodded, meeting his fatherÕs gaze without hesitation, slowly abandoning the last vestiges of sleep. Gently, the man lifted the sheet that covered his sonÕs smooth limbs and pulled it to the foot of the bed. A single shaft of moonlight revealed the boyÕs beauty Ð flawless skin, a young Adonis, boyish muscles revealed in light and silver shadow. Slowly, his father undid the robe he wore and let it fall to the floor Ð another beauty revealed, but of a different world: dark swirls of hair, broad shoulders and strong 74


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thighs, a powerful cock stiffening, heavy balls hanging low Ð an Olympian. He sat at the side of his sonÕs bed and collected the boy in his arms, pulling him into his embrace Ð a kiss, man and boy, father and son, tongues probing, hearts now pounding with desire. The boyÕs hands cup his fatherÕs balls and circle the shaft that will soon press against the tight bud between his legs, sliding slowly Ð and not without some pain Ð into the opening that would bond them together in ecstasy. But first, hands explore their different natures; a boy feels the tangle of hair that covers his fatherÕs hard chest; a father strokes his sonÕs silky skin and squeezes a tender buttock. A gentle pressure on the boyÕs head guides him down to his dadÕs penis. A willing mouth widens in the effort, a throat expands to permit a man-sized cockhead to slip into a boy. Man and boy moan as one, then movement Ð a fatherÕs tongue between his sonÕs legs, thick fingers preparing the way for his ultimate entry. The boy writhes in pleasure as his fatherÕs tongue presses deeper into his tight hole, feels the manÕs whiskers against his own hairless balls. With a pleading look, he begs his father to complete their passion, to enter him, to crush his body beneath the power of the older manÕs muscled frame. ÒPlease, Dad!Ó an entreaty. At that, the father lifts his sonÕs smooth legs, folding them back against the boyÕs chest, opening the cleft of his buttocks wide. There was the opening to their joy, his boyÕs pussy, aching to be filled by his own fatherÕs fat cock. One hand reaches down to guide his dadÕs penis home, leading the cum-slick head to the entrance; the other stretches out to cradle his fatherÕs hairy balls, pulling the man towards him, against him, into him. The boyÕs hole opens slowly as his father presses in, the powerful shaft cleaving his son in two. Inch by inch, penetration is achieved, both father and son focused on sensation only. And then, when the man is buried totally within the boy, they kiss again, and the boy feels his father deep inside him, feels his dadÕs balls against his back. Gently at first, then harder, faster, the father rides his boyÕs pussy, pounding his asshole with his big dick. The son can feel his own boycock is threatening to explode as it rubs against his fatherÕs hairy stomach with each stroke of their lovemaking. And then, in an instant, they are both past the point of return: with a bullÕs bellow, the father catches the boyÕs ankles and spreads the legs wide, burying his cock deep in his sonÕs ass. The boyÕs fingers dig into the hard muscle of his fatherÕs buttocks, clutching him to him as though he might be able to pull his dadÕs cock in even deeper inside as the semen fills him. His own cock shoots a volley of sperm into the dark hair that covers his dadÕs chest, and after a final spasm, father and son collapse together in the tangle of damp sheets. All too soon, however, the father slips silently from the room, returning to his own bed Ð until the next time É. 75


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Getting Home by M. Patters As I was driving home from work one hot summer afternoon, I was becoming extremely horny. My cock was as hard as a steel crowbar and pointed straight down the leg of my boxers. A dark wet spot was already forming in my slacks. I knew my house boy would be waiting at home for me, preparing my dinner in his sweaty jockstrap. When he is at home, he must be barefoot, in a jockstrap and be wearing no deodorant. He must smell like a man. I parked my car in the garage and immediately went into the kitchen, where I found my boy. The leg straps of his jock tightly framed his firm ass cheeks as he bent over, checking the pot roast in the oven, giving me a clear view of his clean brown hole. He looked over his shoulder, gave me a soft smile and said, ÒWelcome home, Mr. Michael. How was your day? Dinner is almost ready.Ó I immediately undid my slacks, dropped them to the kitchen floor and pushed my boxers down letting my 8Ó cut cock jump into the air. I could smell the aroma of my own sweat and pre-lube. The head of my cock was bubbling with juice. I walked over to my boy while he was still bent over, grabbed him by the hips and pushed my cock into his warm, moist hole until I felt his round ass bounce against my pelvic bone. I pushed my thick cock into him in one hard push. He threw his head back and grunted through his clenched teeth. I could see the muscles in his back tighten up. I pulled my cock completely out of his hole and dove right back in. Pulling out. Pushing in. Pulling out. Pushing all the way in. I was banging his ass so hard I knew my neighbors could hear the slapping of our skin and his loud voice telling me to fuck him harder and harder. He braced both of his hands on the counter top to give him the strength to take my animalistic fucking. We were both sweating so hard that we had a river of sweat on the floor beneath us. My dick was swelling and becoming even harder. My balls were starting to pull up. I knew I was gonna blow in the next few strokes. I looked down to watch the skin of his tight hole pull and stretch around my cock every time I withdrew. I saw and smelled the natural lube from his bowels on my cock. Two more hard rams into his hole and I was yelling, ÒIÕm cumming!Ó I pulled out and shot a long rope of cum on his back and shoved my cock back into his hole. I gave my boy a huge cum enema. Cum was in my pubes, on my balls and running down the inside of his legs. I love a dirty, sloppy fuck. My cock was still working his hole as the last of my cum was deposited deep inside. My boy reached back grabbing my ass and held me deep in him. He turned his head from side to side yelling, ÒYouÕre making me cum, youÕre making me cuuuuuum!Ó He came in the pouch of his jockstrap without even touching himself. His beautiful body was lightly trembling. I could feel his hole chew on my cock as he finished pumping 76


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his sperm into the strap. We stood gasping for air and let our bodies relax with my semi-hard dick still lodged in his body. I told him to head to the toilet. I duck walked him to the bathroom with my cock still inside him. I told him to stay bent over and place his hands on the toilet seat. I pulled my cock out of his hole with a loud pop and pushed it right back in. I slowly withdrew my spent and tender cock. The boy turned around, pulled off his wet, sperm soaked jockstrap and sat down on the toilet. I placed my cock in his mouth and he sucked it clean. We both jumped into the shower and I washed his hard beautiful body. Tenderly rubbing and massaging his sore muscles. I soaped up my semihard dick and gently put it back into his swollen hole. I used my dick like a soft bottle brush. Moving my dick gently around inside his hole to get him clean. We left the bathroom. He put on a clean jockstrap while I put on my sweats and I followed him back to the kitchen where he served me a delicious pot roast dinner. IÕm very proud of my house boy. In the three years that heÕs been serving me, IÕve watched him transform from a clumsy, shy boy with little education into a bold, mature young man. HeÕs started taking afternoon lessons to better his English, reading skills and cooking talents, while continuing to learn from me how to take a hard raunchy fuck in order to serve and please a man.

My New Daddy is a Trucker Anonymous ItÕs Tuesday night just a few minutes after 7 pm. I am sitting in my truck at the rest stop on Highway 5, between Woodland and the Sacramento airport. This is a good place to cruise older men. Just the kind I like. Men who are in their 40Õs and 50Õs, supposedly straight and married, with some facial hair and a hairy body. A trucker from Tennessee. He was in his late 40Õs, three days of stubble and a brown-grey Õstache. He stood about 5Õ8Ó and had a slight belly. We made eye contact in the menÕs room. He was pissing and I was washing my hands at the sink. He kept watching me watching him. I was trying to see why he was standing so far away from the urinal. (It was because he was hoping to find someone who would suck his big trucker cock.) When he was done, he buttoned his top button, walked over to me, grabbed my shoulder and said, ÒFollow me, boy.Ó We walked straight out to his big white Peterbuilt. He opened the door and stepped up. He sat on the doghouse (between the seats) and I sat on the seat. He grabbed the door and shut it. As I moved sideways, towards him, he was pulling his pants down to his ankles. I started to unbutton his shirt and to push it off his shoulders. He had no chest 77


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or belly hair. He was completely smooth, but the bush that covered his cock and balls, and grew back over his ass was enough to make up for his lack of chest hair. I asked if he wanted to go into the sleeper. He took one of his fingers, put it up next to my mouth, cupped it against my teeth and pulled my face into his balls. We did not need to talk. I started licking his balls. After about five minutes he pushed the knob of his cock into my mouth. It was like a bottle of milk to a baby. I was hungry for it. I started to run my hands all over his body, from his balls up to his mustache. I like to touch a manÕs face and look up at his eyes while I am sucking his cock. His dick was starting to grow and elongate. I started to play with his Õstache, pulling on the hairs. ThatÕs when he reached over and grabbed my right tit. I tried to buck and move but he slid forward with his body and sent another inch or so down my throat. He said, ÒYeah, boy. Choke on DadÕs cock. I donÕt care if you choke, puke or pass out, boy, cuz your gonna get all nine inches of DaddyÕs dick today. I am gonna spray this load all over your face, so get busy.Ó I moved so that I was on my knees and my face was right in his bushy crotch. The whole time I was sucking his cock he was talking and mumbling about what a good boy he had found and how he wished his wife could suck like the boys he picked up along the road. He pulled me off his dick long enough to ask if I had come out to play with some rubbers. He said, ÒI sure would like to plug your boycunt.Ó I told him that I didnÕt have any, so he started to fuck my face with his cock. He liked the way my stubble scratched his dick. ÒOpen up, boy, and swallow DadÕs big dick,Ó he said, as he shoved it in and pulled it out. He talked really nasty while fucking my mouth. He was telling me to hurry up. He needed to get his nut off so he could move his load of lumber down the road. I grabbed hold of his balls with one hand and ran my other hand up and down the shaft while sucking on it. His dick was at least nine inches; the head was rubbing against the back of my throat. ÒBoy, get ready, Õcuz DadÕs about blow.Ó He was true to his word. He pulled out of my mouth just far enough so that he could shoot his hot, sticky cum load onto my scratchy stubble. Then he rubbed his dick all over my sticky, unshaven face. He pulled me up off his crotch and told me to clean him up. He handed me a couple of towels and said, ÒGet busy, boy. Clean up your old man.Ó After I finished cleaning him up, he let me clean off my face. Then he told me to pull down my shorts so I could rub my peter. ÒRub that little nub, boy. Let Dad see you cum.Ó He took one hand and pulled on my tit and used the other hand to rub my stubble. ÒGo, boy. Pull on that little thing. Come on, boy. Shoot it for your 79


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old man.Ó I finally shot all over my belly. After I let out a great big sigh, he told me to get up and get dressed. He told me to leave my cum on my belly, so that later I could flake it off while I jacked off again. He gave me his cell phone number and his schedule, telling me to call him in about two weeks, because heÕll be back through. Then he told me to get out. I am eagerly waiting for our next round.

The French Tailor by Peter Andre was a shy and modest tailor. He was chosen by the local militia to outfit the hosts of the Fin-de-Siecle Military Costume Ball. In the nineteenth century town of Lyon there was no French tailor more respected or well-known for his precision cut and fit. First to come to AndreÕs shop was the MayorÕs son, Philippe. He was a virile soldier, very self-assured. In his small, quiet quarters Andre measured and pinned PhilippeÕs historic costume so it fit just right. In fact, it fit so well, Philippe became quite bold. He was pleased by the way his costume showed off his muscles, especially his most popular one. ÒMonsieur Andre,Ó he said confidently. ÒYou did such a fine job you deserve a tip.Ó Philippe flipped a new franc in the air. When he caught it he placed in on his pants. Andre was impressed to see the coin stay in place. The soldier had a magnificent erection rising in his pants. ÒPerhaps,Ó Philippe suggested slyly, Òyou would prefer a different kind of tip.Ó With that, the soldier unbuttoned his fly. PhilippeÕs cockhead appeared right before AndreÕs eyes. ÒDo you like this tip better?Ó Philippe teased as the end of his prick slipped out from its foreskin. He then sat the coin on the tip of his prick. Without touching himself he jerked his erection up and down. The coin remained on the end with the help of his sticky pre-cum. Philippe was excited. Andre was, too. But, Philippe was not embarrassed while Andre blushed bright red. ÒGo on, Monsieur, you can have them both! IÕm sure they each will please you. It would please me if you did.Ó The tailor looked straight up the soldierÕs strong physique and into his seductive blue eyes. The soldier smiled broadly. He leaned his crotch forward running his erection fully under AndreÕs nose. Andre took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. His senses reeled. PhilippeÕs hardon had escaped his pants entirely enticing Andre more. ÒThatÕs it, Andre, smell it. Breathe it in. Now, taste it. I want you to.Ó He removed the coin and offered his cock. Andre gripped his own growing cock through his pants. Slowly, he opened up his mouth. His tongue reached out. His eyes grew wide. He 80


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watched as his tongue touched the soldierÕs cock right at the tip Ñ the slit seeping more pre-cum. He moaned. Philippe moaned and slid his lance slowly over AndreÕs warm tongue. Andre licked up the underside, feeling the thick tube that ran along the bottom. Andre felt the pulsing of PhilippeÕs throbbing hardon. Back to the tip, then completely over it. The soldier sank his military meat far into the tailorÕs moist mouth. The foreskin slid back farther. Andre plunged. Philippe lunged until he hit the back of AndreÕs throat. Andre felt PhilippeÕs pubic hair surround and tickle his nose. The blond hairs filled his sight. He sucked at the very base of PhillipeÕs major man meat then opened his throat to feel Philippe more deeply. ÒThatÕs it! Suck it! Oh, youÕre good! Where did you get this talent? YouÕre a great cocksucker... and a great tailor, too,Ó he added as an afterthought. It was true, the white pants with the navy stripes and navy jacket with white cross bands were impressive. If Andre ever had a fantasy about a military man Philippe was it. ÒGo ahead. Pull your dick out. I want to see it!Ó Philippe panted. Andre had a handsome body, a great physique, curves everywhere, a dark hairy chest, a neat mustache and many unknown admirers. ÒOh, that looks good!Ó Philippe was pleased as Andre showed his dick. It was a sizable dick any man would be proud of. The soldier was wild about it. ÒHere, lick my balls!Ó Philippe demanded as he pulled them out. Andre unbuttoned the soldierÕs trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. Now Andre could lap at PhilippeÕs big balls and cup his smooth round ass. Andre licked PhilippeÕs crotch completely and felt him up all over. As Andre penetrated PhilippeÕs tight asshole with his fingers the soldierÕs cock bucked forward. ÒIÕM A GONER! IÕM GOING TO SHOOT! YOU BROUGHT ME OFF SO QUICKLY!Ó At that the hot and swollen cock got hotter and more swollen. The soldierÕs molten cum shot straight out his stiff boner. AndreÕs mouth was flooded. Deep into the tailorÕs throat the pungent spunk poured. It tasted strong and smelled strong, too. It also brought Andre off. ÒMMMUUPPPHHH!!!Ó Andre muffed as Philippe shot. Andre came off with him. Uncontrollably he let loose his load striking the soldierÕs costume. Again and again the tailor shot while gulping down the soldierÕs load. ÒThat was great!Ó Philippe shouted. He wiped his brow and breathed in deeply as he recovered. ÒLet me double your tip!Ó He reached into his wallet. ÒOh,Ó he added as he saw AndreÕs cum, ÒyouÕll have to wash these pants off. Here, lick it off first. I want to see that, then theyÕre yours to do with what you have to. IÕll pick them up next week.Ó As he stepped out the door he turned to ask, ÒIÕd like to see you again. Would that be okay?Ó Andre nodded as he licked his own cum up off the soldierÕs costume trousers. 81


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The next day Andre had another fitting. The Mayor himself came to the tailorÕs shop. He was thrilled with the smart tailorÕs work. ÒMy son tells me you give the best job in town.Ó ÒMerci, Monsieur, Le Mayor. I want to be the best tailor I can.Ó ÒIÕm not referring to your skills as a tailor.Ó The Mayor raised a eyebrow. Andre blushed as the Mayor knew he would. ÒIt would be my pleasure,Ó said the Mayor approaching, Òif I could do for you what you did for my son.Ó ÒMoi?Ó Andre responded surprised. The Mayor stood confidently in his costume, a red jacket with gold bands and pants to match. He had a black hat which pointed front and back and covered his brilliant white hair. Its shape set off his long sideburns and highlighted his mustache. The Mayor got on one knee in front of the tailor, ÒMay I honor you with this attention?Ó The Mayor was as polite as he was handsome. ÒOui, Monsieur, your honor, Le Mayor,Ó Andre responded. The Mayor unbuttoned AndreÕs trousers hurriedly. ÒOoh, la la!Ó The Mayor kissed the tailorÕs erection as it grew under his white mustache. ÒMmm, what a treat, as fine as French candy.Ó ÒThereÕs candy inside, I assure you.Ó Andre felt the Mayor lick his cock and kiss it from one end to the other. ÒMore candy!Ó The Mayor announced lifting AndreÕs balls out of his trousers. The Mayor bounced them in his fingers and felt their heavy weight. Andre ohhhÕed as the Mayor licked him and ahhhÕed as his balls were swallowed whole. The Mayor played for sometime sucking long and hard on our shy and modest tailor. ÒLe Mayor, your honor,Ó the tailor eventually called, ÒIÕm going to cum.Ó ÒCum, mon ami, IÕve been waiting for this.Ó The Mayor was a longtime secret admirer. As the Mayor held his mouth open wide he thought, ÒMmmm, thatÕs delicious,Ó as Andre lost his seed. AndreÕs cum was like a long creamy candy. ÒOhhhhhhh!Ó Andre squirmed as the Mayor sucked it from him. The hot cream streamed down the MayorÕs appreciative throat. Andre gladly gave it up for him. ÒI would do the same for him,Ó he thought. ÒYou are talented!Ó the Mayor stated as he wiped his mouth and smiled. He swallowed every drop and savored every bit. ÒA man whose work I value. A quality job the first time. I also like my costume. IÕll be here next week,Ó he said as he stood up, Òfor a final fitting. Au revoir et merci!Ó The Mayor left Andre spent, but happy. The following day brought the Lieutenant, Gaston, a dark-haired masculine man. Could today be the same as the last two? All through the fitting Gaston stared at Andre luridly. So lewd was GastonÕs gaze that when Andre bent over to pick up a fallen needle he felt GastonÕs stare from behind him. He also felt GastonÕs hand on his ass. Andre rose amused and surprised. ÒThe MayorÕs son tells me youÕre very talented. Can you show me your talents and prove that heÕs right?Ó 82


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ÒLieutenant, IÕll do whatever I can. What would satisfy you?Ó Andre asked facing the Lieutenant and adjusting his costume. Andre pinned gold braids to the black costumeÕs right shoulder. With that, the Lieutenant put his hand over AndreÕs. ÒThe costumeÕs excellent, my friend. ItÕs the tailor IÕm interested in,Ó he said seductively drawing Andre close. Gaston grabbed AndreÕs ass with his left hand and pulled his handsome face near with his right. Andre looked into the LieutenantÕs dark intense eyes. The soldierÕs lips prepared. ÒKiss me,Ó the Lieutenant whispered. The menÕs lips met. Their tongues touched. Andre melted in the LieutenantÕs arms as every fantasy he had about military men was being lived and relived. Into AndreÕs pants Gaston slid his hand, squeezing the tailorÕs enticing round butt. ÒA great ass you have, Monsieur. A man of many talents,Ó the Lieutenant commended. ÒOh, you feel good. I like that,Ó he added running his fingers down between the tailorÕs cheeks. ÒYou are going to give this up for me, non?Ó ÒOui, Monsieur, le Lieutenant. Anything for you, sir,Ó Andre responded, kissing Gaston more passionately and deeply. Gaston was practically holding Andre up off the floor. The fingers playing at AndreÕs ass had made his erection rampant. The tailorÕs cockhead slipped out of his pants between the buttons. ÒWell! Monsieur, what is this? A present?Ó Revealing his own, he encouraged, ÒHere, look at mine. ItÕs much like yours.Ó Andre and Gaston each had big cocks which curved sharply upward. When Gaston released his erection from his trousers he jousted with Andre and laughed loudly. ÒLetÕs see how much your bottom likes my top!Ó He turned Andre around, lowered their pants and ran his rod along AndreÕs deep crevice. ÒA little grease,Ó he said spitting into his hand several times. ÒThis is what we do in the barracks.Ó Andre was shocked. His mind raced with images of soldiers having sex in those hot and sweaty barracks. He tried to relax as he felt Gaston enter. GastonÕs cock was a beautiful lance for a soldier. ÒA nice fit!Ó Gaston complimented Andre. ÒOhhhhhhhh!Ó Andre screamed as Gaston thrust it in. ÒOwwww!Ó he yelled as the big head made its way. ÒAhhhhhhhh!Ó he moaned as he felt the shaft run up him. ÒOuuuuuiiiiiiii!Ó he sighed as Gaston rode it in and out. Again, another fantasy. The Lieutenant helped by stroking AndreÕs dick. He pulled his balls tight and played with his pecs, too. The Lieutenant enjoyed fucking Andre. ÒWhat a great body you have, Monsieur, le tailor. Who would have known how sexy you are? I love your chest,Ó he said as he pulled his nipples hard. ÒAnd I love your dick,Ó as he jerked it up and down. ÒAnd I love your balls!Ó he added as he twisted tight. The two dark-haired men fucked wildly building up a sweat. They dripped sweat from every hair. The cock and ass action was relentless. They fucked all over AndreÕs shop in uncountable positions. Finally, 83


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Andre announced, ÒIÕm going to cum, Monsieur!Ó and he arched forward. ÒMon dieu,Ó he reeled. Out flowed a dozen long streamers of hot, thick cum. Unfortunately, they struck several costumes he was working on. ÒHa, ha!Ó the Lieutenant laughed. He was amused seeing the costumes ÒpolishedÓ in such a fashion. AndreÕs display delighted the Lieutenant. He lost his load then and there. ÒMoi, aussi! IÕm cumming!Ó he shouted shooting into the tailor. Andre was thrilled. ÒOoohhhhhhh!Ó It warmed him up. He tingled all over. ÒMagnifique, Monsieur! I loved it!Ó the Lieutenant cheered. ÒWe must do this again!Ó When he changed into his own uniform and turned to go, the Lieutenant added, ÒI will see you next week to retrieve my new costume and then, perhaps, another... fitting.Ó ÒIÕll be ready and waiting,Ó Andre said rubbing his ass with a grin. Later, Andre finished all the costumes but one, the one for the LieutenantÕs father, Marcel, who had organized the ball. His costume had a helmet with a spike on top. It came with a sword and medals, and silver finery. MarcelÕs hair was silver and MarcelÕs skin was tan. He would look stunning in his costume. But, what would he think of AndreÕs work? And what would he think of Andre if he knew what he had done with his son. ÒMy son tells me you are the best talent in all of Lyon. The best tailor, too, he says. So does the Mayor, and his son. You must be superior.Ó ÒMerci, Monsieur, I do my best, whatever the customerÕs bidding,Ó Andre nodded modestly. ÒThe costume is excellent! And so are you. Your talent supersedes you. May I ask if you are a horseman, Monsieur, like my son?Ó ÒPardon, Monsieur?Ó ÒA horseman,Ó Marcel restated turning his back to Andre. Marcel bent over, patted his ass several times and winked as he looked over his shoulder. Andre inquired, getting to the point, ÒWould you like me to be your ÔriderÕ?Ó ÒExactement!Ó He pulled his pants down instantly. Marcel was a strong man, as fit as all the soldiers. His silver hair enhanced his manly prowess. A father figure to all, but now clearly a bottom. What was Andre to do? He unbuttoned his trousers and mounted Marcel, naturalement! Like MarcelÕs son, Andre spit in his hand and moistened MarcelÕs asshole. Then he thrust forward swiftly. ÒVite! Vite! Andre!Ó Marcel said. After a half dozen thrusts Marcel reached for the table and a set of white gloves. He handed them to Andre who knew exactly what to do. He landed the gloves smartly across the tan and silver cheeks of MarcelÕs taut round ass. He spanked the LieutenantÕs father with the gloves hard and fast. ÒOww!Ó the man cried satisfied. ÒHarder! Faster! More!Ó After sometime he called, ÒIÕm cumming! YouÕre a master!Ó and he came 85


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completely in his hand. ÒCum with me! Ensemble! ThatÕs it! I feel you now!Ó The men shot in tandem, hot spunk pouring from them, sweat flying as they screwed. ÒA tailor, yes! But, a horseman, for sure! IÕll tell all my friends. YouÕll be a busy man.Ó Slowly, he recovered. ÒYou are the best, Andre! Merci, Monsieur!Ó ÒCertainment! It was my pleasure. Anything to please you.Ó ÒYou seem to have pleased everyone: the Mayor, his son, my son and me. WeÕll sing your praises. And IÕll see you next week. WeÕll take up more sports again then.Ó The week passed very quickly. The costumes were complete. The four men arrived together. Andre was ready. Their costumes fit so well. Every man was thrilled. This time Andre was not surprised when they began flaunting themselves. ÒVoila!Ó Gaston joked as he pulled PhilippeÕs fly aside, down across the crotch piece. Nine buttons Ñ one swift stroke. PhilippeÕs whole crotch was exposed at once: his beautiful big dick, his soft round balls, his golden pubic hair. All eyes were on him. Every man was pleased with his sudden exposure. He looked so sexy in his uniform with his crotch completely bare. ÒThe same to you!Ó Philippe returned, stripping Gaston of his fly, too. GastonÕs dark abundant pubic hair set off his own huge dick. His joint began to buck like a wild horse in front of all the men. PhilippeÕs did, too, instinctively responding to their stares. Their fathers smacked their lips and smiled sly grins. They rubbed their hands together and leaned closer to their sons. The sons looked at Andre for approval who shyly nodded ÒOuiÓ before they placed their hands behind their fathersÕ heads and brought them to their knees. The fathers also looked at Andre who nodded ÒOuiÓ again before they sank their faces into their sonsÕ ripe and ready groins. In unison, in pairs, the fathers kissed their sons on their rising rods and bountiful balls. They breathed in and moaned the way men do. They ate their sons with energy. The smell of their sonsÕ crotches made their eyes roll back and their minds spin. They studied their sonsÕ crotches with great intensity. The sons held their fathers in their hands encouraging the attention. Andre watched as the fathers licked and lapped and slurped their sonsÕ throbbing hardons. As Marcel sucked on his sonÕs balls and the Mayor sunk deep on his sonÕs prick, Andre sat groping his growing groin delighted in his accomplishment. Not only had he created great and handsome costumes which fit the men so fine, he brought the men together and watched them carry-on. ÒOh!Ó ÒAh!Ó each of the soldiers moaned, their chins up, their mouths open. ÒOoh!Ó ÒMm!Ó the fathers responded eating up their sons. The slick dicks dripped. They pistoned in and out, sometimes slowly, sometimes 86


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fast. The boysÕ thighs shook, their chests quivered as they neared orgasm. Their balls tightened, their sweat flew as they began to spasm. ÒPAPA!Ó Philippe cried, feeling his jizz rise. ÒMON PERE!Ó Gaston yelled racing to his creaming. And CUM, they did, ÒOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!Ó Philippe was first with all the men gladly watching. The Mayor swallowed excitedly impressed by his sonÕs prowess. ÒAAAAAAWWWWWWW!Ó Gaston groaned, depositing his sperm deep in his fatherÕs throat in three and four explosions. His father hung on as Gaston humped his face with fierce incursions. Right at the base the man held tight insuring complete satisfaction. GastonÕs father did not miss one drop of soldier spunk. He drank it, every sweet drop, and dreamed of more. The MayorÕs mouth overflowed with cream, PhilippeÕs cum overwhelmed him. Marcel turned to kiss him and licked off the excess. Not a drop of soldier seed was wasted. Andre was beside himself, in awe of what he created. The grown men rose. They hugged their sons then shared their spent spunk. The jizz lingered in their mouths, each man kissing the others. Andre and the grown men, the pillars of the city, were pleased to see their sonsÕ kiss, a love match in the making. Andre who had not yet revealed his cock, hot and throbbing, was soon caught up in the center of the orgy of his creation. The boys leaned forward to kiss him smartly in a three-way. Their fathers took advantage to lower their pants. Now every man was bare-ass, half naked. With the bright and varied fancy uniforms still clothing their handsome torsos, their pants fell to their ankles, their strong thighs quickly showing. The fathers ran their anxious hands up and down their sonsÕ thighs, Philippe with his soft blond hairs and Gaston with his dark-haired muscled limbs straining. The Mayor and Marcel took full advantage of the boys, prone while bent over. The boys were so occupied kissing Andre they didnÕt flinch as their fathers went exploring. Over their young, round, taut soldier asses and into their tight soft holes they fingered. Up the boysÕ cracks and down again, bouncing balls, pulling puds, and readying them for mounting. The fathers lowered themselves to face their sonsÕ asses, which were offered as completely as any could be. Once the Mayor and Marcel had marveled at their sonsÕ youth they dove in for the taking. This time it was to prep them with soft, devoted licking. And they loved it, getting carried away while eating. Each man had his fantasy under tongue. Andre was not uninvolved as before. The boys helped each other open AndreÕs bursting fly and gladly lifted their prize out. Andre was cheered by the boysÕ enthusiasm as they lapped up every inch of him. When they flipped his balls out and sucked on them, too, Andre could hardly contain himself. With each hand he reached for the soldiersÕ 87


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pricks and pulled and played almost endlessly. The minutes passed in slow ecstasy as Andre jerked their hardons. From the large tips, over the crowns to the shafts and around their bases, Andre gripped the boys most memorably. Then tossing their balls among his nimble fingers and entering their cracks lubricated by their fathersÕ licking, Andre had his tailorÕs hands full of the ÒfabricÓ he wanted to touch the most: the soft skin and soft hairs of these most masculine men. Up and down their furrows he felt, running into the their fathers tongues. Finally running in and out of their tight pliant holes each different but, both totally satisfying. The soldiers opened the tailorÕs shirt, adding more kissing with each button. They licked his hairy chest leaving him. Andre sighed and moaned once they reached his nipples; handsome manÕs nipples capping his strong hairy pecs. They sucked hard while removing AndreÕs shirt. When they lifted AndreÕs arms above his head they dove into his sweating armpits and took a breath, each in heaven. Then one right after the other they licked, tickling Andre as they smiled unrelentingly. They lapped as their fathers ran fingers up their holes preparing the boys for the inevitable. Then they licked AndreÕs neck and his ears and his face before all rising and rearranging. This time Andre lay on his table, which was covered with fabric of all colors and textures. The sons still bent over, the fathers still attacked, but Andre laid out flat between them. Gaston sucked AndreÕs cock as masterfully as had any before him. Philippe fed his lance to AndreÕs waiting mouth, his balls laying across AndreÕs forehead. ÒOH! PAPA, YOUÕRE SO BIG!Ó Philippe cried out as his father, the Mayor, began to enter his hole, the two light-haired men coming together. Slowly, the Mayor applied pressure, his hands reaching up under PhilippeÕs navy jacket squeezing his nipples to distract him. Philippe felt it fully, lunging his prick far down AndreÕs open throat. The groans that escaped them were like battlefield cries. ÒOH, PERE!Ó Gaston gasped resigned to be taken, pleased he was at last being had. For such a masculine soldier, it had never been known that his secret desire was being taken. The LieutenantÕs father, a great soldier himself, had taken many men in his time. But, none was more fulfilling than taking his son, the dark and handsome Gaston. The thick rampant rod of his father parting the tight resisting ring of his son, the son giving-in and enjoying. He sat back on his fatherÕs huge meat, growing bigger with each entry. In turn, Gaston sucked on Andre intensely, tickling his balls as well as his asshole. Lifting AndreÕs legs Gaston licked him there, too, like his father had licked him moments before. Gaston loved to lick a man from his ass to his cockhead and back again. ÒPAPA!Ó Philippe cried as the assault continued, ÒMORE, PAPA! JUST LIKE THAT! THATÕS HOT! You do it just right!Ó PhilippeÕs father raised an eyebrow wondering for how long and how often does 88


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Philippe feel Òjust rightÓ. Philippe bucked back and forth as his father fucked him harder. ÒYOUÕRE HOT, SON. SO HOT! YOU MAKE PAPA FEEL SO GOOD!Ó ÒYOU, TOO, SON!Ó Marcel told his son sincerely, ÒYOUR FATHER LOVES YOU AND HE LOVES HOW YOU FUCK!Ó Gaston pushed back extra hard hearing that, striking his father Òjust rightÓ, bringing Marcel to the point of orgasm. Tickling AndreÕs balls had done the trick. Gaston got his reward. ÒGaston!Ó Andre thought, his mouth full of PhilippeÕs hot, pulsing member, ÒIÕm going to cum in your mouth!Ó Gaston showed no sign of letting up. In fact, he encouraged it, tickling faster under the tailorÕs balls while shoving a finger up AndreÕs overexposed hairy asshole. ÒMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFFF!!!Ó From the base of his balls, racing up his rod, up the hard throbbing inches: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! OUT! OUT! OUT! Into GastonÕs soft sucking lips, DEEP, DEEP, DEEP into his throat. ÒOHHHHHHHHHH!!!Ó Andre came! And came!! And came pumping!!! This frenzy was enough to bring virile Philippe off! ÒOOOUUUUWWWW!!!Ó Straight down AndreÕs gasping throat he shot. There wasnÕt a chance a drop would escape Andre. Every drop of hot soldier sperm sank deep into him adding to the ecstasy he was experiencing. The Mayor was still racing his joint at lightening speed in and out of his sonÕs pink-red ass. This went on for more minutes, exhausting the powerful Philippe who was so far gone he lay over Andre licking his tummy. ÒAAAHHEEEEEEE!!!Ó the Mayor groaned and he gnashed his teeth and displayed his real power. Far into his sonÕs interior, well into PhilippeÕs physique, the Mayor came gushing. Philippe reached toward the ceiling before crashing back down across Andre, biting his nipple. ÒMAINTENANT!Ó The LieutenantÕs father soon followed. Marcel lept forward, throwing Gaston practically across the table. Up that dark ass his father came, flooding the LieutenantÕs hole with the creamy mancum the Lieutenant secretly dreamed of. ÒOH! FATHER!Ó Gaston sighed once the mad rush hit him. As he rose and his father hugged him from behind, Gaston fell forward dropping his manhood right at AndreÕs lips. As the men gathered around, all eyes watched Andre jerk-off the Lieutenant. ÒIÕM GOING TO CUM! RIGHT IN YOUR MOUTH! GET READY, ANDRE! HERE IT CUMS!!!Ó The LieutenantÕs cum lept out of his rod and filled AndreÕs mouth. Two, three, four, five times! Gaston jerked his thick soldier sperm out of his joint and into the grateful tailorÕs waiting mouth. Marcel pinched his sonÕs exposed nipples, as he held his sonÕs costume open. The Mayor and his son bent to kiss Andre and share in the LieutenantÕs 89


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spectacular presentation. They all hugged and kissed feeling up every part of each other... The men were thought the best dressed at the ball. They looked magnificent - one and all. The men were so proud, Andre a success. Hosted by the Mayor, the tailor was introduced to many fine men, who asked if they could come to see him. His reputation had grown. In the year that followed so many came... Andre is also a very fine tailor.

Dad and Me Ð Sailor Sex Friends by J. Robert Handcock I had just finished my thirteen weeks of boot camp and was not due to start my ÒAÓ school for a while. I decided to use some of my leave and go to San Francisco for a couple of days to visit friends and to see a couple of shows and then go home. I called and told my folks that I would be flying into El Paso (the closest major airport to my home town) and Dad said he would pick me up. I guess it was a good thing that my plane got in so late because that gave us the opportunity to stay in El Paso for the night. I was surely glad to see Dad when I got off the plane and wasnÕt the least bit embarrassed when he grabbed me to him in a heavy hug. We walked down the walk a ways and he turned into the menÕs room. It was empty. He grabbed me to him again for another hug. I was more than a little surprised when I felt his hands grab both cheeks of my ass. He stepped back and looked at me, top to toe, and smiled. ÒAt least theyÕve been feeding you good,Ó he said. ÒIt looks like they put some meat on your bones and filled you out some more.Ó ÒYeah. But they didnÕt take care of something else,Ó I said, rubbing my cock and then pressing my pants and showing him my almost hard cock. ÒAll that shit about having saltpeter in the food is a crock.Ó ÒYeah. But they ainÕt gonna tell you that,Ó he said, looking around the room to make sure we were alone. He grabbed my cock through my pants. ÒIf they did, half the guys would get thrown out because theyÕd be running around with a hardon all the time and that would lead to other stuff.Ó ÒWe did that anyway,Ó I said, grabbing his crotch and feeling the thick firmness of his big cock and cum-filled balls. ÒI just bet you did, too,Ó he grinned. ÒLooks like we definitely need to get to the motel so I can renew an old acquaintance. Besides, IÕve got a little surprise for you.Ó Then, after a minute of handling me through my pants, ÒDamn but I missed you and your dick.Ó We drove to a motel not far from the airport and close to the Interstate that we would take the next morning. ÒGo get a beer,Ó he said. ÒBut É.Ó 90


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ÒNo buts,Ó he said. ÒIÕll meet you down there in a couple of minutes.Ó I shrugged and headed across the parking lot for the main building where the lounge was located. It was late but the lounge still had a few people in it Ð mostly salesmen trying to hit on the local ladies for the night. There were also a few soldiers and airmen that were obviously waiting either for transportation to the local military bases or elsewhere, or were waiting on their planes. At any rate, I sat at the bar and ordered a Coors. It had been a while since I had had a good beer. ÒWhatÕs your ship, sailor?Ó a familiar but different voice asked from behind me. I looked up into the mirror over the bar and just about shot my wad. There stood Dad in his WWII Navy uniform. Now, I understood why I wanted to be in the Navy in the first place. I was in instant lust and heat. ÒBuy a fellow sailor a beer?Ó He sat on the next bar stool. ÒUh. Yeah,Ó I said, indicating to the bartender that I wanted to buy Dad a beer. ÒI just got out of boot camp. I have orders to a school before I get a duty station. What about you?Ó I asked. ÒIÕm on P. T. boats,Ó he said. We talked like this through two beers, him pretending to be a sailor and a total stranger. To anyone else in the bar, we just looked like two sailors enjoying a couple of beers together. They didnÕt know that both our cocks were about to rip our tailored thirteen-buttoned uniform pants to shreds. Not even when we left to go to our room did anyone seem to notice that our cocks were about to tear through our pants. But then we really didnÕt care what anybody thought. We were determined to continue the charade to the end. ÒOne thing you boots gotta learn is when an old shell-back like me wants to get rid of a set of blue balls and dump a big, rusty load of cum, either your throat or your ass becomes a cunt for the night. You donÕt do nothing but make sure it makes us feel real good and that you clean out the tubes all the way,Ó he said as we walked toward the room. ÒThey still teaching you boots how to suck cock in boot camp?Ó ÒNo, sir,Ó I said, playing the game to the hilt. ÒI É uh, I ainÕt never done nothing with another man, sir.Ó ÒThatÕs okay, recruit,Ó he said, opening the door. ÒYouÕll learn. Some of us salts donÕt like playing with virgins. I like it, though. I donÕt think thereÕs anything quite as hot as showing a man what his body is really for. Why donÕt you drop that MarineÕs Tablecloth and let me see what you got to work with,Ó he said, popping a couple of the buttons on the flap of his pants, Òand IÕll show you what youÕre gonna be taking care of.Ó I opened the flap on the front of my uniform pants and pulled my aching, oozing cock and balls out of my white boxer shorts. He looked at it very non-judgementally, taking hold of my balls with one of his work-roughened hands and my cock with the other. He dropped to his knees and examined my cock very closely. He had the kind of mesmer91


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ized look on his face that he usually got when he was about to suck my cock. He squeezed my nuts and milked my dick, causing a big drop of pre-cum to ooze out of the slit. He pushed the Dixie cup sailor cap onto the back of his mostly bald head and looked at me again. ÒPay attention, now boot,Ó he said. ÒThis is the only lesson in cocksucking youÕre gonna get.Ó I watched as he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my cockhead, his tongue immediately going to work on the surface, teasing every inch. He worked his way down the length of my throbbing cock until his face was buried in my cockbush and the head of my cock was down his throat. I grabbed his head and held it still and fucked his mouth for a moment, wanting to get my load out of my over-stuffed balls as soon as possible. I could feel the pressure building and building in my guts. He forced himself off my cock. ÒYouÕre too anxious. Relax. Enjoy it,Ó he said. ÒI am enjoying it,Ó I said. ÒI really need it, too.Ó ÒJust let me do it. Okay?Ó I didnÕt have time to agree as I watched and felt his mouth sliding over my cock again. He didnÕt take it all that time but bobbed his head up and down a few times, taking only a few inches of my cock at first. I could feel the pressure building more. It had been fourteen weeks since I had really gotten my rocks off like I wanted and with the person I wanted the most. Sure, I had had sex while I was in San Francisco, but it was nothing like this. I held on to DadÕs head and let him do as he wanted. I could almost feel the huge amount of pre-cum oozing out of my cock and into his mouth. I could feel my load getting closer and closer to the point of explosion. I needed it and I needed it bad. My knees were beginning to quiver and my heart was beginning to race. I was beginning to sweat and my muscles were beginning to tense and strain. ÒIÕm gonna cum,Ó I warned. ÒIÕm gonna É cum É NOW! Dad! NOW!Ó I grabbed his shoulders and felt his hands on my ass. I felt his mouth slide all the way down my cock and then felt myself jerking, as gush after gust of hot, thick, stored-up cum jetted out of my cock and into his mouth and throat, continuing until there was nothing more to shoot and there was no strength left in my body. He milked me for every possible drop and then sucked for residue. He came off my cock totally, sat back on his heels, and licked his lips. ÒYou think you know how to suck a cock now, boot?Ó he asked. I looked down and watched as he pulled on his own fully hard, drooling cock. It had been too long since I had played with that fantastic hunk of daddymeat. ÒIÕll give it my best, sir,Ó I said, watching him as he got up and I went down on my knees. He took off my uniform hat and tossed it aside. I opened my mouth and he fed me the head and several inches of cock, letting me lick off the smeared pre-cum, teasing me with it 92


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until the whole thing was slick with my saliva. I finally pushed his hand away and began sucking his cock like I wanted to. The fantasy wasnÕt over, but I wanted to do to him what I had done so may times before � namely, to turn him into a babbling fool before I let him feed me what I figured would be a huge, stored-up load of hot, thick, creamy daddy-cum. I knew that it would be even more intense because I was 93


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sucking him while he was standing, and that compounds the feeling every time. ÒI need it real bad, son,Ó he moaned, looking down at me with whippedpuppy eyes. I ignored him and applied to his cock the techniques and pressures and strokes I had learned over the years that would soon have him shivering and jerking with anticipation before I allowed him to shoot his load. For a long time, I used long slow strokes that let most of his cock out of my mouth and then I would absorb every inch of the meat sausage to his balls, nibbling at the thick base with my lips as his cock jerked and throbbed inside my mouth, the head down my throat. Again and again I would back off to suck on just the head, tonguing it clean of the thick, oozing pre-cum, teasing it on its sensitive spots under the head and on the inside of the slit. I felt his hands on the back of my head, trying to make me take more and more of his cock. We both knew that regardless of what he wanted, I was in charge of this little session and I would do as I wanted, and I knew that he was extremely weak, physically, when he had his cock inside another body and was needing to shoot his load. I felt his balls with my hand and found them pulled up tight against the base of this cock and I knew that he wasnÕt far from cumming. I heard him groaning as I rubbed his nuts and sucked his cock at the same time. His cock seemed harder and longer and hotter and thicker than usual. He was getting ready to explode. his body was tensing and tightening. I was ready for it and began to urge him on. ÒIÕm É.Ó he gasped. That was all he got out as I flicked at the underside of his throbbing cockhead with my tongue and then did a slow slide down his cock until the base was stretching my lips wider and the head was far down my throat. He let out a wild gasp and then I felt his cock going crazy inside my mouth and throat, pumping his load directly into my belly, his entire body jerking with every gush. He was using both hands and arms to hold my head to his groin. I was teasing his balls with my fingers, tugging and twisting the saliva-slick orbs as he grunted and groaned, and fed me cum. Finally, forcing my mouth off his cock until the head was throbbing in my mouth, I teased the jerking flesh until I was sure that no other cum was going to come out of it. ÒOnly you could have made me shoot off like that,Ó he said, holding my face in his hands and looking directly into my eyes. ÒI donÕt know if IÕm gonna have the strength to get it up for the rest of the stuff I wanted to do to you tonight.Ó ÒI donÕt think we have to worry about that, Salty,Ó I said, getting back into the charade for the moment. ÒFrom what I hear about you old salts, IÕll be lucky to get out of here in the morning with my ass and my mouth still in one piece.Ó ÒStretched out of shape, but not unusable,Ó he said. ÒA dayÕs rest and 94


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theyÕll be moreÕn ready for the next swab-jockey that wants to work on Õem. What say we get out of these uniforms. Pecker tracks wonÕt come out of these pants.Ó The sight of Dad in that blue Navy uniform, the white hat on the back of his head, the thick chest hair curling over the neckband of the stark white undershirt, the thirteen button flap down and his big, firm but limp, cock and huge balls hanging out, remains one of the hottest memories of my entire life and it brought my cock back to full hardness in a hurry. It was nothing new to me but I guess it was just the fact that we were working out one of his greatest fantasies (or possibly replaying a true event) that made it so hot. I mean, everything was authentic, right down to the underwear and dog tags. And, once we were naked,

it didnÕt stop. We just looked at each other for a few minutes and his cock started getting hard again. My own was already fully hard and drooling. I had about fourteen weeks of horns to work off. ÒI think I need some man-pussy,Ó he grunted, coming toward the bed, his cock hard and starting to shine with already oozing pre-cum. ÒGet on your knees, recruit,Ó he ordered, fisting his cock. I watched over my shoulder as he spit into his hand and smeared the wet saliva over his big rod. He spit on my puckered hole and I felt his fingers working the saliva into me. Teasing and relaxing my sphincter ring, getting it ready to be stretched like it hadnÕt been in many weeks. One thing about Dad and me, we knew how to work each other to get relaxed for fucking or to get so hot we trembled, ready to blow our loads all over the place. 95


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I felt the slick head of his cock pressing against the opening to my ass and felt him get into position. ÒJust relax and itÕll slide right in, nice and easy, boot. DonÕt fight it. Just ride with it and it wonÕt hurt for very long.Ó He started pushing and I started pushing back to meet him. I told my body to relax and let it happen. I told my sphincter to relax and stretch. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. We were both hot and his cock slid to the balls up my butt like a hot knife into soft butter. I could feel his big, low hanging balls pressed against my own and his cock far up in my guts. It was a feeling I loved and had missed the weeks before. ÒYou sure you ainÕt never been plugged before, boot?Ó he asked, still in the fantasy. ÒYes, sir, IÕm sure,Ó I said. ÒAinÕt nothing been up there but doctorsÕ fingers and MaÕs enema nozzle.Ó ÒYou could sure fool me, kid,Ó he said. ÒYouÕre loose as a goose, but tight as a glove. I think youÕve been had and just donÕt know it. Right?Ó ÒNo man has ever fucked me before, sir,Ó I muttered. ÒWell, somethingÕs been up there and it was a hell of a lot biggerÕn any finger. Shit. It donÕt matter none. I just need some man-ass and yoursÕll do just fine.Ó With that, he began slowly pumping his cock in and out of my ass, using long, slow strokes that took up most of his thick cock, pulling it almost all the way out before sending it all the way home again. His big balls swung gently and tapped against my tightly drawn ones with every forward thrust. He paused every now and then to auger my ass with his cock as though he was trying to stretch the walls out and get it ready for something bigger. Then, he would move it forward and screw it around and around some more, making sure he was giving my prostate a good working over and then bury it all the way to the balls and ream it out some more. Of course, I moaned and groaned just as he was doing. ÒThatÕs one hell of a sight, boot,Ó he panted. ÒSeeing my cock run in and out of your tight, cock hungry ass and knowing your butt wants to eat my big load of cum. You are one fucking natural, kid. Whatever ship you get on, youÕre gonna have one hell of a good time when the salts all learn what a good fuck you are.Ó I only groaned. Dad started fucking me harder and faster. His balls slapped against mine the first few times but then, as they started pulling up to the base of his driving cock, the slapping stopped. He reached under to grab my balls and squeeze them with one hand and pull on my throbbing, drooling cock with the other, milking out my heavy load of pre-cum which he smeared over my cock. He reached up and pinched and tweaked and pulled at my hard nipples and I groaned louder. He went back to my cock and balls as he continued to slam the meat to me. I spread my legs wider apart and arched my back so his cock was going deeper into 96


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me and rubbing spots inside that hadnÕt been rubbed in a very long time. I reached back and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with both hands, pulling him to me, indicating that I wanted to be fucked harder. I reached between our legs and rubbed his big balls as they pulled tighter against the base of his driving cock. I reached further back and rubbed his puckered, sweaty hole with my finger. He stroked my cock and squeezed my balls. He was beginning to pant and gasp for breath as he stroked my cock and fucked my ass. Both of us were getting closer and closer to shooting our loads. I ached for the feeling of his cock going crazy up my ass, perhaps even shooting off my own load at the same time. Suddenly Dad leaned over me and bit down on my shoulder and let out his familiar groan and the next thing I knew, his cock was slammed into my ass and held there and I felt the wonderful feeling of it going totally crazy inside me. I rubbed his quivering balls with my fingers. His body jerked and jerked and his cock spasmed and throbbed. He was gripping my cock almost in a death grip, squeezing my balls urgently. His love-bite had turned into an urgent gasping for breath. ÒIÕm so close, Dad,Ó I panted. ÒMake me shoot.Ó He started stroking my throbbing cock urgently, massaging my tightly drawn balls as he continued to shoot his load up my ass. He groaned louder. I continued to rub his spasming balls. At the same time, I felt my own climax getting very near and then I was the one doing a lot of jerking and spasming as he brought me to the edge and then kicked me over it. I felt my cock shooting and felt his hand running all over my cock and balls and belly and chest, smearing my load all over me, even smearing down between our legs to coat his cock and balls and groin. It was suddenly very quiet in the room. I think we were both just listening to our heartbeats and they sounded like thunder. My cock felt like it had been through a wringer and my ass felt like it was stretched over a telephone pole. I felt sticky with my own cum and totally relaxed, totally satisfied. I donÕt care how many men I have ever been with, sex was never quite as good or quite as intense as with Dad. We rested for a while and talked. I felt his cock getting hard again. He changed position so I was on my back. We somehow did this without taking his still firm, still long cock out of me. We worked a pillow under my ass. He fucked me and I worked my cock up to the point where I shot off my third load all over us. It was one of our most favorite things, to see big loads of cum (mine, his, or whoeverÕs) being shot all over that massive, hairy body, the pearly drops hanging on the wiry hairs. We both moaned as I slung ropes of cum across his belly and chest. He groaned as he watched my climax. He fucked me harder and faster, digging his cock as far up inside me as it would go. My sphincter clamped down on his thrusting cock . He groaned again, louder, and held still, his cock as far inside me as it would go. He pumped his third load of the night 97


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up my ass to add it to the other load. Dad finally pulled his limp but bloated cock from my ass and rolled onto his back. I rolled over onto my belly, keeping his loads of cum inside my ass for as long as possible. I closed my eyes and then I remember him waking me up as he pressed his body back against mine. I felt the hairy cheeks of his ass pressing around my cock. I felt him applying something warm and wet to my cock. I pressed my dick forward and felt him push back, swallowing every inch of my cock to the nuts. ÒFuck your daddy, son,Ó I heard him mutter through the fog of sleep. ÒFuck him good and hard.Ó I started fuck-thrusting my cock in and out of DadÕs body, feeling the tight tube of his ass stroking the length of my throbbing boner, teasing my sensitive cockhead. I wrapped my arms around his chest, grabbing his pectorals at the wide-set nipples, feeling the crusted spots when my cum had dried. His heavy thigh came over on top of mine. I fucked deep into him, hearing him groan. ÒDamn, I need this,Ó he groaned. ÒTake it, big man,Ó I muttered, rolling him onto his belly and prying his legs open with my own. ÒTake my cock like a man.Ó ÒYeah, son. Fuck me like a man.Ó In only a minute, I was pounding his ass urgently. Desperately. Driving my cock in and out of his body hard and fast. I felt him moving back to meet every forward thrust, swallowing every inch of my cock. My balls slapped against his. I ran my hand down his body and grabbed his big, bloated cock and balls, feeling his cock throb into the final state of full hardness. I was too eager again. I felt my load building up just behind my balls. I felt my cock getting harder and the grip of his ass becoming tighter. In a moment, I let out a wild groan. Slamming my cock into him and holding it at the deepest point, I began pumping my load into his welcoming body. ÒYou sure didnÕt forget how, did you, son?Ó he said, holding me on top of him. In a little while, we were back asleep.

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