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Announcing the

Mr. Handjobs 2002 Contest We’ve had Cock, Butt, and Chest contests before. This year we are having a Mr. Handjobs 2002 Contest. The rules are simple: send us a photo of yourself which you think other Handjobs readers will drool over and want to elect you as Mr. Handjobs 2002. Keep in mind that most Handjobs readers will drool over photos of hard, erect, juicy cocks; succulent, firm asses; and hot naked guys. To submit an entry, send in the following: • A photo • A brief description of a special talent you have • A copy of a photo ID such as a drivers license or passport proving you are over eighteen years old. • A signed statement that you want us to use your photo in the Mr. Handjobs 2002 Contest Mail in your entry between now and September 15, 2001. In the November 2001 issue, we will let our readers elect Mr. Handjobs 2002, and in the January 2002, we will announce the top three winners. The top three winners will receive prizes.


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Letters Dear Handjobs: A record was set by you and the USPS. I called and talked to Darrel on the afternoon of May 2 and received the publication on the morning of May 4. That means that it took in the neighborhood of 36 hours from your door to my mail box. Thanks for your promptness. I read the comments about the artists and their work in the letters section and find some of the guys negativity disappointing. It has been my experience in life that we are all unique; which I think is great. These unique qualities in each of us allows us to enjoy life and what it has to offer each from a slightly different perspective. There are some of the artists whose works I enjoy more that others. And more than a few times I have been browsing through a past issue and found a drawing that was very erotic, but I did not remember it. Did I not see it before; or did I just view it differently? Please don’t drop any of the artists based solely on the comments. Each has something to offer. I have some ideas for stories for your next Bi Adventures. I hope to get them down on paper one of these days. I enjoy the Bi Adventures a lot. Keep up the good work! • NE Dear Handjobs: Handjobs is the greatest reading material. • CA Dear Handjobs: I love your publications, and especially Roger’s work! I would love to see a special issue devoted to Michael Mitchell’s work someday. • NH Dear Handjobs: I thought I would tell you a funny story that took place this past Monday. I had just met this local guy on gay.com. He came over and we started fooling around in the living room with some hot porno on the tube. I had his dick down my throat when someone knocked on the door. I took it in stride, but my “company” really was startled. He jumped up and was trying to get dressed, etc. Anyway, it was the postman (or postwoman) delivering the new Roger book. I thought it was a funny coincidence that I was with this hot, hairy, son-type of guy with his dick down my throat when this delivery occurred. All’s well that ends well, though … we got back to business and my “friend” made a delivery of his own. YUM!! 4 • Letters

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The Handjobs Presents Roger book is fabulous. I devoured every page that very night. The only thing I was concerned about was the fact that the corners of covers started curling as soon as I took it out of the express mail envelope. I have stored the magazine in such a way so it won’t continue … it was just strange. Maybe they should have been printed on heavier stock. Take care and keep up the good work. • E-mail Dear Handjobs: Just wanted to thank you for the quick service! My order arrived yesterday. 2-3 days from coast to coast – wow! Without a doubt, Roger’s book is fan-fuckin-tastic! Love the full page illustrations and the accompanying stories are hot, horny and on target. The coated cover was sheer brilliance, given the number of loads we’re all gonna be droppin’ from the many re-reads! Again my thanks to you and to Roger. You guys are the best! Keep it Cummin’! • NY Dear Handjobs: Thank you for sending the copy of your new book, Handjobs Presents Roger. WOW! I immediately read half the stories, and I thought they alone were terrific. Then with Roger’s illustrations – incredible! Best of luck with it! I know you’ll make a lot of readers happy with the work you’ve done. Thank heavens I have Handjobs and all the entertainment I get through you. I love the May 2001 issue. Thanks for remaining rock solid. • CA Dear Handjobs: I got the May 2001 issue in the mail today. Excellent! Being a porn cartoon whore, I am VERY interested in seeing more of Michael Mitchell (his daddy is awesome) and Walden (the “cave man” drawing). I really like those two a lot. The stories are really great. As always, if these artists are interested in being contacted by fans interested in buying their work, please let me know. Unless you get exclusive “ownership” with your magazine. I don’t know how you work it. • NM Handjobs Reply: Our artists love to receive letters from our readers, and many of them accept commissions as well as sell their original work that has appeared in Handjobs. You can contact them following the instructions that appear on page 72 for responding to a personal ad. Simply write the artist’s name on the envelope instead of the personal ad box number and we will forward your letter right away. Letters • 5

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Dear Handjobs: Keep it – and me – cumming! • DC Dear Handjobs: Keep the grandpa stories cumming! And the Pit Stop stories by John Tyndall (October, November, and December 2000) were really good. • ME Dear Handjobs: No comments needed. Your books say it all! • MA Dear Handjobs: What a hot and quick bunch you are. Thanks for my last prompt delivery. Talk about hot and sticky! I busted several wads over your last shipment. Your stories are great and the reading is hot. The Roger drawings are awesome, and I can’t wait to see his new book. Thanks again for all you do and the many loads you provide me with. • ID Dear Handjobs: Your publication is nothing short of wonderful. The service on orders is beyond belief. You talk about fast. When you fill an order it’s out of there so fast that the ink is barely dry by the time it gets across the states. Please keep up the great job, speedy service, friendly voice on the 800 line, but above all, thanks for keeping one hot daddy hard all the time and his new boy satisfied each and every night. • TN Dear Handjobs: Great stories. Great art – but more Julius please. • CA Handjobs Reply: Sadly, Julius is no longer affiliated with Handjobs, but fans of his artwork can check out his new web site at www.juliustoons.com. Dear Handjobs: Roger is by far the hottest artist you have. Thanks for keeping me up and cumming. • NY Dear Handjobs: It would be good if you had a larger discount for the one year subscription than you do for the six month subscription. • CA

Handjobs Reply: After reading your letter, we thought it odd that no one had ever brought this up before, but let us explain. Many magazines only offer a one year subscription, and that’s the way Handjobs started out. However, when we realized that many of our subscribers were on a fixed income, we decided to offer a six 6 • Letters

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month subscription so they wouldn’t have to pay for a whole year at one time. By the way, we’d like to point out that with either the six month or the one year subscription, there is still a substantial savings. You end up paying about $4.17 an issue versus the $6.75 cover price, and you don’t have to pay sales tax. Dear Handjobs: I just received the May 2001 issue of Handjobs and look forward to a do-it-till-it-hurts hand job tonight at bedtime. I did take a quick look inside and spotted some great artwork by Just A. Buoy with E. Rex Shawn, Michael Mitchell (that bathtub penetration shot is a heart stopper), Rolando Mérida, and of course, Roger (with two – count ’em, two – great penetration shots!). This has led me to place an order for a copy of Handjobs Presents Roger. Can’t wait. Good work, guys. I’m now shaving my palms twice a day. • OR Dear Handjobs: You are freaking fantastic! Keep it up. • NV Dear Handjobs: I must tell you that Visiting Dad by Jake Robertson in the April 2001 issue was a real turn on for me. Thanks and more stories like this please. I wish to disagree with the writer from IN who said in April 2001 Letters column that Handjobs is no longer exciting to him because too many stories are about young guys having sex with young daddies/uncles. Maybe he should subscribe to another magazine featuring older guys if that’s his thing. Well, to each his own, I suppose, but for me Handjobs is fine the way it is. • NC Dear Handjobs: Keep up the good work. • NJ Dear Handjobs: Just a note of appreciation for your fine service and a few random thoughts. Y’all are the friendliest company I deal with, bar none. I’ve tried over the years to write sex tales, but I can never get much past a page before I have to jack off or die. I don’t know how your writers do it, but they have my eternal admiration. Here are a few ideas that would excite me: more bare feet. The single line, “(Lewie) … always went barefoot,” from So You Like Watching, Huh? in Bi Adventures II makes me very happy. Keep Letters • 7

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the drawings of younger looking guys coming. And how about more stories set at nudist clubs or in the ’30’s. You’ve had both in the past, but more are welcome. Hooray for your magazine. All I ask is more! • OR Dear Handjobs: Handjobs Presents Roger marks the first time that I have been disappointed with your product – and sorely disappointed. The artwork is substantially repetitive, one presentation over and over; and the stories are derivative and far too short to create any reader involvement. • FL Dear Handjobs: I ordered and received your new publication, Handjobs Presents Roger, in record time. You guys are the best! That is one hot book! I particularly enjoyed the stories Grandpa Knows Best and Grandpa’s Secret. Roger’s drawings are the hottest and top notch. And the stories were excellent in the tradition of your great publications. My cum towels are soaked and I’ve run out of lube! I’m always impressed with the quality of your products. You are all amazing! • FL Dear Handjobs: I received Handjobs Presents Roger, and sure enjoy it. It is excellent. I also enjoy Valentine and hope he does another book soon. • PA Handjobs Reply: Valentine is currently working with us on a new book, which we hope to have out late this summer. Dear Handjobs: I’m from Brazil. I like Roger’s work very much. Thank you very much. • Brazil Dear Handjobs: Thank you, thank you. I love your stories and pick up a copy of Handjobs every month at Lambda Rising in Washington D.C. Busted by Rick from Handjobs Reader 5 had me cumming halfway through the story … fantastic!! Please do more like that with the cops and dads going at it. More stories about big, butch men who like to give and take it. You can even put a little kink in it after getting good and fucked … maybe a little handball (red hankie) thrown in the mix. Just a suggestion. The only thing to make it hotter would be to have Just A. Buoy with E. Rex Shawn do some pictures to go along with it. His men are the best. Keep up the good work. • E-mail 8 • Letters

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Summer Camp Suck by Wild4fur It was my first time at summer camp. I had never been away from home before. I was a real loner, and at first I was scared to spend the summer with so many boys that were total strangers. But I soon became friendly with a fellow camper from my cabin named Eddie. We seemed to have a lot in common. This was his first time away from home, too, and he was a loner like me. He and I both liked nature and we often went into the woods alone. One day when we had worked up a sweat hiking, we both took off our shirts and put them on the ground to lie on. The warm breeze felt good on our bodies. Soon my friend started telling me about his uncle who came to live with him and his parents. His uncle shared Eddie’s room. Eddie told me how his uncle was always walking around naked when no one was around and how fascinated he was with the size of his uncle’s cock. Then he told me about the night that his uncle came home drunk from a night on the town, took his clothes off, and fell into the wrong bed – Eddie’s bed! He immediately passed out with his arms and legs thrown over my friend’s body. Eddie couldn’t do anything but lie there, and eventually he fell asleep. Later that night, Eddie awoke to find his uncle’s hard cock fucking between his legs. Eddie pretended to still be asleep. It didn’t take his uncle long to shoot his load and pass out again. When Eddie was sure his uncle was asleep again, he reached down and scooped up some of his uncle’s load from between his legs, put it to his nose, and smelled it. Then he touched his fingers to his tongue and tasted it. He told me he liked the way it tasted. The next night his uncle went out again and came home in a similar state, but managed to fall into his own bed, much to Eddie’s disappointment. So Eddie took matters into his own hands. When he was sure his uncle was out like a light, he tiptoed to his bed and knelt down beside it. He reached up and ever so gently placed a hand on his uncle’s arm. He held still for just a moment to see if he had disturbed his uncle, but his breathing hadn’t changed. From the position of his uncle’s arm, Eddie was able to tell that he was lying on his side, facing him. He moved down a bit and once again placed his hand gently on his uncle’s thigh. Eddie knew he was close to his target because he could feel the heat coming from his uncle’s crotch. Summer Camp Suck • 9

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Once more, Eddie moved his hand and let it gently rest on his uncle’s body. Bingo! His hand had landed on his uncle’s flaccid penis and Eddie just let it rest there for a moment so as not to wake his uncle. As he waited, he could feel his uncle’s cock pulse a little every now and then. Finally, Eddie decided it was time to test the waters, and he picked up his uncle’s hefty cock and just felt the weight of it. He was in awe of its size and couldn’t believe that he was actually holding it. He leaned over to smell the manly odor rising from his uncle’s crotch. Not knowing what possessed him, he opened his mouth and licked at the head of his uncle’s cock and felt the monster pulse in his hand. He held off for a moment and when he was sure his uncle wasn’t going to wake up he leaned over and put the head of his cock in his mouth and just let it sit there. Again, he felt his uncle’s cock twitch, only this time it started to get a little bigger. All of a sudden, his uncle started to move and Eddie crouched down on the floor, scared to death he would get caught. Eddie sat there for what seemed like forever, his heart pounding in his chest, until he felt it was safe to continue. He located his uncle’s cock again, and this time it was fully aroused. Eddie was amazed at how big it was. He knew it felt big the night his uncle fucked him between his legs, but he had no idea it was this big. This time, Eddie put the whole head of his uncle’s cock in his mouth and ran his tongue around it. His uncle’s giant dick took a leap that almost gagged Eddie, but he never took his mouth off that cock. Finally, he felt like he could take a little more in his mouth, so down he went, as far as he could go. His uncle moaned slightly but didn’t move, and Eddie remained still until his breathing was slow and steady again. This time Eddie developed a rhythm. He slowly descended as far as he could and gently sucked his way back to the head of his uncle’s fat dick as it continued to pump out precum. Eddie continued the slow deliberate pace until his uncle’s prick stiffened to steely hardness and erupted a tasty mouthful of thick, salty-sweet cum. Eddie’s uncle never woke up. I was so turned on by Eddie’s story that when he suggested that he do the same to me, I jumped at the chance. Eddie pulled my pants down and started licking my cock. No one had ever touched me there before, let alone put their mouth on me. It felt so wonderful, I wanted it to last forever, but the heat of the moment soon brought the ecstasy to an end. 10 • Summer Camp Suck

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A few days after Eddie had told me his story, I was outside near the outdoor showers. The shower stalls were covered by a curtain that hung down to the knees of a full-grown man. I was surprised to see that there were two sets of legs in one of the stalls. I could tell by the dark hair on them that the two guys in the stall were older, probably camp counselors. All of a sudden, a counselor who had also spied the two in the shower, ran up and threw the curtain aside. There stood my counselor and another one, stark naked. They were so surprised they just stood there holding each the other’s stiff cock while the water spilled down their bodies. I stood gazing at them in awe while my stomach did flip-flops. The two counselors stood there laughing and never let go of each other’s dick. I guess they thought being exposed was hilarious. Before turning in that night, my counselor was on his rounds making sure all his campers were sleeping. He walked around shining a flashlight in each boy’s face. If his eyes flinched, he was in trouble. He shone the light in my face and I squinted my eyes. He started to get angry that I was awake, but I told him I couldn’t sleep. I asked if I could sleep with him. He said I could bunk with him until I got sleepy but then would have to go back to my own cot. I stretched out in his larger cot while he took a shower. I was turned on, nervous and excited, especially after seeing him naked in the shower. I found it hard to believe that this was really happening. Moments later he came into his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. I tried not to look at him but I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge under that towel. Without ceremony, he dropped the towel, but to my disappointment he was wearing a pair of jockey shorts. When he settled in next to me on his cot, I could feel the heat of his body warming my skin. His chest and legs were so hairy he felt like a stuffed animal. We were lying spoon fashion with his right arm cradling my head. I could feel his cock nestled against me and I ever so slightly clenched my butt and pushed up against him for a tighter fit. I could feel his cock getting harder. I started moving my butt, just barely – up and down against the length of his now fully erect cock. Soon, he began meeting my movements with thrusts of his own. It was then that I reached behind me to touch his dick.

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He made no move to stop me, so I turned over to face him and openly fondle his throbbing cock through his shorts. It felt so big and hard. Suddenly he pushed my hand away, scaring the piss out of me, as he jumped up abruptly and went to the john. When he came back there were no shorts, just him. He got back into the cot and I hesitantly reached for his dick as I watched his face for his reaction. He smiled and said, “Go ahead, touch it, kid.” I reached out and took his flesh in my hand. I was shaking, but I continued to touch, caress, and explore his huge cock and big hairy balls. His cock kept throbbing and jerking. Finally, he showed me how to beat him off. He took hold of my hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, moving them up and down, slowly at first, just at the top of his cock where the foreskin slid on and off the head. Then down the full length to the base of his incredibly thick shaft, which was nestled in a soft curly thicket of fur that continued up past his belly button and blossomed on his chest. At this point, I moved down between his outstretched legs. I fondled his balls with my other hand. He was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, he said to me, “Kiss it, kid. Go ahead – you know you want to.” I was scared, but turned on by the thought. I leaned over and actually kissed the head of his cock as if I were kissing someone’s lips. Then he said, “Lick it – use your tongue and lick it.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do. I told him I didn’t know how and he said, “Lick it like an ice cream cone.” I slowing starting licking his whole cock up and down. He was moaning and groaning. Then he grabbed my head and started thrusting his huge dick in my mouth. I got scared and pulled out of his grasp. He apologized for getting rough with me and said, “Put it in your mouth … yeah, that’s right, just like that ice cream cone. Now slide your mouth as far down that hot dick as it will go.” I slowly started to suck my first cock. My first time was awkward. I was clumsy, nervous, and jerky, but he was kind and patient. He tried to control his own passion to allow me the opportunity to explore his cock and balls. Soon, however there was no more holding back for him. He grabbed the side of my face and pumped, gently at first, then after getting the 12 • Summer Camp Suck

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OK from me, he thrust with more passion. I thought I was going to choke. My eyes were watering. I was gagging on the forceful inward thrusts and breathing deeply when he pulled out. Then he let out a long groan from deep within him, halted his thrusting, and shot right in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but his dick kept shooting until his cum spilled from the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and onto his pubic hair. When it was over, he scooped up the cum I had spilled in his pubes and fed it to me. Then he told me, “Lick me clean, kid. Lick me all over and don’t stop till I tell you to.” I did just that. I noticed there was some cum on his hairy balls, so I held onto his cock as I lowered my face to his balls and started licking. He went wild and said, “Oh, man, don’t stop, kid.” I kept licking his balls everywhere I could. Suddenly, he lifted his butt up and squatted over my head so I could do a better job. He pulled his balls out of the way and brought his bunghole near my mouth. I instinctively knew what he wanted and just continued licking for all I was worth. He smelled so fresh and clean, just like soap. As he moaned above me, I knew I was bringing him pleasure, which made me happy. He was going wild. He was jacking off at the same time and his balls were bouncing on my forehead. As his renewed passion reach its climax, he slid his ass off my mouth and back on the bed. He grabbed my head, pulling it up level with his crotch and said, “Oh, baby. Yeah, baby. Daddy’s got another big load for ya,” and with the head of his dick just at my lips he started shooting. I will never forget the look on his face while he was cumming. Some of his sweet nectar made it into my mouth and some shot on my face. When he had drained his balls dry, he leaned over and started licking his cum off my face. Then he put his mouth on mine and gently forced my lips open, sharing the last of his cum with me in a kiss that seemed to last forever. Throughout the rest of the summer, we repeated that night several times. A couple of weeks before I went home, my counselor was fucking my ass for the very first time when the counselor who had been in the shower with him that day walked in. Without hesitation, stuffed my mouth with his fat cock. He spilled his cum down my throat at the same time I was being filled with cum at the other end. It is now fifteen years later, and my counselor and I are still together. He still shines a flashlight in my eyes when he comes to bed. Summer Camp Suck • 13

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Really, Father? You would pay a whole mariachi for my girl’s serenade? How can I thank you? ¿De verdad, Padre? ¿Me va a pagar el mariachi para la serenata de mi novia? ¿Cómo pagarle el favor?

Well, actually, you already have, but… Bueno, en realidad ya lo has hecho, pero…

Come on in.

Entra.

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Oh, sure I do! But… I’d better be certain! ¡Oh, claro que sí! Pero... ¡quisiera estar completamente seguro!

Check it out, son. I’m sure you remember this! Échale un ojo, hijo. ¡Estoy seguro que lo recuerdas!

You need more, right? ¿Necesitas más, verdad? Yeah, yeah! ¡Sí, sí! Be my guest, sonny! ¡Con confianza, hijito!

Get up on this. Súbete.

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Oh, Father, yeah! Now I remember you and your holy stick! ¡Oh, Padre! ¡Ya lo recuerdo bien a usted y su palo santo!

Marky tried to pucker and tighten his rosy ass button so he could enjoy every inch of the priest’s cock as much as possible. But his hunger for raw meat was too much for him, and he opened his hole without hesitation. The priest immediately sank his nine inch tool up that tight asshole for the second time that lucky day. Marquitos trató de apretar su rosado botoncito, para disfrutar al máximo la verga del cura, pero tenía tanta hambre de carne cruda, que relajó el culo sin pensarlo más. El cura metió de golpe su tranca de 22 cm en ese culito, por segunda ocasión en aquel día afortunado.

Perhaps it was the vibrant sensation of doing something forbidden there at the church where his mother used to go every Sunday morning that had Marky so turned on! The confessional doors were wide open. They could be discovered at any second… Quizá era la sensación quemante de hacer lo prohibido, que tenía a Marquitos tan excitado, ¡ahí merito, en la iglesia donde su madre asistía todos los domingos! El confesionario estaba totalmente abierto, podrían ser descubiertos en cualquier momento...

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You go first. I’ll wait here. Tú primero. Yo espero aquí.

Someone’s coming! ¡Siento venir a alguien!

Why? We’re both gonna say the same shit. ¿Por qué? Los dos vamos a decir las mismas chingaderas.

You noticed! ¡Lo notaste!

Father, are you in there? Padre, ¿está usted ahí dentro?

Eh… yeah! You again, Pedro? Er… ¡Sí! ¿Otra vez por aquí, Pedro?

Father, we confess we made a boy pay for our services with sex when he really didn’t have to! Padrecito, confieso que le cobramos cuerpomático a un chico sin necesitarlo.

Ohh… more! Ohh… ¡más!

Again! I’m cummin’ AGAIN! ¡Otra vez! ¡Me vengo OTRA VEZ!

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The mariachis smiled at the hot scene. It was good to see familiar faces! And it was a perfect occasion to mend a recent mistake. Los mariachis sonrieron ante la caliente escena. ¡Y qué mejor momento para corregir recientes errores!

Hi, boy! Cool priest, isn’t he? Hola, mano. ¡Qué buena onda es el cura! ¿Verdad?

The mariachis apologized to Marky. The boy’s money was good enough for the whole band, so the extra fee was not necessary. Los mariachis se disculparon con Marquitos. El dinero del chico sí alcanzaba para la banda completa, así que el cargo extra no era necesario.

But hell, don’t you enjoy it? Pero carajo, ¿no te gustó?

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After that quick apology, Pedro wanted to give Marky something extra in return. The three men agreed, and soon Marky was surrounded by three cocks anxious to please him. He imagined he was the star of a seal show, tasting one after another, like funny trumpets with different flavors. Luego de esa rápida disculpa, Pedro quiso reparar el agravio a Marquitos. Los tres hombres rodearon al chico, ansiosos por complacerlo al máximo. Marquitos imaginó que era la estrella de un espectáculo de focas, probando una verga tras otra como trompetas de sabores diferentes.

Without any further aggravation, Porfirio fucked Marky hard, and Pedro got to know what it’s like to fuck a priest. Sin más agravios, Porfirio se cogió a Marquitos y Pedro supo lo que era chingarse a un cura.

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Ahh, apology accepted, guys! ¡Ahh, se aceptan sus disculpas, chicos!!

Just in time, homies. We’re ready for your serenade! Where should we go, Marky? ¡Justo a tiempo, cuates! ¡Es hora de la serenata! ¿En dónde es, Marquitos?

Serenade? What serenade? ¿Serenata? ¿Qué serenata?

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Monkey See, Monkey Do! by Big Al My dad invited his friend Sterling and his son Augustus over to our house so he and Sterling could watch the game on television. Augustus and I were going to ride our bikes down to the park to see a dog show. Dad worked as a plumber and Sterling was an electrician. They had met on a construction site a couple years ago and had become good friends. That’s how I met Augustus. We were the same age, so we started hanging out together just like our dads. All four of us became good friends. At two o’clock Sterling and Augustus arrived. Sterling pulled Augustus’ bike out of the back of his pickup as I got mine out of the garage. We hopped on our bikes and got ready to leave. “Sampson, you boys be back here by five and watch out for traffic, you hear?” Dad said. “Yes, Dad. We will,” I replied as we both rode down the driveway and into the street. We had only gone about five blocks from the house when Sterling’s bike got a flat tire. I told him to wait there while I rode back to get his dad so he could pick up the bike in his truck and then give us a ride to the dog show. When I got home, I expected to see Dad and Sterling watching television in the living room. The television was blasting with the game on the screen, but Dad and Sterling were nowhere to be found. I checked the kitchen. No luck there, so I headed down the hallway. I noticed Dad’s bedroom door was partially open, and I could hear their voices. I slowly crept up to the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes – Sterling was fucking Dad! “I’m so fucking horny for your ass, Marshall! It’s been a whole week since I last plowed your hot, fucking hole. Are you ready for my big load, fucker?” Sterling prodded. “Fuck, yeah, motherfucker. Dump a big, hot load up my hairy ass with that big fucking cock of yours. Ram me hard and deep. You know how I like it!” Dad cried. Dad was bent over the foot of the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress. He was wearing nothing but his jockstrap. Sterling was completely naked as he thrust his cock in and out of Dad. It was so hot watching them fuck! I couldn’t wait to tell Augustus what I had seen. Monkey See, Monkey Do! • 21

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“Fuck, yeah, man. I’m coming. UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!” Dad cried out as he fisted his hard cock and squirted his jizz onto the floor. Sterling grunted, moaned, and plowed deep. I knew he was cumming up Dad’s ass! Before long, Sterling collapsed on top of Dad. I ran out of the house. I didn’t want them to know what I had seen. I raced on my bike back to where Augustus was. “You’ll never guess what I caught our dads doing to each other!” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “What? What were they doing?” Augustus asked. “Fucking! They were fucking. Your dad was fucking my dad up his ass.” “You’re a liar. I don’t believe you.” “C’mon, let’s walk our bikes back to my house and I’ll prove it to you.” When we reached my house, we dumped our bikes in the front yard and went inside. Dad and Sterling were sitting on the couch with only jeans on and were sipping a couple of cold beers as they watched the game. “You boys are back a little early aren’t you?” Dad questioned. “Yeah. Augustus got a flat tire on his bike, so we had to walk back,” I replied. Dad offered to give us a ride back down to the show, but we said we’d just go to my room and play video games for the rest of the afternoon. We headed down the hallway and snuck into Dad’s bedroom. His jockstrap was lying at the foot of the bed. The rest of their clothes were strewn across the bedroom floor. I pointed to Dad’s cum splattered onto the floor. “See, I told you. That’s my dad’s cum. He squirted while your dad was fuckin’ him,” I whispered. Augustus took his index finger and dipped it into Dad’s puddle and took a taste. I did the same. “Wow! Let’s go to your room,” Augustus exclaimed. After we had closed the door for privacy, I filled Augustus in on all the details of what I had witnessed. As I told him what I had seen, our dicks started getting hard. We dropped our pants and started to play with each other. “Hey, let’s fuck like our dads did. You can show me how,” Augustus said excitedly. 22 • Monkey See, Monkey Do!

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We quickly undressed and Augustus bent over the foot of the bed just like I told him Dad had done. I pointed my cock at his butt hole and tried to jab it in with no luck. I couldn’t get it to slide in. We fooled around with a bunch of different positions, but still had no luck. Just as I had Augustus on his back on the bed with my cock pressing against his ass crack, my bedroom door flung open and our dads were standing there in the doorway. We both turned and looked at each other and then looked at the stern look on our fathers’ faces. Dad and Sterling moved closer to the bed. “Sampson, what are you two trying to do?” Dad asked in a low steady voice. “Well … uh … well, Dad, we … uh … when Augustus got a flat tire I rode my bike home to get help, and I happened to see Marshall fucking you, so we … uh … thought we might try it, too,” I stuttered. Dad and Sterling glanced at each other and burst out laughing. They both dropped to their knees as they tried to hold each other up from laughing so hard. “I told you they would catch us sooner or later,” Sterling chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you were right. And look! Monkey see, monkey do!” Dad howled as he pointed at us. They both collapsed, holding their bellies and rolling on the floor as tears came to their eyes. We sat up on the bed with a sigh of relief and began to giggle. We figured we couldn’t be in too much trouble if they found it so funny. After a few minutes, Dad and Sterling regained their composure as they wiped their eyes. “C’mon Sterling, I think it’s time we showed these boys the proper way to fuck ass,” Dad stated. Dad left the room and came back with a tube of lubricating jelly in his hand. He explained how men needed to grease their cocks before they fucked so their cocks would slide in easier. Dad and Sterling pulled off their jeans. Augustus and I started to get hard again looking at our dads’ sexy, hairy bodies as their big, full-sized mancocks swung in the air. Dad squirted some lube onto both his and Sterling’s growing cocks. “Get over here, boys. Run your hands up and down our cock shafts and get us good and slippery,” Dad instructed. We wasted no time in doing as Dad said. I knelt down and grabbed my dad’s stiffening rod. It felt hot and velvety as it throbbed with each stroke of my hand. I reached out and fondled my dad’s hairy balls as I Monkey See, Monkey Do! • 23

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watched Augustus do the same to Sterling’s cock. Our fathers moaned as they closed their eyes and slightly bent their knees. Precum started to drool out of their piss slits and onto our smooth chests. Our dads looked down at us and then at each other. Sterling gave Dad a wink and pulled his cock from Augustus’ hand. He turned his ass toward Dad, bent over and grabbed his knees. His ass jutted out towards Dad’s cock. I let go of Dad and he aimed his cock right at Sterling’s hole. Sterling reached back and spread his hairy asscheeks, exposing his crack to us all. “Get down here, boys, and lick his asshole. Get it good and wet for my big cock,” Dad commanded. The smell of Sterling’s sweaty, raunchy hole was intoxicating for us both. No wonder men liked to fuck men. Dad pushed us away and told us to watch closely. He aimed his cock at Sterling’s slick chute. Sterling groaned as Dad’s cock slid in with one slow, steady push till he was balls deep up his ass. “See how easy it goes in, boys? All you need is a little lube and a slow, steady push into the hole you’re fucking. Right, Sterling?” Dad asked. “Right, Marshall. Damn, fucking right,” Sterling replied. Dad pumped Sterling’s ass for a few minutes while we stroked our cocks and got more excited. Then he pulled out. “OK, Augustus, get over here and fuck your dad. Sampson, you come here and fuck me,” Dad instructed. He bent over and told us to lube our cocks. We aimed our cocks at our dads’ holes. Our cocks slid in easily. It felt warm and slippery inside. We pumped our dads for several minutes, then they stood up, causing our cocks to pop out of their horny holes. They bent us over and proceeded to lick our butt holes and get them all slick. “Now fuck each other and show us what you’ve learned,” Dad said, “then Sterling and I are going to fuck you two with some man-sized cocks!” I bent Augustus over and slowly pushed my cock into him. He whimpered a little at first, but soon I was steadily pumping my cock in and out of my best friend. Too soon, Dad pulled me off Augustus and bent me over. Augustus aimed his cock at my ass and started to penetrate me. It hurt at first, but soon I was taking it like a champ. 24 • Monkey See, Monkey Do!

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Dad and Sterling watched as they stroked their big cocks to full erection. It was so hot watching them fist their hairy crotches, making their precum dribble onto the floor. “OK, boys, it’s father fuck time now,” Dad announced. Sterling and Dad bent us over opposite sides of the bed so we were facing each other for our first father fucking. I felt Dad’s big hands spread my asscrack as I watched Sterling do the same to Augustus. Our fathers aimed their big mancocks at our holes and steadily plunged deep into our bodies. They split our asses wide open. We steadied ourselves as our dads continued their cock assault on our horny boycunts. We both moaned in ecstasy as they continued to plow us. The smell of our fathers’ sweat and body odors permeated the room. I reached down, stroked my tingling cock, and let out a loud groan as I shot my load on the sheets. “AAAAAWWWWW! Fuck, yeeeeeaaaahhhhh! Fuck, yeah. FUCK YEAH!” Dad screamed as he shot volley after volley of his jizz into my boycunt. “Take it, fuck boy. Yeah, Sampson. Take your dad’s fuck load,” Sterling cheered. Sterling rammed his cock harder into Augustus. Augustus grunted with each thrust. Sterling quickly pulled out of his son’s ass, rolled him onto his back, and straddled his chest. He pulled Sampson’s hair back, forcing his mouth wide open as he aimed his cockhead at his son’s tongue. “AAAAAWWWW! Shit, man. Shit. Fuck, yeeeeaaahhh,” Sterling screamed as he shot his creamy load into his son’s hungry mouth. Augustus stroked his cock as he tasted his dad’s big cum load. He started to moan as he shot his boycum all over the back of Sterling’s hairy thighs. We all collapsed onto the bed. Augustus and I were buried under our fathers’ hot, sweaty, hairy bodies. They slowly rolled off our bodies, and we cuddled between them. “Well, Sterling, what do you say? Looks like we got us a couple new fuck buddies,” Dad exclaimed. “Yep, it sure does. So, boys, what do think? Are we all fuck buddies from now on?” Sterling asked. “Yeah, we sure are,” August and I laughed as we moved down our Dad’s bodies and proceeded to lick their slowly deflating cocks and balls clean. Monkey See, Monkey Do! • 25

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Rusty Gets an Education Monday when I got to school, our home room teacher, Mrs. Merda Krable, announced that we were going on a field trip that afternoon. “Yeah!” we all cried out and started pounding on our desks and throwing pens and papers around the room. “That’s enough!” Mrs. Krable yelled out as she thwacked her cane on her desk. “We’ve got plenty of studying to do before then. At one o’clock sharp, we’ll meet at the school entrance.” She never told us where we were going, so I spent the rest of the morning daydreaming. I imagined we got on a plane and flew off to the Arabian peninsula to visit a sultan’s harem. But I think Mrs. Krable would be shocked to find out that the sultan kept more men than women in his harem. At one o’clock sharp we massed outside the school entrance. Mrs. Krable herded us onto a school bus. As it turned out, the field trip was part of the school’s “Career Planning” curriculum. Our first stop was the phone company. We toured the offices as someone explained the different jobs we could have. I learned from one of the operators that if you wanted to look very efficient, you hung up on incoming calls as soon as you picked up the phone. You could answer hundreds of calls an hour that way. Our second stop was a bakery. I had to go to the bathroom. Just as I was peeing, one of the bakers came in. There was only one urinal in the small bathroom so the baker waited patiently right next to me. His eyes stared at my dick, and it got harder and harder. He moved closer to me until I felt his breath on my neck. “Whatcha got cooking there, boy?” he whispered in my ear. His hands touched me and his fingers stretched toward my stiff prick. He helped me shake the last few drops of pee off my dick and then he knelt down and began licking my shaft and sliding his tongue up to my cockhead. I heard Mrs. Krable calling for us to move on to the next destination. “I … I gotta go,” I mumbled. “Too bad,” the baker moaned. He helped me tuck my stiff wiener back into my trousers and I dashed out of the bathroom. The others were already boarding the bus. I was the last one to get on and Mrs. Krable gave me one of her stern frowns. 26 • Rusty Gets an Education

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Our final stop was a firehouse. I recognized it ’cause it was the one not far from home. I often rode my bike by the firehouse to watch the firemen clean the yard or work on the fire trucks. The men at this firehouse were every horny boy’s wet dream. My boner from the bakery had subsided, but the moment we stepped into the firehouse it began to grow again. I’d always watched the firemen from across the street and now here I was, right next to them. I even got to shake their strong hands. When Mrs. Krable shepherded us into the firemen’s living quarters, my boner started to throb. We got to sit on the beds the firemen slept in and breathe the smells of their warm, husky bodies. Mrs. Krable started to lead the class on to the garage, but I lagged behind and waited for everyone to leave. I wanted a moment alone in this special sanctuary where the firemen slept. I was about to leave the room when one of the firemen walked into the bedroom. He’d just stepped out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. I almost fainted. He saw me standing in the doorway and winked. While I just stood there with my mouth gaping wide open, he whipped his towel off and proceeded to dry his thick, muscular body. His dick flopped down and swung out in the open. I could feel the precum drizzling out of my cockhead. The firemen rubbed the towel through his hair and lifted one of his legs onto a bed. Then, just for my benefit, he took hold of his cock and balls and tenderly dried them while I watched. “Rusty! Rusty!” Mrs. Krable called out from below. “Rusty!” I took a big gulp and ran down the stairs to the fire garage. “Sorry, Mrs. Krable,” I stammered. “I was talking to one of the firemen.” “I’m glad you’re taking an interest in the firemen, but it’s very important that you stay with the group, Rusty,” she scolded me. After we toured the garage, Mrs. Krable told us that it was our last stop and we would be going back to school. By the time we got back, school would be out. “Mrs. Krable, I only live a few blocks away. Can I just go home from here?” I asked. She squinted her eyes, thought a moment, and replied, “Yes, but only if you stay here fifteen minutes and learn something new about being a fireman. And you’ll have to write a two-page report for class 28 • Rusty Gets an Education

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by tomorrow.” I agreed, and as soon as the school bus left, I dashed back up to the firemen’s quarters. The firemen who’d come out of the shower was still there. He was lying naked on his bed. When he saw me he smiled. I walked up to him and asked, “What’s it like to be a fireman?” Just then another fireman walked into the bedroom. “What’s the boy doing here, Jack?” he asked. “The kid wants to know what it’s like to be a fireman, Randy” the naked one said. Randy started undressing. As he peeled off his underwear and his fat, black, uncut dick appeared, he said to me, “Kid, if you want to find out what it’s like to be a fireman, you’ve got to get out of those clothes first. Being a fireman can be very hot work, so we like to be naked around the firehouse whenever we get the chance.” “Uh … sure,” I mumbled. I tore off my clothes and tossed them on the floor. Jack lifted me onto the bed and Randy climbed in on top. I was sandwiched between their two hard bodies. My dick rubbed against Jack’s cock. It swelled up in no time. “That’s your hose, kid,” Jack said to me. “It’s a fireman’s most important tool. Why, we firemen don’t know what we’d do without our hoses, do we Randy?” “That’s right, Jack. Ya gotta love a fireman’s hose.” Randy’s hose slid up my crack, and he began humping up and down, sliding his turgid meat between my butt cheeks. “Best part about the hose,” Randy continued, “is that it can get into all sorts of tight places and put out any fires that might happen to be blazing there.” Jack grabbed hold of my face and began kissing me. As his tongue pressed into my mouth, Randy spread my butt open and fingered my tight hole. “Whenever you suspect there’s a fire, kid, it’s always a good idea to place your hand on the door and see if it feels hot. If it does, there’s a fire behind that door. Hmmm … feels like you got quite an inferno goin’ on behind this little door.” It didn’t take him long to get me well lubricated and ready for his hose. “We need more boys like you around,” Randy groaned as he popped his shaft into me. “Boys that are aware of fire safety and know how to put out any blazes they might come across.” 30 • Rusty Gets an Education

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Jack’s hands rolled down the sides of my body until he grabbed my butt. His fingers felt Randy’s dick pumping in and out of my hole. “Nice, tight fit,” he said. “Let’s see if we can get a tight coupling like that with my hose down at this end.” As Randy fucked me, Jack bent me over and directed the head of his cock toward my face. I opened my mouth and let him stick it inside. His hose was starting to leak. Mine was too. I could feel my precum dripping down onto the firemen’s bed. I hoped they didn’t mind. Jack’s cock was in my mouth, my tongue was pressed up against his oozing piss slit, and Randy’s thick meat was all the way up my butt – I was in heaven. Randy kept fucking and fucking until he popped and completely filled my butt full of hot fireman juice. It went a long way toward putting out the fire that was burning inside of me, but I could tell that it wasn’t quite out yet. I turned my dripping hole toward Jack. He wasted no time in plugging me and doing his best to finish putting out my fire. “Now you see why firemen always work in teams, son,” Randy said as he fell back on to the bed. “Why don’t you get that pretty, little mouth of yours up here and help clean this up. A fireman’s always got to make sure that his equipment is clean and in good working order.” While Jack pumped away at my butt, I helped Randy clean up his tool and make sure it was still working right. It worked so well, I got another load of cum out of him. After Randy shot down my throat, Jack flipped me over onto my back and really started thrusting. His hairy belly tickled my balls and the underside of my dick. I could feel the tingling start down near my toes and slowly spread out over my body. I looked up at Jack and started to tell him I was going to cum, but all I got out was, “I … I’m ….” Then I came, and my butt clenched Jack’s dick so hard, he let out a yelp. My cum spurted up and all over the hair on Jack’s stomach. I made a sticky mess and practically glued Jack’s belly to mine. Then he made my butt hole even stickier when he gasped and spewed a huge load of gunk up inside me. When he pulled out, I could feel the mixture of the two firemen’s cum slipping out behind his cock. The air in the room smelled like Rusty Gets an Education • 31

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sex. I stayed a long time at the firehouse that day. Randy and Jack taught me more about fire safety and what the life of a fireman was really like. I sure learned a lot from them that day, but when I got home and sat down to write my paper, I had trouble of thinking what to write. Most of what I learned wasn’t stuff that Mrs. Krable would appreciate.

Garver The Carver by John Tyndall I was always told to stay out of Mr Garver’s cornfield. He was this mean old man that urban legends were made from. Every town had one, but you would have thought that our Mr. Garver started it all. He was tall and had eyes that could freeze your soul. He wore the same dirty coveralls every day and somehow overshadowed you even if you were taller then he was. Nobody seemed to know his age, but he seemed to be older than the mountains, by the way people talked. My parents just told me to stay away from him, but some of the other folks told their kids that if they didn’t behave he would come get them. We all called him Garver the Carver. That was because of the knife he kept with him at all times. I watched him one day at the corner store as he lovingly ran his fingers across it. Even though I knew all of this; even though my parents had told me to avoid him, I still ran deep into his cornfield to hide. “Get the little COCKSUCKER!” the other boys hollered as they chased me down. Lately, I had been having to run to school and run back home in order to stay ahead of the bullies. I finally tried hiding in Mr. Garver’s cornfield, but they stayed hot on my trail. I looked back and the lead kid came to a grinding halt. I kept running as they all turned around and ran back out of the field. I was glad the boys were off my tail, but I wondered what had made them stop. Suddenly, it felt as if I had run smack dab into a brick wall. As I lay on the ground trying to get the wind back in me, I saw the boys turn the corner and keep running. I looked up to see what I had hit. It wasn’t a what, but a who. It was Garver the Carver. His face was scarred across the cheeks and very sun-worn. The hair on his face was long and graying; even his eyebrows were bushy. But 34 • Garver the Carver

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what scared me the most was his long, greasy hair that hung down to his shoulders. I’d never seen him this close. His large body knelt over me, and in the hardest voice I’d ever heard he asked, “You all right, son?” “I … um … I,” I stumbled over my tongue, “I think so, sir.” He helped me to my feet and turned his back to me. “Get yourself dusted off and follow me.” He didn’t look at me; he just started walking down the row. I walked behind him and dusted myself off. At one point I just about had to run to keep up, he took such large steps. By the time we got to his house through the field, I’d had time to watch Mr. Garver. He walked with a limp and always kept his head down, but his hand stayed close to his knife. The nickname Garver the Carver ran through my mind. I stroked my scratched elbow the same way he did his knife. I was turned on by him. This monster of a man touched me in some way. There was always something exciting about the way he intimidated me. I liked being scared – I liked being scared of Mr. Garver. I wondered what he was going to do with me. Mr. Garver kicked some junk out of the way as we walked up his porch steps. “Come on in, kid.” There was something in his tone that pushed my boycock to full hard. The house was clean, but quite dark. He pulled out a chair and told me to sit. “Um … ah … sir, I … um … I didn’t mean to cut through your field. It was just that … well … um ….” He stopped me dead. “You looked like you’d been havin’ trouble.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer and cola. “Take a drink and tell me what happened.” Mr. Garver sat across from me and stared right into my eyes. A cold chill passed over me. I tried to do as I was told, but I couldn’t seem to start talking. “They callin’ ya names, son?” he asked. I just nodded. “Well, what the hell did ya do? You had to have pissed the little rats off somehow.” He kept looking me over. His face was shadowed by his long hair. “Well, um, Mr. Garver. I used to … well … I don’t know what to say.” Garver the Carver • 35

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He stopped me again. “Just spit it out, son. I’ve seen and heard it all.” He pulled his hair from his face. I couldn’t look away. Everything just rolled out of me in one breath. “I used to suck some of the boys off, but then they turned on me. I don’t know what I did, but it’s just getting harder and harder to run … so I ran through here hoping they wouldn’t follow.” Mr. Garver stood up from the table and swallowed down some beer. For me it was like looking straight up at Friday the 13th itself. My heart beat in my chest and my cock felt as if it were going to bust my zipper. “So the little sacks of shit turned on ya?” He threw his empty can in the trash and got himself a fresh beer. “Come on, son, let’s clean that arm up. We’ll talk more in the bathroom.” I walked with him down the back hall and rolled my sleeve up. He pulled the chain to turn on the light. “Sit,” he said, pointing to the toilet as he ran some water in the sink. “I’m sorry, Mr. Garver. I didn’t mean to bother you. But thanks for hearing me out.” He grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. I held out my elbow and he crouched down to wash it. For a monster, he was quite gentle. He looked at me and cracked a smile. “So you sucked their boy meat for ’em?” His other hand rubbed the inside leg of his coveralls. “Yes, sir. It was something I wanted to do, and it got them to like me for a while.” He pulled the hair back from his face again. “Boys don’t know what they want, son. They just take what they can get and piss it away when they’re done with it.” I don’t know what pushed me to do it, but I reached out and touched his scratched up face. “I don’t scare you, son?” He kept rubbing the washcloth over my scrape. I swallowed hard, not sure what I was getting into. “Yes, sir. But I like it.” He smiled again. “Boys don’t know what they want. But a man does.” He stopped and put his thick hands on my legs. “You want to be a man, son?” He ran his rough hands across my face. The smell of his funk was strong with his armpit next to my face. “You could always give me a hand if ya want to learn.” He started to unzip his coveralls. His chest was covered in a thick mass of gray and black hair. He pulled the zipper all the way down to his waist. 36 • Garver the Carver

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“So I scare ya, son?” He put my hand down low on his belly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, son. Garver’s got a bit more than them candy-ass boys you been playing with.” I scratched my fingers around under his belly button, losing sight of them in the thick mat. “Go lower and you’ll see what I mean.” I did as I was told. His body was moist and sweaty and smelled strong. I went deep past the zipper and bumped into his log. It was wet. “It don’t bite. Get a good handful, if ya can.” I about jumped when it seemed to keep going farther down. “Come on. Let’s go across the hall there.” I followed as he pushed a door open. The room was dark and quite a mess. The smell was just like Mr. Garver. He knocked a few magazines off the bed onto the floor and sat down. I stood in front of him and waited. “Strip outta your clothes, boy. Let me get a good look at my new buddy.” I undressed at his order and my thoughts raced about in my head. I felt like the luckiest kid alive. My body was smooth and not nearly as big as Garver’s. “You look real good, son.” He grabbed at my boycock and pulled me to him. His hands held my meat tight while he shoved his beer flavored tongue into my mouth. I sucked it as if it were his log. He kept close as he unzipped the rest of the way. There was a grunt and a hard slap between my legs. His thick nub rammed past my boy balls and up alongside my meat. To me he was a monster. My own cock was small next to his. “Why don’t you chew on this while I get cozy?” He smacked his hand on his meaty chest. I darted for his nipples and chewed and sucked as he got his arms free of his coveralls. He put his arms back around me and pushed me lower on his manly body. His cock slid up my chest as I chewed down his belly. “Can I, Mr. Garver?” His cock rested under my chin; he let it slap across my face as pushed me lower. I dove straight to his hair-matted balls and did all I could to get them both in my mouth. My own root was dripping Garver the Carver • 37

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onto the hardwood floor and bobbing against his bare feet. He used his toes to play with my balls. His cock looked like an old tree, thick and gnarled. My tongue slid up his shaft and rested at the top, while Mr. Garver’s fingers opened my mouth and worked his cockhead inside. The taste was bitter and unwashed, but it made my whole body itch for more of him. He placed his palm on the back of my head and pushed down. He seemed to like that – he grunted and pumped it out some. Then he thrust it down deeper, filling me to the brim. His cock was pulled from the back of my throat as he lifted me to my feet. “Get up here, son. How the hell could those shitheads throw you to the side? You got the best goddamm chops I’ve had in a while.” I pulled from his arms and lay back on the sheets. He jumped on top of me and pounded his cock hard against my meat. “A boy with fight. I like it, son! Come give Garver all you got!” I fought him back and could tell that he was letting me get some headway. Our pricks bounced against one another slapping hard. The bed was getting drenched with the sweat from our roughhousing. In one good, fast move, Garver had me on my belly with my left arm behind my back. I looked back over my shoulder – he looked evil and sinister. What light there was in the dark room glistened across his slime-covered cock. My balls were drawn up tight next to my asshole. He spit into his hand and used it to grease up his thumb. “Sit still, son, and it’ll feel real good for ya.” He popped the tip of his thumb at the top of my asscrack and pushed. It worked its way down to my hole. Then in one loud grunt he slammed forward, sliding right past the opening of my hole and slamming in between my nuts, pinning me to the mattress. “Hold still,” Garver barked at me. But I didn’t. His hand smacked down over my ass. His fat fingers rushed to my asshole – they were still covered in spit. I kept myself completely still as his thumb poked at my tight hole. The rest of his fingers gripped at the sides of my balls and rubbed them around his cockhead. He began pumping into my nut sack, his thumb driving deeper into my ass. He let my arm loose. “Open up, boy. Let me really plug ya.” He pulled his thumb from my hole and pulled his cock from my nuts. “Just relax, boy.” It happened so fast I almost threw myself across 38 • Garver the Carver

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the bed. He’d lodged his cock halfway up my ass before I slammed shut around it. Garver gave my a pair of jockeys shorts and told me to bite down. I sucked and chewed as he pulled out and pushed harder in. There was a tight burning around my asshole; the further he pushed in, the better the burn felt. I lifted myself off the bed and met each push. Our balls banged hard against one another and then it was full body contact. His hips ground into me, his gut resting on my backside. I began to lose it when his rough fingers grabbed at my balls and pulled. I hollered things that would make a sailor blush as the rush came over me. Garver squeezed tight and slammed harder into me. “That’s it, son! Pop that nut for me.” He used my balls to pull me hard against his cock. “Make that hole pucker for me!” I dropped my shoulders to the bed and felt my cum spray up over my chest and then drip off onto the mattress. Garver’s grip loosened on my balls but his fucking got harder. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me up to him. The sweat from his body smeared across my back. I was lifted off and dropped back onto his cock, and with a loud huff he began to shoot his load. “I feel full, Garver.” I began to panic. “There’s too much. It’s going to leak out!” I was breathing harder and harder. “It’s OK. Let it drip out, son. Yeah, let it cover my cock.” I felt Garver’s cum start to ooze out of my stretched hole, covering his cock and dripping down over his low hanging balls. His cock made sloppy smacking sounds inside my chute. As it softened, it slipped from my ass and and a flood of Garver’s cum came out with it. He let me drop to the bed. I reached back behind me and played with his cum-coated meat. “I don’t reckon anybody’ll be botherin’ ya now, son. You’re Garver’s boy now.” He lay next to me and stared straight into my eyes. He was right. The other boys never bothered me. I heard rumors about what they thought had happened, but nothing was as good as the truth. As for Garver, I now work with him part-time after school. It helps keep the bullies at bay and works great for me and Garver.

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Farm Boy Wake Up part 2 by Walt I heard my dad calling me from outside the cabin after Vernon told me he was there. I stuck my head shyly outside the cabin door to see him wiping cow shit off his boots into the wet grass beside his car. I didn’t know what to expect. “Come here, son!” I’d always had a good relationship with my dad and had no reason to be concerned, only I’d just been soundly fucked by his two hired hands, and he knew about it. He gave me a big hug. “I’ve missed you, boy. Two weeks with you gone from home and your mom is busting my nuts, as usual,” he laughed. “She worries way too much.” There was something unmistakably changed in the way he hugged me. And there was a bulge the size of a beer can sticking out from his stocky frame. I wasn’t expecting that. Even though I already stood three inches taller than he did, I was in awe of him. “Charlie and Vernon both told me you’ve taken to the farm like a fish to water. We’ll need to talk about that. But first, there’s work to do today. I’m going to stay on a couple of days with you all. I figured you hadn’t been off the place, so I brought some supplies.” We worked and sweated until late afternoon, stopping for sandwiches and some beer. I was working just as hard as the older men and felt appreciated and a part of the group. That night after we’d cleaned up and finished with supper, I was sitting outside with Dad. He lit up a smoke and passed it to me. “It wasn’t that long ago that I had sex with Charlie and Vernon myself. And I had no idea I’d like it as much as I did. I was here one wet day and couldn’t work outside, so we had a few beers and it started getting warm inside the cabin. Before I knew it Charlie was slapping my face with his dick while I fucked Vernon’s tight manhole. Needless to say I found out I like dick, too. I dropped four loads that day,” he said, beaming. Dad shifted slightly and began to unzip his pants. He pulled out his log and started to squeeze it. “When Vernon and Charlie set their sights on you and thought you might be the same way, they told me they wanted a chance with you first. I went along with it. It was an initiation, in a way. But now Dad needs to know you love me most. Go ahead, son, love on my big dick.” 40 • Farm Boy Wake Up part 2

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Immediately, I buried his cock in my mouth, forcing my head down on his dickhead, stretching my throat as much as I could. Dad’s pud really was big and starting to pulse and ooze spit. Dad opened his shirt, pulled up his undershirt, and feverishly pulled on his giant nipples. I was amazed at how they expanded and stood up like eraser tips as he pulled on them. He pulled me to him. “Suck on my nips, son!” I was almost lying on top of my Dad, sucking his tits and rubbing his dick with my crotch. He just had to fuck me and soon. Just as we were getting into it, Charlie came up from behind and slapped my ass. “Y’all come inside now. It’s getting late.” We pulled ourselves together and went inside the cabin, Charlie leading the way. Vernon had kicked back in the rocking chair and was already naked and stroking his glistening meat. “Come here, Walt. Let’s show Big Ben just how much you’ve learned already.” I went over and took his long dick in both hands and started cranking it. “Oh, yeah, that’s good. Young meat gets me going every time. Especially when he tries so hard.” Charlie and Dad both started to undress and before long Charlie was pulling on Dad’s bull balls. Charlie spoke up first. “The first time I licked the sweat off these balls I almost passed out!” Dad’s beer can dick was standing straight out, and he was already starting to breathe harder. “Ben, you’re gonna get a real show tonight. We’re going to take care of that big old dick of yours. Then you’re going to open up Walt real good.” We went into the bedroom, already lit with the kerosene lamp. I stripped quickly. My dick was getting sticky in excitement. Dad went and lay down, slapping the head of his fat dick into the palm of his left hand. Before long he and Charlie were in a hot sixty-nine, rolling all over the bed and pulling on each other’s tits. It was hot to watch. Then Vernon spread Dad’s asscheeks and buried his tongue. My dad was sandwiched between him and Charlie. Farm Boy Wake Up part 2 • 41

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“You like it, don’t you, baby?” Charlie grunted and lowered his voice. “We fucked your son last night just like we fucked you and you loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, pig!” my dad grunted through his mouthful of cock. His mustache was sweaty and Charlie’s juices ran down his face. I couldn’t help myself – I was going to cum. I started pumping and the cum went flying over all three men. That broke them up and they all laughed until they were hoarse. They then rubbed my cum into their skin. We stopped for a few minutes to catch our breath. Charlie passed around a bottle and we started to play around again. None of the other guys had cum yet. Older men get that slow boil going and can go for a while. Dad got up and sat in the rocker, his meat looking really pumped. I didn’t know if I could take it, even having been stretched and porked by Vernon’s long dick the night before. Dad’s pud was really fat. I would need all the opening up I could stand and it would take all the effort I could apply. Charlie took a leather shoelace and wrapped Dad’s dick at the base. It looked fierce. “You’re going to sit on that, boy, but first we have to lube you.” They had me get on my hands and knees on the bed. They started lubing my hole with some oil, and it felt really good. They slapped my asscheeks a few times, just to get the burn going. Then they started working my hole, first with their fingers, then with something I couldn’t see, and it felt really good. Soon I was asking for more. Dad kept slapping his own meat and he was obviously interested in what was going on. Finally, I was ready, and I was close to cumming again. Vernon and Charlie both picked me up and carried me over to my dad. Dad was holding his enormous dick at the base and they all eased me down on it. Vernon held out a brown bottle and said, “Breathe in!” Dad started working his meat up my hole and before I knew it, my ass slapped up against his balls. Charlie started to lick Dad’s nuts as Dad started to work his hips and fuck my hole, up and down, faster. I was in heaven. Vernon slapped Dad’s face with his dick, and then squeezed the head really hard while Dad pulled on my nipples and rubbed my stomach. 42 • Farm Boy Wake Up part 2

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Vernon gave me more of the little bottle. Everything was racing. Dad kept pushing deeper and deeper into my hole, and I was still asking for more. Dad stroked my dick in his hands. Charlie moved in closer. Then I felt something else at my back door. Charlie was trying to work his dick into my hole, too! I almost passed out and started cumming a second time. Suddenly Dad spasmed and his whole body shook as I took his load of hot, scalding gravy into my guts. Then Charlie slipped out and started to lick my ass. Vernon quickly stuffed his dick into my throat. “That’s it, boy! Fill ’er up! No need to ever go hungry on account of us! Besides, what’s a little sex among friends!” Soon he pumped his load into my throat. After Dad’s dick had gone soft enough to slip out of my chute, I lay down on his heaving chest. Charlie took over then, working his dick back up my hole. Soon he pumped his own load into me, too, rocking both me and Dad underneath him. After Charlie came, they all took turns kissing me hard, and then licked up all the spooge that was running down my legs. All of us slept contentedly that night, at least until about 3 a.m. when I felt my Dad’s club poking against my butt cheeks and his rough hands pulling me closer to him. In a few short nights I had been thoroughly initiated into the pleasures of sex with older men. I decided to stay on the farm permanently.

A Mentor for Jay by Gene Richards Despite being a married man, I was always horny for sex with other men. I loved cocks, balls, and thick cum. To that end, I placed a personal ad in our avant-garde weekly newspaper and opened a post office box so that I could receive the responses privately. I got several responses, but one in particular caught my eye. It was a letter from this boy who claimed he had never had sex with anyone, man or woman. He said he was completely inexperienced. He wanted someone to take him in hand and teach him how to have sex with a man. His name was Jay and he had given me his phone number, so I called him from a pay phone and set up an appointment to meet him. A Mentor for Jay • 43

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I arrived at the small strip mall, parked my car, and stood in the designated place so he could find me. After making eye contact with about a half dozen probable “Jays” I was about to give up and leave. Then I heard someone near me softly say my name. I turned around, and there he was: a short, slim, dark-haired, dark-eyed boy. “Yes,” I responded. “Are you Jay?” He said he was, and I told him to follow me to my car. Both of us were nervous that someone we knew might see us together. We drove off to my house since I knew no one else was at home. On the way we chatted, and I was shocked to learn that the only thing this lad knew about sex was how to masturbate. When we got near my house, I had Jay slump down in his seat so that none of my neighbors could see him in the car. I drove right into the garage and took him into the basement family room just off the garage. I don’t know who was more nervous, Jay or me. The first thing I did was ask him if he had ever been kissed by a man. He said no. I asked him if he wanted to experience a man kissing him and he told me, “Yes. I want you to teach me all the things men do with each other.” With that, I pulled him to me and planted a hot, wet, passionate kiss on his young, trembling lips. As my tongue probed, he got the drift of what I was trying to do and opened his mouth so I could explore the inside with my tongue. It didn’t take long before he was returning my kissing and probing inside my mouth with his tongue. As we kissed and tongue dueled, I slid my hand down to his crotch and felt his hard, young cock pulsing in his pants. I took one of his hands and moved it to my swollen cock. He gripped it through my pants so hard it was almost painful. I then slid my hand up to his flat chest and began to unbutton his shirt. I slid my hand in and began to work his hard nipples. That got more trembles out of the kid, and I knew he was getting hot. I soon had his shirt off of him and was working on getting his jeans undone. His white jockey shorts tented out and a wet spot was spreading across the front as his cock pumped out more and more precum. I soon had him standing naked and trembling before me. My hands explored every inch of his young, firm body from his neck, down his back, to his ass and thighs. When I gripped his hot, hard cock in my hand, he moaned and whimpered, so I eased off. I didn’t want him cumming yet. 44 • A Mentor for Jay

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I let him stand there naked as I stripped off all of my clothes, watching him as he watched me. Once my hard cock and balls were free, his eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. “You like my cock, boy?” I asked, but he was speechless. “Go ahead. Touch it. Feel it,” I encouraged him. He tentatively reached out and wrapped his fingers around my throbbing cock. His eyes were glued to my cockhead and my cumhole, which was leaking clear strings of precum. I reached out, took his other hand, brought it to my big, heavy, hairy balls and made him cup them in his hand. He seemed mesmerized as he fondled and stared at my full-blown cock and my heavy, cum-filled balls. As he played with my cock and balls, I leaned forward and capped one of his copper-colored nipples with my lips. A shiver ran through him as I began to suck on it. I felt his sweet precum oozing out of his young, virgin cock into my hand. I sensed he was close to cumming, so I pulled my mouth from his hardened nipple and went to my knees, enveloping his entire throbbing cock in my mouth. That was all it took. He thrust his hips forward, and his copious, hot, thick, sperm bombarded the back of my throat. He pumped out several shots before his hands rested on my naked shoulders to support his rubbery knees. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” he kept saying over and over as I ran my hands up the back of his young thighs to steady him. When he attempted to pull his cock from my mouth, I moved my hands to his hard, round asscheeks and held him tight so that I could milk every drop of his cum from his softening cock. I let one of my fingers move into the warm valley between his asscheeks, and located his virgin assbud. He gave a lurch forward, and still more cum leaked from his limp cock. His cum was as sweet as I had ever tasted, but I finally let him slip from my sticky lips. I stood up, wrapped my arms around him, and held him until he was able to regain his composure and strength. My hard, throbbing cock was leaking clear strands of precum all over his flat, hairless belly as I held him against me. After a short period of time, he asked, “Can I do that to you?” “What?” I responded. “Suck your cock. I’ve never touched or sucked a man’s cock before.” “You sure you’re ready to suck a cock?” I asked him. A Mentor for Jay • 45

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“I may not do it right, but I want to try it. I’ve thought about it.” “Be my guest,” I told him and released him from my arms, stepping back to give him access to my cock and balls. Jay lowered himself to his knees in front of me and lined my cock up with his open mouth. The head of my cock glistened with precum. A huge drop was poised at the opening of my cumhole. His tongue came out and captured that clear droplet of nectar, then darted back into his mouth. He must have liked what he had tasted because he opened his mouth again and engulfed the whole head of my cock. He began sucking my cock like the novice he was, scraping my tender flesh with his teeth. I pulled my cock from his mouth and told him to lick and suck my hairy, cum-filled balls. He went after them like he was starved! He did a great job on them, and then I let him have my cock again. This time I advised him on the proper use of his mouth and tongue, and told him not to use his teeth. The more he sucked on my cock, the hornier he got. He was going wild over what he was doing with my cock, and his warm, wet mouth was about to take me over the top! With a forward thrust of my hips, I exploded and Jay gagged and choked as he got his first mouthful of hot cum. I came so hard and so much that my cum was escaping the sides of his mouth and dripping down onto my hairy balls. “Swallow it, boy!” I told him, and he did, as much as he could. When I stopped cumming and pulled away from his just-fucked mouth, he kept going for my cock. “Let me suck it!” he kept saying over and over. I let him take my cock into his mouth again, cautioning him once more about using his teeth. He gobbled at it, bobbing his head and acting like he was starved. The poor kid probably was. When I finally stopped him and pulled my limp, spent cock from his warm, sucking mouth, I pulled him into a standing position. “Oh, man! I’d always wondered what it would be like to get my cock sucked off and to suck off another guy,” he remarked. “Well, you certainly learned all about that today, didn’t you, kid?” I asked. He reached for his clothing and prepared to get dressed. I stopped him, asking, “What do you think you’re doing?” “That’s it, isn’t it?” he said with a confused look on his boyish face.

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“A far cry from it, baby,” I told him. I grabbed his cock and worked it until it was hard and rigid again. “You’re gonna fuck my ass with this,” I told him, giving his hard cock a squeeze. “You’re kidding,” he responded. “Like hell I am,” I said. “I want you to feel what fucking an ass is like.” A Mentor for Jay • 47

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He seemed somewhat bewildered. I guess he had never heard of men fucking each other up the butt. I leaned over a table, spread my legs and pulled my asscheeks wide apart, exposing my hairy crack and asshole. “Now,” I told Jay, “shove your cock up my ass!” He did and the whole length of it slipped into my well-fucked and experienced asshole. A low groan escaped his mouth as his cock slid deep up inside of me. “Oh, man!” he muttered. “I’ve never fucked before!” “Just go with your natural instincts,” I told him. He took hold of my naked hips and fucked my ass like a rabbit. He came quickly and I felt his warm, wet cum spurt into my ass. “Awesome, man!” he cried out as I squeezed his spent cock with my ass muscles. Although I wanted this cherry ass, I thought I’d better wait until the next time. I took him back to the strip mall where he had met me, and we made plans for some future “lessons”. We got together many times after that. He loved sucking on my big, thick cock and never could seem to get enough. But I still had yet to bust his cherry for him to show him the joys of being fucked. Each time I attempted to penetrate that tight, little hole, my thick cock just would not go in. Finally, I invited a friend of mine to join us one evening in a motel, and after a lot of mutual cock sucking, Jay was hot to be fucked. I lay on my back, naked on the bed as he knelt over me sucking on my cock with his naked ass sticking up in the air. I told my friend to fuck his ass. By this time, the kid was begging for it. My friend had a slimmer cock than mine, and I was sure he would be able to fuck the kid. He lubed his cock up and forced it deep up inside Jay. I almost got my cock bitten off in the process, but his cherry was finally busted!

Good Role Models by Willy Jefferson (See Coach Jackson, July 2000 & Friends of Coach Jackson, December 2000) Fortunately, I had good role models when I was growing up. I never knew my father. My old friend Earl from my neighborhood, whom I still dearly miss, had the most influence on me. Earl took me under his wing just at the time I was reaching my adolescence. He, 48 • Good Role Models

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and only he, understood the struggle I was having with my race and with my sexual orientation. Old Earl let me know right off the bat it was all right to just be myself and to explore my sexual fantasies. In fact he became one of those fantasies and I helped him out on occasion after first seeing his big old sausage one day at the rest room urinal at the park where we hung out. Shortly after that, he introduced me to his nephew, Jackson, who was a basketball coach and volunteered his off duty time to helping kids like me. Jackson was as kind and generous as his Uncle Earl. The two of them helped me get over my shyness. I soon learned that Jackson had also been a boy with a special need to learn about his sexual interest in other boys and men. Luckily, he had his Uncle Earl to teach him, just as the both of them were willing to do for me. Once, after playing basketball with Jackson, he let me shower with him. I was really shy and embarrassed to let him see my genitals. “Don’t be afraid to show what you’ve got down there. I understand. I used to feel the same. You can be yourself around me,” Jackson assured me. “I’ve had the same kind of feelings you are having right now,” he explained. Coach Jackson and I jacked off together in the shower that day, first him helping me out and then me using both my hands on his big, dark, veined erection to bring him off. I can still envision his shimmering, wet body quivering with release, as beads of water clung to the curly, black hairs covering his ebony skin. We later realized that Uncle Earl had witnessed our sexual union and got quite the thrill he needed. “Enough to make a tired old man very happy,” he explained. It was obvious that Earl and Jackson had enjoyed many similar good times together when they were both younger. Now, as an adult, I can look back and appreciate what Earl and Jackson did for me. I grew up to be confident and full of self-assurance. I know what I like sexually and I’m not shy about going for whatever it takes to please my appetite for other guys. I still have an eye for older guys. Daddy types turn me on the most. Being a man of color, myself, I am intrigued by my opposite. I think it stems from Coach Jackson introducing me to two of his pals, Tyrone, a good and nasty man of color, and his sex buddy Garth, a horny Good Role Models • 49

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white guy that loved being fucked by Tyrone. They both enjoyed an audience, and frequently I got to see them going at it. I even performed oral sex on Jackson while watching them and eventually got to service Tyrone. He fed me his “daddy milk,” as he called it, and the others joined in. As Tyrone fucked his buddy he told me it was a good time to sample Garth’s “pretty white dick”. I did, and I liked it. I liked the differences I saw and felt with a white man. It’s not just the man, nor the color of the skin, nor the sex. It’s just something inside your being that turns you on to whatever it is that gets you off the most. Anyhow, it was and still is what turns me on the most, and I still revel in having sex with a hot, pale-skinned, daddy type. Jackson and I had carried on together and shared his friends for many years after his Uncle Earl, my old friend, died. I was happy to have Jackson to carry on with and enjoyed his friends of many colors and our regular sex escapades. Recently Jackson retired and moved to live in Arizona. I miss him as much as I did his Uncle Earl, but at least we still talk regularly on the phone. Jackson did me another unexpected favor before he left. He gave me the phone number of a man to whom he had been meaning to introduce me. He thought we would make a good match. I finally got around to calling the person Jackson talked about. We arranged to meet for coffee the next day. David looked a lot like an older version of Garth, the guy I often fooled around with at Jackson’s gym in my younger days. I was immediately taken by him and we seemed to hit it off just as Jackson had hoped. I could use a nice daddy in my life right now, and it appeared David just might be the man I had been hoping for. We wasted no time in testing out our attraction for one another. Being ebony and ivory we made a striking contrast, and we got our share of looks from passers by as we openly displayed our affection for one another. David said, “Perhaps we should take this to my place, or we might get arrested.” I agreed and we headed for his apartment. David proved to be one hot daddy. After a short exploration of the other’s body and equipment, we got down to business. I was fascinated by David’s long, hard cock, and he seemed to like my warm, thick lips working on it. His baby maker hit the back of my mouth and slid down my throat like it was a perfect fit. David moaned and 50 • Good Role Models

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squirmed as I mouthed his hard erection, savoring the feel and tastes as his hands caressed my face, neck, and smooth shoulders. David praised my tall, dark-skinned body and smooth skin. “Your dick’s like satin, boy. I love how if feels. Let me suck you now,” he pleaded. Shortly after, he was flat on his back on the bed, with me poised over his stocky torso. “Slip me that beautiful cock, boy. Show my mouth what it was meant to do,” he said with heated encouragement. Good Role Models • 51

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I pressed my black meat to his waiting lips and slowly slid my quivering cock inside his hungry mouth. His warm cavity and active tongue sent shivers all through me. Soon, I was face fucking my daddy with gusto and intense pleasure. I glanced down occasionally, thinking of how good my dark meat looked going in and out of his wet, pink lips and drooling mouth. I was also turned on checking out my upturned ass, being able to see myself in the mirror mounted on the closet door. I imagined how David’s pale pink cockhead would look penetrating my swarthy, twitching, inviting asshole. I avidly fucked my daddy David’s mouth and quickly dumped my hot seed, giving him a mouthful of dark boy spunk. He moaned and swallowed my heavy load. My warm cum ran from the corner of his mouth as he shot off straight in the air with an intense release of excitement and pent up sexual emotion. It was the first of many such enjoyable sex encounters as our relationship developed. I moved in to live permanently with my new daddy. I love his early morning fucks. David wakes me up by playing with my dark, sweaty hole, and soon ends up between my long legs, draped over his wide shoulders. He teases my butt hole with the tip of his juicy cock until I relax and he pushes inside my waiting tunnel. It’s usually a fast, hard fuck, once he has started in with his morning piss hardon. I whimper with pleasure as I look at my man making love to me. I was once a lonely black boy, until I met Uncle Earl and Jackson. Because of them, it lead to this. David and I have invited Jackson to come and visit us. We both look forward to that. We both hope Jackson will be inspired to join our bedroom play so we can properly thank him for his part in our relationship, and so I can show my special appreciation of his and his Uncle Earl’s role in my life.

The Move by Rob B. It was going to be a hot, sweaty day of work. José, a coworker of mine, was moving from his condo to a suburban house with a lawn, plants, and too many rooms to decorate. He and Mario were finally moving in together after years of dating. He had asked me to do some grunt work with him moving the furniture. 52 • The Move

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Mario had to work this weekend, so José, me, and our friends Janice and Carol were making the move. It took all morning, but we finally got José and Mario’s stuff into the new house. José had to take Janice and Carol home and turn in the truck, so I told them that I would stay and watch the house until José returned. They all laughed when they realized what I really wanted to watch. In the last trip, I had noticed a young man next door cutting his front lawn. José told me I was a dirty old man, and he and the women took off laughing. I sat in the shade on the front steps, drinking water and trying not to look too obvious while admiring the beautiful young body in the next yard. He was a black youth, probably still a teenager, wearing boxer underwear around his narrow waist, with gravity defying baggy shorts hanging below his well-rounded butt. He was shirtless and rather well-built for such a young man. His arms were thick and rounded as well. So was his thick, smooth, curving chest. His abdomen was flat and tight, with ripples of muscles and a navel that wanted to be an outie but blended into a crevice in the abs. As he worked in the hot sun, sweat covered his dark, chocolate brown skin, making it shine like the patina on a perfect bronze statue. It was a real treat just to watch this young man moving his beautiful, taut, supple body while working in the yard. When he noticed me sitting on the steps, he called over and asked if I was moving in. I told him I was just helping my friends who would be living here. He must have assumed that José and one of the women were a couple. As we stood talking in his driveway, he told me his name was Terry and that he lived there with his parents. He casually lifted his arms up and hung onto the garage door. His chest was hairless but he had little tufts of tight curls in his armpits that glistened as the sunlight bounced off the droplets of sweat that was trapped there. He was very dark and his features were very African, with a large, soft, inviting, mouth and round broad nose. It was all I could do to control myself and not appear too smitten by this beautiful young man. His mother came into the garage and I introduced myself as the friend of their new neighbors. I even suggested that my friend didn’t have lawn equipment yet and perhaps Terry would be interested in doing yard work for hire. When his mother left, I asked if he’d like to come over and look around. The Move • 53

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We went through the yard, which I knew José would soon be landscaping and planting, but I also knew that he didn’t care for the mowing and trimming chores. I invited Terry in for a soda, and we sat drinking and talking on stools at the cluttered kitchen counter. In the course of our conversation I must have said something that indicated José would be living there with Mario. Terry seemed confused at first, when he realized that José was not with one of the women he had seen. I could see the moment of realization hit him, but he just smiled and shook his head. He told me that he barely noticed before, when Carol and Janice were hanging on each other in the front yard, but now it made sense. I asked if he had any problems with two guys living together next door. He said it wasn’t a problem, that he had some really nice gay friends at school. In fact, he said he once got it on with a male friend from school and it was all right. “Sex is sex,” he said. “It feels good no matter who is getting you off.” Our conversation was getting pretty candid by now, and I ventured to ask what he and his friend did. He said they just played around and jacked each other off. Just the thought of stroking this gorgeous young man was making me hard, and I suppose Terry saw it pressing through my cut-offs, because I caught his glance at my crotch. I told him that I had to go take a leak if I could find the john. He said this house was just like his and he’d show me. When we got to the bathroom, I turned toward Terry and quite honestly confessed that I would not be able to piss right now because thinking about him jerking off made me hard. Terry laughed nervously, and I could see the slight bulging in his own loose shorts. I touched his bare shoulder; it was cool and damp from sweating in the sweltering heat. Terry’s laughing stopped and he looked at me as he took his hand and stroked it down my arm. I moved both hands to his firm chest, rubbing my palms across his nipples, which I could feel resisting my touch as they slid across my skin. This was actually happening! Terry leaned against the hallway wall as my hands slid down his straight sides and rested on his hips. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his broad soft mouth. He seemed shocked at first, but then wrapped his arms around me and pulled closer, darting his tongue inside my mouth as our legs pressed against each other’s bulging cock. My hands held his head as our tongues entwined and our mouths played at their sensual penetration. 54 • The Move

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Our lips parted and I nipped playfully at his broad round nose before kissing a line down his neck and chest to squeeze a stiffened nipple between my lips. I could smell the tantalizing sweat from his armpits, radiating his youthful sexual excitement, and couldn’t resist raising his arm and burying my face in his coarse bush. The smell was overwhelming and intoxicating and I nipped and sucked on the wet, sweaty hairs while rubbing my face against his armpit, taking his odor onto my own beard. I rolled his nipples between thumbs and forefingers while running my mouth down his damp sweaty abdomen. I was on my knees by now, licking at the groove of his navel, feeling the coarse ringlets of hair leading to the edge of his shorts. I pulled his shorts down and felt the pressure of his stiff dick hit me in the neck. I moved my face around, letting it press against my chin and cheek. I could feel its hardness and the soft, loose skin sliding against my face. I slid my face under his penis, licking his tight, wrinkled balls, then sucking them one at a time into my mouth. There was the smell of cum and a taste of salt from the sweaty work in the yard. While I sucked on his balls, his dick was dripping viscous fluid down the side of my head. I leaned back and looked at this beautiful thick ebony tube with a droplet of clear fluid hanging on a liquid string. The magenta head was pushing through the opening in his foreskin. Round and swollen, the head emerged as I slowly slid back on his shaft. When the head was clear, I ran my nose behind the ridge, savoring the slight smell of smegma. As much as I wanted to slip my mouth directly over this proud, hard rod, I reached into my pocket and got a condom. I slid the skin back and slipped the condom over the tip of his oozing head, unrolling it as my mouth started enveloping his dick. I took him to the depth of my throat, sucking and sliding my tongue along the underside of his head. He leaned against the wall, and I held onto his firm tight ass, my fingers deep within his moist cleavage as I stroked the wrinkled surface of his hole. I glanced up to see his head leaning against the wall, eyes closed and an intense expression on his face. More sucking and sliding with my tongue, until he grabbed me by the head and started undulating his hips. Then he tensed and stopped. With a The Move • 55

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breathy moan I could feel the spasms of his dick in my mouth and the warmth that was filling the condom. He slid down the wall and sat in the narrow hallway facing me, legs spread as the cum-filled condom loosened on his retreating penis. Terry looked exhausted as he sat there with his eyes closed. My shorts had a big wet spot of precum from my own excitement of the moment. I got up and went into the bathroom for a few strokes to get my own hard dick down so I could take a piss.

Cockring by Simon Barnes Visiting Granddad was the highlight of my summer vacation. He lived in the foothills and had a lot of acreage, most of it wooded. Grandpa raised chickens. He had a whole lot of large chicken pens, filled with prize roosters, laying hens, and a flock of bantam chickens. The banties were allowed to run wild, but they nearly always stayed close to the homestead and their main source of food. Grandpa said that most young’uns were the same way. They always wanted to leave home, but ended up hanging around for comfort, security and a good food source. I soon found out what he was talking about. Early one morning we went to a field at the edge of Granddad’s land. There was a wooded area just across the property line. We were going to cut the willow sprouts that came up every spring and spread like wildfire if they weren’t kept under control. As we started to work, I spotted an old, collapsed and deteriorated building. It was nearly hidden by tall weeds, berry vines and bushes. I asked Grandpa what it used to be. He said that when he was a young boy, his grandfather and his great uncles ran an illegal “cock ring”. I got a big grin on my face when he said “cock”. “Now laddy, what’s going through your head?” Grandpa asked. I was sure he knew. “You said COCK!” I stammered and giggled. “Yes, I sure did,” said Granddad. “And only a boy with a dirty mind like yours would think it was funny,” he offered light heartedly, while puffing away on his stogie. “What’s a cock ring, Grandpa?” I asked, more seriously. “Well my boy, there are a couple of versions of the word,” he replied. “A cock ring is a place where people used to bring their prize roosters to fight each other. They placed them in the ring, and the two birds 56 • Cockring

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fought to the death,” he said. “It was a bloody, grueling affair. The people attending placed bets on the bird they wanted to win. It was a form of gambling, and it was illegal,” he further explained. I thought about what he had told me, looking at the old dilapidated structure and tried to picture how it must have been. Then I remembered. “Grandpa, you said there were two meanings.” “Well Sonny, you’re right about that,” he said, playing with his full, thick beard. There is another kind of cockring. And … ah, well, it’s hard to describe. I … ah … I think it’s best that perhaps I just show you what the darned thing looks like.” Grandpa was stammering and had a hard time spitting out what he had on his mind. I was taken aback when he unhooked his overalls and let them drop to the ground. His sleeveless undershirt had shrunk up over time, barely covering his wide, furry chest and stomach. His loose, plaid boxer shorts clung to his thick waist, and I could see a prominent bulge in the front of them. Grandpa was no slouch for his age. He was a big, meaty type of man with a thick body and was nearly as hairy as a bear. I was very intrigued to find out what he intended to show me, especially now that he was almost naked. “The other kind of cockring is for a man’s pleasure,” he told me. “I’ll give you a peek,” he said, quickly pulling down the waistband of his boxers and exposing his large, sweaty genitals. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I stared directly at my grandfather’s thick dark patch of hair, low hanging balls and fat, extended pecker. Grandpa took hold of his swollen member and pulled it to the side. “You see, down there, around the base of my dick, Sonny. That’s called a cockring too,” he stated. I looked more closely, moving in to get a better look. Suddenly I could feel my own crotch twitch and tingle, and soon I was sporting a woody. Seeing Grandpa’s equipment this close up made my entire body tremble and my palms feel sweaty. I was nearly light headed as I got a whiff of the strong, manly scent wafting from his groin. “Can I touch it, Grandpa,” I shyly asked. “Uh … I … uh … mean the cockring.” I thought I better clarify. “Of course, Sonny, be my guest,” my grandfather cheerfully replied. Cockring • 57

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When I reached out to feel the shiny ring that surrounded my Grandpa’s cock and balls, I couldn’t help but touch his turgid dick and crinkly nutsac. I could feel Grandpa’s cock twitch when I began to explore the hard ring he had somehow put there. His awesome, chubby prick was getting bigger and bigger before my very eyes. “It’s growing bigger,” I said out loud. “It’s getting huge!” I blurted out in amazement at how large it had grown. “Yes, it is, boy. A man’s cock likes any attention it is given. And, I must say Sonny, it does feel good having your hand touching me down there,” Grandpa responded. “Give my cockring a bit of a tug and you’ll see the full effect it can have,” the gentle man suggested. “What is the cockring really for, Grandpa? Why are you wearing a cockring?” I asked as an excuse to keep touching him. His hardon now stood tall, thick and fully erect. It had become the most luxuriant part of his whole body. “When Grandpa’s cock is excited and at it’s full potential like this son, the tightness of the cockring keeps me good and hard. My whole erection is filled with blood vessels, and the cockring restricts the flow, keeping me nice and firm. Grandpa can stay stiff and extremely hard like this for a very long time,” he explained. “It gives me more time to pleasure myself. You know, while jerking my meat,” he added, demonstrating this action. “Can I feel it, Grandpa?” I eagerly asked, now meaning his fleshy cock. “Can I see how hard it is?” I desperately wanted to touch my granddad’s manshaft. “You can do anything you want with it, Sonny. The pleasure will be all mine,” he said. That wasn’t true. I had never felt such pleasure and delight in my entire life. I took hold of his enormous muscle and played with it. My grandfather’s cock felt rock hard and very thick, yet the velvety skin was pliable. I moved the skin back and forth, and saw grandpa quiver. His breath became heavy and he lightly moaned through his teeth. “Yes, that’s nice boy, keep doing that. It gives me a great deal of pleasure. That’s why I use this cockring son. When I wear this and masturbate myself, it enhances all the feelings I get while jacking off.” I was squeezing my own pecker hard through my trousers. It had never felt this alive and tingly. My body was filled with a delightful 58 • Cockring

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sensation that lasted and didn’t go away. I felt as though I might easily cream inside my drawers. As I fondled and played with Grandpa’s meat and tight, smooth balls inside the confines of his metal cockring, it suddenly occurred to me to ask, “How do you get it off?” “Well, you see, that’s another kind of story,” Granddad hesitantly replied. “In order to get my cock back to it’s normal size, I … ah … well, I have to relieve all those good feelings and pressure that’s built up inside this big ol’ thing. I jerk off, Sonny, and soon after I blow my load, my cock softens, and gets back to its more normal size. Then I can slip the cockring over my nuts, and completely off,” he instructed. “Are you gonna jerk off now, Grandpa?” I asked him. “Well, you’re doin’ such a good job of it for me, Sonny, how’s about you just keep it up and make your old granddad happy by doing it for me,” he said, puffing out a big trail of smoke from his stogie. I gripped his big meaty plonker even tighter and stroked it in an ernest attempt to see my grandfather empty his tight, hairy balls and spill his man load. I pumped and pumped and listened to the big, aroused man breathe and groan as I worked on his throbbing drumstick. “It’s taking a long time, Grandpa,” I remarked impatiently. “Yes, when you’re older like me, it sometimes does Sonny, but it sure feels good.” He hesitated for a moment, then added, “However, there is a way we can speed up the process. You could give grandpa’s big pecker a nice kiss with your soft lips, and then let me slide it inside that hot, wet mouth of yours.” It sounded a bit dirty to me, but appealing and enticing as well. The more I thought about it, the closer I inched my face towards his swollen wanger. Grandpa’s cock now had a pearly drop hanging on the end, just waiting to be plucked. My heart raced and my chest heaved with the anticipation of putting my lips against his private member. My peter was sticky inside my own drawers. I quivered and shook with uncontrollable arousal. Grandpa reached out and pinched my quivering boy dick through my trousers. “That’s real good Sonny. Grandpa knew you would be willing to help out. Now just sink those pretty lips around the head of my big worm and suck away like it was candy,” he said. Cockring • 59

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I got a good taste of his precum as my tongue lapped over and around the purple crown of his trembling dork. It was like honey to me. Within a few short minutes Granddad started shooting his heavy wad, and I got a whole knew taste. His full frothy spunk load was more salty and creamy than I imagined. I couldn’t believe I was drinking my own grandfather’s manseed. The big, happy fella held my head firmly against his crotch until he had fully drained himself. I had to swallow a couple of times as he coated my tongue and mouth with the remains of his heady, savory man milk. As Grandpa spilled his spunky fluid and continued to fondle my wiener I shot off inside my trousers drenching the material with my own sticky prick goo. 60 • Cockring

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Grandpa then reached down and into the pocket of his crumpled up overalls. He pulled out a small leather strap with a shiny snaps. “It’s another cockring,” he said. “It comes off quite easily, and we could use it the next time; unless of course, you liked the way we just did it?”Granddad said, with a wide grin and a twinkle in his large brown eyes. “This one adjusts to size, so we can try it out on you too,” he suggested. The two of us didn’t need any more excuses to pleasure each other from then on. It became a regular ritual to make our way to the willow patch or one of the empty chicken coops if the weather was a problem. I leaned that Grandpa liked his hairy butt crack played with and he soon found another place in me to deposit his manseed. Grandpa was also right about another thing. After finding a good food source, I never wanted to leave home. Grandpa sure had plenty to keep me happy and satisfied.

The New Curate by Bud O’Donnell Continued from A Flat Tire in the June 2001 Issue. Our parish priest, Monsignor Ahmond, was going to Rome for a month. For a long time I had always gotten up early and served Monsignor’s morning Mass. It was then that Monsignor introduced me to the priest who was going to fill in for him the month he was gone. I was stunned because the new priest was the same guy who had stopped to help me fix the flat tire on my bike the day before. Monsignor introduced him to me as Father Schultz. I only knew him as “Mike”. He’d stopped on the road where I was pushing my bike and said he had a tire patching kit in the trunk, and he’d be glad to help me fix the tire if we could find a place he could pull off the road. He put my bike in his trunk, drove a short distance, and finally found a place to pull off the road. It was actually a lover’s lane area. After fixing the tire, the two of us ended up naked in the woods, sucking each other’s cocks. Then the guy asked if I would fuck him. Mike had mentioned how he liked to swim. After he’d helped me fix the tire, I told him he was welcome to come over and use our swimming pool if he wanted to. He said he couldn’t stay that day but would like to come back another time and asked for my telephone number. I was hoping he’d call. I was dumbfounded when I saw The New Curate • 61

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he was the new priest. But he acted very nonchalant and had told Monsignor that he’d helped a kid fix a flat tire on his bike the day before. Obviously Father Mike Schultz didn’t tell the old priest what else he did. After Mass that morning I was invited to have breakfast with the Monsignor and the new priest. The Monsignor was a wonderful and very saintly old man, and I was terribly nervous that I’d say or do something to give myself away as to what I had done with the new priest. But Father Schultz was so calm and he talked as though we had done nothing more than change a flat tire on a bike. When the Monsignor excused himself, because he had to get his things packed for his trip the next day, the young priest said he would drive me home. I was about to say I had my bike but then decided to keep my mouth shut. Father Schultz and I walked out through the cloister connecting the church to the rectory. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He had a hardon. Then he reached behind me and squeezed my butt. We went out a side door, and Father’s car was in the rectory garage. He drove to the front of the church to pick up my bike. The first thing Father said when we got in the car was, “I really look forward to sucking that big dick of yours again. You’re really hung. You know that?” I felt my face turn red and then he took my hand and moved it to his crotch again. “Play with my cock, will you, Buddy?” He reached over and rubbed my crotch. When we got to my house, I had the priest pull his car into one of the empty stalls in the garage. Father had a towel and his bathing suit, but I told him we didn’t have to wear bathing suits. He looked at me and asked “Are you sure?” I nodded my head. “We do it all the time when there’s no girls around. Even my dad likes to swim naked.” Father asked if I had any brothers or sisters, and I told him I had five brothers and six sisters, but that all but one of them were married and didn’t live at home anymore. “My kid brother is in summer school in Grand Rapids because he’d goofed around last year and nearly flunked a couple of his courses, and my parents insisted he repeat them in summer school. He’s not too happy, but I’ll bet he gets better grades next year.” We got undressed and Father walked over to me, leaned down, and kissed me, running his tongue over my lips and then into my mouth. 62 • The New Curate

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It wasn’t long before we were on the floor and sucking each other’s cocks again. Father began sucking on my nuts, and that just about made me cum. Then his tongue went under my balls and started lapping up the length of my asscrack. That felt so wonderful he had me groaning. He rolled his tongue and pushed it into my hole like it was a stiff, wet, little cock and began tongue fucking my ass. He worked a finger from each hand into my asshole as he licked it with his tongue and began stretching it open. He was grunting like a pig while he wallowed in my ass. He suddenly pulled his face up and grunted, “I gotta get my cock in there. Is that OK?” I grunted around his cock. He took my grunt for a yes, because he pulled his dick free of my mouth, spun around, and before I could say anything, had my legs up over his shoulders and his cock lined up against my very slippery asshole. He pushed his hips forward and my hole began to open. Then his rock hard dick head popped through my ass ring. It hurt for a second, but he had me so turned on I just wanted his cock up my ass. His dick had such a sharp upward curve that the head was barely inside me when it collided with that special spot, which I learned much later was called my prostate. Bumping into that place turned any fuck into a joyful experience and Father’s cock was perfectly shaped to give that spot a wonderful massage. He pushed in further. I groaned in pleasure and he gasped. “Oh, Holy Christ, Buddy, your ass is so hot and so tight. You are truly a boy wonder.” Then he began the in and out movement and I could feel his lowhanging balls slap against my ass. I reached around and played with his nuts while he fucked me. Father’s cock was almost a twin to Barney’s dick – about seven inches, average thickness, and a cock that felt good once it was in my ass. Some guys prefer to get fucked with huge dicks but I prefer average size. It was the size of my cock that got Barney and I going in the first place. Although Barney claimed he loved big dicks, he simply loved sex, especially getting fucked, and it didn’t make much difference what size cock he had up his ass as long as it was hard and ramming in and out of his hole at the speed of light. Father Schultz was groaning and I could tell he really enjoyed fucking my ass. He kissed me, licked my neck, and played with my nipples. His cock was such a perfect dick to rub against that pleasure spot that I was on the verge of cumming since his prick first rubbed The New Curate • 63

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over it. I was oozing precum all over my belly and after about three minutes of his cock massaging my prostate I shot my load. I grunted as I spewed cum all over my own face and hair. The priest looked down at me, leaned forward, and licked the cum from my face. He raised up and bent over so he could get my dick in his mouth. That felt so good, and because I was so turned on, I had an instantaneous second orgasm. That caught the priest off guard and the power of my ejaculation caused him to choke and cough but he didn’t remove his mouth from my dick. He continued to suck. With my orgasms so close together, my ass ring clamped tight around his cock. He grunted, rammed his prick deep into my ass, and shot his load. I swear I could feel it as it spurted against the walls of my guts. He collapsed on top of me and started hugging and wildly kissing me as his cock continued to fill my ass with his load. After a long minute gasping for air, he said, “Oh, man, I’ve never fucked such a wonderful ass as yours, Buddy. As soon as I really catch my breath, I want you to fuck me again. You’re a great fuck in both directions, you know that, Buddy? Much better than some of the older guys I know.” I grinned and said, “You’re a wonderful fuck in both directions, too, Father.” He looked at me and said. “Actually I haven’t been with very many guys. To be truthful, most of my sex time is shared with my right hand. I jack off a lot, just like most of the priests I know. I only know a couple of gay priests and they have secret lovers. I’ve never had sex with an altar boy before.” About five minutes later, I was kneeling behind Father, who was on his knees and elbows, offering his tight, hairy ass up to me again. I spit in my hand and rubbed it in and around his ass. My cock was slick with my own juice and Father’s spit. I slowly pushed my dick into his tight ass. He flinched when it popped through the sphincter, but then he pushed back and his ass took the rest of my cock easily. I knew I could fuck him for quite a while because I had already cum twice. It was incredibly erotic and arousing watching my cock slide in and out of his ass. He had a lot of hair in his crack, like Barney. I reached under him and took his soft cock in my hand. It took only a few strokes before it was stiff again. I fucked Father Schultz and when I felt myself getting close to cumming, I’d slow down and really 64 • The New Curate

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work on his cock and balls with my hands. It had to be at least a half hour, maybe even 45 minutes, before I exploded a third time. I lay on top of him with my dick up his ass and it was quite a while before it softened. I rolled him over and sucked him off. We decided it was time to go for that swim. We were horsing around naked in the water, when the big wooden gate to the pool swung open. I was sure it had to be Barney. The priest panicked. “Oh, my God, someone is coming.” I turned toward him and said, “Don’t worry, it’s a good friend of mine.” “But we don’t have suits on.” “That’s still OK. Barney and I skinny dip all the time.” When Barney entered and saw that I had company, he blushed and said. “Oh, Buddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I thought you said you’d be home alone today.” “Don’t be silly, Barney. You’re more than welcome. This is Mike Schultz, the fellow who helped me fix the flat tire I had on my bike on my way home from your place yesterday. Pull off your clothes and join us.” “Are you guys skinny dipping?” I grinned and said, “Well, dive under and take a look for yourself.” Father whispered, “Maybe I ought to go, Buddy.” In a quiet voice I said, “No need for that, Father. Barney likes to do the same things that you had I have been doing. He’s lots of fun.” The priest had a shocked look on his face. “Really? Ah … I don’t think you should tell him I’m a priest, OK? Especially since we’re naked.” I laughed. “He’s bound to find out you’re a priest because he’s a member of our church, too. And besides, he likes guys naked better than dressed.” “Oh, shit. I’m not sure just what I should do.” “I think you should stay here and see what happens. Barney loves sex, especially getting fucked. He’ll really get his jollies if he gets a chance to get fucked by a priest.” Barney had stripped and dived into the water. Father sort of gasped. “Gee, he’s got a beautiful body.” I chuckled. “And he knows how to use it, too. He’s done a lot of weight lifting.” The New Curate • 65

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Barney swam underwater until he was right in front of us. When his head cleared the water, he had a big grin on his face. “You’re both naked! Have you two been fucking around?” The priest turned red, and I said to Barney, “Barney, Mike Schultz is a priest and he’s taking Monsignor’s place while the Monsignor is in Rome.” “Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry, Buddy. Oh, shit.” Barney slapped his forehead and sank in the water. I pulled him up by his hair and said. “By the way, Barney, Father Schultz also likes to do all the things that you and I like to do. And, yes, we have been fucking around.” The priest looked at me and said, “Nothing like breaking the ice, Bud,” and then his face cracked into a wide grin. I reached under the water and both of them jumped when I took hold of their cocks. They looked at one another and then at me. I said, “I make a motion we adjourn for a little break in the pool house.” Barney and the priest looked at one another and as they both reached for my crotch said in unison. “I’ll second that motion.”

A True Story by Matt I was living with my grandparents while I went to school and one afternoon I received a phone call. “Matt, there’s a man on the phone for you,” called my grandmother. I went to the phone and answered. “You don’t know me, but my son, Shawn, is a year ahead of you in school,” said the deep voice on the phone. I’ve talked with your art teacher and he’s told me about what you like to do.” I’d been having sex with my art teacher for about a year and I guess he was talking. But I can tell you about that another time. I remembered Shawn. He was about 6’4” and slim. He played basketball and I remembered seeing him in the gym locker rooms when I went in to change for Phys. Ed. I seemed to recall that his father looked the same. “Yeah, what of it?” I said to the receiver. “I would like to get together with you. Can I pick you up in about fifteen minutes?” “Okay. I’ll be waiting outside,” I replied. Shortly after I left the house, a car pulled up and I opened the door to get in. I remembered Shawn’s father faintly, but now I really looked at the older man across the car from me. He was very handsome, 66 • A True Story

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with a strong jaw and a slim body. I looked down and saw a healthy bulge in his lap. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Back to my house. There’s no one home right now,” was his response. He moved his hand to his crotch and I could see a long cylindrical bulge moving down his leg. Finally, we reached the house and he escorted me to the rec room in the basement. I had turned around to admire the furniture and when I turned back he was already taking off his shirt. I could see the light hairs on his chest, outlining his pecs. I let my eyes move to his crotch and was amazed to see a long, hard cock wrapped around his hip within his briefs. My dick was hard instantly. I began to undress quickly, my mouth watering at the site of this hunky man practically naked in front of me. “I thought we could have some fun,” he said as his hands moved to his underwear. By now I was naked and my hard dick was dripping as he lowered his briefs. Slowly he revealed the biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen. “What do you think?” he asked with a smirk on his face. “It’s twelve inches and waiting for you.” I walked over and dropped to my knees. I grabbed the base of his cock and let my tongue travel from the base to the tip. I wrapped my lips around the head and began to suck. “Ooh, yeah. That’s what I was hoping for,” he moaned. My tongue travelled around the smooth head of his cock and I could taste the sweet nectar of his precum as it filled my mouth. I began to jack the base of his cock, forcing more of his juice into my mouth. My other hand reached up and started to play with his balls while I tried to shove more of his big cock down my throat. I could only get about half down and I began to gag. “Take it slowly, boy,” he grunted. I relaxed my throat muscles and felt another couple of inches travel into my hungry mouth. I backed off and looked at the glistening, towering piece of man flesh in front of my face. My cock was throbbing and dripping a small puddle of precum onto the floor as my hand still jacked the huge dick in front of me. “I have to have that piece of meat in me. I want you to fuck me,” I panted. My eyes were like saucers as I saw another drop of cock juice form at the head. My tongue snaked out to grab it before it fell to the floor. “I would love to shove my hard dick up your sweet young ass, but we have to make this quick before my wife comes home.” And A True Story • 67

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with that, he shoved his hard shaft down my throat again. I was in heaven. I could feel his thick cock moving back and forth down my throat and I reached down to start fisting my own meat. “You like my cock in your mouth, boy? You want me to shove that fucker down your throat and give you my load?” he grunted over my head. I reacted by increasing my sucking and using my other hand to tug at his balls. I could feel his shaft getting harder as he was getting closer to shooting down my throat. He pulled back and I let my tongue lick around the rim of the head. He grabbed the base of his cock and began to furiously jack the base. “Here it comes, boy!” he shouted as his fist moved faster and faster up and down. I pulled back to look at that huge cock ready to blow, my mouth open and ready for his load. 68 • A True Story

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The head bulged and the first shot flew over my face and hit my hair. I moved closer and let my mouth cover the head while pumping my own dick. Three more jets filled my mouth as I sucked the head. I could feel my own dick unload onto the floor as he let me nurse the last of his load from his huge cock. I let it fall from my mouth and had one last look at that monster dick in front of me. One last lick at the head and I stood up. “Get dressed and I’ll drive you back,” he commanded.

He Made a Cocksucker Out of Me

by Billy Batsen I found out what goes on in the men’s room at the convention center by accident. I had been at the garden show with my mom, and had gotten bored. I had to take a piss anyway, so I went off in search of the men’s room. When I got there, all the urinals were taken, so I went into a stall. As I was holding my dick, it started getting hard. I figured that I might as well jerk off, since I wasn’t really looking forward to going back to the garden show. As the stream slowed to a trickle, I started stroking my cock. I figured I’d just take my time and enjoy it, so I turned around and took a seat on the toilet. Pretty soon I heard a voice. It seemed to come out of nowhere. “Pssst … kid!” the voice said. I looked around in the stall, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Over here. In the next stall.” I looked to my left and noticed a small hole in the partition. That’s where the voice was coming from. Someone was spying on me from the next stall. I started to cover up my hard dick. “No! Wait; don’t put it away, son,” the voice whispered excitedly. “Uh … OK,” I said. I kind of liked the fact that some other guy wanted to watch me jerk off. I stroked for a while longer, then the voice said, “Want me to suck it for you?” That took me by surprise. “Uh … yeah, I guess so. Sure,” I responded. I could feel my heart racing. “Unlatch your door and let me in the stall with you.” He Made a Cocksucker Out of Me • 69

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I carefully slid the latch on the door until it was unlocked. I heard him slip out of his stall and into mine. I don’t know how he did it without being noticed by everyone else in the men’s room. His experienced mouth felt fantastic on my cock. It didn’t take long for him to pull me over the edge. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out when I flooded his mouth with my spunk. He swallowed it all. I guess he’d had a lot of practice taking boys’ loads. Before I had finished emptying my nuts down his throat, he started cumming, too. He shot all over the front of the toilet, leaving a milky, white puddle on the tile floor. Then he stuffed his big cock back inside his pants, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “Thanks, kid. That was a hell of a load.” Then he was gone. The rest of the day all I could think about was what went on in the men’s room. I wondered if it happened all the time, or if I had just gotten lucky that afternoon. I started hanging out at the convention center whenever I could. Normally, I was there three or four days a week, and I almost always got a fantastic blow job. Then one day when I showed up, the place seemed a lot quieter than usual. There were still a lot of people at the convention center, but the men’s room was almost empty. I didn’t think much about it; I just took my place in my regular stall and waited for some action. I was sitting there, flogging my log, when I heard the door open. Someone had finally come in. I heard footsteps and the sound of the stall doors being opened. Apparently this guy was checking out each stall to see what was being offered. I decided that when he got to my stall, I’d give him a real show. I pulled off my t-shirt, pushed my shorts all the way down to my ankles, and leaned way back. I worked my cock up as hard as it would get. I was sure going to give this guy a surprise when he opened the door. As it turned out, the surprise was all mine. The door to my stall flew open, and there I was, spread out naked and hard in front of a uniformed security guard. I must have jumped three feet when I saw him. I quickly tried to cover myself up, but it was useless. I had already been caught. “Figured that’s what you came in here for. We been watchin’ this men’s room. Seems like there’s been a whole lot of illegal activity goin’ on around here,” he said in a deep, dark voice. 70 • He Made a Cocksucker Out of Me

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“What’re you gonna do to me?” I asked. “Well, son,” the guard began, “I should run you in. That’s my job. But maybe we could work out a little deal.” “What do you mean?” I said. “I don’t have any money.” “It’s not money I want, kid. If you wanna go free, you gotta do a little something for me.” He started unzipping his pants, and I began to get the idea. He hefted out a big, fat cock; fatter than most any I’d ever seen – and I’d seen a lot since I started hanging out at the convention center. “Whattaya say, kid? Wanna play ball?” I nodded, and he went to lock the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. When he got back to the stall he had already opened his shirt. He sat on the toilet and made me pull his pants off. I was used to getting blowjobs in the men’s room. I had only occasionally given them. But once I had seen the security guard’s cock, I knew I was going to love sucking it. I dove for his crotch and spread my jaws wide. It was almost too much for me to take, but I managed to do it. I slurped up the precum that was bubbling up out of his piss slit, but before I could really get my fill, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “Lower, kid. I just needed you to get it wet so I could work it with my hand.” He started fisting his fat cock, and I moved to his big, round balls, sucking first one and then the other into my mouth. They rolled around inside and when I tugged them away from the base of his cock, he moaned in ecstasy. I was lapping at them and teasing them with my tongue when he pushed down on the top of my head and growled, “Lower, kid. Lower.” He wanted me to lick his asshole! I had never thought of doing anything like that. I hesitated for a moment, not sure that it was something I wanted to do, but he kept pressing on my head. I had no choice but to press my lips against his hole. When I did, he hissed through his teeth, “Oh, yeah! Fan-fuckin’tastic! Eat my hole. Eat my fuckin’ hole!” He moved his hand from my head, but I still kept my face buried in his crack. I was beginning to get into it. Something about licking this guy’s hole made me feel hot and dirty. It was sweaty and funky and smelled like man. My own cock throbbed beneath me. I was oozing precum and humping against the floor. He Made a Cocksucker Out of Me • 71

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“Yeah, baby!” the guard grunted. “I’m gonna get my nut. Gonna get my fuckin’ nut!” He ground his boot into my ass as he shot a ribbon of cum up out of his cock. It landed with a splat on my forehead. The pressure of his heel in my asscrack made me lose my own load there on the floor. It gushed out in a warm, slippery puddle beneath me. After that, I learned my lesson about cruising the men’s room at the convention center. I found out the place to go for the real action was the security office. 72 • He Made a Cocksucker Out of Me

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