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Letters The Big Hot Greek by Buddy P. Breakdown by Damien van Zandt That’s a Switch by Peter New Connection by Rick Horsmann Breaking in Kevin by Alex Barton Gramps Loves My Butt by Billy Lang Proud Scottish Cream Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job Bathing Dad by Jon Hold Truck Stop by Chris C. The Electrician Crusty Briefs Joaquim Did It Again by Rolando Mérida Personal Ads Handjobs Order Form

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The Big Hot Greek by Buddy P. It was a hot Friday afternoon, and I rushed home from school. My parents had left that morning for a long weekend, and wonder of wonders, they had said I was old enough to take care of myself for the weekend. When I opened the door to our apartment it was like walking into an oven. I went around closing the blinds and turning on the air conditioners. Then I stripped off my clothes. My parents had a full-length mirror in their bedroom. I went in there to check myself out. I looked pretty good. I had started working out at the gym at school and I could see it in my biceps and pecs; they weren’t huge, but they were definitely there. And I have to say, for a kid my age, I was pretty hung. I had just gotten some new Jockey briefs; I put a pair on and went back to the mirror. I had gotten ones a size too small, so my equipment really filled out the pouch, stretching the soft cotton. And I really liked the way you could see the outline of my dickhead through the cotton. “Nice basket,” I told the kid in the mirror. I was getting aroused; but it was too damn hot to do anything – even jerk off. I went into the kitchen for some ice water. The kitchen was stifling, so I opened the window, hoping for a breeze. The view from our kitchen was an alley, a small wall, another alley and another apartment house. Our window overlooked the lobby of the other apartment house. It had these huge casement windows that were usually closed, but today they were open. I looked at the empty lobby for a few minutes, and then all of a sudden a man appeared. He was holding a mop and looking down into the alley. He didn’t notice me. He was tall and slim. He had black hair with a little bit of gray at the temples; kind of a rough face with a long straight nose. He had on a dark t-shirt and jeans, but what I really noticed were his forearms; they were muscular and lightly covered with soft dark hair. Something about him made me think he was Greek. Finally he looked up and saw me. I leaned forward into the window, hoping he’d see my basket. He stared at me, then he reached midway down his thigh and started squeezing something. It took me a few seconds to realize it was his cockhead. Wow, this guy was hung. We stood there for a few minutes, me motionless, him pulling on his dick through his jeans. Then he just turned and walked away. 6 • The Big Hot Greek

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I stood there in shock. And then I knew I had to have him. I put on some shorts and a shirt and sandals and rushed out. The entrance to his apartment house was around the corner. There was a deli on the corner, and I stopped in and got some Cokes. The front door of the apartment house was wide open; the lobby floor was damp. There was no one around. Maybe he was in the basement. I stepped into the elevator and pushed “B”. The elevator door opened onto a dark hallway. There was a washroom across from the elevator. I stepped out and turned right. Behind me there was a deep voice: “Looking for something?” It was him, the Greek. I froze. Then I remembered and offered him a Coke. “You looked like you could use something cool,” I said. He stepped aside and motioned me into a room. The room was small with a folding table, folding chairs and a few lockers. There were a few little windows high up on the wall that let in light. It was a lot cooler down there than outside. Without thinking, I sat on the table. He came in, closed the door and stood in front of me. While we drank our sodas, he ran his right hand gently over my thighs and arms and chest. With the back of his hand he caressed my face. Then he stuck his fuck finger deep in my mouth. I sucked hard on it. He grabbed me by the waist and stood me up. He took off my clothes and sat me back on the table. He took off his shirt and lowered his jeans and baggy boxers. His cock was huge and thick and uncut. He had big, heavy balls and a thick bush of soft, dark, curly hair. His cock was half aroused; it was dangling there in front of me, the thick foreskin begging me to hold it. But something told me he was in charge. Then he picked up my feet and threw me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. He probed my hole with his fuck finger. I figured I was pretty wet down there, and sure enough, his finger slid right in. With his other hand he played with his cock. After a few strokes, he got it hard. He made sure I was watching as he pulled his foreskin back, revealing a swollen cockhead the color of light coffee. Then I felt him probe my hole with his cock. I made fists of both my hands and propped my butt up, giving him access. His cock broke through my ass-rim muscle. It hurt like hell – but after that, his rod slid in nice and smooth. At first he gave me a nice, slow fuck. With each thrust, that big rod of his went deep, deep inside me. I loved it. My cock was totally limp; The Big Hot Greek • 7

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all my sexual feeling had moved to my hole. Gradually he picked up the pace until he was giving my ass a real pounding, putting all his weight into every thrust. He wasn’t heavily muscled, but he was strong. I watched his biceps and hairy pecs flex with every thrust. I raised my foot and tousled his hair. He leaned over and kissed my knee. But all his focus was on only one thing: plowing my ass with that ramrod of his. I heard a low growl come out of him and I felt his cock spasming inside my hole. He was dumping a load of man-cum deep inside me. 8 • The Big Hot Greek

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When he finished, he slowly eased his swollen cock out of me and took my legs off his shoulders. I just lay on the table; I couldn’t move. With his pants around his ankles, he opened the door and left. I heard some water running. A few minutes later he was back, his pants still around his ankles and his cock still hard. The Greek wanted more. He lifted my legs back on his shoulders. I knew my hole was wide open and nice and wet. So did he. He pulled on his cock a few times, and then he plunged that ramrod deep into me – and he held it there. That was what I wanted; that was what I needed. I began to beg him: “Please. Please, fuck me.” He started out nice and slow, just like before. I grabbed my cock and pulled on it. It was soft and lifeless, but I kept pulling. Again he gradually picked up his fuck-pace and this time he talked to me. “Kid, you got a hot fuckin’ hole, real hot. Tight and juicy, just the way I like it. I had forgotten how hot boy-pussy is. You got it, kid. Man, I could fuck you all night long.” Hearing him tell me how hot I was and having that ramrod of his pounding into me – man, I was in boy heaven. I was still jerking my dick; it was only half-hard, but I could feel the cum rising in my balls. Then I heard that low growl come out of him. I knew the Greek was dumping another man-load deep inside me. That was all I needed. My cock exploded. The first shot of cum went right over my head. Then I felt cum landing on my face and chest and then a steady stream flowing down my hand. I looked at the Greek and he looked at me and smiled – a big toothy grin. He eased his big rod out of me and let my legs down. Then he put on his shirt and pulled up his pants, wiping his cock off in his boxers. He leaned over and kissed my cockhead and then stuck out his tongue and licked the cum off my hand. He gave me a slap on the thigh and started to leave. At the door he turned around. “Kid, I’m Gus, the new janitor here. Anytime you want to come over and visit you let me know. I’ll show you a good time. Fuck, I’ll show us both a good time.” He laughed and was gone. I struggled to my feet. My legs were wobbly and my back was killing me. I cleaned myself up a bit, got dressed and left. Outside the sun was setting and there was a cool breeze. But, damn, it sure had been a hot afternoon.

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Breakdown by Damien van Zandt I was driving from New York to California and had decided to take U.S. and state highways instead of the interstates, because I wanted to see the country and I was in no hurry. I still had three weeks before I started my new job, and I had never driven cross-country before. I was in the Oklahoma panhandle when my car broke down. I was just outside of a small town, and I walked to the nearest garage, which was less than a mile. It was the middle of summer, and it was hot as hell. The man at the garage had a tow truck and towed my car in. After an hour of looking under my hood he announced that I needed a new alternator and it would take maybe two days to get one for my car. He pointed me to an old, run down ’50’s style motel across the highway and said that I could stay there until my part came in. When I went into the motel office, I rang the bell and a teenage boy came to the desk. I explained my predicament and said that I would need a room for a couple of days. I signed in and got my room, which was next door to the office. I chuckled when I realized that the layout of the motel was just like the Bates Motel in the movie “Psycho”, and I wondered if I was to play Janet Leigh’s part. If so I decided that the teenage boy at the desk could have me any time he wanted; he was blond and very handsome! After I got settled in, I went back to the office to get a soda from the vending machine. The boy was still there and he struck up a conversation. “Where ya from, mister?” he asked. “I’m from New York City and I’m on my way to San Francisco,” I replied. “Gee, I’ve never been ta the big city. What’s it like?” I laughed, “You wouldn’t like it, son. Its crowded and dirty and the people are rude. It’s nothing like it is here where the air is clean and everyone is friendly.” “Yeah,” he said, “but nothin’ ever happens here. It gets pretty borin’ most o’ the time. I’ll bet it never gets borin’ in the big city.” “I think that there are a lot of poor people that would disagree with you, there. It takes a lot of money to live in a big city.” The room wasn’t air conditioned, so when the sun went down, I went out front to sit in the cool evening air. I was just about to go to 10 • Breakdown

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the office for another soda, when the teenage boy came out carrying two beers. He came over to me and handed me one. “I thought ya might like a cold beer instead o’ pop fer a change.” I thanked him and invited him to sit with me. He had a nice muscular body, and he looked like he was no stranger to hard work. His biceps were well-defined and bulging and his body was trim and hard. But best of all, he had a nice big bulge in his crotch. Just looking at him made my cock start to grow. “A good looking boy like you must have lots of girlfriends,” I said. “I’ll bet you have dates almost every night.” “Naw, I don’t have much time fer girls. I have ta stay out here mostly and watch the motel. My pa and older brothers work the farm. We don’t get much business, but I have ta stay here jest the same.” “Well, that’s too bad. I guess it gets kind of lonely out here all by yourself. Do you get into town much?” “Yeah, sometimes. When I do get some time off I usually jest hang around with some guys I know. We usually play pinball at the drug store, or go off someplace where we can be alone.” Well, that sounded promising! I decided to push it. “Yeah, I know what you mean. There are times that I like to be alone with some of the guys I know, too. We’ve had some pretty good times together.” He looked at me and smiled, “Jest hangin’ out an’ doin’ guy stuff, that right?” I smiled back at him, “Yeah, you know, just getting to know each other better and having a good time. We usually get pretty close.” He put his hand on my knee and said, “Yeah, my friends and I get close with each other a lot o’ the time. We have a stash o’ porno magazines that we look at a lot. It helps ta pass the time.” I laughed, “Yeah, and I bet you really get off looking at those magazines!” He squeezed my leg, “Yeah, we get off a lot. But its been a couple o’ weeks since we got together. I could use a good time ’bout now. How ’bout you?” I put my hand on his shoulder, “I feel like having a good time myself. Why don’t we go into my room and get comfortable?” The room was dimly lit and was still hot, even though I had all the windows open. There wasn’t much of a breeze. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off. Then I pulled him to me and helped him get his tank top off. I already knew that he had a nice body, but when I Breakdown • 11

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saw it in the flesh, it took my breath away. His hard chest was hairless, but he had a small patch of blond hair around his belly button that disappeared under his cutoffs. His belly was flat and hard. I leaned over and started to lick his big nipples. They were soon quite erect. He moaned with my attention and put his strong arm around my shoulders. Then he reached over and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off of me. He seemed impressed with my hairy chest and belly. I was in pretty good shape myself. He put his arm around me again and we kissed. It started out to be just a light kiss, but it soon turned into something much more passionate. He put both of his strong arms around me and pulled me close to him. His hot body was giving off that wonderful teenage boy smell that turns me on so much. I pulled away from his full lips and licked my way down to his neck. He had a thick muscular neck, and I licked it and kissed him just under his ear. The salty taste of his sweat was driving me wild. He responded by pulling me back up and French kissing me. I put my arms around his hard body and kissed him back. His young body felt so good in my arms that I didn’t want to ever let him go. Then he got up and unfastened my pants and pulled them off of me. I reached over to him and unfastened his cutoffs and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood there in front of me in his Jockey shorts. I ran my hands up his muscular, lightly haired legs and then rubbed my hand on his bulging hot crotch. His bulge started to grow as I massaged his big cock through the straining fabric. Then I leaned over and licked his rapidly hardening cock through his shorts. He moaned again and pushed my face into his crotch. That wonderful boy smell was stronger there, and my heart started to race. I wrapped my lips around his now hard cock and his shorts were wet with my spit. I took hold of the waistband and slowly pulled them down. His hard, thick cock sprang out at me, and I took it in my hand and stroked it. He was uncut and his thick cock curved slightly upward. I reached under his big cock and grabbed his lightly haired balls. I was impressed! It must have been that strong farm stock, because I’ve never met a farm boy that wasn’t well hung. I leaned over and licked a drop of precum from his piss slit. It tasted wonderful – slightly salty and sweet. Then I took his long, thick cock in my mouth and tasted that wonderful, pungent, teenage boy flavor that I love so much. I sucked it like a starving man, and he moaned 12 • Breakdown

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and put his hands on my head. He then started to fuck my face, driving his long, hard cock down my willing throat. I took all he had to offer, which was about six inches. I reached behind him and grabbed his firm round asscheeks in each hand and pulled him close to me until his blond bush was pressed firmly against my face. To his surprise, I stayed down on him for several minutes. “Oh, man!” he said, “That feels wonderful! Yeah, work your throat muscles ’round my dick, man! Oh! That feels sooo good!” Then I pulled back and started to suck his big cock with real zest. I pulled almost all the way off and ran my hot tongue around under his foreskin. That got another moan out of him. I pulled the soft skin back along the hard shaft and started licking his mushroom shaped cockhead. Then he pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my boxer shorts off. He got down between my hairy legs and took my hard cock in his hot mouth. He sucked my cock with youthful enthusiasm, and it felt wonderful. I could tell that he was definitely experienced. Then he licked down the length of my cock to my hairy balls. He took them in his hot mouth, one at a time and sucked them. That brought a groan to my lips, it felt so good. Then he lay down on the bed beside me in the opposite direction and we started to sixty-nine. It was as if we were charged with electricity and a current was running between us. He took my cock in his hot mouth and went all the way down on me while I did the same for him. We spent several minutes deep throating each other’s cock, then I raised his leg up and started to lick his hairless ass. He was still sucking my cock when I ran my hot tongue up his smooth and sweaty asscrack. I kept going until I reached his sweet pucker. I bathed his hot butt hole with my tongue and he moaned with delight. Then I stuck my tongue up his hole and he started to squirm. I kept probing his hot hole and he squirmed even more before he pulled away from me. “Gee, mister,” he said, “I’ve never had a guy lick my butt hole before.” “Didn’t you like it?” I asked. “I sure did! But it kinda took me by surprise, that’s all.” I then got between his muscular legs and said, “Well then, I should do this right. You just lay there and let me work on your hole. I think you’ll like it.” Breakdown • 13

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I pushed his legs over his head and got to work on his hot little hole. First I licked it then I massaged around it with my thumbs. Next I bent over and stuck my tongue up inside it and he started to squirm again. Then, with my tongue in deep, I sucked on his tight hole and he moaned with pleasure. I kept up my sucking and he was beside himself with delight. “Oh, man, I’ve never felt anythin’ like that before! It feels so damn good! Yeah, keep doin’ that. Oooh! That’s great!” Then I pulled back and rubbed his asshole with my finger. I slowly pushed my finger up his tight hole, and when I reached the knuckle, I twisted it around and started to finger fuck him. He reached down and spread his asscheeks apart for me; I could tell that he was really enjoying it. Then I pulled my finger out and replaced it with two fingers. He started to squirm again. By the time I had three fingers up his hot little hole, he was begging me to fuck him. “Oh yeah, man, I want ya ta fuck my ass! Yeah, yer fingers feel real good, but I want yer dick up my ass! Come on, man, fuck me!” I spat on my cock and got it nice and slippery. Then I put the head up against his tight asshole and started to push, but he pushed back with force. Suddenly my cock slid all the way in with one stroke. That surprised me because I didn’t think that this teenage farm boy had been fucked all that much. I guess that this little fucker had more experience than I thought. He saw the expression on my face and laughed. “Yeah, man, I’ve been fucked before. Remember, I have two older brothers an’ a very horny dad, not to mention a horny uncle and two cousins. I get fucked a lot and I really like it! After all, I ain’t no virgin!” That kind of surprised me, I never figured that he would be making it with members of his family. I started to fuck him slow and easy, but he begged me to go faster and harder. His hot little butt hole felt so good that I could deny him nothing. Soon I was fucking his young ass with real force and he was grinding his hot butt around my big cock. He would push his butt up to meet my down strokes, and that made them a lot harder, but he seemed to like it. Now I was really pounding his teenage, farm boy ass and he kept begging me for more. His pleas just fueled my lust, and I renewed my efforts. His tight young ass felt so good around my hard cock. I fucked his ass just as he wanted – fast and hard. Occasionally I would stop to make it last longer, but 14 • Breakdown

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every time I did, he begged me to start again. He was so damn good looking that I gave in to his demands. I guess I fucked this farm boy for a good half hour before I shot load after hot load up his willing hole. Then I lay down on him and kissed him long and hard. He put his strong arms around me and kissed me back just as passionately. When I rolled off of him, he got between my legs and pushed them over my head. “Now it’s my turn,” he said. “Ya fucked me an’ its only right that I get ta fuck ya, too.” He spat on his big cock and pushed it up my butt hole. It felt really good as he slid all the way down until his blond bush was pressed tightly against my hairy ass. Then he started to fuck me fast and furious. His strokes were long and hard, and I found myself grinding my ass in time to his fucking. He had a hard, pile-driver style of fucking and I loved it! Yeah, this young farm boy really knew how to fuck all right! “Oh yeah, boy, really fuck my ass! That’s it, screw me hard, boy! Oh, man, that feels sooo good! Yeah, just like that, fuck me good and hard! Yeah, that’s the way I like it!” He was fucking my ass at full bore, and I was in heaven! He had stamina! He kept fucking my ass for well over thirty minutes. During that time he worked up quite a sweat and so did I. When he finally shot his load up my ass, we were both covered in sweat. I pulled his head down to me and licked the sweat off of his face. It was salty and intoxicating. When he was spent, he rolled off me, and I leaned over to him and started to lick the sweat off of his hard body. It was like salty nectar to me. I raised his arm over his head and licked the sweat out of his armpit. That wonderful teenage boy taste had my head swimming. Then I got on top of him and licked his other armpit. I took my time not wanting this to be over too soon. Then I licked my way down his hard, young body and when I got to his cock, I was surprised to find that it was hard again. I decided not to let a hard teenage cock go to waste, so I started to suck it again. He put his hands behind his head and watched me suck his big dick. He started to grind his hips and moan with pleasure. I deep throated him again, and he loved it. Then I went down to his lightly haired balls and took them into my hot mouth. This got him going, and he started to squirm. I licked my way back to his big cock and took it down my throat. Then I pulled back and sucked his cock Breakdown • 15

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with real enthusiasm. While I was sucking his hard tool, I reached up and tweaked his big, erect nipples. That seemed to turn him on even more, if that was possible. It didn’t take long before he shot his load of hot boycum in my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty and I loved it. I was surprised that he could cum again so quickly and I told him so. He looked down at me and said, “That’s nothin’. I usually cum at least four times a day. If no one is here ta help me, I usually jest jack off. But most o’ the time I have either one o’ my brothers or my dad ta help me get off. It’s the only excitement I get ’round here.” We spent several hours together, and he was right; I got him off two more times that night. I sucked him off once more and he fucked my ass again. He certainly was a horny little fucker! But I was a horny fucker, too, and I fucked his tight young ass again with real pleasure. My auto part came in the next afternoon and I checked out of the motel. I told him that if I could arrange it, I would come back sometime and stay at his motel and maybe we could get together again. He smiled and said, “I look forward ta it. Maybe next time one o’ my brothers could join us.” I said that I would like that, then I got in my car and drove off. As I looked in my rear view mirror I saw him waving at me as I drove away. I stuck my arm out the window and waved back. I think I’ll take my vacation here next year. It might be a sleepy little burg, but it does have its attractions!

That’s a Switch by Peter I thought I had snuck into the locker room while it was deserted. Boy, was I wrong. There I was with my nose stuffed into the pitcher’s pungent jockstrap when who should show up but the fucking pitcher himself! “Hey! What are you doing?” he accused me, grabbing me from behind while stuffing the smelly, sweat-stained supporter deep into my mouth. I nearly gagged. His other hand groped me hard, grabbing my stiff dick and my aching balls in his strong pitching hand and clutching them as if they were baseballs. I nearly wet my pants thinking my father (the team’s trainer) might find out and give me hell and a spanking. (You should see my sore ass when he does.) But with the pitcher’s hand over my mouth, I found myself biting down on every thread of his jock pouch and nearly 16 • That’s a Switch

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sucked all the juices right out of it. His crotch smell went straight up my nose. I practically passed out from all the powerful stuff in it. I even think I just about choked on his stray pubic hairs stuck inside. It was as if he had pissed and cum in it and still wore the damn thing. I nearly came. Then he began to laugh and grin as he slapped my ass hard through my pants. I couldn’t escape him. He was too strong. “And if you like that,” he said evilly, “then you’ll love this,” and he thrust my face up into his t-shirt sleeves and rubbed my face in his hairy armpits. More stink! (I could cream!) His pit hairs ran all over my face, getting up my nose and brushing all over my mouth. (I was ecstatic.) “What did you think?” he continued. “That I didn’t notice you eyeing my crotch every day, boy. You love this crotch, don’t you?” he teased me with a sly sneer. Man, was he handsome. “You want to get down on your knees and suck my cock, don’t you, you cute little cocksucker.” He stuffed his hand down the front of my jeans and groped my cock and balls. He started jerking me off – with his pitching hand! This muscular brute was playing with my big dick and loving it, wasn’t he? I bet this wasn’t the first time he’d massaged a kid’s dick. Suddenly he pulled my head back roughly, unstuffed my mouth and replaced his dirty jockstrap with his lips. Our pitcher, Guy Pritchard, was now kissing me! His tongue was all over the place; he was more loving than my dog, and you should see the tongue on him! But this was a man, and he was kissing me all adult-like, and wouldn’t stop. By now his other hand had found its way down the back of my pants and grabbed my asscheeks . We’re talking really strong and handsome hands. He’s got a fastball that will knock you out. It was then I realized I was all alone with the pitcher, a man nearly twice my age, and an icon, making out in the middle of his locker room. All of a sudden every spare jockstrap smell seemed to climb up my nose. Pritchard had wrapped me up in his arms, sat me in his lap, and from half the open lockers in reach had snatched every single jockstrap he could get his hands on. If he wasn’t stuffing one after the other in my mouth, he was dangling them over my face and nose and announcing, “This is Scotty’s, and this is Jake’s. Doesn’t he smell raw? You should sniff his ass.” He was teasing me, but it was for real! I couldn’t believe it. What a fucking hot pervert. That’s a Switch • 17

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“Here let me smell your crotch,” he insisted as he stood me up and yanked my jeans down my thighs. Then he thrust his nose between my legs. He licked me. Guy Pritchard licked my stick. I will never be able to watch him throw a pitch again and look at him in the same way. “Boy meat,” he panted and started seriously chewing on my foreskin. 18 • That’s a Switch

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He nibbled and pulled and played with the damn thing as if he was a little boy. Now he was the cocksucker! That’s a switch. You should have seen his eyes light up as he stared at the length and breadth of my rod. No matter how big he was, I bet I had him beat in the meat department. I’ve got a whopper, and he ate it up. His tongue was so tender, licking and lapping as if it was ice cream – or a popsicle. Then he sucked up my balls, first one then the other, then both. “You’re going to do this for me,” he told me. “I love having my balls sucked.” Oh, how fucking delicious. I began to worry someone might pop in on us. I was scared we would be discovered, but he was clearly excited by it. I could see the outline of his big dick running down the length of his uniform. How had I let myself get caught by him? Damn good thing that I did, though, for after he had slurped up one side and down the other, he stood up and let me slowly pull down his uniform pants. He looked down at me sternly with his hands on his hips, but encouraged me, his crotch thrust forward. Every inch of him made me sweat. To see his flesh, first a little, then a lot, had me just about shooting my load. I almost sprayed across the floor. (It would have added to all the nasty smells). He was well built and very well hung. Bang! His rod came flying out of his pants and pointed straight up at the ceiling. He could have shot and hit the rafters. His rod was mighty long and mighty thick with just the right amount of flesh and curves and veins to make it the tastiest looking thing since seeing my own fucking hot dad with a boner. Now that is tasty. I just had to try this one for myself. Guy naturally helped it go down easy. All the way down. All the way down my throat till it was practically in my stomach. The greatest hot dog at the ballpark is always the pitcher’s, I guarantee you. And to top it off I wanted cum – his cum – which I needed so badly I could taste it. He had started juicing with so much precum I can still feel it in my throat. I can even smell it. Just like his jockstrap, nice and ripe, rich and smelly. Man, I love a sweaty jock. And he loved having every inch of his cock lapped up by me. Mmm, the pitcher’s cock. Wouldn’t mind sucking on the catcher, the third baseman and the short stop, too. They’re all hot. I bet some drunken night it wouldn’t be too hard to get them gang bang me. I’d open up my tight, tempting ass for them anytime. That’s a Switch • 19

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“Before I fuck your ass, I’m going to eat it,” he boldly told me. He helped me up onto the massage table, where he stripped me bare and had me climb on top of him in a 69 position. I arched my back and looked down at him, lost and happy, his tongue up my ass. He kept moaning as he plunged his face into my bubble butt and absolutely dove between my cheeks. He still had his cap on and his t-shirt, too, even though I had hiked it up above his nipples and was pinching the hell out of them, my cock running up and down over his tight abs. I was wanking him off while rolling his cum-filled balls around with my fingers before I started to finger his hot, juicy, manly asshole. Oh, how quickly he opened up for me! Was he secretly riding on his teammates’ cocks every chance he got? I knew they loved him for his pitching, and with my fingers up his ass, believe me, I loved him too. Just to keep him happy, I licked his hole like he was licking mine. I started squirming because his tongue felt so good, and he started moaning because mine made him wildly hot. His tight ass ring was a sensitive, tender thing, and he could hardly wrestle me out from under him because it tasted fucking so good. But he so obviously had a need to screw me, so he eventually got me on my hands and knees. Watching him line up his bat had my balls quivering. I was so scared I nearly pissed. He had a huge thing, and it was so stiff. There was no way I was escaping that rod. Lube from his locker and a lot of shoving finally lodged his stiff prick deep inside me. My assring immediately shut tight around his prong and he howled. Then, instantly, he shoved another thick inch into me, then another and another, every inch feeling the squeeze from my chute. I almost brought him off just by opening my hole. I may have only been one fuck from a virgin (thanks, Dad) but I was still plenty tight (at least for the first ten minutes). “Oh, you fucker. I’ll teach you for breaking into my locker,” he said and he screwed me even harder. I didn’t have the nerve to say he’d left his locker door wide open, for he was already busting me to the max. I began spouting the kinds of things only sluts do, “FUCK!” – and worse! His thick prick up my ass was knocking me out of the park, or at least halfway across the floor. The massage table nearly collapsed. Man, could he pitch! The sensations running up and down his prick must have been unbearable because he looked just about to lose it every second. 20 • That’s a Switch

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Finally, when it was all too good, when I thought I’d live on the end of his dick forever, I began to feel it. “Oh man, I’m going to cum,” I said quietly. I was bouncing off of him for the thousandth time and finally started to blow. “It’s about time,” he replied as he pounded away at me. “I’ve been fucking you for more than an hour, and was just about to ask you to stick it up my ass.” That did it. I went off instantly. My wad shot all over the place. All over his pitching hand (which was jerking me like nuts) and all over the table. Then he rubbed my load all over my stomach before his huge cock grew and he pitched a series of the hottest, thickest jizz balls the world has ever seen up my tight, sore, battered ass. He must have felt he’d just won the fucking World Series – and I do mean “fucking”. As a layer of sweat covered his body and we recovered, he demanded, “The next time we do this you’ve got to fuck me.” That coming from a pitcher. That’s a switch!

New Connection by Rick Horsmann I was dreaming that I was fucking my ex-wife. I knew that I was dreaming for several reasons: in my dream, my ex-wife’s cunt was tight and hot, not fucked out and sloppy; and my ex was telling me how good it felt to get fucked by my huge cock, something that she hadn’t done in years. Additionally, she was working my nipples with her long, slender fingers. I’d always been turned on by having my nips worked, but most of the time, my ex would refuse to do it as a way of punishing me for whatever she perceived as my most recent “bad behavior”. In my dream she was pinching and twisting my nips, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh and taking me closer and closer to blowing my load up her welcoming pussy. I woke up as I neared orgasm to find my son’s mouth fastened to my stiff dick and his hands massaging and pulling at my nips. Randy had moved back in with me a week earlier. My ex had called to tell me that she was getting remarried, and since she knew I’d stop paying alimony, she was relinquishing custody of our son. I’d always been close to the boy and our separation had been painful. So of course, I’d agreed to take him in, welcoming the chance to reconnect with the boy. New Connection • 21

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But I hadn’t expected to wake up in the middle of the night with his mouth hotly nursing on my stiff meat. I grasped my son’s head in my hands and gently pulled him off my throbbing cock. “Son, what the fuck are you doing?” I whispered. “Mom said you’d love me again if I sucked your dick and played with your nipples,” he replied. “I’ve always loved you, son,” I reassured him. “But where’d you learn to suck dick? You’re much better at it than your mom ever was!” Randy smiled at my compliment. “One of Mom’s boyfriends taught me,” he explained. “He said I was a natural born cocksucker and that my mouth felt better than Mom’s pussy. After I’d gotten good at it, Mom would let me suck her johns’ dicks to get them hard before they fucked her. She’d charge extra for that!” Before I could respond to his revelations, my son lowered his head to my groin and sucked up my stiff meat again, working the hot flesh with his lips, mouth, teeth and tongue, and digging his hails into my erect nipples. My son’s talented attention to my body made me buck my hips off the bed as my cream exploded down his throat and into his cum-hungry belly. I held his head tightly, and he willingly swallowed as I shot load after load into his mouth. When I couldn’t stand having my sensitive cock in his mouth any longer, I pulled his head from my groin up to my face and locked my lips on his, tasting my own musky spunk mixed with my son’s sweet spit. Once we’d calmed down a bit, I reached between Randy’s legs to find his cock hard and ready for more action. I was pleased to discover that my son had inherited my family’s genes for thick, long meat. The boy’s cock was almost as long as mine and I couldn’t get my fingers completely around the hot, meaty shaft. “Did anyone ever blow you back, son?” I whispered as I stroked his stiff rod. “One kid, a couple of times in school, in the gym showers,” he responded, “but he kept gagging and scraping me with his teeth. One of Mom’s boyfriends gave me a great blow job once, but she told him that if he ever did that again, she’d throw him out, so he stopped. They broke up later, anyway.” “Let me suck your cock, son,” I replied. “You’ve made me feel fucking great! Now let me do the same for you.” Randy grinned at my suggestion, but shook his head back and forth. “No, Dad. What I really want is your dick up my ass! I’ve never been 22 • New Connection

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fucked and I’ve been fantasizing about taking your cock since I first began getting boners. I used to sneak into Mom’s bedroom and work her dildos up my ass, but I’ve never had a real cock in there. Fuck me, Daddy! Please!” I moved my hand from my son’s dick to the crack of his smooth, young butt and slipped and exploratory finger between his cheeks to probe the warm, moist bud of his rectum. Randy pushed back against my finger, and it popped easily past his sphincter and into his hot gut. Recognizing the look of lust that graced Randy’s handsome face, I pressed a second and third finger into his hole and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure as my son rubbed his cock against mine and fucked himself on my probing hand. Sliding my fingers from my son’s ass, I dipped them into the open jar of lube that I kept by my bed and then pushed them back into his hole, coating his hungry boycunt with grease. Randy dipped his hand into the same jar and grabbed my dick, lubing it up in preparation for its invasion of his gut. I pulled my fingers from Randy’s pussy, and my son held my greased cock still as he backed onto it, taking the head, then half the shaft and finally the entire mass of stiff meat in three long, slow thrusts. Randy reared up to sit fully on my rod as I lay on my back. In the dim light coming through the bedroom window from the street lamp, I looked up at his beautiful body and stiff, dripping cock. I lay still as my son ground his butt against my crotch, working my dick back and forth and in and out of his asshole. Still intent on sucking the cum from my son’s nuts, I grasped his dick and bent it toward my face, lifting my head to wrap my lips around the drooling head. Randy gasped, and placing his hands on my chest to steady himself, my son slowed his movements to allow me to fuck his ass and suck hs dick simultaneously. I slowly raised my hips off the mattress, moving my son’s crotch closer to my face, enabling me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth while keeping my dick in his hot ass. I finally managed to take at least two thirds of my son’s cock down my throat. I continued to suck my son’s cock and reached up to grasp his small, erect nipples. Randy made love to my cock with his teenaged boypussy while fucking my mouth, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned in pleasure. I twisted my son’s nipples between my fingertips and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, musky sperm. New Connection • 23

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Randy delivered a second, then a third and fourth load of cream onto my tongue, and I swallowed greedily, loving the sweet taste of my son’s potent ball juice. I released Randy’s spent cock to gasp for air, and taking advantage of my temporary vulnerability, the boy stuck two fingers into my open mouth, coating them with his cum and my spit. Keeping my cock planted deeply in his hole, my son reached back between my spread thighs and pushed his slimy fingers into my gut. Before I could ask where he learned that particular trick, he shoved his cum-slicked digits harder into my hole, poking the end of my prostate with his fingertips. I arched my back in response, and my cum erupted from my cock to flood my son’s boycunt with the brothers of the very same sperm that he’d swallowed just minutes earlier. I’m usually good for only one orgasm a night, but thanks to Randy’s efforts, I was cumming a second time. And unbelievably, my second load seemed even large than the first. My son leaned forward, and as my softening cock slid out of his cum-filled hole, he fastened his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to taste the lingering remnants of his own juice. I was pleased to discover that my son had inherited my fondness for the taste of cum along with my cock size and sensitive nipples. We kissed deeply for several minutes before Randy pulled his mouth from mine. “Thank you for fucking me, Daddy!” he murmured. “Mom said that after you’d fuck her, you liked to felch her. But she wouldn’t tell me what that meant. How about it, Dad? Do you want to felch me? Will it feel as good as getting fucked?” My wife had taught our teenager some strange shit, but she’d taught it well, and I figured it’d be a shame to let his education got to waste. “Turn around and sit your butt on my face, son,” I replied, “and I’ll show you what felching’s all about. I’ll let you decide if it’s as good as getting fucked.” Randy looked puzzled, but he did as I asked, pivoting over my body to face my feet and lowering his pretty ass toward my mouth. As my son’s cheeks spread, my cum began to leak from his stretched hole, and I raised my head to fasten my lips on to his pucker. The boy let out a yelp of surprise as my tongue pushed past his sphincter to lap at my own spent cream.

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Overcoming his initial surprise, Randy began to grind his ass against my mouth and stubbled jaw, pushing my sperm from his fucked-out rectum into my grateful mouth. I could feel my cock begin to harden for the third time that evening, and reaching for my son’s dick, I discovered that it was still engorged with blood. I continued to lap at my son’s cunt while stroking his stiff boy’s meat. As he moaned and whimpered in renewed lust, I thought about how good it was to really reconnect with my son in ways I’d never expected.

Breaking in Kevin by Alex Barton The sound of his uncle’s voice in the next-door bedroom woke Kevin from a dreamless sleep. It was still nighttime, and he turned over on his back, instinctively reaching between his legs to stroke himself. His cockhead was syrupy-wet from listening to his uncle and his uncle’s new boyfriend Danny earlier in the night, and Kevin wondered if Uncle Jeff had roused Danny early so he could bugger him again, something he had spent more than an hour doing after they went to bed. Listening to Danny’s moans of pleasure and cries of encouragement for Jeff to flood his bowels with cum had made Kevin climax so many times he was exhausted when he finally fell asleep. This time there were no sounds of lovemaking, but Kevin was too aroused to fall asleep immediately. His prick felt lovely. The little slit oozed with his sexjuice; the head was so sensitive it made his belly flutter and his toes tingle. His smooth balls felt warm and heavy, still full despite his frequent climaxes. Kevin loved to fondle his balls while he masturbated, and he did so now, his mind filling with the memory of what had happened the previous day. He had gone with his parents to a family wedding at one of those big country houses that was now a hotel. It had been very boring to have to wear a shirt and tie, but he liked it when his Mom said how handsome he looked. “A catch for any girl,” she said as she flicked his hair back with a comb. “Yes, Mom,” Kevin said, smiling at her, wondering how she’d react when she eventually found out he was not sexually attracted to girls, but to men – handsome older men like his Uncle Jeff. It was Jeff who first sensed Kevin’s natural inclination and reacted to it by seducing the boy one night when his brother and sister-inBreaking in Kevin • 25

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law had asked him to look after Kevin while they went out to dinner. Within moments of their dropping the boy off at his apartment, Jeff had taken Kevin by the hand and led him to the bedroom, stripped his nephew naked and shown him how nice it felt to be masturbated by another man, then have his cock sucked for the first time until he cried out with delight and emptied his balls into his uncle’s sucking mouth. As soon as his orgasm had ebbed, Kevin was only too eager 26 • Breaking in Kevin

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to give his uncle the same pleasure, manfully swallowing the huge load of cum generated by Jeff’s intense arousal. Aware their time together was limited, Jeff ended their session by turning Kevin face down and licking the boy’s anus, bringing him to an even more intense climax by working the head of his cock just inside the tight grip of his nephew’s anal sphincter. Holding back from sinking the full length of his cock into Kevin’s receptive asshole, Jeff kissed and licked his nephew’s neck as he spurted his spunk into Kevin’s rectum, promising the boy he would bugger him properly at the first available opportunity. If Kevin had his way, the weekend of the wedding would be that opportunity. “Kevin, you look very handsome,” Uncle Jeff had said when he arrived. Kevin beamed with pleasure as they stood together in the men’s restroom, Jeff leaving the door of the cubicle open so they could go on talking. Kevin felt a little shudder of excitement as he watched his uncle unzip his fly, pull out his long, thick cock and pee. Jeff pulled the chain and zipped himself up and then beckoned to Kevin who walked over to him. “It’s lovely to see you,” Jeff whispered, putting his arms round the boy, drawing him close and kissing him on the mouth with an intensity that left Kevin breathless with desire. When Jeff broke the kiss he said, “Is it all right if I ask your dad if you can spend the rest of the weekend with Danny and I?” “Oh god, yes please,” Kevin said excitedly. “All right,” Jeff said, smiling at him. “Now come on, we have a wedding to attend. And you and I can play ‘sticky fingers’.” “What’s that?” Kevin’s uncle grinned. “You’ll see,” he said. At the end of the service, all the guests moved to the banqueting room where champagne and food had been laid out and long tables had been set up with people’s names saying where they were supposed to sit. Kevin was relieved to see he wasn’t sitting next to his cousin Amanda, who was the same age as him, but could be a real pain. Kevin helped himself to food and sat down. His uncle sat down next to him and chatted to the people around him, occasionally smiling at Kevin who tried not to show his surprise when he suddenly felt a hand sliding slowly up the inside of his thigh. He knew immediately it was his uncle, who continued chatting and eating as his fingers found the fly of his nephew’s pants. Sliding the zipper down, Jeff reached in and freed Kevin’s stiff prick, his fingers closing round the shaft so Breaking in Kevin • 27

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he could stroke the taut skin back and forth over the swollen head. Kevin did his best not to show how much he was enjoying what his uncle was doing, especially since his parents were sitting only a few seats away and had no idea what was happening. Each stroke of his uncle’s caressing hand brought Kevin closer to orgasm. He had to struggle to avoid crying out when he felt the lovely gushy feeling in his balls, which his uncle made even nicer by closing his fingers round the head of Kevin’s cock, trapping the spurting spunk. When the boy’s climax ebbed, Jeff milked Kevin’s prick into his palm and then used his napkin to hide the fact that he was licking up the slippery sexjuice. When he finished he leaned close to his nephew and whispered, “Mmm, sticky fingers … Deeelicious,” which made Kevin giggle. As soon as the meal finished, the speeches started, and Kevin watched as Danny excused himself to go to the men’s room. Satisfied from his orgasm, Kevin still felt curious to find out how well hung Danny was and decided to follow the handsome young man. Finding out whether his uncle’s new boyfriend could resist the charms of a determined young boy had to be more interesting than listening to the best man’s really bad jokes. §

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Kevin decided to try a little artifice to catch Danny off guard. He opened the door of the men’s room and shouted, “No! Leave me alone!” and slammed the door behind him. Danny was standing at one of the urinals and cried out in surprise, “Kevin – what the hell –?” “I’m sorry, Danny, but my cousin Amanda was being really horrible to me and saying she wouldn’t dance with me because I like boys more than girls.” Kevin paused and his eyes met Danny’s. “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with my liking boys more than girls, do you Danny?” “Err – no, of course not,” Danny said, seemingly unaware he was standing with the length of his cock fully exposed. “That’s nice, because I think you’re really handsome,” Kevin said, looking down. “Thank you, Kevin; I’m flattered,” Danny said and smiled. “You can kiss me if you want,” Kevin whispered. “Uncle Jeff kissed me when he arrived. A lovely wet kiss with lots of tongue. He tasted 28 • Breaking in Kevin

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really nice, but what I really wanted to do,” and Kevin paused, making sure Danny’s eyes were staring directly into his, “was take his big prick in my mouth and suck it until lots of salty sperm gushed from the tip and down my throat.” The boy reached down and closed his fingers round the shaft of Danny’s massively erect cock. Danny gulped in surprise and delight. “I don’t suppose you’d like me to do that to you, would you?” Kevin said, standing back from him and gently sliding his fingers up and down the stiffening shaft in his hand to milk a drop of pearly white precum from the swollen tip. For a moment Danny stood breathing hard. Then he moved across to a cubicle, and Kevin, his hand still clasped round the shaft of Danny’s erect cock, followed. Closing and locking the door, Danny smiled as he faced Kevin. “You’re not shy when it comes to sex, are you, Kevin?” he said. “Wanting to suck your uncle’s cock and standing there masturbating me.” Kevin didn’t answer but lifted his face to be kissed. Danny responded by gently brushing his lips across the boy’s mouth, but then moved just out of reach, taking Kevin by surprise. Quickly and deftly Danny unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. Then he turned his back to Kevin, braced himself with one hand against the back wall, took his cock in the other, and said over his shoulder, “Lick me, Kevin. Push your tongue into my bottom while I make myself cum.” Kevin, intensely aroused and eager to please, immediately did as he was told, reaching his hands out to pull open the tautly muscled cheeks of Danny’s bottom, making him groan in delight. Kevin inhaled the warm, masculine scent of Danny’s anus and pushed his face into the furrow, his tongue seeking the puckered opening, wetting it with saliva so he could push the tip past the tight muscle and into the hole, savoring the rich smell and taste of Danny’s rectum. While he licked Danny’s asshole, Kevin unzipped the fly of his pants and freed his cock. He closed his fingers round the juicy head, using oily precum to stroke himself as he pushed his tongue repeatedly into Danny’s asshole, wanting to share his pleasure, hoping he would spurt a huge load against the wall. And then, just as Kevin felt the delicious tingles of his climax start deep in his balls, Danny turned and brought his prick to Kevin’s Breaking in Kevin • 29

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open mouth, pushing the bulging glans between the boy’s lips as gush after gush of hot sperm poured from the head and against the back of Kevin’s throat. Some of the slippery liquid escaped the boy’s mouth and dripped from his chin onto the floor before he had time to swallow. It was nearly a minute before the flow of Danny’s semen finally ebbed and the last pulse of his cum oozed from the head of his cock to pool in Kevin’s stomach. Breathing hard, his fingers shaking, his face flushed, Danny withdrew his penis from Kevin’s mouth and then bent and kissed the boy to share the taste of his salty cum. “Tomorrow morning,” he said in a soft voice, “when you’re in bed with Uncle Jeff and me, he’s going to turn you onto your tummy and open the cheeks of your bottom so he can push his prick into your asshole and make you scream with pleasure as you feel his cum flooding your bowels, just like he does to me. Would you like that?” Kevin smiled the smile of a boy who shares a special secret with an adult and nodded. “Yes, please, Danny,” he said. “That would be lovely ….” §

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his fingers. Then, sitting back down, he licked his tongue into Kevin’s ear and down the creamy white skin of the boy’s neck, sinking his teeth gently into the silky flesh as a signal to Kevin to open his legs. The touch of Jeff’s fingers on Kevin’s balls and against his sensitive asshole made him squirm with pleasure, a pleasure made even more intense when his uncle slid two fingers, slick with lubricant, into his bottom, coating the anal sphincter and the hot, tight walls of the boy’s rectum with the slippery substance. The gentle insistence with which Jeff dug slightly deeper every time, opening his nephew up, made the young boy moan softly with delight, flexing his hips to grind his hard prick against Danny’s flat, hard stomach. Moments later, Jeff withdrew his fingers from his nephew’s rectum and his eyes met Kevin’s as he covered his own prick with the thick lube. “Try and relax, Kevin,” he whispered. “It might hurt for a moment or two.” Squatting above Kevin, semen dripping from the tip of his long, thick, hard penis, Jeff held himself steady with his hands on either side of his nephew’s upturned buttocks and slowly lowered his hips. The swollen head of his cock pressed against the boy’s tight anal sphincter, forcing it to open. Kevin let out a little whimper and closed his eyes as the pressure of the slickly lubed glans stretched the muscle. Danny reached a hand up to stroke the boy’s cheek, soothing him. And then Kevin’s groans of discomfort turned into soft moans of delight. His body shuddered in pleasure on top of Danny’s as the slick shaft of Jeff’s cock slid slowly into his rectum, his eyes opening wide in surprise as he felt the head push deep into his body. The sensation of having his bottom totally filled with hot, hard cock was amazing. It filled him with joy as he began to flex his hips, sliding his asshole back onto his uncle’s buggering cock, grinding the soft cheeks of his bottom against his uncle’s groin and smooth-shaven pendant balls. Danny’s warm lips sought Kevin’s once more, both of them absorbing the strong thrusts of Jeff’s cock as he sodomized the beautiful boy lying beneath him. Danny opened his legs wide and wrapped them round Kevin’s thighs, locking him into place so he could rub the erect length of his cock against the boy’s spunk-slick penis. Kevin guessed Danny’s orgasm was getting close. His pleasure was heightened by the look of ecstasy on Kevin’s face as his uncle repeatedly sank every last inch of his cock into the clasping heat of the young boy’s rectal sheath. Breaking in Kevin • 31

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Kevin’s senses filled with the smell of semen and the liquid sounds of buggery as time after time his uncle thrust his prick into his hot, tight back passage. And then it happened. Kevin shuddered and whimpered with delight, unable to hold back as spurts of creamy spunk shot from the tip of his prick onto Danny’s stomach. Danny thrust upward, releasing his own stream of his sexjuice. Jeff ground his hips against his nephew’s bottom, and Kevin felt a gush of hot warmth surge through his uncle’s prick as he poured out the contents of his balls deep into the boy’s bowels. Drenched in sweat, sated for the time being, his uncle’s prick still throbbing in Kevin’s wide-stretched rectum, the boy felt a rush of love for the man who had just buggered him. He was pleased and proud his handsome uncle had introduced him to the pleasures of sex and been the first to fuck him in the ass. Without a doubt it was an experience Kevin would be only too happy to repeat with Danny. He knew both men would ensure he fully experienced the delicious ecstasy that anal sex had to offer.

Gramps Loves My Butt by Billy Lang I could tell right off that Gramps was up to something. I was sitting in his living room reading a magazine, and each time he passed through, he’d give me one of his funny-dirty looks, but he wouldn’t say anything. I could hear him in the back hall going up the stairs to the attic. I didn’t know what he had up there, but when I arrived for a visit yesterday, he made a big point of telling me that the attic was off limits until I heard otherwise. I always visited Gramps in the country for a week in the spring. I used to hate it and think it was really boring, but then he started showing me all the different kinds of things two guys could do out in the country to keep themselves entertained. He started off by showing me how to suck cock, but we quickly moved on to butt fucking. It didn’t take Gramps long at all to fall in love with my butt. Even when we weren’t doing sex stuff, he was always patting it and fondling it. When I arrived yesterday, he immediately took me into his bedroom, pulled down my pants and had his big, old dick up inside me in no time. Gramps may have been getting up there in years, but his cock got every bit as hard as mine did. After he had unloaded up my hole 32 • Gramps Loves My Butt

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and jerked a couple of loads of spunk out of me, he said, “Billy, my boy, your old grandpa has a big surprise for you this visit.” Something told me it had to do with my butt. “What is it?” I asked. He smeared the remnants of my load on my chest, and with a twinkle in his eye, replied, “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” So now I was waiting patiently as Gramps moved back and forth, obviously getting his surprise ready. The anticipation was making my dick bone up. I was on the verge of whipping it out and stroking a wad out of my balls, when Gramps finally came back into the living room and asked me if I was ready for my surprise. When I stood up, the front of my pants tented out from my boner. “I can see just how ready you are!” Gramps said as he motioned for me to come over to him. Gramps stripped my clothes off of me, then took his own off. I was standing naked in front of him, but he kept his old, stained jockstrap on. “Close your eyes, Billy,” he said, and when I had them shut tight, he grabbed my hard cock like a handle and led me through the house and up the stairs into the attic. “OK, you can open your eyes now,” Gramps said. When I did, I saw that he had turned the attic into a sex playroom. He had covered one whole wall with mirrors, and one of the other walls was covered in shelves that held all sorts of dildos and plugs. Hanging in the middle of the room, suspended from the ceiling was a contraption made out of chains and what looked like leather belts. “Wow …” I said as I walked up to it and touched it. “What’s this for, Gramps?” “That’s a sling, Billy,” he told me. “You’re gonna lie down in that to give me total access to your hot little butt.” Up till then, we had only ever fucked in Gramps’ bed, so I found this new surprise very exciting. Gramps helped me up into the sling, lifted my legs and secured them to the chains that suspended it from the ceiling. My asshole felt completely open and vulnerable. I was able to look across at the mirrored wall and see my pink pucker twitching in anticipation. Gramps pulled a stool over in front of me and sat down on it. It was the perfect height, placing his face right in front of my hole. He leaned forward, and I felt his warm, wet tongue flicker across my butt. Gramps Loves My Butt • 33

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I moaned and a slivery strand of precum escaped from the tip of my cock as I wiggled my ass, trying to get it closer to Gramps’ mouth. He chuckled and said, “Hold on there, Billy. We’ve got a long way to go yet!” I soon found out that he was right. After eating my asshole a little bit to loosen me up, Gramps moved to the wall of dildos and selected one that was just a little bit smaller than his own cock. He greased it up and placed it against my hole. Looking straight into my eyes, he pushed on it and it slid in with ease. I gave a little shiver, causing the chains of the sling to make a soft tinkling sound. “Good boy,” Gramps said. “You took that without any trouble at all. You wanna try for something bigger?” I nodded my head enthusiastically, and Gramps went back to the dildo wall and selected one that was a little shorter than his dick, but quiet a bit fatter. I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but I was eager to try. Gramps lubed it up and held the greasy head against me. As he pushed, I felt my hole opening up to accept the girth of the big rubber cock. He pulled back on it a little bit, then pushed it forward a little more. In no time, I was stuffed completely full. “Look at that,” Gramps said softly. He looked up at me and said, “Wanna see what a big boy you are, Billy?” I nodded, and stilll holding the dildo in me, he moved to the side so I could see my ass in the mirror again. My hole was stretched wide around the rubber cock and my dick was standing up straight from my body, leaking its prejuice all over my belly. “Oh fuck, Gramps! That’s so hot! Fuck me with it. Please!” I begged. “Fuck my hole!” Gramps began moving the rubber dick in and out of my stretched out hole. Just watching it in the mirror was enough to get me off. I shot a plume of cum up into the air and felt the hot splatter as it fell back down on my chest and stomach. Gramps lapped some of it up, then pulling the dildo out of me, he used his tongue to shove my own spunk up my butt while he jerked a big load out of his own fat cock. We had only been at it about fifteen minutes, and we’d already both blown our loads. I loved Gramps’ surprise, and I hoped we spent the rest of my visit up in the attic!

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Proud Scottish Cream “Be proud of your heritage, Derek,” Grandpa always used to say. “But it’s a skirt, Grandpa,” I’d complain. All my complaining never came to much. When it was time for the town’s annual parade, all of us Irvine boys had to put on our kilts and parade with the Scottish contingent down Main Street. Grandpa was a stickler for doing it right. No way was he going to let us go out wearing any underpants under our kilts. “It’s not manly,” he’d say. “It’s not the way it’s done.” So in the morning before we headed down to the parade, we Irvine boys had to file into Grandpa’s garage for inspection. If any of us were caught wearing undies, not only were they promptly removed and confiscated, we also got a smarting smack on our butt! Just to show he was fair, Grandpa allowed us to inspect him as well. Year after year it was the same. Grandpa proudly showed us his hairy ass when he lifted his kilt. And he was just as proud with the ample Scottish sperm pump which dangled between his legs. Looking back, I realized that those annual inspections were just a ploy to check on how his grandsons were developing. When I thought about them, I couldn’t help but laugh at the horny old goat. That was then. This is now. Years had gone by since those parade years, and Grandpa and our kilt days were just fond memories. I left for college after high school, got a job with a good company and worked my way up the corporate ladder. Work took me far from home. I spent several years in our LA office. Then it was on to New York, Toronto and then London. I was so busy I didn’t have time to think about Grandpa and my early years. My mind was too busy dealing with work and finding outlets for the unquenchable desires which burned inside my loins. During my school boy days, us Irvine boys and pals were always having glorious circle jerks, and I never had an urge to date girls. Once I was on my own, I thought I’d start dating, but I kept running into other men who were keen on taking care of my lust. Nothing satisfied me more than seeing my rich seed drench another man’s orifices. I loved the way my sperm smelled as it poured out of my glans. I loved the way it felt in my fingertips. The way it stuck to everything. The way it tasted. While I was in London I got to travel to Scotland a number of times. Going to the places Grandpa told me about made me appreciate my 36 • Proud Scottish Cream

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heritage. I started understanding why he always said to be proud of our heritage. Things were going pretty good when out of the blue I received a phone call from home. Grandpa had died. I flew home the next day. I couldn’t help crying when the plane landed. Dad met me and gave me a comforting hug. We drove home in silence. Neither of us knew what to say. The next day I went over to Grandpa’s house. Mom and Aunt Mary were there cleaning and sorting through things. I walked through the house feeling numb. There were so many happy memories. It was hard to grasp that Grandpa was truly gone. I had even planned on showing up for this summer’s parade in a kilt I’d bought in Scotland. I was hoping Grandpa would insist on an inspection! I was reminiscing and shedding a few tears when Mom brought me a large box. “Here,” she said as she handed me the box. “Grandpa wanted you to have these.” When I opened the box, there were Grandpa’s kilts. I was dumbfounded. “Me?” I stammered. “Are you sure?” Mom just nodded with a calm smile. “That’s what your Grandpa said. He told us these were for Derek. I guess he knew you loved wearing your kilts more than anyone.” I took the box and went up to Grandpa’s bedroom to go through the box. There were three kilts in the box. I remember Grandpa wearing each kilt at different times. There was the especially fine one he only wore on special occasions. It was the one he wore each summer for the town parade. I had to laugh because when I held it up, I could see his hairy ass flashing underneath as we boys inspected him. Now that I was a rather virile man, I realized just how proud Grandpa was of his family jewels. No wonder he let us inspect him. It had been quite a few years since he’d been able to inspect me. I know that he would have been very proud to see how much of his manly traits I had inherited. The second kilt was one he’d inherited from his own dad. And the third kilt was one he wore casually. As a boy I remember seeing him coming home from a walk in the park wearing that kilt. Grandpa often took long walks in the park, and it wasn’t until that moment that I began to wonder why he often wore that kilt for his park walks. Proud Scottish Cream • 37

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And in the bottom of the box I found two pair of small underwear Grandpa had confiscated when I was a boy. I burst out laughing. “We’re going back to the house for lunch,” my mother called out. “Do you want to come?” “No, I’ll stay here for a bit,” I said. “See you later.” I watched Mom and Aunt Mary walk away. Then I went inside and tried on all three kilts. Of course I removed my underwear before putting them on. It felt so free to wear something that didn’t restrict my privates. After trying all three kilts, I settled on the one Granpa wore to the park. I put the kilts and my trousers and boxers into the box and closed it well. Then I went for a walk. It was my first time as a randy adult visiting the park Grandpa frequented. Away from the large grassy fields were acres of thick forest and brush. I got a rise when I saw narrow trails leading into the brush. They were trails I’d discovered in parks frequented by men in every city I’d visited. I couldn’t help but wonder if these trails were the reason Grandpa enjoyed his walks. Deep in the brush I saw shadowy figures of men on the prowel. My Scottish inheritance quickly filled with hot blood and began lifting my kilt. I knew I was in the right spot when I spotted a boy giving a man blow job. The boy was on his knees, his pants pulled down so he could play with himself. “Look over there,” the man said when he saw me. The boy turned and looked my way. He let out a grin as he wiped his mouth. “You wearing anything under those, Scotty?” he asked. “Take a look, kid,” I said with a firm voice. The boy crawled over to me and looked up my kilt. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Can I have some of that?” I pulled the front of my kilt up and let my engorged rod fly up. “Think you can handle it, kid?” I said. “Those nuts are full. I’d hate to see you drown.” The boy just grinned at me. He leaned forward and planted his hungry lips on the head of my throbbing bone. “Like that?” I said. “Think you can get that fat head down your throat?” “Fuck, yeah!” he said. He worked his lips and tongue all over my head, pulled back my foreskin and tasted every pore on my ripe cock head. “How’s it taste?” the man he’d been playing with asked. 38 • Proud Scottish Cream

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“Rich,” the boy moaned. “What a hot cock!” I clamped my hand on his cap and pushed his mouth onto my inflamed organ. I was able to force half my cock down his throat before he gagged. “Is that all you can handle, boy?” I growled. Proud Scottish Cream • 39

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He looked up into my eyes, cleared his throat and with his look, pleaded for me to keep trying. I kept pushing his head back and forth on my cock. His throat opened up more and more and when I was able to get my entire manhood down his lips, I let out a loud groan. I held the boy’s face firmly against my crotch until I heard him gagging again. “Fuck,” his playmate said. “I gotta see this up close.” He dropped to his knees and grabbed the boy’s dick. Watching the guy chow down on the boy’s trembling cock was making my Scottish balls pulse. “Yeah, that’s it, guys,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me cream any second.” The boy looked up at me with an intense thrill in his eyes. He wanted my load so much. I don’t know how many loads he’d already had that day, but I knew that mine was going to be the biggest load he’d ever tried to swallow. My knees were getting weak. My breath heavy. I could feel my heart pounding. “Here it comes, kid!” I gasped. The kid grabbed my shaft and held it steady. I thrust my hips forward and let my testicles explode. I looked down to see my proud Scottish cream pour into his mouth. He sucked my head as hard as he could. Even so, thick rivers of cum poured out the sides of his mouth. He held my cock steady while my hips bucked and pumped wad after wad of hot sperm down his throat. The taste of my virile nectar made the boy pop his load. I regained my footing and pulled my cock away from the boy. “Thanks guys,” I said. “That was great,” the boy said. “You come here often?” I shook my head. “Just visiting for a few days,” I told him. “Too bad,” he said. “You’re special. I don’t get loads that big very often. There used to be an old man who came by in a kilt, too. Man, he shot loads like you. Fuck, he was hot! Haven’t seen him in a bit, have you?” he asked his playmate. The other man shook his head. “Not lately.” I knew who that man was. I guess he knew a lot more about me than I ever ventured. I said good bye and walked back to Grandpa’s house. I loved the old man even more. 40 • Proud Scottish Cream

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Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job “What do you mean she don’t run?” Grandpa huffed. “I had her out yesterday. Ran like a charm, like a kitten purrin’ in your arms.” “Not today, she don’t,” Randy chirped. “Thing’s croaked. Completely gone, junk yard dead.” “Ain’t no such thing as a dead Bessie,” Grandpa stated. “Probably just needs the right lubricant is all. If I can keep ’er running without a hitch all these years, ain’t no reason why you young, bright boys can’t do the same. Just needs a good spit an’ polish, some fresh oil and tender love. You boys get Bessie runnin’ by ’morrow. I need to take her over to Mabel’s. We’ve got a hot date,” he said with a wink. Grandpa Carl could be pretty stubborn. He didn’t take “NO” for an answer. Randy and Stew didn’t want to disappoint him either. The last time that happened Grandpa Carl reddened their behinds ’till they smarted something fierce. Didn’t matter that the boys were a tad too old for a bare bottom paddling. Grandpa Carl was strong and he could turn any grown man over his knees and show him he meant business. “What are we gonna do, Randy?” Stew moped. “We know something about vehicles but nothing we’ve tried on ol’ Bessie has worked.” “Uncle Hoover will know,” Randy said. “If he can’t get her runnin’ we’ll let him tell Grandpa. He can take the heat from the ol’ man. My butt’s still sore from the last time!” “It’d be fun to see Grandpa try and paddle Uncle Hoover’s bare bottom!” Stew said with a laugh. “Yeah, Uncle Hoover’s equipment wouldn’t fit between Grandpa Clark’s legs!” Randy hollered. The two boys trotted over to Uncle Hoover’s garage, laughing all the way. That wasn’t his real name o’ course, but everyone who’d seen him naked called him that on account o’ the size of his attachments. Randy and Stew explained their predicament to the man. He just stood there an’ grinned. “So the ol’ man has a hot date and needs that heap of junk working, huh?” he said when the boys were done explainin’. “That’s the picture,” Stew carped. “Well, push her on over here. The boys an’ I will take a look. I reckon she just needs a good ol’ fashion lube job. You boys need help pushin’ her here?” When Steve and Randy nodded, Uncle Hoover sent Conners and Boyd to help the rascals push the old clunker into 44 • Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job

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the shop. Uncle Hoover waited with his oldest son, Pecker, while the younger boys worked up a sweat rolling in Grandpa Clark’s pickup. Uncle Hoover had fond memories of that old car. Back when he was in high school, Grandpa Clark let him borrow the blue wonder for hot dates. There were plenty of women and men who attempted to handle Uncle Hoover’s love machine in the back of that old car. And he’d spent hours as a young man, cleaning up the sprays of love juice his dates couldn’t hold or swallow. Then there was the time Grandpa Clark caught Hoover with that boy from Hickory Glen. Uncle Hoover was certain he’d never be able to use Ol’ Bessie again when he saw Grandpa Clark’s face glued to the window pane just as he was sending a torrent of electric juice deep up inside his friend’s gut. Before the Hickory Glen boy realized they were being spied on, Grandpa Clark had vanished. Grandpa Clark never mentioned the incident to Hoover, and the boy never brought it up with his dad. Hoover soon realized that his dad understood his needs and he was free to keep exploring his desires. From time to time he caught his ol’ man peering in the car while he drove his pleasures deep inside some willing partner. He kinda liked the interest his old man showed in his prowess. The four boys showed up an hour later, pushing Ol’ Bessie down the street to the garage. Uncle Hoover and Pecker helped them slide the ol’ junker into the garage yard. When it came to a stop, Uncle Hoover lifted the hood and asked his crew, “See anything funny, boys?” Conners, Boyd and Pecker checked this and that. Randy and Stew told them everything they’d tried. For an entire hour they fiddled and faddled but no matter what they did, they couldn’t get the car to fire up. At best, they managed to muster a few grunts out of Ol’ Bessie. “So what did Grandpa tell you?” Pecker asked Randy and Stew. “He said she just needed a good spit an’ polish,” Randy harped. “And some fresh oil and tender love,” Stew added with a giggle. Pecker looked up at his dad, perplexed by Grandpa Clark’s suggestion. Uncle Hoover just grinned. “Spit an’ polish, fresh oil and tender love is it?” He stood there rubbing his chin for a moment or two then he told the boys. “Spit an’ polish it is.” To their shock and delight he dropped his drawers and took hold of his impressive pump. “Sometimes, boys, all a car needs is some extra love!” he exclaimed. And to their amazement, he pressed his naked parts against the car and began grinding his hips. Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job • 45

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“What are you doing, Dad?” Pecker asked as the pouch between his legs grew at the sight of his half-naked father caressing the car. “Just sharing my potions, son,” Uncle Hoover said with a devilish smile. “Come on, boys,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Don’t just stand there. Give me a hand.” Randy and Stew looked at each other, not sure what to make of the sight of Uncle Hoover rubbing his swelling attachment against the warm blue steel of Ol’ Bessie. Conners and Boyd knew what the man wanted them to do. Thet doffed their pants and mimiced the hunk. When Pecker unzipped his jeans, Randy and Stew got the idea. “And how does this help, Uncle Hoover?” Randy asked. “Feels good, don’t it?” Uncle Hoover replied. “Yeah,” Randy said with a moan. “Your mind can think clearer when you’re feelin’ good,” Uncle Hoover said with a smile. “’An there ain’t nothing that will make you feel better than a good crotch rub.” “But … but what if we get, you know, some pecker juice on it?” “Grandpa Clark said he wanted it polished, didn’t he, boy?” Uncle Hoover asked. Randy nodded. “Pecker juice makes a good polish, boy,” Uncle Hoover said with a grin. As the man and boys ground their sensitive privates against the smooth edges of the car, their moans and gasps got louder and louder. All the boys were getting a thrill from watching Uncle Hoover work his wonder rod on Ol’ Bessie. From time to time he pulled back and tapped his pound of flesh against the car. With his fingers, he rubbed the slathers of pecker juice his equipment drained on the car. With a little elbow grease his pecker juice left a brilliant shine on the car. “See, boys,” he pointed out proudly. “Pecker juice is a perfect polish. I bet if we get Ol’ Bessie all polished up with our natural lubricant and she’ll run just fine.” None of the boys understood the logic in Uncle Hoover’s reasoning, but they were all feeling too good to protest. It was fun seeing who could get the most pecker sap out of their boners and who could get the brightest shine on Ol’ Bessie. Pecker was a bit reluctant to show off being that his dad was standing just a few feet from him. But it wasn’t long before the exquisite feelings bubbling out of his testicles were taking care of any shyness he had. 48 • Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job

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Uncle Hoover was feeling pretty proud of the way his boy, nephews and work hands were handling themselves. Their copious juices were giving the car a new luster and a pleasing, manly scent. “You feeling good, boys?” Uncle Hoover asked as he worked his gonads to the brink of no return. “Yeah, Dad,” Pecker gasped. “I just hope she starts after this.” “What about you, Conners and Boyd? You boys fighting to keep from blowing, too?” Those two were teetering on the edge too much to say a word. All they could do was whimper and moan. Uncle Hoover reached around and patted their bare bottoms. When they felt his big hand slapping their twitching butts, they both exploded. Ropes of white, sticky spray splashed all over the front of the car. “Fuck, yeah!” Uncle Hoover crowed. “Let ’er rip, boys. Give ’er all you got.” One by one the rest of the lads fired off. Randy and Stew had a hard time standing up when their love pistols fired. Bolts of burning electricity jolted their bodies and made them convulse. The only way they kept from falling down was by grabbing hold of Ol’ Bessie as their stud syrup pelted the car. When Pecker blew, Uncle Hoover saddled up next to his boy so he could feel his boy’s body shake as he unloaded his spunk. Uncle Hoover pulled his son close to him and let fly. The boys gasped when they saw the man’s hose let loose. A torrent of man juice shot over the engine. When it landed, thick strands of heavy cream coated everything in sight. “Think it will start now, Dad?” Pecker asked his father. “She better,” Uncle Hoover said. With his pants still down, he set his bare butt on the driver’s seat and turned the key. Ol’ Bessie fired up instantly. “Yay!” the boys all shouted. “We did it! We did it!” “Hop in, boys,” Uncle Hoover said. “Let’s take it on over to Grandpa Clark.” All the boys hopped in. They forgot to pull up their trousers and as Uncle Hoover steered Ol’ Bessie out into the street, they left behind a pile of clothes. Grandpa Clark was mighty proud to see Ol’ Bessie come pulling up the drive. He was even prouder when he saw Hoover and the naked boys pile out. Ol’ Bessie’s Lube Job • 49

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Bathing Dad by Jon Hold He was in there. I could hear the shower running and knew my father was in there, wet and naked. I wanted to be in there with him. To touch his hot body. To suck his hot cock. To swallow his hot cum. What would he say? What would he do? I stripped naked right there in the hallway. Swallowed my heart – and opened the door. Hot, wet air flowed over my goose-bumpy skin, soothing my heart and making me even more lustful. Holding my breath, not thinking, grasping my fate in my sweaty hand, I pulled open the shower door and stepped inside – expecting …? The shadows of dark hair seen as a blur through the warbley glass were clear now. Water washed down slick to his skin. He stood there, looking at me quizzically, as if wanting to know what I was doing in the shower with him. Almost passing out with fear, I took the soap from his hand and started to wash his powerful chest – the slick, hard mounds of his upper chest and the big, dark brown nipples that stuck out bigger than pencil erasers. Thick and resilient, man tits that just begged to be worked and played with. The thin line of hair that led down across his full, mature belly. My hands shook and I dropped the soap as my hands circled over and over again around the swollen tautness of his hard male gut. My legs gave out and I moaned as I sank to my knees in front of my father. My soap lathered fingers invaded the dark thicket between his legs as if self-propelled. My mouth hung open as my father rose to me, and we both moved as if puppets on strings controlled by someone else. My dream of many years came true as my father totally filled my mouth, and then, with only the slightest gag, my throat, as I buried my face in his thick, manly pubes. I sucked deeply as my father’s hands held my head. He stroked, fucking my throat once, twice, then pulled back to fill my mouth with studly cream. Crazed, I sucked and pulled at my father as he erupted over and over into my mouth. Thick slime coated my throat as I swallowed over and over again. Shaken, delirious, I was barely aware of my father kissing me as he washed me and then dried both of us with one of his favorite huge bath towels. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nursed at his huge nipple as he carried me to my bed. I wouldn’t let go as he laid me into my narrow bed, forcing him to fall into the bed on top of me. Bathing Dad • 51

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“Dad! Please! Don’t! I need you! I need this. Please, Dad. Please make love to me. Please!” “Oh, Jeff …” Dad almost cried. “Oh, my son.” Dad lubricated himself and then carefully lubricated me and opened me with his fingers before truly opening me with his mancock. Hard cock. Full, thrusting, male cock controlled by a real man, controlled by a proven stallion, just as he controlled me as he opened me, penetrated me and mastered me. Never has anyone ever been fucked like my father fucked me that night. Over and over he brought me to orgasm after glorious orgasm until my cock and balls no longer functioned and all my orgasms were happening deep up inside me. Father used his own orgasms to bring even more pleasure to me. To make me reach ever more earthshattering orgasms that ripped and tore through me with primeval power. I destroyed the morning’s peace, shattering the synchronicity with my screams of pleasure. The morning sun glinted at me in the full-length mirror across from my bed. I looked and saw a blond young man, worn and exhausted and yet filled with a worldly power he had never before known. The boy was topped by a much larger, dark-haired version of himself. Topped by a rutting beast that knew only its ultimate power. The power of generation. The willowy blond rose to the challenge and accepted the mighty thrusts and driving energy of his master. Together, highpitched scream and deep bull roar ripped through the brightening morning. The sheets tore under driving feet as my father savagely slammed into my body, attempting to totally enter me, conquer me, breed me. I ripped into my pillow with lust maddened limbs and teeth. Then we both collapsed into each other, gasping for air and shaking from total exhaustion. Dad, his muscles weakened from exertion , finally arose and lifted me in his trembling arms. Staggering, he carried me back into the bathroom’s large shower stall. He turned on the water and helped me to stand under the cool spray. As I slowly revived myself, I started laughing weakly. “What’s wrong, son?” Dad asked. “Be careful, Dad,” I giggled. “Just remember how this whole thing got started!”

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Truck Stop by Chris C. My father was a truck driver, and when I was a kid, he used to take me on some of his shorter runs; we’d be gone no more than three or four days at a time. Being a kid, I loved the excitement of the open road, and Dad, having been a trucker for years, loved having some company to relieve the boredom of the open road. Mom got a few days to herself, so everyone benefited. It had been several years since my last trip with Dad. I had gotten involved in a lot of school activities and just never found the time for another one of our trips. I was surprised when summer vacation rolled around, and Dad asked me if I wanted to head out on the road with him again. “It’s a longer haul than the ones we used to go on, but now that you’re older, I think you’ll do fine,” Dad told me. I thought about it for a minute and realized how much I missed our time together. “Sure, Dad,” I said. “I think it sounds like a lot of fun!” A couple of days later, we had picked up the trailer Dad was delivering and were back out on the road. Dad had the route all mapped out. Just as we had on our earlier trips, we would be spending the night at various truck stops and rest areas along the way. He told me that the truck stops were the best places to stay because you could always get a hot meal and a hot shower. Some of them even had sleeping rooms, but Dad said we’d be sleeping in the sleeper of his truck. That’s what we had always done before. The first night out we pulled into a truck stop, had a late dinner and then hit the showers, which were located back behind the restaurant. An attendant gave us each a towel, and pointed the way back to the locker room. Dad and I stashed our clothes in a locker and made our way to the big, open shower. It reminded me of the showers in the locker room at school. As Dad turned on the water, he said, “Damn, that feels good! Seems funny a guy can get to feeling so dirty doing nothing but sitting in the cab of a truck.” I stepped into the hot spray saying, “Must just be the dirt from the road.” Dad laughed. “What do you know about road dirt, junior? It’s been years since you’ve been in the cab of a truck.” I laughed back at him and responded, “Yeah, but I’ve got an old man that tells me about it every chance he gets!” 54 • Truck Stop

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We horsed around in the shower a little while longer, enjoying the warm water after a long day of driving. We had only been showering a few minutes when another trucker came into the locker room. He must have been about ten years older than my dad, but much the same build. I didn’t pay too much attention to him at first, but eventually I could tell he was looking at me. I glanced up and caught his eye as he moved into the shower with us. He began soaping up and gave me a wink as he worked the soap in his crotch into a lather. I was a little shocked and quickly checked to see if Dad had noticed. He hadn’t. He had been facing the other direction the whole time. I turned back to watch the other trucker. His thick log of a cock was beginning to stiffen up a little bit as it slapped back and forth between his thighs. I was sure Dad and I had showered with other truckers when I had made those earlier trips with him, but I guess when I was that age, I hadn’t been that interested in such things. Now, I could hardly take my eyes off his meat. The length of it was impressive, but it was the thickness that really held my interest. I had seen a lot of cocks in the locker room at school, but none of them had come close to the thickness of that trucker’s. Dad’s voice brought me back to reality, “C’mon, son. Rinse off. It’s time we hit the sack if we’re gonna get an early start tomorrow.” As we walked out of the shower room, Dad gave the other trucker a friendly nod and said, “How’s it goin’, buddy?” by way of a generic greeting. He had no idea the guy had been giving me the eye. That night, Dad and I bedded down in the sleeper of his truck. When I was younger, there had been plenty of room for both me and him, but now that I was bigger, things were a bit cramped. Dad and I finally bedded down on our sides with my back to his front. We fit together all right like that and were able to drift off to sleep without much trouble. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up. I had been dreaming about the other trucker from the showers, and had developed a major bone between my legs. Dad was pressed up against my back, and it felt like he might have been pushing some wood himself. It was hot in the small sleeper, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I decided it might help if I went back into the truck stop and took another shower. It was late enough that I thought I might have the shower all to myself, and if so, I planned to jerk out a load or two to help me get back to sleep. Truck Stop • 55

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Pulling my shorts on, I jostled the bed and Dad woke up. “Where’re you goin’?” he asked. “Can’t sleep, Dad. Thought I’d hit the shower again and see if that helps.” “OK,” he answered groggily before he turned over and went back to sleep. When I got inside, the attendant from earlier was no where around, but he had left a stack of towels near the door to the locker room with a hand lettered sign that said, “Help Yourself.” I grabbed one of the towels, and headed for the shower. I turned the water on warm, but not too hot. Standing under the spray, it took no time for my dick to get rock hard again. As I soaped up, I stroked my stiff meat. I was used to pounding out a load at least once, if not twice, a day at home, and I was a little overdue by this time. I closed my eyes and leaned against the tile wall with the spray just reaching to the tops of my thighs. If I spread my legs a little bit, it would gently wash over my nuts. I loved the feel of it, so much so that I started to moan. I don’t know how long I had been like that before I heard a strange voice saying, “Yeah, fuckin’ feels good! Don’t it, kid?” I hadn’t heard anyone else come in, and it gave me such a start I almost fell on my ass. I opened my eyes to see the strange trucker from earlier. This time, his cock was standing at full mast, and again, he was giving me a leering look. “Oh … I … uh, coulnd’t sleep and so I … uh … just came back in here to shower and ….” My voice trailed off. “Hey, you don’t have to explain to me.” His cock jumped between his legs. “I know how it is. Especially with guys your age. Horny all the time, huh? Sometimes you just gotta get those nuts empty. Happens to us old guys, too. But I guess you can tell.” He reached down and grabbed his cock, shaking it at me as he came into the shower spray. “You ain’t been able to take your eyes off of this since I came in here.” He was right. I hadn’t realized it, but I had been staring at his hardon the entire time. I was a little embarrassed, but then I remembered that he had been checking me out as well. He came up to me under the shower and grabbed my cock. Giving it a tug and a shake, almost like he was shaking hands, he said, “Name’s Chuck. What’s yours?” 56 • Truck Stop

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“Uh … Chris,” I replied. “Well, it’s real nice to meet you, son. You don’t have to be shy,” he said nodding down at his rod, “Go ahead and touch it. I know you want to.” Tentatively, I reached my hand out and wrapped it around his shaft. It felt hot and thick and hard. As I explored it, he asked, “Where’s that other guy you were with? Are you and him together?” “He’s asleep in the truck. He’s my dad,” I answered. “Yeah, I heard him call you ‘son’ before, but I didn’t know if he was really your dad or if that was just … you know … your thing.” Chuck gave my cock another tug or two before reaching back behind my nutsac to find my asshole. He took a sharp inhale between his teeth before saying, “Fuck! Now that feels like some grade-A, uptown boy pussy! Tight, too.” Chuck squatted down in the shower and took my dick in his mouth as he continued to play with my hole. He pulled off long enough to ask, “You ever been fucked in the ass?” “N-no,” I told him. I had heard about cornholing and sometimes fingered my hole when I jerked off, but I was still a virgin. The way his mouth felt on my cock with his finger up my ass was making me super horny, though. After thinking about it for a minute, I asked, “You want to fuck me?” He pulled his mouth off my cock again with a loud, echoing slurp. “Fuck yeah, kid! You serious? I’d love to pop that cherry, if you’re really ready to lose it.” His fat cock danced between his thighs again. “You know it’s gonna hurt a little bit, don’t you? Especially with my big dick. But if you really think you’re ready, I’ll go as easy as I can on you.” He wiggled his finger deeper into my hole and that made up my mind. It sounded like my voice was coming from somewhere far away when I said, “Yeah. Fuck me.” Chuck positioned me with my hands against the shower wall, just bent over enough to give him access to my hole. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him fill his palm with liquid soap from the dispenser. He then smeared it over my asshole, working it around the rim and then up inside me. He filled his palm again and began stroking it over his cock. “Gotta get everything as slick as possible. That’ll make it easier on your little virgin cunt,” he said with a dirty wink. Coming up behind me, he used one hand to position his cockhead against my opening; the other he placed on my shoulder to hold me Truck Stop • 57

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in position. He stroked his dick back and forth across my slippery hole, saying “Uncle Chuck’s knockin’ at your back door, boy. Better open up and let him in for a visit.” I pushed back against him, trying to force his cock into me. “Yeah, you really do want it, don’t you? That’s it, son. Now push out like you need to shit.” I felt my butt hole open up a little bit. “Good boy,” he encouraged. “Now come on back.” I started sliding back and felt his cockhead enter me. My eyes, which had been closed, opened wide. “Oh … OH!” I cried out. But it wasn’t so much from the pain as from the excitement of a completely new sensation. As Chuck worked his cock up inside me, I felt fuller than I had ever felt before. My cries quickly became moans of pleasure. Before I knew what was happening, I was sliding back and forth on his fat shaft and chewing his meat with my spasming sphincter. “That’s it, baby! Fuck yourself on Uncle Chuck’s big cock. Never seen a boy take to fuckin’ so quickly. You’re a natural, son!” All I could say in response was, “Fuck me!” Chuck put both hands on my shoulders and bent me over further. I tried to get my head down and my ass up in the air as far as possible. My legs were spread wide and my hard cock and balls swung back and forth, knocking against Chuck’s nuts. The sensation was overwhelming, and before I could control myself, I was howling out, “I’m gonna cum! I’m fuckin’ gonna shoot!” “Yeah, boy! Let it fly!” Chuck said as my hole clamped down on him and the sperm shot out of my piss hole like a fire hose. “Me, too, boy!” he grunted. “I’m gonna fuckin’ frost your hole!” I could feel his load rushing into me as I finished my orgasm. He pulled me close to him, plastering our bodies together under the shower spray. We stayed like that until his cock softened and slipped out of my newly stretched out hole, taking most of his load with it. “Goddamn!” Chuck said as we cleaned up under the shower. “You’re one great fuck, kid! And that was just your first time. I hope I run into you again!” After I dried off, I headed back out to the truck. As I climbed back into the bunk, Dad woke up again. “Feel better now?” he asked. “Yep,” I said, lying down next to him. We had another week out on the road, and I couldn’t wait until we got to the next truck stop!

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The Electrician “Not another wiring job on one of those old houses!” I mumbled. I showed up for work thinking I was going to spend all week wiring a new office building and my boss sends me off on some fucking residential job. “Sorry, Umar,” he said. “This came up as an emergency.” “But, Boss,” I complained. “This will take all week! And the house is on 18th Street? It must be over a hundred years old!” “Hey,” he said in a stern voice. “It’s all I got. The house is going on the market and they need the wiring fixed. Besides, it’s good money.” I had no choice. As I hauled my sorry ass into my van, the hot sun was already making my forehead sweat. All the houses in that area were ancient. A lot of them looked beautiful from the outside, but from an electrician’s viewpoint, they were tinder boxes waiting to go down in flames. Most of them had ancient wiring from Thomas Edison’s day. Attics in those homes were dark and dusty and treacherous places to work. And hot! Especially on a sunny, windless day like today. On the way I stopped by a cafe to get a big iced latté. As I waited for the barista to make my drink, I looked over the job request. My boss had given them a firm finish date of three days. I looked through the list of items to replace and swore at him. How the fuck was I supposed to finish all that in three days. “Here’s your iced latté,” the barista said with a pleasant smile. I managed to mouth a thank-you and stormed out of the cafe. “A good day to you, too!” I heard the barista yell at me. The old house on 18th had a driveway so narrow that when I squeezed into it, I couldn’t get out the front door. I had to crawl into the back and get out the rear door. I snatched the job request and went to the front door and rang the bell. A long minute passed before I heard footsteps approach the door. A young kid in shorts and nothing else answered. I was expecting a gray-haired old woman, not some young, buffed, half-naked kid who should have been in school. “Uh, is your Mom or Dad home?” I asked. He shook his head. “Are you the electrician?” he asked. “That would be me,” I said. “They’re at work but they told me you’d be coming today. Come on in.” “Why aren’t you in school?” I asked as I went inside. The Electrician • 59

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“This and that,” he said. “I’ve got to study so I’ll be upstairs. If you need anything let me know.” “Sure, son,” I said. The kid bounded up the stairs and I watched his half naked body disappear. He must be a runner I thought. He had impressive thighs and firm, large feet. I was curious why he was home. I walked through the ground floor, checked out the basement and then went upstairs to look through the rooms. “Just coming upstairs to check things out,” I called out. “OK,” I heard the boy’s distant reply from his bedroom. Just as I imagined, the wiring in the house was a mess. Practically no grounded outlets. There were four big rooms on the second floor. I was surprised when I didn’t find the boy in any of them. The stairs continued up to a third floor and there he was. The third floor was actually an attic they’d cleaned up. “Is this your room, boy?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. There was some carpet on the floor, but the low walls and ceiling were unfinished. Old, exposed wiring was strung from one end to the other. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be spending a lot of time up here replacing all that,” I said as I pointed to the outdated wiring. “Don’t mind me,” he said. The kid wasn’t exactly the friendly type. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor looking at school books. When boys tell you they’ve got studying to do, 99% of the time they’re just lying. This kid was telling the truth. It was stifling hot up there and beads of sweat trickled down his naked torso. Windows on both sides of the room were open but there was absolutely no breeze. I wondered why the kid didn’t study downstairs where it was cooler. He had on short, cut-off jeans and as I checked out the wiring, from just the right angle, I could see up his pant leg. It was very dark and I didn’t see the slightest hint of any more fabric. The kid either was wearing black underwear or nothing under those shorts. My mind started going places it had no business going. Before my thoughts started making themselves obvious in my pants, I went downstairs to get my tools. The last thing I needed right now was to get caught with my hands in the boy’s cookie jar. I barely escaped 60 • The Electrician

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getting fired when that Elizabeth woman on my job two months ago threatened to have my ass when she found my lips on her husband’s baby maker. Luckily I was finished with the job and was just getting a well deserved tip when she had to show up early. She practically skinned me alive. I have no idea if her husband is still among the living. I got my tools out of my van and started working in the basement. There was plenty to do, and if I paced myself, I was sure I’d find a time when the kid would be out of the attic and I could fix the wiring up there without getting into a lot of trouble. I was a strong man physically, but when it came to temptations of the flesh, I was powerless. I tried being married once, and I should have known not to walk down that church aisle. Her smiling brother was one of my best men and the taste of his fresh load was still on my lips when the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride now.” It was nice and cool in the basement and I spent the entire morning chugging through the wiring. I was still down there when I heard the kid call down the stairs, “Going out for a bit. You OK down there?” “Just peaches,” I said. I waited until I heard him leave the house. I was at a good breaking point so I picked up my tool case and went up into the boy’s attic room. It was so fucking hot up there, but I needed to work alone to avoid getting into trouble. As I began stripping the wire off the ceiling, sweat poured out of my body. My hands got too clammy to work. I kept having to wipe them. I pulled off my shirt and tucked it into my waist band so I could have something easy to wipe my hands. It got so warm that I couldn’t help but take my heavy trousers off. The sweat was pooling in my crotch and making my balls miserable. It felt so much better once I was down to my boxers. I’d got half the wiring replaced up there when I heard the kid say, “You can get naked if you want.” I turned around to see him at the top of the stairs. “Uh, I shouldn’t even be like this. Sorry, kid. I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” “Hey, it’s OK with me,” he told me. “I actually go naked a lot up here.” “You do?” I asked. “I was naked when you rang the doorbell this morning. Took me half a minute to find something to put on.” The Electrician • 61

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I didn’t care for the boy’s devilish grin. His eyes were studying my crotch too intensely. He was still wearing those cut off jeans, but the top few buttons were undone and as he made his way over to his bed, those jeans started to slide over his butt. When his butt crack popped into view, the blood in my veins started to boil. “It’s too damn hot to wear these, don’t you think?” he asked, and without waiting for my answer, he dropped those cut-offs and slithered naked onto the bed, his tight, melony butt cheeks pointing up to the ceiling. My mouth went dry. All my blood gushed to my loins. The boy teased me by lifting his butt and then pushing his privates down between his legs so that his smooth balls and cockhead nestled tantalizingly between his thighs, which he spread apart just enough for me to see everything. This is why I prefered office jobs to private residences. It was impossible to get into this kind of trouble in a busy office or new construction site. I tried getting back to my work, but it was impossible to concentrate. Foot by foot, I worked my way along the low ceiling until I was just feet away from the boy’s naked body. He was reading a text book and pretending to ignore the huge protusion in my boxers. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him glancing over his shoulders to see where I was. His eyes smiled and teased me. That horny boy wanted so much to see the monster that begged to come out of my boxers. I had to be so careful how I moved my legs to keep my erection from flying out the bottom of my boxers or out the fly. When I was next to his bed working on the wiring, I was so close to the boy I could feel the heat of his body. The space around the bed was tight, and at one point I had to stand on the edge of the bed to string the last few feet of wire. “Sorry, kid, but I’m going to need to stand on your bed for just a minute or two,” I told him. The flames of tempation were raging so fiercely inside me that I couldn’t even look at the boy when I talked. “Sure,” he said. And all he did was roll over to the side of the bed. When he rolled onto his back, his excited member thrust high into the air, right up to the ceiling.

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I cleared my throat and carefully stepped onto his bed. When I lifted my right leg to step up, the fly of my boxers opened too much. My rock hard dick flew out the open fly. The boy’s eyes lit up and he reached for his dick. “I get so horny when it’s hot like this,” he told me bluntly. “Don’t you?” he asked. “Uh, I’m trying to work here, kid,” I told him. He just kept looking at my exposed dick and began stroking his bone. When I reached up to string the last bit of wire, my boxers slid down a few inches, exposing my butt crack and more of my crotch. The kid kept staring at me, stroking himself and smiling. Maybe a man who went to church every day and memorized his scripture could have resisted such a tart, but a weak man like me was powerless to save himself. When I finished placing the last bit of wire, I lay down my tools and looked down at the boy. My dick was poking far out of my briefs and the boy was stretched out, his muscles on his legs flexing as he pulled his dick up and down. His balls were on fire and were pulled snugly on either side of his firm shaft. “Is this what you do all day, boy? Lie on your bed and beat off like that?” I pushed down my boxers and stood naked above the boy. He grinned at me and said, “You have a big dick. I bet you shoot a big load.” “You like looking at this?” I asked and I ran my fist up and down my dick and pulled it even longer. “You want to touch it?” “I want to lick it,” he said and he ran his tongue around his lips. “I bet,” I said with a snarl. “All afternoon you’ve been teasing me. Showing me your tight butt and now beating off in front of me. But I don’t think you can get this in your mouth, boy. Not many can.” I no longer cared what happened. If my boss found out about this incident and I got fired, so be it. There was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass. I had a hungry, horny boy and if he wanted to try to get my sperm baster down his throat that was fine by me. If I left now, I wouldn’t be the only one with regrets. I kneeled down and straddled the boy’s chest. I pushed my dick down and rubbed it against his lips. “Think you can take this, boy?”

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“Oh, yeah,” he said eagerly. He opened his mouth and I thrust it all the way down his throat. His hot, wet mouth felt so good. I kept sinking down until my crotch pressed against his face. “Is that what you want?” I growled as I ground my hips and made my cock squirm inside the boy’s tight throat. His nostrils flared and spewed out hot breath into my crotch. I thrust my hips up, pulling my dick nearly out of his mouth. His lips clung to my dick and he struggled to keep my glans from pulling out of his mouth. The boy wanted it too much. I slammed my hips down and plowed my cock deep down his throat. Usually I like to take my time and tease a young lad before I give him my cock this forcefully. But his boy had been asking for it all afternoon. My balls were already cocked and I was going to fill his belly completely full with my pungent seed. This was one load he would never forget. No one ever forgot Umar’s ejaculation. I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy’s lower body writhing in ecstasy. He clutched his happy stick with one hand while he tugged on his balls with the other. I yanked his arms away from his crotch and pinned them down on the bed above his head. He tried to mumble something, but with my hard knob completely filling his mouth, he couldn’t pronounce a single word. He tried to satisfy himself by thrusting his hips up and down and side to side. I wasn’t about to let him get off so easily. I pounded his face with my entire cock, fucking his face with steady force. My cock was getting ready to fire and I was going to satisfy myself completely. I ground my hips tight against his face, so tight the boy could barely breath. My cockhead pressed against his tonsils and fired bullets of fresh cum into his belly. My balls drained completely before I sat up and let go of the boy’s hands. “Is that what you wanted, boy?” I asked as I pulled my spent rod out of his mouth. “Fuck,” he gasped. “That was the best. I didn’t even have to touch myself.” I looked back and saw the kid had sprayed his belly with ropes of sweet cum. I grinned and scooped up the boy’s load and fed it to him. My boss thought the job would take three days but it was a full five days before I was finished. I kept running into obstacles that needed to be fixed before I could safely proceed. 64 • The Electrician

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Crusty Briefs “Here’s another load of laundry, Thad,” my co-worker Nancy said as she tossed me a bag stuffed with dirty underwear. We were cleaning out the boy’s dorm at the end of the term. Many of the boys had already gone home. Some were still here waiting to be picked up after the weekend. “Where did this come from?” I asked. “Don’t ask,” she said. “And you want me to clean it?” I said with a raised eyebrow. She just squinted at me and huffed. Nancy didn’t touch young men’s underwear. She’d had a bad moist experience several years ago and now whenever she ran across something like this, she made me do it. I let out a look of disgust and took the bag down to the laundry room. I didn’t mind doing this stuff, I just didn’t want Nancy to know. Down in the laundry room I sorted out the dirty briefs. White briefs here. Boxers there. Jockstraps over there. Somewhat clean stuff together. Then there were the still damp ones, the ones too dirty to mess with and then the crusty ones. The ones that were stiff with dried happy pudding. Feeling those was a pleasure. All the boys at this private school had their names sewn into the waistbands of their underwear. It was the only way we could tell whose underwear was whom’s. I always checked who had the crustiest briefs. Morton Myers was quite the sperm machine. And he used the same briefs all semester. By the end of the term, his briefs were like cardboard. But this time I saw a new name on a very crisp pair. Hideki Morita. I knew who that kid was. And he was still here. In fact he was upstairs in his room. Through the basement window, I saw Nancy haul out the trash and then she took off over the campus toward the cafeteria. I rubbed Hideki’s crusty briefs in my face. The smell of aged essense of youth was divine. It put back vigor into an old man like me. Reminded me of the pair of spunk briefs my brother shared to clean up our fun. Instinct told me that Hideki could take a lesson from a mature man like myself. I stuffed his crusty briefs in my hand and went up to his room and knocked on the door. He answered. “Hello?” he said. “Is something wrong?” There wasn’t a lot of time to waste. There was no point in beating around the bush. I shoved the crusty pair of briefs into his hands. “Can you explain how you got these so dirty?” Crusty Briefs • 65

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His cheeks lit up bright red. He looked into my eyes and said, “You’re not going to tell, are you?” At this Catholic boarding school, a young man’s hands were for study and prayer, not for self gratification. I gave him a stern look and said, “Tell who what?” He took a gulp and said, “Tell my dad … I … uh.” “Can’t say it, can you?” I snarled. “Show me how you got these dirty and I won’t tell anyone anything.” Hideki stumbled backwards until he fell on his bed. I grabbed the crusty briefs out of his hand and snapped, “Go on. Show me what you do to get these so filthy. I’ve got to wash them. I’d hate to catch some dreadful disease.” The boy let out a whimper and then he confessed, “That’s dried … dried, you know.” “Know what? Tell me, Hideki. What is it?” I demanded. “It’s dried semen,” he cried out. “That’s what I thought. Now show me how you get it on these briefs!” The boy quickly undid his jeans. I helped him pull his underwear off. While I watched, he clutched his dick. It was already hard, and he showed me how he held his underwear under his balls and beat his wand. “You do that every day?” I asked. He nodded. “More than once a day?” He nodded again. He stopped for a moment and I told him, “Keep on, boy. Show me how you do it.” He beat off frantically until he let out a cry. He capped his dick with the dirty briefs and pumped a nice fresh load into them. I snatched the wet briefs out of his hand and grinned. “Good boy,” I said. Then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my joy stick. While the boy watched with enormous eyes, I yanked on my pud until I sprayed a thick puddle of pleasure right onto his fresh load. “There, that’s better,” I moaned. “You want me to wash these?” I asked. He shook his head. “I didn’t think so,” I said and I stuffed his wet and crusty spunk brief into his face. “Hide these better from now on,” I said. “You don’t want to freak out the cleaning woman.” He nodded knowingly and collapsed on the bed in relief. I went back to my cleaning in the basement. One pair of crusty briefs down ninety-nine more to go!

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I was spying on Mr. Joaquim’s house, just like every Saturday, and watching him fuck and get fucked by a bunch of people... just like every Saturday. That man was horny as sin, but of course, all those men (and some women) who fucked with him were, too. Espiaba a don Joaquín como cada sábado, y lo vi coger y ser cogido con un montón de gente... como cada sábado. Ese hombre era calenturiento al máximo, pero claro, todos los hombres (y algunas mujeres) que cogían con él, también lo eran. The only difference was that they hid it from others and Joaquim didn’t. UH? Well, a new visitor was asking for his services. It was my... MY... OH MY... La diferencia era que los demás lo escondían, y Joaquín no. ¿EH? ¡Oh, un nuevo visitante solicitando sus servicios! Era mi... MI... DIOS MÍO...

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Not long after I saw MY FATHER kissing Mr. Joaquim, I had the hardest boner ever. I could see his long shaft... I was so turned on that... Apenas vi a MI PAPÁ besando a Don Joaquín, me quedó más dura que nunca. Pude ver su largo pene... Estaba yo tan excitado que...

Did you hear something?? ¿Oíste algo??

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Well, well! A horny kid enjoying the show! Where the fuck do you think are going? ¡Vaya, vaya! ¡Un chico caliente disfrutando el espectáculo! ¿A dónde carajos crees que vas?

NO! Let go! Dad, HELP! ¡NO! ¡Suélteme! ¡Papá, ayúdame!

Benny!! Is this where you go on Saturdays?? Fuck! I should have known! Now what?? ¡Benito! ¿Así que aquí vienes los sábados?? ¡Me lleva la verga! ¿Y ahora QUÉ??

BENNY?? ¿BENITO?? Mel, I think your son’s a bit distracted... Maybe it’s time for... Melo, creo que tu hijo está distraído... Quizá sea hora de...

COCK... VERGA...

Time for what? ¿Hora de qué?

I mean, somebody! Let go! I swear this is the last time I spy on...! Shit, I better shut up!! ¡Digo...! ¡Déjeme! ¡Le juro que es la última vez que espío su...! ¡Carajo, mejor me callo!!

What’s he talking about, Dad? ¿De qué habla, papi?

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Daddy, what are you doing to me? A-are you serious? Papi, ¿Qué me están haciendo? ¿E-es en serio? Yes, my son. Joaquim told me he likes you very much. Sí, hijo. Joaquín me ha dicho que le gustas mucho.

And since you’re here at will... Y como estás aquí por gusto...

My daddy wanted me to fuck with Mr. Joaquim just to shut me up. But soon it was clear what I really longed for. Mi papá quería que cogiera con Don Joaquín. Así me callaría la boca... pero al poco rato se notó lo que yo realmente quería.

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Fuck, kid! Your ass is like OHH... Joaquim, I must apologize! warm velvet!! But I can tell Since I put my cock in my son’s you’re not enjoying my cock mouth I think he’s ignoring you a bit! as much as you expected! OHH... Joaquín, me disculpo por él. ¡Coño, chamaco! ¡Tienes el ¡Desde que puse mi verga en su boca culito hecho de terciopelo!! Pero mi experiencia me dice creo que te está olvidando un poco! que no estás disfrutando mi verga tanto como pensaste! No, I’m not! I just... MPFHH... ¡No! Yo sólo... MMM...

It’s OK, son! I felt the same as soon as you came in! Joaquim understands! ¡No hay problema, hijo! ¡Yo sentí lo mismo apenas entraste! ¡Joaquín entiende! Dad said my mother had been ignoring him for some time, so he knew what it was like. Being a horny man, he found the attention he needed at Joaquim’s house. Joaquim said he could tell when two people were made for each other and unplugged his swollen cock from my ass. He came all over Dad’s dick, then smeared some in my tight hole. Papá dijo que mi madre había estado ignorándolo del mismo modo desde hacía tiempo, por eso podía notarlo. Y siendo un hombre caliente, había encontrado la atención que necesitaba en la casa de Joaquín. Por su parte, Joaquín dijo que se daba cuenta cuando dos personas estaban hechas una para la otra, y sacó su hinchado pene de mi culo. Se vació sobre la verga de papá y embarró un poco en mi hoyito.

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In no time, my Dad was pumping my ass like a dog with one of his bitches. Joaquim moved aside and watched us fuck with a fever worthy of his house. Enseguida, mi papá ya me estaba bombeando el culo como un perro a una de sus perras. Joaquín se hizo a un lado y nos miró coger con una calentura digna de su casa.

Oh, son! If I only had known you wanted this!! HERE I CUM!! ¡Hijo! ¡De haber sabido antes que querías esto!! ¡ME VENGO!!

Me too, Daddy! Don’t stop, please!! MMMMH...! It was night when we left Joaquim’s ¡Yo también, papacito! house. We still visit him, and the ¡Sigue, por favor!! three of us fuck sometimes, but it’s ¡MMJJJ...! very different from what I have now with Daddy: We make LOVE to each other. Ya era noche cuando salimos de casa de Joaquín. Lo visitamos de vez en cuando, y seguimos cogiendo entre los tres, pero es muy diferente a lo que ahora tengo con mi querido papá: nosotros NOS HACEMOS EL AMOR.

Yeah, Joaquim told us why the priest hated him so much, but that’s another story.... Sí, Joaquín nos contó por qué el cura lo odia tanto, pero ésa es otra historia....

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