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Handjobs May 2010 Letters

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Steve’s Story by Jared Bascomb

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Beau’s Wedding by Cal Ritchie

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Sweaty Day part 2 by Rolando Mérida

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A Lesson from Coach by CBJ

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June’s a Good Month

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Vacation with Papi by Lord Iron

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Father of the Groom by Ian Hanks

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Sinning on Sunday by Jack Walden

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The Doghouse by Natty Soltesz

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Breeding the Breeder by Joseph

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Taking It by Christian

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A Ride from the Garbage Man

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Letters Dear Handjobs: I love your magazine! • Barry, MA Dear Handjobs: I enjoy your stories (all of them) however the ones that really have an immense effect are the father/son suck/fuck, then father/son/uncle fuck/suck (I’m sure a pattern is established) and let’s not omit grandpa/grandson suck/fuckfest stories too. For your info, as a gay, I would rather be personally involved. I am a cock and cum lover. • Chuck, FL Dear Handjobs: You guys did it again. Your February 2010 issue was HOT, HOT, HOT. Every story, I came twice in my pants. Keep up the excellent work. Rolando Mérida’s Testing Bobby immediately put me into the coach character – cum, cum, cum. Traveling Salesman by Joseph put me back in my college days. Many of my professors resembled the salesman, Eddie, and lovingly stretched my butt hole into ecstasy and pleasure. Your Video Review was great – A+++ grade. My special mention goes to Messy Memories by Ian Hanks. Kept a hardon through the entire story, and the art work was marvelous – older man with young kid: yum, yum. And the shower scene cum was mind blowing. Another special mention for Up At The Barn by Cal Ritchie. Sexy story and sexy art work. I just received the March 2010 issue today. Great daddy-boy stories. Rolando Mérida does it again. My Neighbor’s Hole – us old daddy men have the best time. I’m leaving the rest of the March 2010 issue for early evening, lying next to my heater with two double gin and tonics, hard cock and my moveable hand. Still waiting for hot stories about monasteries in out of the way places with bearded, muscular, sex-hungry monks and their hot young novices and seminarians. Hopefully with excellent art work by Roger, Rolando Mérida, etc. Monasteries in exotic places – the Andes Mountains, Mediterranean, French Alps, and North America. I would like to see a self portrait of Rolando Mérida. I keep fantasizing him in a hot, exotic place with his cock up my asshole and in my mouth, filling me with his cum and piss. To me this is mind blowing. Tony • FL Dear Handjobs: Theory without practice is constipation. Practice without theory is diarrhea. • Mike, NY 4 • Letters

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Dear Handjobs: Looking for stories with daddies who wear ball stretchers. • Paul, IL Dear Handjobs: The December 2009 issue of Handjobs contained another wonderful group of stories to give us readers great inspiration for man-sex fulfillment! The story Wet is an excellent example. I much enjoyed reading how the dad so quickly got his son into some intimate male bonding and satisfying sex within that freshly cleaned camper. The mutual horseplay and tickling were effective lead-ups to an intense J/O between the two characters. The two Josman illustrations for this story should at least temporarily appease some of my fellow readers who have been requesting more of his artwork from you. I agree with Gandalf’s comment in the Letters column of this issue in regards to Cal Ritchie, “A small drawing ever so many paragraphs was hot and a great format.” This comment holds true for Ritchie’s story and artwork for The Man in the Park. Although his artwork style is still somewhat overly cartoonish for my taste, it shows improved maturity and male figure consciousness (to me) in this story. Visiting Uncle Joe part 2 contains some of Rolando Mérida’s hottest work in a while and gives us all a clear view of the man-sex, three-way family dynamic between the two virile, sexy brothers and their compliant son/nephew. He has created muscular, very masculine, blue-collar characters here. The talented author/artist Joseph is again well represented in this issue with his story and illustration for Waiting and the illustration for Troy Tomas’ story The Competition. I anticipate that some of my fellow readers won’t like the strong B&D element in Waiting, but I’m not one of them. To my mind, Joseph creates vivid, strong characters within a storyline that is all to common nowadays. Even though your December 2009 issue doesn’t have an overall Christmas theme, the brief but intense story Christmas Glory Hole by David Pulley reminds up what time of the year it is. I relished Pulley’s description of his hot, virile grandpa in this story, and the scene of thier mutual recognition near the stories end was priceless! Those of us who like clean-shaven business men enjoyed the story Settling Down by Magnus Oakes. The mutual felatio between the CEO dad and his son is hot, and by turns, raunchy and tender. Letters • 5

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The hot three-way in My Best Friend’s Dad part 2 by Damien van Zandt ignites the sexual motors of a lot of us readers. Even though Handjobs has repeated this scenario many times over the last nearly twenty years of publishing, it never loses its popularity with many of your readers. I also enjoyed the very hot dream sequence that forms the main body of Christian’s story, Fantasy Father. His art that accompanies this story is hot and filthy, too. How It All Started by M. Theodore is another hot piece of wonderful J/O fodder. I especially liked the first scene of this story where the son catches his naked, stocky, Irish dad jerking off over one of his gay muscle magazines in the bathroom late one night. The dad Theodore has created for this story is one of the best I’ve read about. Thank you for another cum-inducing batch of homoerotica, and for all your efforts throughout 2009. • Frederick, TX Dear Handjobs: Thanks for all you do for your readers. It’s much appreciated. • Malcom, NY Dear Handjobs: I love it! I do love it. • Mike, ND Dear Handjobs: I just got through perusing my first issue of Handjobs and I think it is outstanding! It is excellent! I look forward to further issues. Thank you very much. I think you’re doing a real good service for society as a whole. • Harry, AL Dear Handjobs: We’re happy to renew for two more years. Just keep it up and cumming. • Bob, FL Dear Handjobs: More true daddy-boy stories. More pics and more boys fucking daddies. • Brian, OH Handjobs Reply: Although it’s not about an actual father and son, we hope you enjoy the true story, A Lesson from Coach that appears on page 24 of this issue. Dear Handjobs: Keep up the great work. I never want to miss a single issue! • Alex, NM Dear Handjobs: I love all you do. I would like to hear about rough sex, fisting, and yes, pissing. • Donald, PA 6 • Letters

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Steve’s Story by Jared Bascomb Based on the real-life experiences of a Handjobs reader. I was an Army brat. I grew up on Army bases all over the US and Europe. In the 1960’s, we were living on a base in what was then West Germany. My dad was a supply sergeant, and my mother was a nurse at the hospital on base. Their schedules didn’t always coincide, so there were many times when only one of them would be at home with me. My dad’s favorite off-duty pastime was drinking beer. Looking back on it now, I realize that he was a borderline alcoholic. It didn’t affect his work performance, but all that beer had created a substantial gut that his uniform pants and shirts struggled to restrain. Other than his bulging belly, he was a handsome middle-aged man, with dark hair and a mustache. I didn’t look a bit like him: I had my mother’s light complexion, red hair, and freckles. One night, my mother was on duty at the hospital and my dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV, a beer bottle in his hand and seven empties on the table and floor around him. He was still wearing his uniform trousers, but had removed his shirt. His dog tags rested in the curly black hair that covered his chest, and his black-haired belly bulged above the waist of his pants. His free hand was lying between his widespread legs, his fingers diddling with the lump beneath his zipper. I thought this was strange, because both of my parents had given me the usual lectures about how it was impolite to touch myself down there when other people could see. Dad must have realized that I’d caught him in the act of playing with himself, because he said, “Time for you to go to bed, Steve.” “Aw, Dad, do I have to?” “You be a good boy and obey your father. Now get your ass up to bed.” “Yes, sir,” I replied. Dad kept his gaze on the TV and swigged his beer. I don’t know what time it was when I woke up – all I remember is that it was very dark in my bedroom. But I knew I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes and saw Dad standing beside my bed. He was still dressed in his uniform pants, but now his zipper was down. He was jerking his cock below his bulging belly. His breathing was shallow and rapid, and he was trying to stifle his grunts of pleasure. Before Steve’s Story • 7

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I could say or do anything, he grabbed my hair with his free hand and held me in place as he grunted and sprayed his hot seed onto my freckled face. When he finished shooting, he kept his grip on my hair and leaned down so that our faces were nearly touching. His breath reeked of beer. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare tell anyone about this. Understand?” he hissed. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. Dad let go of me and stumbled out of my room. His jism was still on my face. I could smell its distinct scent, and I found it strangely appealing. I reached up and wiped some of it onto my fingers and sniffed it. The scent was intoxicating. I couldn’t resist – I licked some of the sticky goo off my fingers and savored its flavor. I wanted more. I scooped and scraped all of Dad’s spunk off my face and eagerly ate it. When I was done, I realized that I’d shot my own load – hands free. The next day, neither of us mentioned what had happened the night before. We had breakfast with my mother, and then he went off to work and I went to school. When I came home, Dad was drinking his beer and watching TV. I didn’t really understand what he had done, but when he sent me to bed and didn’t come to my room later, I was disappointed. I jerked my meat and licked my sperm, wishing it was Dad’s. Weeks went by, and I thought that what had happened that night would never happen again. Then one night when Dad went out to buy cigarettes, my mother insisted that he take me along, assuming that if I was with him, he’d just buy the smokes and not stop at a bar. But she was wrong. After buying the cigs, Dad drove off-base to his favorite beer hall. I sat there while he downed stein after stein of beer with his buddies inside. On the drive back to the base, Dad turned down an unfamiliar street, one that was dark and quiet, and soon we were in the countryside. He pulled over and turned off the engine. His gut was pressed against the steering wheel, but he managed to unfasten his pants and push them part way down his thick thighs. He half-turned in the seat and slumped part way down. He held his hard cock at its root with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed my red hair and stuffed my face with his dick. Dad sighed and bucked his hips upward, fucking my face. I was nearly choking on his cock, but he didn’t notice or maybe he just didn’t 8 • Steve’s Story

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care. He worked my head beneath his belly, and more of his dick went into my mouth until it was at the entrance to my throat. He slapped my butt, and when I tried to yelp, his cockhead went into my gullet. “Oh fuckin’ God!” he bellowed and once again delivered a load of his spunk to me. His body bucked and trembled as he emptied his nuts. My swallowing throat milked more and more cream out of his balls until there was no more to give. Dad released my head and collapsed against the car door, panting hard. I pulled away, gasping, my freckled face as red as my hair. He squinted at me with beer-bleary eyes, like he was waking up and wondering if what had just happened was real or a dream. His cock was flushed dark and getting soft. A final drop of cum clung to his piss-slit. When he’d unloaded, I hadn’t been able to taste the juice I craved so badly, and that drop was my opportunity. Dad’s eyes widened as I leaned forward and my tongue plucked that precious pearl off his penis. Once again, its taste alone was enough to make me orgasm hands free. “Jeezus … you fuckin’ like that.” Dad had a drunken grin on his face. “Goddamn bitch cut me off, but now I got me my own private pussy.” His cock was getting hard again. He turned even further in his seat and slid down so far he was almost lying down. He unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his hairy chest and beer-belly. “Suck me, cunt-face. Suck me the way your mama used to do.” He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me onto his cock. “Oh yeah, that’s the way. Yeah, do me good.” I’m not sure how long my cocksucking lesson lasted, but I know that when we were driving home – Dad’s shirt still unbuttoned, but his pants pulled up – my jaw was sore, my throat was raw, and Dad’s balls were completely drained after giving me two more loads. The lights in our house were off when he pulled up and parked. Dad looked up at the dark window of his and mom’s bedroom, then at me. “Your mom’s a frigid bitch, so you’re gonna take care of my cock now. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” “You’re a good boy, Steve.” He tousled my hair. Dad was true to his word. Whenever we were alone in the house while Mom was on duty at the hospital, Dad and I were both naked. He’d be in his usual position, slumped down on the sofa, watching Steve’s Story • 9

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TV and drinking beer, only now I was between his legs, sucking his cock. Now that he knew that I craved his cum, he made sure that I got at least one load of it on my face or in my mouth before he delivered the rest of it into my throat. At first, his hand would guide my head, adjusting the rhythm or the depth, or directing it to the spots he liked best, but I soon learned to read his signs of pleasure and no longer needed his guidance to suck him the way he liked. One evening while I was sucking him off, Dad slid his hand along the curve of my butt. His fingers slid between my cheeks and rubbed my smooth crack. For some reason, that made me want his cockjuice even more, and I got more enthusiastic in my sucking. Dad’s finger rubbed against my hole, then pressed against it. Of course, my virgin muscle resisted his intrusion, but that didn’t stop Dad. He stubbed out his smoke and leaned forward, trapping my head between his legs and his belly, his cock deep in my throat. With a good hard push he shoved his finger knuckle-deep into my hole. My cry was muffled by the hard cock in my mouth. “Jeezus, that’s fuckin’ tight,” he moaned. He got more aggressive, working his deeply embedded finger around in my hole while he fucked my face until he came and I did too. That became our new routine: Dad roughly fingering my butt while I sucked his cock. Until one night when he said, “Goddamnit, I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore.” He got up from the couch, went into the kitchen, and returned with a can of shortening. He popped off the lid and stuffed his hard cock inside the can and moved it all around. I was shocked. “Hey! Mom uses that for making cookies!” “We’re gonna make more than cookies, Steve,” Dad growled at me. He pulled his cock out of the can. It was covered with the thick white grease. “You like my finger up your butt?” I nodded. “Good. You’re gonna like this even better.” He pushed me face-down onto the sofa cushions, took hold of his greased-up cock and rammed it between my butt cheeks. I cried out as the head penetrated my pucker.

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“Shut up and take it.” Dad leaned forward and pushed in deeper, his hairy belly pressing against my back. He mumbled in my ear, “Fuckin’ tight cunt. Tighter than your mother’s.” My butt was on fire as Dad’s cock greasily slid in and out of it. I felt every vein on his fat stick as he pummeled my virgin hole. All of a sudden, Dad whined like a wounded dog and unleashed his load inside me. Its heat burned my insides, and I sobbed as I came. But only because I couldn’t taste his load. “Jeezus fuckin’ kee-rist, that’s good!” Dad gasped as he pulled out. I rolled over and took his drippy cock into my mouth, savoring the last of his cum, flavored with my ass-juices and the shortening. “Goddamn, I knew you’d fuckin’ like it, you fuckin’ little slut.” To be continued ….

Beau’s Wedding by Cal Ritchie Henry didn’t know how it could have happened, but Cousin Beau was getting married. He just couldn’t believe it, and as he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure at the sucking that Beau was performing on him right there and then, he kept on thinking, What a waste! Henry had moved in with Beau and his parents after his folks were wiped out in an auto accident. They had grown up in the same small clapboard house, and they’d become as close as possible over the years. Now Beau, who was as studly as hell, was going to be sticking that gorgeous piece of cock into Becky Davenport, a girl who lived down in the town. “We can still see each other,” Beau murmured as he licked over his cousin’s pale belly and on up to his nipples. “She’ll have her interests and I’ll have mine.” “No, we won’t,” moaned Henry. “She’ll be gettin’ all the sex, and I’ll just get a handshake when we meet.” “Open wide,” whispered Beau. Henry did as he was told and spread his thighs while Beau got to his knees, raised his cousin’s legs, and slid deep inside him. Henry gasped, eyes tight shut, thinking there could never ever be a pleasure as great as that of a big cock sliding up a young man’s asshole. Beau knew what he was doing, and Henry sure envied Becky having that man-meat sliding deep into her. There was a knock at the bedroom door, and the two boys froze. Beau’s Wedding • 11

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“You boys listen up.” They relaxed at the sound of Mom’s voice. “Your Uncle Jack’s on his way over. I’ll have to put him in with you two. I hope that’s OK. The spare room is full of bits and pieces for the weddin’!” “That’s fine with us, Mom!” Henry giggled quietly and his cousin joined in. “We’d never complain, would we, Cousin?” Beau laughed, hugging Henry to him. “C’mon, Beau,” urged Henry. “Fuck me good, and then we can have fun with Jack!” They moved against each other like a loving couple, and as Beau stretched his cousin’s legs way back, he leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips at first, then spread his mouth until both boys’ tongues were fighting. Henry wrapped his arms around Beau’s neck, pulling him farther inside his ass, and then rolled him over onto his side so Beau could pump him good. §

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Jack’s four wheel drive bounced over the unpaved road that led up to his sister-in-law’s cottage, holding the wheel with one hand while the other pleasurably stroked his big, old hardon. He’d taught the boys all they knew about sex and stuff, and they’d pleasured him with their knowledge many times. He was Beau’s daddy’s brother, and had helped out whenever he could after Beau’s daddy had died way back when. He’d taught both boys how to take cock without pain and how to suck and swallow. The lessons had been worth it. Over the years, the boys had become experts in all areas of passionate gay love. Jack smiled as he traced the long bulge of the cock beneath his pants. He was really looking forward to the wedding stopover. §

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“Oh, fuck, Beau, I just hope Becky appreciates that cock o’ yours!” Henry sighed and gasped into his cousin’s shoulder as Beau came, hot and hard as usual, filling his cousin’s tight young ass to overflowing. As the cock slid out, Henry clutched the bed sheet to his asshole to catch the bubbling load as it made its exit. “Good thing Mom don’t look too closely at these sheets!” Beau said with a laugh, rolling off his cousin and lying alongside him.

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Henry’s breathing gradually returned to normal as he lay on his back and stroked his cock. “We’ve had some good times in this bed, ain’t we, Beau?” “You said it,” said Beau, taking over stroking the cock. “Remember the Bowyer boy? I thought his cock was gonna split you in two!” “Me too!” Henry snuggled against his cousin, feeling the desire rise as Beau worked lovingly on him. “And that boy from the timber yard. He sure liked eatin’ our jizz!” Henry suddenly clutched at Beau. “I’m cummin’, Beau; good an’ strong! I’m gonna shoot my load!” “Hold on there!” cried Beau He shimmied down Henry’s slim young body, opening his lips just as he let go of a creamy wad. He kept his mouth there, swallowing everything the young boy gave him. Tightening his lips around the cockhead, he came back up level with Henry. “Kiss me, Beau,” Henry murmured. Beau opened his mouth and clamped it to his. The two boys passed the sweet cum back and forth. A knock came again on the door. “C’n I come?” It was Beau’s mother again. The boys hastily wiped their mouths, and Beau quickly slid out into his own bed as Mom opened the door. “Uncle Jack’s here, boys!” she announced just as the big guy entered the room. He looked around and winked at both boys, and then turned to Beau’s mother. “Well,” she said, a little flustered, as though she suddenly sensed she was interrupting something. “I need to go over and see Mrs. Hickens, so you folks amuse yourselves.” “We will, honey!” answered Jack as he closed the door. As soon as they were all alone, Jack unzipped his pants and undressed as quickly as he could. “I sure hope you two boys saved me some juice there!” he announced as he slid in next to Henry. “Always plenty fer you, Uncle Jack!” Beau said with a laugh, slipping into bed next to him. “Ain’t too much of a squeeze for you two is it?” “No way. I’ll make some room,” replied Beau as he slid down Jack’s body. He lowered his wide-open mouth over Jack’s rising erection. Beau’s Wedding • 13

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“Your lips taste like they’ve already had a treat, young man,” he said quietly as he kissed Henry. “Tasted good too, Uncle Jack.” “Come here an’ squat on my chest; feed me some of that young cock.” They knew Mom was going to be out for the rest of the day, and as the afternoon sun sank, Uncle Jack proved that age hadn’t wearied him when it came to sex. He had taught both boys how to delay a climax, and how to make sex sessions last longer, but now most of his advice had been forgotten in the heat and intensity of the threesome. Even Jack found himself shooting suddenly despite all attempts to prolong the moment. The bedroom was alive with the tang and scent of sex. Henry was wild-eyed with passion, and out of control, unable get enough of the feel of these two men, who meant more to him than anyone else in his young life. As he wiped the spunk from his eyes, he grabbed frantically at whoever wanted to feed him their cock. All his sad feelings about Beau’s wedding evaporated in the afterglow of heavy fucking. Mom returned about an hour after Uncle Jack and the boys had pumped out their last loads. By that time, Beau had sprayed the bedroom with air freshener and they’d all dressed and tried to look a little less freshly-fucked than earlier. Mom had no idea what had been going on beneath her roof. That night, dinner was eaten, and small-talk exchanged across the table, and all the time Henry was itching to get back upstairs and have some more of Jack’s cum. Mom always turned in at around ten in the evening, so until then, the men folk drooped around the living room, listening to radio, and trying not to get too excited at the prospect of what was going to happen later. At last Mom yawned. “It’s my bedtime, boys,” she said quietly. “You three don’t stay up too late, you got a big day tomorrow.” She wandered upstairs after kissing them all goodnight. They waited until she’d closed her bedroom door, and then Henry and Jack unzipped and waved their cocks in the air like windmills, making Beau laugh while he shushed them. One by one they trooped quietly up the stairs and opened the door of Beau’s bedroom. Despite the air freshener, it still smelt like some heavy fucking had taken place in there. They undressed quickly, hands shaking and eyes wide with excitement. It was only a few minutes later that the first cock of the 14 • Beau’s Wedding

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night entered Henry’s asshole, and the other entered his wide-open mouth. §

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At three the next morning, exhausted by sex, and with his asshole aching from almost constant penetration, Henry groaned and turned over against Beau. Soon, from the farm across the way, the rooster crowed, and the wedding day dawned. All the unhappiness that Henry had felt when Beau first announced that he was getting married, flowed back into his mind like floodwater, but he tried to put a brave face on it. It seemed that it was no time at all before they were all gathered at the tiny church. Henry tried to hold back his tears as his beloved Beau took Becky’s hand and walked his new wife back up the aisle. As the couple drew near to Henry, Beau gave him a massive wink, which puzzled him until they arrived at the hall where the reception was held. Becky’s folks, knowing that times were hard for Beau’s family, had paid for the spread, and there was even a barrel of beer there for the men folk. Henry had had a little more than his share of the potent brew, which made his head whirl a little. “Why the big wink in church?” asked Henry when he got a chance to be alone with his cousin. “Look over there,” replied Beau, pointing to two young guys who were talking to Becky. The puzzled look on Henry’s face made Beau raise his eyebrows. “They’re Becky’s brothers!” “And?” “Well, so far I’ve fucked them both!” Henry grinned a wicked grin as he gazed at the three. “Think I’d have a shot?” “I do everything with you in mind, Henry,” he said quietly, giving his cousin a soft look that melted Henry’s insides. “What are their names?” “The one on the left is Mitch – he’s the older one. He’s had more cock even than Jack, and takes it like a ten cent whore.” Henry’s lips formed an O that Beau had trouble stopping himself from kissing. “The other one – Kane – he’s a top guy. Just show him your ass and he’ll fill it.” Beau’s Wedding • 15

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Just then the Becky’s brothers noticed they were being discussed by Beau and Henry and gave them both a long wink. People began to drift away, and Henry wandered over to them, with his glass of beer. “Hi,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Henry. I’m Beau’s cousin.” “Mmmm, so we’ve heard,” replied Mitch. “I hope he treats our Becky well.” “He’s good in bed.” “You know, do you?” “Maybe.” Kane let his hand slip around Henry’s shoulder and they both took a large sip of beer. “Let’s walk.” Henry smiled to himself as he strolled away with Kane, casting a glance around the room and catching Jack’s eye as he left. The old man winked lasciviously and grinned as he raised his glass in a silent toast. Down beyond the churchyard there was some vacant land and an old cabin that had been used for the construction workers when the church extension was built. As Kane spread Henry across a couple of large boxes and fed him his enormous cock, Henry realized that life would go on just as it had when Beau was still living at home. §

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Beau and Becky spent the first night of their honeymoon at her parents’ place in the guest house some hundred yards from the main building. There Beau experienced one of his few heterosexual fucks. Becky was keen, and she also liked taking it up the ass, which made Beau feel right at home. After their third fuck, as they lay together in the soft bed with her stroking his cock while he made acquaintance with her fine, big tits, he reflected on how life works out right on occasions. Kane would take his place with Henry, and knowing Becky had a busy social life, it would give him plenty of time to get to know Mitch real well. Life was good, he reflected, as Becky slid down to wrap her bright red lips around his cock once again.

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OK, I declare this to be a real emergency and disaster, my friend. Bueno, declaro este asunto una verdadera emergencia y desastre, amigo mío.

Yours is the bigger hardon, by the way… Tu erección es más grande, por cierto…

We just watched a gay porn movie by mistake, we both are straight, and bam! … we got hardons!! Acabamos de ver una porno gay por error, ambos somos heteros, y ¡órale! ¡Se nos paró a los dos! Forget that! What does this mean? ¡Olvida eso! ¿Qué significa esto?

It’s disturbing… I gotta go… Es preocupante… Me voy… Unless we do what we should do, Charly. A menos que hagamos lo que debemos, Carlos.

What do you mean, “we”? I don’t even know why I said anything a while ago. ¿A qué te refieres con “debemos”? No sé por qué dije algo hace un rato.

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Maybe we can… you know… We’re alone. Tal vez… no sé… Estamos solos.

Who would know if you stayed awhile and we fooled around, just out of curiosity? ¿Quién sabría si vacilamos un poco tú y yo, sólo por curiosidad? Are you kidding me? I’m not gay! I like to FUCK! ¿Bromeas? ¡Yo no soy gay! ¡Me gusta COGER! Neither am I! But… Seriously… Tampoco yo, pero… ya en serio…

Are you really gonna waste that hardon?? ¿De verdad vas a quedarte así excitado??

All right! All right! I’M IN! ¡Está bien! ¡LE ENTRO!

But you won’t tell my wife, and I won’t tell your girlfriend! OK? ¡Pero no le dirás a mi mujer, ni yo a tu novia! ¿Está bien?

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Come on, open your fucking legs! ¡Abre las piernas! Fuck! It’s so sweaty and smelly! Hmm… And TASTY! ¡Carajo! ¡Te suda y huele mucho! Mmm… ¡Y qué RICO sabor!

Wanna taste my cock?? ¿Quieres probar mi pene??

Sure, yeah! ¡Sí, sí!

HMMM… MMM…

Like it, huh? Like my cheese and cock juices? ¿Te gusta? ¿Te gusta el sebo y los jugos de mi verga? It’s been leaking since that fucking movie started two hours ago! I just can’t stop oozing precum! ¡Ha estado lubricando desde que empezó esa pinche película, hace dos horas! ¡No ha dejado de babear!

It’s dirty… Está sucia…

It’s salty, man… Thick… and salty… Está salado, carnal… Espeso… y salado…

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You licked my balls, you’ve earned a fucking! ¡Lamiste mis bolas, mereces una estocada!

Be gentle, OK? I fucked Susan in the ass once, and she yelled in pain, so… Despacio, ¿Está bien? Una vez me cogí a Susana en el culo, y gritó mucho, así que… Are you listening, fucker?? ¿Me oíste, cabrón??

Take it like a man! ¡Aguántate como los hombres!

OH FUCK… AY CARAJO…

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OK, OK! Gimme my cockhead back! ¡OK! ¡Devuélveme el cabezón, entonces!

No, please stop! No, ¡párale! It’s so big! I can’t… OH FUCK! ¡Está bien grande! No puedo… ¡COÑO!

Let’s see… Maybe some of this… A ver… Un poco de esto… Is that better? ¿Mejor?

AAAAHH!!!

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Shut the fuck up! See? It’s going in! I can feel every fold of your ass giving in to my meat! ¡Cállate el hocico! ¿Ves? ¡Ya está entrando! ¡Puedo sentir cada pliegue de tu culo mientras te meto el chorizo!

Fuck, it burns! It’s so FAT! ¡Siento que me quema! ¡Está bien GORDO!

Ya know, we should stop now! HEY! You hear me?? OH FUCK!! ¿Sabes? ¡Mejor le paramos! ¿Me oíste?? ¡AY, COÑOOO!!

It’s half in!! You’ll enjoy it in a second! ¡Ya te entró la mitad! ¡Vas a gozarlo en segundos!

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That’s it… In.. Out… in… out… Eso es… Adentro… Afuera… adentro…

Yes, after a while the blond guy knew how to use his pretty asshole to please his friend every weekend, when they rented gay porn. Of course, neither of their women would ever know. Sí, luego de un rato el joven rubio ya sabía usar su bonito ojete para complacer a su amigo cada fin de semana, que rentaban una película gay. Claro, ninguna de sus mujeres se enteró nunca.

Feels like warm butter, bro! Remember the movie! This is forbidden paradise… Parece mantequilla caliente, carnal. Recuerda la película, es paraíso prohibido esto…

And here it comes the sweet nectar of life!! YEAHH! ¡Y ya se vienen los ricos MECOS! ¡QUÉ CHINGÓN!

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A Lesson from Coach A True Story by CBJ I grew up in a small town in the rural Midwest. If anyone tells you it’s easy being queer in a small town, you know they’re full of shit. A couple of things I did learn really early on were to stand up for myself and to blend in. By blending in I mean I went hunting and fishing with the guys, dipped skoal, wore the requisite jeans, cowboy boots and hat, and western shirts. I also joined the football team and the wrestling team. I was pretty good at it, too. At 5’ 11” and 140 pounds of farm-grown muscle, I was pretty strong. Even at nineteen I was pretty furry. My first year of college was at State, and I was on the football team there, too. I was a running back. One thing anyone who’s grown up in a small town will tell you is that everyone knows everyone … and knows what everyone else is doing. And they probably know quite a few people in the towns around them. Now, I knew I was gay. I’d known it for a while. But I hadn’t acted on it, even in college. Growing up in a small town will do that for you – instill that sense of paranoia. But that all changed pretty quickly one weekend when I came home from school. It was our homecoming game, and it was a pretty big deal. We were playing against the next little town down the road. They were a good team. Their coach was a guy I’d always liked. Mr. Jeffers was his name. He was about 5’ 9” and a solidly muscled little fireplug. Fireplug was a pretty good word for him, since he had red hair and a red beard. He had been a substitute teacher for us quite a few times when I was in high school, and then he got a full time teaching job in the next town. I remember him teaching my PE class. When we were wrestling, he’d always wear a singlet. He changed in the locker room with us boys, and I remember him walking around in only a jockstrap. It looked like he was pretty well hung, and he was as furry as all hell. It was tough for me not to stare. One time he’d caught me looking, but he just smiled at me. I must have turned about ten shades of red. I remember him saying in a really reassuring way, “It’s natural to be curious about your own body and other guy’s bodies as well. Don’t worry about it, Mike.” Well, I was worried, and I was glad I was mostly dressed since my cock was so rock hard it hurt. I went home that night and jacked off at least four or five times thinking of Coach Jeffers. 24 • A Lesson from Coach

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We won the homecoming game, which was always a good thing. I ended up staying around a little later talking with some friends about college. My sister had the car and had left, but I wasn’t worried. I knew I could get a ride with just about anyone; small towns are like that. Just as I was about to start looking around for a ride, I heard a voice calling my name. “Mike! Hey, Mike! How are doing buddy? You’re looking real good!” It was Coach Jeffers. “Hey, Coach, long time, no see.” We shook hands. He was still the handsome guy I remembered from high school. “So, you home from school for the weekend, Mike?” “Yeah, I am. I wanted to be here for homecoming. I just gotta find a ride home now. It looks like my ride left without me.” “Hell, buddy, I’ll be happy to drop you off.” “You sure it’s no problem?” “Not at all. Come on, I have the camper with me.” We headed out into the parking lot to the camper he had always driven. I knew the coach was really into the outdoors; we’d talked about it quite a bit when I was back in school. We got into his camper, and he started it up. “Needs to run a bit and warm up, buddy.” “Fine with me. I’m not walking home, so I’m not gonna complain.” We talked about college for a few minutes, about how State was shaping up in football, and about life in the dorms. Finally Coach asked, “Hey, Mike, want to have a beer with me before you head back home?” “Sure, Coach.” “Let’s find someplace out of town. You’re not twenty-one yet are you?” He winked at me. “No, not yet.” “Well, Mike. I figure if you are old enough to go off and fight for your country, you should be old enough to have a beer with a friend. Right?” “That’s right, Coach Jeffers,” I laughed. “Hey, call me Ron, now.” He reached over and patted my knee as he said that. Then he put the camper in gear and we headed out. We talked about the upcoming hunting season, and he asked if I was coming back to go hunting. He’d turned off on a little country road A Lesson from Coach • 25

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as soon as we got outta town. We drove for about fifteen minutes until we came to an abandoned farm house. He pulled the camper behind it and parked among some trees. “Climb in back, buddy, we might as well be comfortable while we have a beer.” I swung around into the back and sat down on one of the bunks. Coach grabbed a couple of beers, opened them and gave me one. As he handed it to me he said, “It’s really great to see you again, Mike. You were always one of my favorite students. You’ve really grown up and filled out. You lifting weights?” He rubbed my chest a bit and then sat down across from me. “Yeah, I am. I go to the school gym about five times a week.” “Well that hard work is paying off for you. You look really good. You might want to take off your jacket, it’s getting a bit warm in here.” I shrugged off my jacket. I was wearing a flannel shirt over a thermal t-shirt. There wasn’t a lot of room in the camper, and as the coach was talking, he began spreading out. His leg was rubbing up against mine, but he didn’t seem to notice. I was mortified, because I had the biggest, stiffest boner I’d ever had by then. This went on for a while, and when I was on my third beer, he began rubbing his crotch. “So Mike, I bet a buffed, good looking, young stud like you has girls sniffing around you all the time.” I don’t know why, but I actually said, “I ain’t quite interested in girls, Coach.” “I thought that might be the case, Mike …. You ever been with a guy?” “Not yet.” “Show me your dick, Mike. From the bulge in your jeans, it looks like you’re pretty stiff right now.” By now I knew what was gonna happen, so I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and dropped my jeans and boxers. My dick sprang up, standing straight up at attention. A little drop of precum leaked out of the piss slit. Coach Ron reached out and took a hold of it. “Nice big dick, Mike buddy.” He took a hold of my nuts with the other hand. “Big balls too. They look like they’re full of cum.” He began rubbing the precum around the head of my dick with one finger. It felt fantastic. He finally said, “I know it feels really great to have another man hold your dick, son. How’d you like Coach to suck it for you. There ain’t nothing better than a good blow job, son.” 26 • A Lesson from Coach

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I nodded. He moved forward and pushed me gently down on the bench. He pulled off my boots, jeans and boxers. Other than my socks I was naked from the waist down. He dropped his sweat pants and jock and began stroking himself. He grasped my balls, opened his mouth and took my cock inside. It felt fucking awesome. Warm, wet … that tongue just massaging the head and the shaft. It was great! Being your typical horny nineteen year old, I couldn’t hold off too long. As he kept working my cock and balls I knew I was getting close. “Coach, I’m gonna cum!” I warned him right before I began to empty my nuts. I must have shot a quart, and Coach Ron ate every drop. I was shuddered as my climax came to an end, and then I felt super relaxed. It was about a hundred times better than beating off. “Mike, you are one hot stud. You came a hell of a lot. Did you like that?” “That was fucking awesome, Coach. From you just touching my dick to the blow job; everything was fantastic.” “You think you could get hard again, Mike?” “Yeah, I’m usually good for three or four times.” “How’d you like to fuck the coach?” “That would be fantastic, Coach? You really want me to fuck you?” “Hell, Mike, a hot studpuppy like you? You bet. I know that big cock of yours is gonna feel real good pounding my ass.” I was already getting hard again. Coach stood up and stripped completely. He got out a bottle of lube and some condoms. “Wear one of these, Mike; it’ll help you last longer. I want a good hard fuck, hear me?” “Yes, Coach!” By this time he was on his back with his legs in the air. I’d put the condom on, and he put some lube on his ass and my dick. I positioned myself over him and shoved it in. I looked down at him. He reached up and began rubbing my chest with one hand and stroking himself with the other. He had a nice cock. It was nestled in a thick, red bush. He had a lot more hair on his balls than I did. “Fuck me hard, Mike! Ram that stud cock in me. Fuck your coach. I know you’ve wanted to do this since high school. Show me how bad you want my ass!” I started fucking him hard, really pounding away. I could feel my balls slapping against him. I could tell they were going to be sore A Lesson from Coach • 27

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later, but fuck, this felt so good. In that moment, it seemed like my world was centered on my cock. Being in Coach’s hot, tight ass was great. He fucked back too. He clamped down on my cock and did his best to milk it. “Feel good, Coach?” “Fuck yeah. I wanted you to do this since high school, too, boy. Come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ram it in! C’mon, studpup, show me what a stud you are! Fuck me!” As he was yelling, he began to shake. I could see his balls drawing up. All of a sudden he blasted his load. The first shot of his cum hit him right in the face. His ass began spasming around my cock. I couldn’t hold back. That tightening got to me. It was like he was jerking me off with his asshole. “Coach, I’m cumming. Big fucking load, Coach!” I began ramming in even harder. My cock was so stiff it hurt. I felt the orgasm building up in my balls, behind my balls and in my cock. My cock swelled, ready to shoot, and it seemed to stay like that for a full minute. Coach was still pulling on his dick, but he was spent. The sight of his hot ass and all that red fur streaked with cum was too much. I shot another huge load. This time it was even better than the one Coach had gotten out of me with the blow job. I felt like I kept cumming and cumming. It was the most intense fucking thing I’d ever felt. Finally I was spent. I dropped down on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me. After a few minutes he asked, “So how often are you planning on coming home, Mike?” “Are your mouth and ass part of the picture?” “Hell yeah!” “Well then, pretty often.”

June’s a Good Month June’s a good month. As good if not better than September. In September the new crop of boys shows up at school. The horny, curious ones are easy picking. Not many virgins. The ones who put out quickly are the ones who’ve been pricked open at home and are looking for new prods to tickle them in the right spots.

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By the end of October, I’ve gone through that crop of lads. Winter sets in and the season for fresh boy lips and lip-smacking butts is over for a park attendant like me. Spring frees the lads from the confines of school. By May, some are wearing shorts, and in June, the shyer, more reserved lads are ripe for plucking. That’s when my cock truly comes alive. June 14 was an unseasonably hot day. I’d been cleaning up some debris from the thunderstorm the night before. I stopped to gulp some water when I noticed the lad watching me. I’d seen him before in his school uniform, warily treading through the park on school days. Back when I winked at him in April, the kid couldn’t run away fast enough. From the description of me he’d heard from the other lads he clearly knew I was “one of them”. But that didn’t stop him from coming back to check up on me. By mid May he’d worked up enough courage to let me nod at him when he saw me working the grounds. On this hot Sunday in June, he was out of his school uniform. He was just in his running shorts, pretending to be out for a jog. He clutched a tank top in his sweaty palm. I wiped my brow and looked at him. He looked back nervously. My dick stretched down my jeans, and I tapped the head through the denim. The kid froze and watched my every move. His jogging shorts quickly tented out, but he was too nervous to approach me; too green to know how to get things started. I undid my fly. My dick swung up and slapped my belly. I tugged on my nuts and pulled back my foreskin. I dipped my thumb into the well of precum on my dick head and teased the kid by tasting it. When I beckoned him over, he hesitated before finally walking up to me. His jogging shorts could barely contain his boner. As soon as he was in reach, I yanked his shorts off and pushed him down to his knees. I grabbed his head and teased his nose with my moist cockhead. “What … what do I do?” he asked. The kid really didn’t have a clue. “Suck it,” I told him. “Lick it and tell me what it tastes like.” He looked up into my eyes and lapped his tongue over the tip of my dick. “Like it?” I asked. June’s a Good Month • 29

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“Yeah,” he said as his dick squirted thick drops of precum into his hand. “Good,” I moaned. “Feels good you know. Work your lips over the

knob, boy. That’s it. There’s plenty of shaft for you to work on. I’m gonna push it deeper into your mouth … let you taste it, suck it … yeah … and now it’s going down your throat, kid.” When the kid was ready, I grabbed his head with both of my hands and pushed my cock to the back of his throat. “Relax, boy,” I moaned. “This is gonna feel good.” I thrust my hips forward and popped my head into his throat. “Breathe through your nose, kid. Damn, your throat is so tight. I’m gonna shoot!” 30 • June’s a Good Month

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My nuts popped and I sprayed the kid’s throat with thick cream. He started to choke and I pulled out, shooting thick ropes of cum on his face. The kid had spunked all over the grass. He’d had a good first lesson. Then I spotted one of the more seasoned lads circling us. He was one of my September boys. We’d fooled around enough that I knew his name was Jonathan. I didn’t need to coax him to come over. When he saw me spewing joy juice on the kid’s face, Jonathan took his dick out of his pants and stroked it in plain view. In no time he was on his knees slurping the cum up off both our dicks. The green kid was getting jumpy. Sucking off the park attendant was one thing. Fooling around with another classmate was unnerving. “It’s OK, boy,” I said. “We’re just all having a good time.” I pulled him to his feet and kissed him while his classmate finished cleaning up our cummy crotches. “Ready for round two?” I asked as I slid my hand between his butt cheeks and fished for his virgin butt hole. The kid gulped. “There’s more?” “Show him,” I told Jonathan as I spun the boy around and spread his butt. “Sweet!” Jonathan muttered and planted his lips on the green kid’s butt. “Whaaa?” the newby cried. “He’s getting your cherry ready for me,” I told him. “Feels good, huh? Like a tongue working your ass?” “Yeah,” the kid whimpered. “What about this?” I asked, and I poked a finger into his butt. “Oooh!” he cooed. I dug my finger in deeper. His hole was wet and primed. As Jonathan kept licking his hole, I assisted by pushing the lad’s slick saliva as deep up the boy’s butt as I could. When the newby started quivering, I knew it was time. I turned him around and planted my dick head onto his slick hole. “Aaaah!” he gasped when I punctured his cherry with my bulging knob. Jonathan grabbed the newby’s boner and started sucking it. “Sweet ass!” I groaned. I loved new butt. There’s something about the way a virgin ass responds to a man’s first probing. There’s a June’s a Good Month • 31

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tightness, a crisp clutching that is unforgettable. Never having had anything so massive inside, a virgin ass is conflicted,

not knowing whether to repulse the foreign object or to welcome it even deeper. Virgin boys don’t know how to respond to the sensation. Is it pain? Is it pleasure? What is happening to me down there? Intense emotions of fear, wonderment, terror, and delight course through their beings. Teaching a kid how to take a man’s cock is one of the greatest honors a man can ever have. There is no history lesson, no mathematical lecture that can possibly delight a young lad as much as the first time he experiences the joys of having a man’s rigid prick part those tender ass lips and melt his asshole wide open. To this day I remember the exact date and time when Coach Hunter teased my butt hole open for his wonderful cock. It was a revelation not even St. Paul could imagine matching. After working my tool into the kid and letting him get accustomed to the delights of being impaled on a fully erect grown male, I began 32 • June’s a Good Month

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humping my hips back and forth, penetrating him deeper and deeper. It wasn’t long before his skin was trembling, his mouth gaping wide as he moaned uncontrollably, drool slobbering out the corners of his mouth, tears of ecstasy draining from his eyes. Then there were those words of wisdom. “Fuck me … fuck me, sir!” At first soft and sweet. Then as I responded with harder thrusts he began crying louder, “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” “Like this, boy!” I roared back thrusting my hips hard and slamming against his body. “HARDER!” he cried. “YEAH!” I howled. “HERE IT COMES, BOY. HERE COMES MY MAN LOAD!” I pelted his ass with strong, salty jizz. The kid let out a yelp and sprayed Jonathan’s throat with a hot load of juice. Jonathan was a cum whore and gulped it all down. “That’s a good boy,” I moaned as I pointed to Jonathan. “Someday you’ll be as cum hungry as he is,” I whispered in the newby’s ear. I was counting on it. Jonathan was graduating in a week and I needed a tight-assed, experienced lad in September to take care of me. The newby needed some kissing to calm down. I held him tenderly and kissed him while Jonathan cleaned us up with his warm, thick tongue.

Vacation with Papi by Lord Iron When Ethan Calderon graduated from high school, his dad Carlos surprised him with a father-son vacation in Puerto Rico. Both father and son could feel the tensions of big-city life drop away as they stepped off the plane into the bright sunshine of San Juan. Their hotel room had a view of the beach, and after they had unpacked, Carlos suggested they go catch some sun. As they changed into their swimsuits, Ethan couldn’t help stealing a few covert glances at his dad. They’d been going to the gym together for ages, so Ethan was used to the sight of his dad’s naked body, but it still gave him a thrill to know his dad was a stud. After their swim they went back to the hotel to shower and change for a night on the town. Carlos was eager to show his son the city where he’d grown up. In a couple days, he said, they’d rent a car and Vacation with Papi • 33

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drive into the country, where they had relatives. Ethan showered first, and as he stood letting the warm spray run down his smooth young body, he felt his cock coming to life. He figured he might as well go ahead and jerk off while he had some privacy. But he’d only given his thick meat a few strokes when there was a knock on the bathroom door and his dad said he was coming in to shave. The curtain in the hotel shower was totally transparent. As the door opened Ethan quickly turned around and pretended to be rinsing his hair, hoping his father wouldn’t see the hard dick sticking straight out from his belly. Carlos didn’t seem to be paying any attention and went about shaving. Ethan peeked over his shoulder, and to his surprise, saw that his dad was buck naked. After a minute or two, Ethan’s boner went down until his dick hung thick and semi-soft. He turned around, and once again was struck by the intense feelings the sight of his naked father aroused in him. Carlos was facing the mirror on the opposite wall, his head tilted back as he shaved under his chin, his eyes closed. Ethan took his time checking out his dad’s perfect ass. He couldn’t help it. It was just … there. When Ethan finished, he went out and waited on his bed while Carlos showered. As soon as he heard his dad turn on the water, he opened the little bottle of hotel lotion he’d snuck out of the bathroom and slicked up his palm. Then, lying naked with his legs spread apart, he went to work on his impatiently throbbing dick. He figured he had about ten minutes – fifteen tops – while Carlos showered. The vision of his dad’s muscular bubble-butt and heavy hanging cock was all the horny boy needed to fuel what would be a hurried but satisfying quickie. He was soon flogging away full-force, and already the tingles were starting deep in the root of his cock. Another minute or so, and then – explosion time. The bathroom door opened suddenly and Carlos stepped out. “Papi!” Ethan gave a strangled cry and sat up sharply on the bed, pulling on the blanket in a futile attempt to cover himself. But it was too late – his dad had already seen him jerking off! “I just came out to get my toothbrush,” Carlos said, smiling as if nothing had happened. It was apparent that he hadn’t even gotten 34 • Vacation with Papi

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in the shower yet. Ethan sat holding a pillow against his lap, staring up at his father with a kind of helpless mortification that made him look very young. “Were you jerking off, son?” asked Carlos, making Ethan flush even more violently. “It’s OK, mijo, what’s the big deal? Everyone jerks off. Your old man jerks off, too. A man has to jerk off. At your age, you wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t, ’specially after seeing all that tits and ass on the beach.” “I don’t care about –” Ethan started to blurt, then stopped himself. “What, son?” Carlos was still naked. He stood next to the bed, very close to Ethan. Was it Ethan’s imagination, or was his dad’s cock getting bigger, sticking out a little more? A soft, tender, and incredibly sexy new note crept into Carlos’s voice. “Was it … this, son? Was it seeing your old man like this that got you horny?” Carlos reached down and gently tugged the pillow from Ethan’s grasp. Ethan let go and it fell away. With a little sigh he lay back on his elbows, his cock still bone-hard and jutting up against his abs. “You see, son?” Carlos said in almost a whisper. “You got to be proud of this big cock. ” Time stood still for Ethan as Carlos reached down and touched his dick, gently closing his around it and squeezing affectionately. He felt his balls tug in; shivers ran up and down his back. When Ethan didn’t flinch, Carlos’s hand gently stroked up and down the smooth shaft, making his son dizzy with pleasure. Hesitantly, Ethan raised his own hand, and as he gave a shaky little sigh, he closed it gently around his dad’s big, paternal cock. It was warm. It felt incredibly hard and at the same time, incredibly soft to the touch: a steel bar encased in satin. He could feel it pulse. “That’s it, son, hold your daddy’s cock.” Ethan gave it a few tentative strokes, working the skin back and forth. Carlos continued to encourage him in a husky purr. “It’s OK, go ahead and play with it while I play with yours.” For a while they toyed with each other’s cocks, Ethan following his dad’s cues. When Carlos gently squeezed out a drop of precum from Ethan’s slit and rubbed it against the sweet spot under the head, Ethan did the same to Carlos. When Carlos cupped and fondled his 36 • Vacation with Papi

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son’s balls, Ethan cupped and fondled his dad’s, amazed by their size and weight. Ethan sat up to get better access to his dad’s equipment. The dick was now fully erect. His dad had a good inch on him in the dick department. Carlos moved in and pulled his son toward him into an embrace. Their boners nuzzled as they necked and bear-hugged, overcome with passion. “Mijo …” Carlos sighed. “I love being close to you.” “Me too, Papi … I want you so bad.” Ethan eased his father back against the pillows and hungrily explored his body with his eyes and hands. Carlos put his arms around Ethan’s waist and pulled him close. Before Ethan knew what was happening, his father had engulfed his dick in a hot, wet, and surprisingly expert mouth. He began rhythmically sucking the teenage boner while stroking it at the same time with one hand. “Oh fuck, Papi!” squealed Ethan, fighting back against the sensation that threatened to make him cum too soon. Carlos, as if reading his mind, used his free hand to squeeze the base of Ethan’s cock, pressing with his thumb under his balls to keep the boy from shooting. Meanwhile, Ethan stroked his dad’s huge cock as best he could while fucking his face. Ethan wanted to return the favor before he reached the point of no return. He pulled out of his dad’s mouth and went down on him. He hardly knew what he was doing, but Carlos stretched and stiffened with pleasure and uttered low growls of approval as Ethan’s head bobbed up and down. By instinct, the boy tried to keep his teeth out of the way, but it was hard, because his dad’s cock was jaw-stretchingly thick. They had both reached a fever pitch. Carlos clutched Ethan’s head, gently guiding it up and down. He grunted nastily, “Oh son, we’re gonna suck each other’s cock a lot from now on, you and me.” Hearing his dad’s lust-choked voice sent Ethan wildly over the edge. He bolted up on his knees, his head falling back as he mauled his dick with his fist. “Yeah, mijo, jerk yourself off,” grunted Carlos, taking his own dick in hand too. “Cum for me, son; cum for Papi.” With his other hand, Carlos caressed his son’s quivering thighs, his tensed ass and his balls. “Go for it, son, we’re gonna cum together!” Vacation with Papi • 37

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“Nghhaaaaaffffffuck!” snarled Ethan as his orgasm crashed through him. The first rope of teencum was almost three feet long and cut a white stripe across his dad’s torso. The wads kept erupting out of him, three or four more good ones before his balls had wrung themselves dry. Almost on the same beat, Carlos let loose with a power-spurt of his own, his fatherly sperm ricocheting against his chin and cheek as it sailed over the pillow. His engorged babymaker rapid-fired several more shots up his chest. “Oh fuck, Ethan baby! Your Papi is cumming too! Cumming … cummmmmminnnnnnnng!” Ethan felt his eyes rolling back in his head, every muscle in his body straining, as the wads kept erupting out of him, three or four more good ones before his balls had wrung themselves dry. “Whoo!” sighed Carlos. “We did it, son, we nutted together.” “Holy shit, did we ever … I loved it, Papi.” Carlos ran his hand down Ethan’s arm affectionately and pulled the boy toward him. Ethan collapsed against his dad, fingering the streaks and pools of their intermingled cum. “Damn, son,” Carlos chuckled. “Look at all my grandkids you shot out.” “How do you know that’s mine? Could be all my brothers and sisters you shot out.” Turning to each other, their eyes met, then their lips. It felt as natural as falling off a log. Nothing would be the same from now on. “It’s OK, son … no regrets. If it feels right, it is right.” “It feels right, Papi. No regrets.” For a while they just lay there, enjoying the air-conditioned cool of the room, their bodies entwined and sticky with cum. Ethan finally broke the silence. “I knew this would be the best vacation ever,” he said lazily. “I guess we’ve both been looking forward to it for a long time. But hey, look!” Carlos grasped Ethan’s cock, giving it a few firm squeezes. It was already hard again. Had it ever gone down? “Something tells me that night on the town will have to wait till tomorrow.” Ethan took hold of his dad’s cock too, which was newly erect as any teenager’s. “And something tells me that we’ll be spending less time on that beach than we thought.” Carlos shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I like this room.” “I like it too.” Vacation with Papi • 39

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“Hey, take it easy, Dad,” I said, trying to calm him down. It was a good thing we’d booked a room at the hotel. Mom had me remove Dad from the reception party after he got too drunk and wouldn’t stop clinging to Shane. “Shane’s gone, son,” Dad sobbed as he chugged vodka straight from the bottle. “Be happy. He just got married. That’s all.” “Married and moving to Colorado!” he wailed. “Dad, you’ve still got me.” Dad dropped his bottle, swung around and hugged me. “I do?” “Sure,” I said. He fumbled around, running his hands up and down my body. “Dad … what are you doing?” I asked. He just grunted and planted his lips on mine. The strong taste of booze burned my tongue. “Dad? … mmpfff … whaaa?” “I got you,” Dad slurred. He smiled as he tore off my shirt, pushed my pants down and slid his big, furry arms inside my underwear. Dad was too blotto to realize what he was doing, and there was no point making a big deal of it. In the morning he’d wake up and not remember a thing. Anyway, his naked chest felt good. If he needed me, I was OK with that. The throbbing hardness in his crotch pressed firmly against my thigh. I pressed back. Dad pulled me close and kissed my neck. 40 • Father of the Groom

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“Dad? You, OK?” I whimpered. “I need you, Matt,” he breathed on my neck. “My Shane’s gone.” “Dad, you’re just drunk,” I said. Dad chuckled and pulled my half naked body onto the bed. He tore the rest of his clothes off. His big, hard cock flew out and stood up strong. He grabbed it and pushed my face onto it. “Drunk, huh?” he growled. “You like my dick, Matt? Do me right, boy. Do me like Shane.” Dad slapped his cock all over my face before I could latch onto it with my lips. So is this why Dad and Shane were so close? I thought. “Oh, yeah, boy … that’s it. Make Daddy feel good. Take it deeper, son,” he moaned. He grabbed my naked body. His hands pawed my butt. Dad slapped me and tore into my crack with his thick fingers. He tapped my butt hole and let out a squeal. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock down my throat. Dad poked a finger into my bung hole and yelled, “Tight!” He wet his fingers and poked his spit into me. I’d never seen him like this before. Did he and Shane really do stuff like this? I so wanted to run out and ask my older brother. I could hear still the band going strong in the ballroom. Shane, his new wife and the rest were dancing the night away. I didn’t have the nerve to ruin that. Dad yanked his hard cock out of my mouth, rolled me onto my side, and a second later his rod tore into me. I buried my face in the pillow and let out a muffled scream. Dad pulled my body tight against him. His furry chest was hot against my bare back. He dug into my butt and leg with his heavy thigh. Dad’s cock flared inside me as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. It felt good getting plugged hard. My stiff dick tore into the sheets. Precum poured out my dick as Dad humped my butt back and forth. He tweaked my nipples and worked his cock to a frothy frenzy inside my hole. His breath was hot on my nape. He nipped at me frantically. “Aarrgggh!” Dad growled. He thrust hard, ramming his cockhead against my joy nut. Then Dad’s nuts exploded, making me cum. He squeezed me tight against him, wrapped me in his arms and fell fast asleep. I lay motionless in his arms, savoring the wet warmth of his cum in my butt before I drifted off. Father of the Groom • 43

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Dad’s cock was still inside me when I woke up. I stirred and Dad mumbled, “You awake, Matt?” “Yeah,” I said. “Good,” Dad moaned. “I need you, son.” He didn’t wait for me to reply. His cock was rock hard. He pulled my leg over his and began working his rod in and out of my ass again. Had he really kept it plugged in there all night? My butt was sore, but Dad’s firm thrusts felt good. I needed to pee so bad, but Dad wouldn’t let me go. I pushed my butt back against Dad as he pounded my ass. My nuts were like stones on fire. My dick was so sensitive I couldn’t even touch it.

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Dad wasn’t drunk now. He knew what he was doing. I was glad my older brother had gotten married. No wonder he and Dad were together so much of the time. But now I had Dad all to myself. “Dad, I’m gonna shoot!” I cried out. “Me too, son!” Dad roared back. He pelted my hole with fresh spunk. He must have been pumping my ass all night long, because my chute was loaded with his cream and it was spraying out all over my butt. I squirted my load and gave Dad a kiss. He kissed me back. The smile on his face told me he was going to be all right. Too bad for Shane. Dad’s cock was mine now!

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Sinning on Sunday by Jack Walden When the Air Force stationed my father at a ‘no families’ base in the Arctic, the rest of us went to live for the duration crowded into my mother’s parents’ tiny house in New Jersey. Leroy, Mom’s baby brother, was the only one of her siblings still at home, and since I was just a couple years younger than he was, I was ordered to bunk down with him in the unfinished attic where he slept. Before I could start to whine about that, Mom warned me that Leroy would naturally resent losing his privacy so I was instructed to “stay out of his way as much as possible.” Well, when you have to sleep in the same bed as a big hulk like Leroy, it’s very hard to stay out of his way, especially when he has turned his bedroom into a weight-lifting gym because he aims to be the next Mr. New Jersey. Uncle Leroy didn’t talk much, at least not to me. When he got home from working as the neighborhood lawn tender, he never even said much at supper. Afterwards, he would pretty much ignore me as he stripped down to his undershorts and started into his weight-lifting routine, huffing and grunting and glowering at himself in the mirror. I’d lay on the bed in my underpants and watch. To start with, I’d prop my hands behind my head, but it wasn’t long before I’d have to fold them over my crotch, because my dick got so stiff that even Leroy would have noticed it. Being summertime, that attic was close and hot. I would get sweaty just lying on the bed; my uncle literally dripped. His shorts gradually turned translucent and clung to his thighs and butt. I could even see that he, too, was getting an erection, sort of. The curve of his long cock was so clearly visible I could make out the flared rim of his glans as it bounced around inside the wet fabric while he went through his sets. He watched himself as intensely as I did, his eyes never leaving his nearly naked image in the mirror. Though he never even glanced at me, I could tell he liked having me watch him squat and stretch and curl and flex as much as I liked watching his lithe figure go through its exercises. Finally, he’d quit, stack his equipment, and – no shower until morning – flop face down on the bed beside me. I’d get up and turn out the light, but not before I had a last long look at him lying there, his body still that of a rangy teenager, not yet a bulging bodybuilder, 46 • Sinning on Sunday

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but getting there. By the time I got back on the bed, he’d already be asleep, smelling of man sweat and cut grass. Tired though he must have been, Uncle Leroy was a restless sleeper, always flinging an arm or a leg on top of me. In the beginning, I’d push them off and move aside, but it happened so often I got used to it. Eventually, as soon as he was asleep, he’d pull me to him and clasp me tightly, occasionally muttering dream-slurred words into the curve of my neck. Despite the weather, I liked having his body touching mine. When he’d press his sleep-hard against my thigh or – if I positioned myself just right – into the crack of my ass, I’d press back and move surreptitiously up and down, panting as silently as I could until I spewed into my underpants. If I inched my hand between us, usually I’d find his softening organ was all sticky with his own jizz. Then I’d lick my fingers and fall asleep myself, bathed in his smell and the tang of spilled semen. In the morning, he’d give me a curt nod, pull off his shorts without seeming to notice how stiff the front was, and wrap his loins in a towel to pad down the stairs and shower. Uncle Leroy wasn’t known for being very observant about anything beyond himself, so I figured he didn’t have a clue what I was doing night after night. Maybe he wondered occasionally about the number of wet dreams he seemed to be having. Did he even notice where my ass was in relation to his crotch every morning? Could be, but I doubted it. Until the Sunday after the Fourth of July. On Sunday, everybody else in the family got up early, decked themselves out, and went to Mass. Not Leroy. He flat-out refused to go to church, and once I saw that he was getting away with it, I joined him. We’d loll on our bed, tucked together, but not really sleeping, deliciously aware that we were committing a sin though we weren’t actually doing anything at all. That was my favorite time of the whole week (except for at night when we really were “doing it” … kind of). On that Sunday after the Fourth of July, once I heard the front door close and everybody pile into the car and drive away, I started to get up. To my surprise, instead of languidly releasing me, the muscles of Leroy’s arm flexed and tightened me against his chest. His head nuzzled the nape of my neck. Then I felt his wet tongue lick my ear! I froze, afraid to do anything that might make him stop. 48 • Sinning on Sunday

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His hands fumbled at my underpants, pulling them halfway down my ass. Oh, wow, I thought. My cock sprang instantly to life. He mumbled something, a question. Though I couldn’t make out a single word of it, I knew exactly what he was asking. I didn’t answer, afraid that anything I might say would spook him. Instead, I grabbed the waistband of my underpants, and in one motion, slid them down and off and tossed them to the floor. There was a pause. Damn, he spooked! I thought. Then I heard him snicker. He pulled my bare ass up against him and when I slid my hand back between us, I found that his dick – very hard, very hot – was sticking through the fly of his undershorts. Oh, wow! I thought again, and this time he’s awake! I rolled over to face him, and we stared at each other. Like me, Uncle Leroy’s coloring is Black Irish, a devilish combination of dark hair and light eyes, though he has a very un-Irish Roman nose. With an expression as serious as when he glared at himself in the mirror, his hazel eyes stared into mine. When his gaze moved down to my mouth, I licked my lips and parted them. He brought his mouth against mine and made me moan by sliding his tongue inside. Of course I’d fucked around a little with my buddies, but this was my first real kiss from a grown man, my silent uncle. I loved the rasp of his unshaved chin against mine. His dick rubbed up and down against my genitals and his hands explored my nakedness until I couldn’t stand it any more. In a flurry of limbs, I turned upside down on the bed, propped my legs up on the headboard, and took his rigid member between my lips. It was bigger than any of my buddies’ adolescent cocks and tasted way better. He groaned and began running the full length of his penis in and out while I massaged its bumps and ridges with my tongue. He humped my mouth faster and faster until I was forced to take quick gulps of air between thrusts, smelling the heavy funk of his crotch and the dried cum on his shorts. Just as my scrotum tightened up and I knew that any second I was going to shoot my wad without even touching myself, Leroy’s warm, wet mouth engulfed my dick and he started sucking me off. Boy, did I explode then! I blasted a monster load of semen into his mouth. Snorting through his nose, he guzzled up my cum and let fly with his own ball-load, nearly drowning me in hot, salty jism that I slurped up as eagerly as he ate mine. “Oh, wow,” I said, this time out loud, and flopped onto my back to breathe. Sinning on Sunday • 49

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After they cum, a lot of guys, especially us Catholics, get all full of guilt feelings and pull away. Not Leroy. He never paused for a moment. Snickering, he pulled his soggy shorts off and climbed naked on top of me, licking the remnants of his cum off my face. It didn’t take long at all before we were doing it again. Leroy hooked his arms under my knees and hoisted me up until I was resting on my neck and shoulders and he could suck on my shiny balls as they protruded between my thighs. He licked his way down my thighs and into the crack of my buttocks. Nobody’d ever kissed my ass before. In fact, I was under the impression that “Kiss my ass!” was a rhetorical expression. Leroy cleared that up quick. He not only kissed, he licked, and nibbled, and sucked on my puckered anus until it was so relaxed he could shove his tongue in and out with the greatest of ease. Rearing back, he stuck the fat head of his dick against my rump hole and drooled until they were both slick with spit. With one “Hunh” from him and a loud “Aggh!” from me, he stabbed it through my sphincter and filled my ass with his cock. It hurt. I loved it. He lowered his body onto mine, stuck his tongue into my mouth, and started fucking the bejesus out of me, or into me – whatever. It stopped hurting real fast. I wrapped my arms around his head and sucked on his tongue, lips, and anything else I could chew on. Writhing and twitching, I tried to find the best position where every last centimeter of his rod could piston as deep as it would go into my butt. Leroy was snickering and snorting and pounding me so hard I thought the bedsprings were going to give way. Then suddenly he rammed his swollen woody into my rump clear up to his pubes and stopped moving. His whanger jerked and jumped around inside my rectum, shooting cum so copiously that I could actually feel it rocketing out of his piss slit. I was so turned on I squeezed my cock just once and that was all it took to flood our stomachs with more of my spume. We managed two more orgasms apiece before jumping up and dressing so that we were downstairs starting breakfast when everybody returned from church. They brought fresh donuts – creme-filled, of course. Evenings after that, Leroy didn’t bother with his undershorts when he was lifting weights. Me either. Often while he swung his dumbbells around, I was swinging on his rod. But he soon had me working out too, flexing face to face, our bare bodies acting as naked mirrors for Sinning on Sunday • 51

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Gradually, we added more and more sexercises. It wasn’t long before I was fucking his ass almost as often as he plowed my hole. By the time Labor Day rolled around and my uncle moved out, our poor bed was on its last legs. He left, but he didn’t go far. With a body-building buddy of his named Frank, he got a cramped place above a flower shop up on the Pike, though it was more like a small gym with a double mattress on the floor than an apartment. I kept up my weight training with a couple of barbells he left behind for me. When I went over to their place to visit, they always invited me to spend the night. Or rather, Frank did. Uncle Leroy still didn’t talk much. That was OK; I wasn’t there for the conversation.

The Doghouse by Natty Soltesz I’d been running out of ways to casually pass by Mom’s bedroom, when, finally, I saw that she was open mouthed and snoring. The bedside light was still on, and her romance paperback was splayed out in her hand. I crept out the back door and crossed the silent dark streets in the direction of the highway. Dad was in the doghouse. Specifically, he had been staying at the motor lodge on the edge of town since Mom kicked him out of the house. Mom knew that Dad and I were close – in fact, she’d always been a little jealous of our relationship. It was a big risk, sneaking out to see him, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to see Dad. He opened the door to his motel room wearing a pair of sweatpants. The look of surprise on his face spread into a wide grin. “My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug. He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties. There was a metal box next to the bed to put a quarter in for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door. Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime. “What’d you do? Sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair. He motioned for me to sit on the bed. “Yeah …” I said. Dad tsk’d. “If she finds out …” “She won’t. She worked a double shift today. You know she doesn’t wake up until at least noon the day after she works a double.” The Doghouse • 53

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“How’d you know where I was?” Dad said. He reached for a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniel’s and poured some into a plastic cup. “I don’t suppose she told you.” “I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.” Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp. “Well I’m glad to see ya, buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.” “But it’s been almost a week. What happened, Dad? Did you really cheat on her?” Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head. “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom. But I’m a redblooded guy. I like women, and they like me.” It was true. My dad was a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his life, and handsome too. Dad poured himself another drink before continuing. “There was this lady I was working for, someone your mom went to school with back in the day. And, well, we got to flirting a bit. It was a bad decision on my part. This lady always had it out for your mom, so a few days ago she calls your mom up, starts spewing a bunch of nonsense, and, well, here I am. You know how Mom is. She gets an idea in her head and that’s that.” “Yeah but she’s never kicked you out before,” I said. “It’s not fair. I hate not having you around.” “I imagine she’s on your case quite a bit, and I’m sorry for that.” “It’s not your fault,” I said, brushing back the tears in my eyes. “Now, now,” Dad said. “She’ll come to her senses soon. I hope.” He picked up the bottle again. “You want a drink?” he said, looking at me devilishly. I shrugged my shoulders. “Atta boy,” Dad said and got up to grab a second cup from the bathroom. He poured both cups halfway full and handed one to me. “It’ll put hair on your chest,” he said. I drank it in two gulps. It burned like heck, but left a warm feeling. “So talk to me, son. What’s new with you?” “Not much. School sucks.” “How’s your girlfriend? Tasha, right?” “She’s OK. Come to think of it, she’s like Mom. Always jealous when I talk to other girls.” 54 • The Doghouse

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“That’s women for ya,” Dad said, leaning forward with the bottle. I held out my cup and he filled it to the rim. “I don’t think many guys would bother with them were it not for one little thing.” He gave me a wink. “Well then, I don’t know why I bother with Tasha at all.” “You mean she hasn’t given it up yet?” “Oh she has. Just not to me. She says she wants to wait till prom. Meanwhile I know she did it with Alec last summer.” “So you’re 0 for 0?” “Yep. Except we’ve done just about everything else.” “Well that’s fine,” Dad said, sliding back in his seat. “But there’s nothing much better than sliding it into a tight, wet pussy.” “I bet,” I said. “Don’t rub it in.” “Rubbing it is about all you’re doing,” he said with a chuckle. “Ha, ha. You should talk.” “I should,” Dad said, shaking his head. He leaned forward with the bottle again. I finished the rest of what was in my cup and held it out for more. “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of time to consider just what it is I’m getting blamed for.” “Does Mom like sex, Dad?” “Son, your mother is about the best lay I’ve ever had, as well she should be, or I would never have put up with her shit for this long.” “Why are women so weird about it, then? I mean, if it feels good, why don’t they want to do it all the time, like us?” “It’s a good question,” Dad said. “I’ve known some ladies who liked it as much as guys. But for a lot of women, I figure it’s because they’re the ones getting poked. There’s more at stake when you’re on the receiving end, you know? Babies, diseases, stuff like that. You gotta build up trust to let somebody inside you like that.” I considered this as I took another gulp of whiskey, which was going down easier with each swig. “Crazy thing is – and I can’t believe I’m tellin’ you this – I’ve always been dying to know what it feels like, bein’ on the other end of things, so to speak,” Dad said with a smirk. “Well you know Jimmy Pavnick,” – Jimmy’s my gay buddy from school – “He says he likes taking it up the butt; that it feels even better than fucking. He was crackin’ us up the other day talking all about what it’s like.” The Doghouse • 55

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“I’ve had a finger or two up there,” Dad said. “It did feel good. I mean, gettin’ poked, you gotta figure it’s a whole other thrill.” He picked up the bottle again. “And life’s too damn short. I don’t intend to deny myself much of anything from now on, especially if this is the way your mom’s gonna treat me when I tow the line.” He took a deep breath. “Sorry, son. I’m just lettin’ off some steam.” “It’s OK,” I said watching Dad pour us another round. I realized the bottle was nearly empty. I thought, He’s drunk. Then I realized we both were. As we finished what had been left in the bottle, I started thinking. I probably never would have said anything if I hadn’t been as buzzed as I was. “Hey, Dad, how horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” He smirked. “Why’s that?” “This is gonna sound nuts ….” “Go ahead,” Dad said. “Nothing. I was just thinking, our problems are similar, in a way.” “I know what you’re getting at. At least I think I do.” “It just seems like, it’s just us here. Nobody would ever have to know.” “Nope,” Dad said. “No they wouldn’t.” He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back. My cock started swelling up. “Say it.” “I can’t,” I said. “We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new. Am I on the right track there?” “Yep,” I said. “Stand up, son.” “But I’m hard.” He stood. His hardon tented out the front of his sweat pants. “That make it easier for ya?” I stood up, facing him, my boner making a long lump down the leg of my jeans. Dad reached forward to feel it. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said. “We’re drunk and horny,” Dad said. “And no, I can’t believe it either.” I reached for his cock. It was so hard. He stepped closer and put his arms around me. I put mine around him. We pulled close and started making out, with tongues and everything. It was just like with Tasha in a way. It didn’t matter that it was my dad; we were such good friends that it felt natural to me. 56 • The Doghouse

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“You’re takin’ the lead, right?” Dad said once we came apart. He slid down his sweat pants. “Get naked with me,” he said. I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans. “I’m yours tonight, buddy.” Dad stood there in all his glory. Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front. “How do you want me then?” “I don’t know ….” “Bent over or missionary?” “How do you fuck Mom?” “Missionary, usually.” “Um … do you have a preference?” “How ’bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “OK,” I said, smiling. Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed. He planted his feet wide. I took in the sight of my big, hot dad, his strong back tapering to his waist and then his butt splayed out. I got closer and saw his hole: pink with a brush of hair going down either side. I knelt down behind him, running my hand over his butt cheeks. I ventured toward his crack with my fingertips, and ran a finger over his hole, making him gasp and clench up. “Does that feel OK?” I said. “I like havin’ my butt played with,” Dad said. “Don’t be afraid.” I slid my fingers across his hole again and he relaxed into it. I could see his dick hanging half-hard between his legs, a big drop of precum on the tip. “Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked. “Oh yeah. She loves it,” he said. “Do you think I could try … eating you out?” “I think that’d be more than fine,” Dad said. I got in there and ran my tongue over his his hard, sparsely hairy cheeks. Then I dragged it down his crack. When my tongue made contact with his hole, Dad bucked and groaned. I was so turned on. I ground my tongue right against his butt hole and ate him out. He was into it, backing up against my tongue, groaning and moaning as I dug it in deeper. I got my finger wet and brought it to his hole. “Here we go,” I said. I pressed, and the tip of my finger popped in. Dad was gasping. His hole was so tight. He backed up and sank the rest of my finger into The Doghouse • 57

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his butt. I slid my finger out then in again, marveling at the tightness, like a vice. My cock was so ready. “What about lube?” I asked once I’d withdrawn my finger. “Got it,” Dad said and got up to grab his bag from beside the TV. “I picked this up on Monday. After four days in a motel room, spit won’t cut it after awhile,” he said, handing me a tube of KY. He took his position again, bent over the bed. “I guess we don’t need a rubber,” I said. “I can’t see any reason for it. Score one for butt sex with your dad, I guess. Right?” I laughed and got behind him. “I’m so nervous. I don’t know why,” I said. “I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said. “Just go slow; we’ll do all right.” I lubed up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it. I pushed forward. The head of my dick flattened then popped inside. Dad made a sound in his throat. “OK?” I asked. “Yeah, buddy,” he said, all guttural. I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside. “Goddamn,” Dad said, sinking back some more. I took the cue that we were good to go and shifted my hips forward, sinking my shaft fully into his butt. And there you had it, a host of firsts: my first piece, Dad’s first poke, and the previously unimaginable fact that I was boning my own dad. “This feels amazing,” I said. “I am with you,” Dad said as I slid out a little, then pushed back in. It was indescribable, that tightness around my cock for the first time. I did it again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. “What’s the verdict?” Dad said. “A-plus,” I said, going for another pump. “And for you?” “Let’s just say your buddy Jimmy knows what he’s talking about,” he said between breaths. His big body heaved forward as I thrust into it. “It’s different, but in a way it’s about the best thing I ever felt.” “That’s what Mom’s been getting all these years.” “Well, now I know she’s even luckier than I thought.” “You make me wanna try it,” I said. 58 • The Doghouse

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“That can be arranged,” Dad said. I was banging him slowly, just enjoying the feel, and frankly, not wanting to lose it too soon. “Does Mom like it rough or gentle?” I asked. “A bit rough, to tell you the truth. I can take it however you want to dish it out, son. In fact I think I’d prefer it if you knock me around a little bit. Gimme the full treatment, you know?” I took that to heart and started working over my dad like I imagined him doing it to Mom. Long strokes from the back, rough thrusts ballsdeep. Skin was slapping against skin. The bed was shaking and Dad’s moans were getting louder and louder. I gave his ass a slap. “Fuck me, boy. Fuck your old man.” “Goddamn, Dad, I’m gonna cum. Where should I cum?” “Shoot it in me. Shoot it right inside your pop. Fuck, I’m gonna blow too.” He took a hand away from the bed and stroked his cock. Suddenly his hole got tighter, his moans got feverish, and he started yelling out, “Goddamn, fuck my ass! Fuck yeah!” Without a word I shot my load, just blast after blast right up inside him. It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. We took a shower afterward. I was way too drunk to walk home, so Dad and I climbed into bed together. I snuggled up to him, my arms wrapped around his back, and found myself boning up. “Wanna pork me again, don’t you?” he said. I offered a weak, “Yeah.” “Can’t say I blame ya,” Dad said, flipping on the light and getting on all fours. “Have at it son. We won’t get too many chances to fuck like bunnies once I’m back home.” As I prepared to slide my aching cock into the snapping tight butt hole of my dear ol’ dad, I considered canceling the wake-up call we’d placed and letting Mom discover I’d snuck out. Maybe Dad and I would both get in trouble, and that was fine by me. Life in the doghouse was pretty sweet, after all.

Breeding the Breeder by Joseph My name’s Angus MacGregor, and I own a farm here in rural Minnesota. The farm has been in our family for four generations. My ancestors came here from Scotland and started this farm with almost nothing. Today, I’m known all over the country for the prize bulls Breeding the Breeder • 59

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I raise. It’s a dangerous kind of labor, but the money to be made in breeding is very lucrative. I collect semen from the bulls and sell it to the highest bidder. In my off time, I collect semen from young men. No one around here knows I’m gay. They think I’m just a crusty old Scottish bachelor and kind of a recluse. The area women have long ago given up the idea of getting me as a husband. I mostly find young men to work on my farm, and I often hire migrant help, not the local boys. They are far from home, and I treat them as if they were my own sons. I work them hard and pay them well. Every so often, I can get them for my own “breeding” purposes. I love to get fucked. And hard, sweaty Mexican boys love to fuck. The local girls won’t have anything to do with them, but after I make it clear that my ass is available – as long as they keep quiet about it – they don’t wait very long to stick their hard, hispanic cocks up my willing chute. I keep a trailer home on the property, and house my workers in that. A few summers ago, I snuck into the trailer late at night and got six of the boys to plow my ass. I was sore for the next few days, but it was worth it. Boy, was it worth it! This summer, I hired a new boy that was related to someone I had hired a few years ago. I guess his cousin must have told him about me. His name was Juan, but the others called him “Gordo”. I new that meant fat, but the kid was as lean as they come. I found out later that was the nick name of his dick. His cock was huge, and it was incredibly thick. He was taller than most Mexicans, almost six feet, and his tight muscles banded around his lanky frame. He was almost hairless, except for his armpits. He kept his hair in a short buzz cut, and he was very sweet and friendly. And a hard worker. One day I was showing him how we collect the sperm from the bulls. We have a fake cow, and it’s in a small pen in the main barn. The bulls are brought into the pen, and they mount the “cow” and shoot their sperm into a collecting bag. I then extract it, seal it up in small air tight vials, and quickly deep freeze it. Basically, we spend all day watching the bulls shoot their loads into a bag. Juan thought it was very funny, but I told him to be careful around the horny bulls. After a few days of this, he was getting pretty horny himself. He looked so cute when his baggy shorts started to tent. One hot summer afternoon, I was getting horny as well. I was wearing only a loose fitting 60 • Breeding the Breeder

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pair of shorts that exposed the top of my asscheeks, work boots, and nothing else. I still have a fine looking ass, due to all the work on the farm, so I made sure that Juan got a good look at me from the back. I turned around and saw that once again his “Gordo” was rising up in his shorts. This time, I reached out and grabbed the bulge, saying, “You know from your cousin that worked here before that I like to get fucked, right Juan?” He looked embarrassed, but said, “Sí, Señor MacGregor …. Do you want me to fuck you? I have a very big pinga, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I laughed and told him it would be all right; that I like to be fucked by big dicks. A look of pure lust came over his face, and I pulled down his shorts and set his monster free. A beautiful, thick, fat, uncut cock sprang up between his brown legs. It was very wide in the middle, and his foreskin was peeling from his glistening cockhead as it continued to grow. The head was smaller than the middle section of his cock, and that promised an easy entry. I pulled Juan over to the back area of the barn where we kept supplies. The ropes and harnesses were there, along with the lube we use on the fake pussy of our “cow”. I applied a liberal amount of the lube in my asshole, then I slathered Juan’s young, throbbing cock. I said, “Better not let the bulls see your prick, amigo, or they might get jealous!” He beamed when I said that, and I wasted no time in pulling off my shorts. I bent over and told him to mount me; mount me like a bull fucking his cow. He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my ass and slowly pushed more and more of that incredibly thick cock deep into my hole. I moaned with pleasure as this boy’s man-sized dick filled my butt. The widest part was now past my sphincter, and my gut was stretched to accommodate the assault. Juan grabbed my round asscheeks, and began to fuck me with a steady pace. These Latino boys must be born knowing how to fuck, as he expertly slid his thick pole in and out of my quivering ass. I reached out and grabbed onto some rope that was strung out to fence in a pen, and Juan did the same. My cock was achingly hard, and I began to drip precum all over as he continued to pound away, his balls slapping against mine. Breeding the Breeder • 61

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“Señor MacGregor! It is not too much, my Gordo?” he asked me. “You keep fucking, boy! Your Gordo feels good in my ass! Fuck me, boy … fuck me like the bulls fuck the cows!” With that, he started to pick up speed, and pistoned in and out of my hole like he was possessed. I was supporting my weight with the ropes, my legs spread far apart, and he slid further underneath me, never missing a beat. I was getting the best fuck of my life, and I kept telling him, “More, Juanito! Fuck me harder! That’s it … fuck me with your big cock! Oooh, feels so good! Don’t stop!” He pounded on me for so long I was feeling dizzy, and with each thrust, he was hitting my prostate and making me drool more precum. I think I was actually cumming in short little blasts, the feeling was so intense. Sweat was pouring off both of us, and I could feel his thick penis get even more rigid. He pushed in hard with his final stroke, and yelled out, “I come, Señor! Madre de Dios! ESTA CULO BUENO!! AAAIIIEEE!!” Breeding the Breeder • 63

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He shot load after load of hot boy cream into my fucked out hole. I squeezed down hard, milking all I could get out of that teenaged cock. Without even touching myself, my own dick started to spasm, and I spewed out a huge load of my own. He stayed plugged into me as my cock finally shot the last drop I had in my balls. We were panting and holding on to the ropes for dear life. When I caught my breath, I slowly stood up, and Juan’s still-hard penis began to slide out of my worn out ass. Juan fell to the floor, still breathing hard. I stood over him, his cum leaking from my hole and running down the backs of my legs. I reached back and felt the overflow. He had shot more sperm than any of the bulls we had milked that day! I looked down at my beautiful new farm hand, and I knew this was going to be a great summer.

Taking It by Christian I laid him out on my bed, spreading his legs and sliding my fingers along his pretty, pink hole. He whimpered and bit his lip, but he didn’t stop me. In fact, he brought his right leg up along my hip and opened himself up for the tips of my two fingers. Looking into his mother’s bright green eyes, I watched Phillip’s face go from fearful to pleasured as my fingers eased into him. He gripped me with strong, virgin muscles and squirmed under me as I covered his smooth body with my hairy one. His right hand slid around my neck and pulled me down to kiss him. My fingers moved into his ass as my tongue moved into his mouth, and we both moaned into each other. “Is it going to hurt?” he asked me, his face rubbing against mine when the kiss was broken. “Yes.” I didn’t want to lie to him. I eased my fingers deeper and he whimpered again. When I was in him completely, he squirmed a bit. I began to work him open, loosening up that tight ring that would soon be hugging my cock like it was hugging my fingers. Under me, my son was making small noises and gripping at my shoulders. “When I’m inside you and you get used to me,” I whispered to him. “You’ll feel better. My cock will glide in and out of you so good, baby.” He didn’t say anything, but his body did the talking for him. After long moments of fucking him from tip to palm with my fingers, he 64 • Taking It

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relaxed and began to work his body in time with my hand. When I slid out of him, I slipped the head of my cock against his hole and his eyes widened in surprise. I didn’t stop, but I didn’t shove myself into him, either. Instead, I found a happy medium and eased the spongy head just inside the tight ring of his asshole. “Take a deep breath, baby,” I said, rubbing his stomach like I had when he was younger. “Let it out slow and easy.” When he inhaled, I waited. As he exhaled, I eased in a full inch of my dick and his face registered it. Telling him to repeat this, I managed another two inches as he began taking in measured air. He tensed and I thought he’d back out, but as I slid fully into him, my baby boy’s eyes closed and he sighed with intense pleasure. “It burns, Daddy,” he said in a low voice. “Give it time, son.” I held still, waiting to let him to decide when I should move again. Eventually, his eyes opened back up, but there was hesitation. His hand slipped down to my chest, and he gently pushed against me. I didn’t move, but I didn’t push, either. I knew what this meant. “Can we try another way?” he asked, his voice eager. I eased out of him and kissed the bridge of his nose. Smiling at him, I pulled him into my arms and brought him with me to the head of the double bed. After longer moments of kissing, petting, teasing his sweet nipples with tongue, lips and fingers, he was bone hard and oozing against my stomach. Like before, he was ready for another try. I pulled him onto me. He easily straddled my hips. My dick slid along his crack, and he reached back for it. He seemed to know what to do as he rubbed the head over his pink pucker. I watched him get to his knees. I felt him position me against himself. His eyes closed as we repeated the process of entry. This time, as he moved back on my pole, he didn’t hesitate. When his sweet little bottom finally crushed my pubic bush against my body, he sighed in contented, pleasured, accomplishment. When he opened his eyes, he smiled wide and propped himself on my chest. “I did it … I took the whole thing.” “You did, baby!” “Want me to ride you, Daddy?” he asked, squirming eagerly on me. Taking It• 65

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He knew the answer before I nodded. He was already beginning to ease himself up my shaft as I spread my legs for him. His knees bore down into the bed as his ass held my head inside him. Leaning toward me, he steadied himself before letting his body take in my shaft again. His dark hair swung back and forth as he repeated this motion slowly a few more times. I could tell by the look on his face that he hadn’t gotten to the pleasure part, yet, but he was determined. My dick was caught in his vice-like grip and it throbbed with need as my boy’s butt slid up and down me in an agonizingly slow rhythm. I’d waited so long for this, so long for him to work up from blowjobs to this, and I didn’t want to rush him. Watching his lithe, young body rear back, his dark hair toss, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure made my prick pulse inside him. He rode me in long, slow, motions so that his virgin hole could accommodate my more experienced cock. All the while, his own cock bobbed out in front of him, slapping my stomach and stringing the dark coils of hair there with his silvery stuff. It was hot to watch him lose himself in fucking his ass with my prick! He began to grind down on me, working himself with my dick, his mouth opening in small sounds of pleasure. His hands kneaded the flesh of my stomach and chest as he held himself up. When I put my hands on his hips, his eyes slowly opened and he smiled at me, drunk on the feelings he was experiencing. I smiled back. “You feel good, Daddy …” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “You feel pretty good yourself, sweet boy. Think you might let Daddy take over now?” Nodding, my son leaned down and rested his head on my chest, squeezing my cock with his tight ass muscles. I took him in my arms and rolled him over onto the bed, never pulling so much as an inch out of his tight channel. When he was under me again, I held onto him, kissing him while I set up a gentle back-and-forth rhythm into him. He moaned against me and his right leg slid up my hip again, opening him for me and my meat. “Am I a good boy, Daddy?” he asked, his mouth finding mine again. “Such a good boy …” I said as I pushed deeper into him. “Such a good … hot boy!” “Fuck me like a good boy, Daddy ….” 66 • Taking It

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My hips ground into him. I let my body press against him as I increased my pace. It was what we both wanted, and the way his ass opened for me, I knew this would become a regular thing. Our weekly blowjobs, stolen in private when my wife was out with her sister, would become weekly fuckings of his sweet asshole. Under me, my son’s body pressed upward against me and he urged me on with soft whispers and sounds. Holding him to me, I dicked that sweet hole harder with each stroke, careful not to hurt him, but also careful to make him feel every inch. Soon, his words were coming as hiccups of sound, his head was being thrown gently into the pillow, and his sweet ass was gripping my pole tighter than ever. Harder didn’t seem to be hard enough as I fucked my son for the first time. Finally, I felt the twinge in my balls, and knew I was close. As I was about to mention this to my boy, his grip on my shoulders tightened. I felt his boy-bone between us spasm and the warmth of his own orgasm spread over our stomachs. “Daddy…” he moaned, unable to say any more. “I know, baby … Daddy’s close.” “Inside me, Daddy … inside me … you promised.” I had. I had promised him that I’d pump his shithole full of mancream the first time I fucked him. Even as the tightening in my balls signaled my shooting, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. When I shoved into him for the final time, I blasted his insides with a load I’d been holding onto for the last two weeks! I grunted like a pig as I hunched into him over and over, filling his ass with my sperm. He moaned and milked my dick like a true cocksman, telling me how good it felt. I felt the last of my own orgasm finally empty out into him before I collapsed onto his warm, sweaty body. I knew as my son kissed me that this was only the beginning.

A Ride from the Garbage Man by Henry Schmidt I couldn’t believe how hot it was. The weather always started heating up near the end of May, but this year it was a real scorcher. And I hated the hot weather. The only good thing about it was that since there was no air conditioning in our old school building, school

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often got out a couple of hours early during the last few weeks of the semester. Normally, I would have been pleased to leave school early, but after the last bell had rung, I had to pee really bad. I was in the rest room as the school bus drove off, leaving me to walk all the way home, which was several miles. Mom and Dad were both still at work, so I had no choice. As hot as it had been in the classroom, it was even hotter walking down the road out of town. There were no trees for shade, and the asphalt road was soaking up the heat, making it feel like I was walking across a hot frying pan. The hot sun beat down on the top of my head, and I could feel the sweat soaking through my t-shirt. Every once in a while I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the center of my back, past the waistline of my pants and drip down into my asscrack. I was getting pretty miserable and wondered if I was ever going to make it home. The heat must have been keeping everyone else inside, because I hadn’t seen a car come down the road since I’d left school. When I heard the old truck rattling up the road behind me, I knew who it was immediately. The truck belonged to Mr. Carter. Everyone in town called him the garbage man, even though he wasn’t really a garbage man. I mean, he didn’t work for the department of sanitation or anything like that. He was the guy you’d call to come haul the junk away when you cleaned out your garage or basement or whatever. My parents had hired him a couple of times. I didn’t really know Mr. Carter – I don’t think I’d ever said more than hello to him – but like everyone in our small town, I knew who he was. I always saw him around town, at the hardware store or the gas station; places like that. He was a big man, over six feet tall, and built like a professional football player. His skin was chocolatey brown, and in the summer, everyone got to see a lot of it, because he stopped wearing shirts with his work overalls. When it got really hot, he’d tie a red bandanna around his shaved head to keep the sweat from dripping in his eyes. Looking back over my shoulder, I could see that flash of red through the windshield of his truck, even though he was still pretty far away from me. I remembered running into him a couple of days earlier at the 7/11 while I was buying a Coke and a candy bar. Even though we didn’t really know each other, he had smiled and said hello. I smiled back. I liked looking at Mr. Carter, and sometimes I’d even think about him 68 • A Ride from the Garbage Man

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and his big, bulging biceps early in the morning when I woke up with a stiff cock. Thinking about him usually made it stiffer, but it never occurred to me that he might be interested in messing around with a boy like me. As I heard his truck getting closer behind me, I got ready to give him a smile and a wave as he drove by. But he didn’t drive by. He pulled up next to me, leaned over the seat in his truck, and said out the open passenger side window, “Boy, what are you doin’ out walkin’ in this heat?” “I missed the school bus,” I told him. “Well, it’s too damn hot for you to be walking all the way home. Get in and I’ll give you a lift.” My parents had, of course, given me the lecture about taking rides from strangers, but Mr. Carter wasn’t really a stranger. Everyone in town knew him. So I climbed in the cab and sat down next to him. The bed of the truck was empty, so I knew that he had either just come from the dump, or he didn’t have any customers that day. It was cooler just being in the cab of the truck out of the hot afternoon sun. “I’m Henry,” I said. “You can call me Gabe, son,” he replied. “How’d you end up missing the bus?” “I was in the bathroom when it left,” I admitted, blushing slightly. “Well, you know what they say: when you gotta go, you gotta go,” Mr. Carter said with a chuckle. “Matter of fact, I could use a piss right now, myself.” He looked around to make sure no one would be able to see, then he got out of the truck and came around to my side. “Open the door, son.” Wide-eyed, I did as he asked. He had the open door and the truck to shield him, so he opened the fly on his overalls and pulled out the biggest penis I had ever seen. I don’t think I had ever even imagined one that big before. Instead of facing away from me to take his piss, he stood with his right side facing me, so I could see every inch of his big cock. He let loose a river of pale yellow piss, and it seemed like he went on for minutes. I knew the polite thing for me to do would have been to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to Mr. Carter’s enormous dick. As I watched, his river of piss slowed down to a trickle, then just a few spurts. Finally, he gave it a couple of shakes to get the last few drops off, pulled his foreskin back down over his cockhead and tucked A Ride from the Garbage Man • 69

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the big thing back inside his fly. He pushed the door shut, then went back around to the driver’s side of the truck and climbed back in. “Whew!” he said with a shake of his head as the truck started back down the road. “I really needed to go!” Without thinking, I said, “I could tell.” Mr. Carter laughed and said, “Yeah, you kinda liked what you saw, didn’t you, Henry?” I felt my whole face turning beet red. “Aw, it ain’t no big deal. I’m used to guys staring at it. I know it’s bigger than average. I don’t mind you lookin’.” He leaned over and gave my thigh a friendly pat. He let his hand linger there, and then I could feel him giving my leg a squeeze. “You’re a pretty big boy, son. You gonna play football in the fall?” “Nah,” I said. “Coach keeps trying to get me on the team. He says I’d make a good lineman, but it’s not really my thing.” “I know what you mean. I went through the same thing when I was your age. Everybody always expects us guys with a little extra meat on our bones to be football players.” He kept his hand on my leg, and I could feel my dick starting to get hard. When I looked over at him, I could see the big lump in his crotch starting to twitch. “You live just up the road here a piece, right?” Mr. Carter asked. “Uh … yeah. Not much farther.” “I guess your mama’s expecting you, huh?” My throat was dry. I croaked out, “Nah, she and my dad are both still at work.” “Well, how’d you like to take a ride with ol’ Gabe this afternoon, then? We could find us someplace cool and shady to … relax.” “Um … OK, I guess,” I said. A few minutes later, Mr. Carter’s truck sailed past my house and took a left turn on the lake road. We soon turned off the road, and Mr. Carter parked in a clump of trees. We sat there, looking out over the lake and enjoying the relative coolness of the shade. I noticed that Mr. Carter had his hand in his lap, and it kept grazing back an forth across the growing bulge in his crotch. My hand was in my lap, too, but I was trying to cover my hardness. After a few moments of silence, he asked me, “Henry, you ever fool around with any of your friends? Your guy friends, I mean.” “Uh … no, Gabe,” I answered. 70 • A Ride from the Garbage Man

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“But you want to, don’t you? A guy your age must be thinking about sex all the time, an’ I saw the way you was lookin’ at my cock. I can tell what you like.” As scared as I was to admit it, I said, “I guess so.” It came out as almost a whisper. “Yeah, I thought so. Well, I sure wouldn’t mind if the two of us got a little busy this afternoon. I like chunky white boys like you.” “Really?” “Hell, yes. Just take a look at this.” He popped the fly on his overalls open again, but this time when he pulled out his cock, it was rock hard. It stood up from his crotch and curved back toward his belly. It had grown so much that his foreskin had pulled all the way back from his doorknob-sized, dark brown cockhead. He reached under that big rod and pulled two huge balls out of his fly. A silvery bubble of fluid appeared at the top of his cockhead. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. The whole cab of the truck began to smell like his sweaty crotch. Mr. Carter started lazily running his hand up and down his thick cock and said, “Why don’t you get comfortable. You’d be a hell of a lot cooler if you stripped outta those jeans, boy.” I fidgeted with my belt buckle. “I … I don’t know ….” I said. “Why not? I showed you mine; now you show me yours, baby.” “It’s … um … it’s a lot smaller than yours.” Again, my voice was barely a whisper. Mr. Carter’s laugh was deep and loud. “Hell, that don’t make no difference! Most guys’ cocks are a lot smaller than mine! Get your pants off, boy. Can’t have no fun with your pants on, no matter how big your dick is!” Reassured, I unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, and soon my pants and my sweaty Jockey shorts were in a wad on the floorboard of Mr. Carter’s pickup. “That’s better,” he said. “Now turn around here, so I can get a good look at you.” I swiveled around, bringing my left leg up on the seat and spreading my right one out as far as I could so he could check me out. “Damn! That’s a fine lookin’ cock, son. I like ’em a little on the small side. Just makes mine look that much bigger and lets you know who’s in charge,” he said with a smile. He leaned over and grabbed my cock. “Goddamn, that little fucker’s just as hard as can be.” He then moved down and fondled my nuts in A Ride from the Garbage Man • 71

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his hand like he was weighing them. Finally, as he cradled my balls in his palm, his middle finger slipped back into my asscrack and found my moist, sweaty hole. I gasped as he toyed with it, using the tip of his very thick finger. He didn’t say a word; he just looked at me and a big smile spread across his face. By that time, his cock was practically jumping around in his lap. As he continued to tease my hole with his finger, he said, “Now why don’t you come over here and put those pretty pink lips on my big, fat cock?” “Yes, sir!” I said. Even I was surprised at how enthusiastic I sounded. I leaned over the truck seat and put my mouth against his big cockhead. The liquid leaking out of it was salty and kind of funky tasting, but I liked it. I wanted more, so I covered the end of his cock with my mouth. It was a bit of a stretch, but I managed to get it inside. “FUCK!” he said as my tongue ran across the underside of his knob. Then he ran one hand under me to grab my cock and the other down my back to continue playing in my moist asscrack. The more he teased my hole, the more I got into sucking that big cock of his. I was even able to get a little more into my mouth, and Mr. Carter kept murmuring, “Oh, baby. Oh, baby, suck it!” I could feel his cock getting even bigger in my mouth, and that just made me want to suck harder, but Mr. Carter reached down and pulled me off of it. “You’re about to make me pop my load, Henry, and I ain’t ready to do that yet.” “You ain’t?” I was really kind of surprised. When I jerked off, I loved shooting my spunk. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “I wanna make it last a little while. There’s no big rush.” He reached down, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and pulled it off of me. I was now completely naked, and he was still in his overalls with his cock and balls sticking up out of his fly. When he pulled me over onto his lap, the rough denim felt scratchy against my skin, but I didn’t mind. I actually kind of liked being naked while he was still fully dressed. He pulled my head down toward his, and when our lips met, he opened his mouth and shoved his big tongue inside my mouth. It felt like electricity was shooting through my body when he did that. As we kissed, he reached back behind me again, and using both of his big, rough hands, he spread my butt cheeks wide open. Again, I felt 72 • A Ride from the Garbage Man

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his finger toying with my asshole. He brought it to his mouth, and breaking our kiss for just a moment, stuck it inside and got it wet. When he brought it back to my hole, it slipped inside pretty easily. I gasped as he finger fucked my hole. In no time I was moving my ass up and down, riding his big finger. “You like that, baby? You like havin’ my finger up your tight, little ass.” “Ye … yes!” I moaned. “Oh … fuck!” I normally didn’t cuss, but it sounded so right to say fuck just then. He slipped a second finger in next to the first one. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but then it started to feel really good again. “Damn, you’re openin’ up fast. I think you might just get your little asshole fucked today.” I had heard some of the other guys at school talking about cornholing, but I didn’t think anyone really did that. It just didn’t seem possible, especially not with a great big cock like the one Mr. Carter had. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I reached back behind me, found his hard dick, placed the tip against my spasming hole and tried to sit down on it. Mr. Carter pulled his cock away from my butt and said, “Hold on, son. That ain’t the way to do it. You gotta take things slow, boy.” He had me get out of the truck, then he opened up the glove box and pulled out a white jar. He opened the passenger door and had me bend over the seat while he scooped some greasy stuff out of the jar and started working it into my asshole. The grease was really warm from being in the glove box all day, and I liked the way it made my hole feel. I could tell I was opening up more, but when Mr. Carter announced that he had four fingers up inside me, I was surprised. “I think you’re ready for my cock, baby,” he said. “What do you think? You ready for ol’ Gabe to turn your shithole into a boypussy?” The nastier he talked, the more I wanted it, “Fuck, yeah,” I said. “Fuck my fuckin’ pussy.” He slapped my ass kind of hard, laughed, and said, “Fuckin’ pig,” with one of his deep chuckles. I looked over my shoulder to see him rubbing grease all over his big, uncut pole. I bent back over and stuck my ass out farther. “Yeah, baby,” he growled, “stick it out for me.” A Ride from the Garbage Man • 73

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