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

Handjobs September 1999 ™

Collecting Naked Men Letters Dad’s Juicy One Encounter in a Fitting Room

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Hot for Mitch by Nick Truckstop Suckboy by Uncle Kent Open Wide for Daddy by Richard Messinger Uncle’s Bad Advice Beach Boy by Rolando Mérido Me and Uncle Wes by Trevor J. Callahan, Jr. Aloha from Hawaii by T.G. Kyle’s Brother by Darrel Valentine’s Barny the Hobo Boy Basic Boy Training by Montana Horny Seattle Boy My First Time with Randy Handjobs Reader 3 Personals Ads Handjobs Order Form

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Copyright © 1999 by Avenue Services, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the publisher, Avenue Services, Inc., a gay-owned and operated business. Published monthly by Avenue Services, Inc., PO Box 23219, Seattle, WA 981020519. Handjobs is a trademark of Avenue Services, Inc. This magazine is in compliance with the so-called “Child Protection Act of 1995”. No responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited material. All rights in letters sent to Handjobs will be treated unconditionally assigned for publication and copyright purposes and are subject to Handjob’s right to edit and comment upon editorially. Safe and sane sexual behavior is encouraged by the publisher. The publisher, editor and contributors to Handjobs cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that results from proper or improper application of information imparted or ideas generated by material in Handjobs. Handjobs is designed to be used only as an aid for masturbation. Any similarity between people and places in the fiction in Handjobs and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as “boy” or “son”, all characters in the fiction of Handjobs are 18 years of age or older. It may be against the law to have sexual intercourse with people under the age of 18, but we do print memoirs of men talking about their own boyhood experiences. Printed in the US.

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Collecting Naked Men

Twenty-five years ago a small shop called The Magazine opened in San Francisco. On the edge of the “Tenderloin” in the gay Polk Street neighborhood, it started out with cardboard boxes full of old photos, piles of Life and Vogue and old movie fan magazines, and a large assortment of used pornography and erotica. The idea was to give both casual readers and serious collectors a place to trade in their old material for something new (or, conversely trade in their new material for something old). Over the years since then the shop has expanded and moved twice within the same area. Now permanently established in a handsomely wood-paneled optometrist’s shop built in the 1920’s, the period interior is appropriate for the vast collection of old magazines of every description, with the shop space about evenly divided between “regular” magazines on fashion, sports, movies, music, etc., and adult magazines and books, both straight and gay. The proprietors of the shop, Trent and Bob, have a large archive of prints and photographs, with a special concentration on male erotic images and vintage physique photography. They also have an ongoing interest in preserving, identifying, and making this material available through publication. They have been involved in the recent series of books published by Janssen Publishers of South Africa called American Photography of the Male Nude 1940-1970. The series now includes volumes on Bruce of Los Angeles, Lon of New York, Dave Martin of San Francisco, Douglas of Detroit and the latest title, Milo of Los Angeles. They recently organized an archive of negatives of the early work of Bruce Bellas (before he moved to Los Angeles from Nebraska) consisting of casual and erotic pictures of men he picked up on the road and often photographed in hotel rooms. This work will be published in Fall 1999 by Janssen with the title The Naked Heartland. According to Trent and Bob there are easily a dozen other American physique photographers who deserve to be included in the Janssen series and they are currently working to secure rights and material to create volumes on Bob Mizer of AMG, Don Whitman’s Western Photography Guild, and the legendary Al Urban. The first hurdle in doing such books is locating enough vintage images in good condition for repro4 • Collecting Naked Men


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duction and in securing the rights to do so (where any clear ownership of rights can be established). The second big problem is finding biographical and historical information about these photographers and their work. Although Lon and Dave Martin are alive, Douglas of Detroit died in February, 1999 at age 81, and Bruce and Milo passed away many years ago. Most of the physique photographers who began their careers in the late 1930s and early ’40s are octogenarians now, if they have survived, and many suffered through difficult personal and legal troubles in the repressive 1950s (ironically, a time of great innovation and creativity in this field). Now, much of this important artistic and social history is being lost forever as those with firsthand knowledge of it disappear. While gay archives have sprung up around the country in recent years, there is not one devoted exclusively to physique photography or even taking a special interest in this field. For this reason, The Magazine has begun an archive of both photographs and physique magazines with which to research, identify and document these images. They are always seeking photos to buy or borrow, and they encourage older collectors to record their memories and experiences regarding this subject, especially if they knew any photographers personally. Whether someone has a single photograph or a collection, they are urged to make sure these are not lost or destroyed. Anyone with photos or magazines to sell, or who think they have physique photographs suitable for inclusion in a book, are invited to contact: The Magazine 920 Larkin Street San Francisco, CA 94109-7113 The phone number is (415) 441-7737 Mon-Sat from 12 noon to 7 pm. Please mention that you read this in Handjobs.

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Letters Dear Handjobs: Love the stories, drawings, the whole Magazine. • NC Dear Handjobs: Keep up the good work, besides other things, too! • IN Dear Handjobs: I’ve never jacked off so much as when I read Handjobs Anthology 5. The illustrations on pages 117 and 177 really get me off. They remind me of myself, as I love to suck cock also. There’s nothing I like better than to suck a big cock or asshole. I am sixty-five with nine inches. • OH Dear Handjobs: I was rather stunned to read in recent issues that some of my compatriots were expressing an interest in Bud O’Donnell. I thought it was obvious to all that his smile was not only directed at me but also only for me! • IL Dear Handjobs: Thanks for the great jack-off sessions! I love finding Handjobs in my mailbox every month. • CA Dear Handjobs: Thanks for another hot priest story in the August 1999 issue, Bless Me Father Part 2 by Timothy Denver. Also I see the priest visits the farm again in Rolando Mérida’s Everyone Visits the Farm. Valentine’s Barny the Hobo Boy was amusing. Roger continues his lusty orgasmic illustrations for Military School and On the Way Home. Your six page pictorial story, Luke Gets Ready for Daddy, was quite an innovative surprise! Who were the models for Luke and Daddy and the photographer with the erotic eye? Let’s have more of these. Red Hot Trucker, I Love a Romp with Daddy, Uncle Jeff’s Spanking, Best Service in Town with Craig Esposito’s excellent illustration helped to make it one of your best issues ever! A real ball buster! • NY Dear Handjobs: This issue (August 1999) is so hot I got blisters on my fingers just from turning the pages. Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. • NY Dear Handjobs: Just wanted to let you guys know you have a great mag! I received my August issue on the 23rd of July and had read it cover to cover by the 24th! Your service is also outstanding! I tried to get into your website and needed an adult pass but your alternative was given to me within ten minutes of e-mailing you. How did you do that? Thanks again for the hot mag and the great service. Keep it “up”. • eMail Dear Handjobs: As one of your biggest fans and most ardent subscribers, congrats on the hot, hot July 1999 issue. Listen, I’ve got a quick query: are any of the Julius story books till available? Like: Daddy Gander’s Treasure Chest, The Bavarian Chronicles, 6 • Letters


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etc. I’d love to own all of his collected works. His artwork is unparalleled in its erotic power as far as I’m concerned. If these tomes are outof-print (say it ain’t so!), are used copies ever available as collector’s items? Help me please. I’m an avid Julius freak! • eMail Handjobs Reply: We are afraid it is so. The Julius story books are sold out and out of print. The only way you are going to get one is by finding one in a used book store or getting one from another reader. Dear Handjobs: The Doing It story in the July 1999 issue has to be one of the most erotic stories of all time!! I loved it. My cup runneth over. • eMail Dear Handjobs: The past couple of months has me in a daddy/son relationship with a young intern from work. He’s a computer geek and I’m the regional sales manager and computer illiterate which is how we became involved. He’s 6’2”, 200 lbs – not exactly a hard body, but a nice thick uncut cock and delectable ass. He loves getting fucked and I do my best to keep him satisfied. He keeps his body clean shaven, which really turns me on and helps give him the illusion of being “just a boy”. We enjoy reading your tales of man and boy sex together. Keep up the good work! • WI Dear Handjobs: Continued outstanding fiction! • IL Dear Handjobs: Please have some more stories like Doing It by M. E. C. (July 1999). The dad and son jerking off together was really a turn on! In fact, when the boy straddled the father’s leg and the hairs tickled his nuts, I lost my load at the same time the son did. I guess I’m a jerk off nut, but that was one hot story. • NC Dear Handjobs: I love reading the exciting stories in your sexy magazine. Especially the ones involving guys getting sperm squirted on their lips and in their mouths. I also like stories about licking and French kissing a guys asshole. • CT Dear Handjobs: I enjoy reading your magazine. You should know how useful Handjobs is for me to learn English. I find some of your stories interesting, some of them not. I like the magazine format and size. I’ve been recently reading Rolando Mérida’s bilingual stories. What I dislike of Rolando’s stories is that sometimes they’re told so fast, as if they were cut due to lack of space. Some other times there are too many characters in the same tale and the action goes too fast, like in “The Circus” series. I know it’s impossible to please everyone, but personally, I feel offended when a hot story features priests. In real life a priest wouldn’t tolerate this kind of activity. It’s true that some priests are hypocrites and practice these things, but is it really necessary to include them as characters? I do think it is illogical to fantasize about these men, whose profesLetters • 7


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sion is related to spirituality, and who, by the way, are always against homosexuality. Anyone who fantasizes this way is out of his mind. One of the things I like the most about Handjobs is the illustrations. Of course I have my favorites: I love William Given, Roger and Douglas. I hope to see more of Nicolas Mann, and Tom Banks. I think Rod Shows’ drawings are artistic, but not exciting. Where are the men of color? There are no Black main characters. One or two perhaps from time to time, but nothing to compare to the white daddies and boys. I’d like to see someday a Danny Glover type character! Please publish more truckers and rural stories. Keep up the good work. • Mexico

Dad’s Juicy One

School had just started up again and already I was in the principal’s office waiting for Dad to pick me up. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in trouble this school year and now they had called Dad and told him I was going to be suspended the rest of the week. I wouldn’t have minded so much if I had done something worthy of suspension like knocking out another kid, or putting a nail on Mrs. Wutherby’s chair, but I’d been caught beating off in the gym john by that wussy Gomer, of all kids. And to top it off, he saw that I was spying on the coach, who was in the shower. The little squirt had climbed up onto the toilet in the neighboring stall and peeked over the divider. I threatened to punch his lights out if he ever told anyone, but that didn’t do any good. I was so embarrassed when Dad showed up and I had to listen to the principal tell him why they were sending me home. Dad didn’t say anything to me all the way home. “Dad, I try to be good – honest, I do – but it’s so hard,” I confessed when we got home. “I know, son,” Dad said and patted my head. “I know you try hard. But you know, son, maybe you try too hard.” “What do you mean, Dad?” I asked a bit puzzled. “You may find it strange, but I don’t think you did anything wrong. Why, what you did was perfectly natural for a boy your age,” Dad calmly said. “It’s the school and that weeny principal who’ve got it all wrong,” Dad said. Man, was I ever relieved to hear Dad say that. “So, tell me, son, just how often do you whack that dick of yours?” he asked. “Oh, two or three times a day,” I confessed. “Not bad,” he said. “There isn’t anything wrong with that. It’s good to get that spunk flowing when you’re young.” 8 • Dad’s Juicy One


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I wanted to ask Dad why it was good to get the spunk flowing, but I wasn’t in a frame of mind to disagree. “Do you mind showing me your dick? I’d like to see what kind of man my boy’s become.” I was taken aback by Dad’s forthright request and stood there dumfounded. “Hey, there’s no reason to be embarrassed, son,” Dad said. “I changed your wet diapers and wiped your shitty ass when you were a baby. And besides, our dicks probably look a lot alike. What do you say we both get naked and have a good time?” I still couldn’t believe what Dad was saying, but the more he talked, the more I liked what he had to say. Finally I managed to mumble, “Sure, Dad.” “Good,” he said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go to your room.” Once we were inside my bedroom, Dad began undressing and I did the same. Soon we were down to just our underwear, and it was obvious that both of us were already quite excited. I loved the big bulge that he had in his shorts. I pulled my jockeys down and my stiff dick jutted out in front of me. Dad slipped his briefs off and stood right in front of me so that our two dicks rubbed together. “See, it’s clear we both like this,” Dad said. He reached down and took hold of my dick and squeezed it. “Feels good to have another man touch you, doesn’t it, son?” I nodded. “Next time you get all horny and need to whack off, you come see me. Better yet, maybe we should do this on a regular basis so you don’t get so horny at school.” Oh, yeah! That sounded good to me. Dad knelt down and rubbed his face against my dick. Then he pulled my cock down and licked it all over before stuffing it into his mouth. Man, that felt even better than whacking it, myself. He grabbed hold of my hips and moved me up against my bed so I could sit down. He spread my legs with his hands and and took hold of my balls while he worked his mouth up and down my dick. His mouth was so hot and wet and slick inside. I was too excited to last very long, and when Dad pulled on my nuts, I came in his mouth. It was so intense a feeling that my spunk sprayed out of my dick and down Dad’s throat. I had to lie back and let my body shake the sensations out of me. When I calmed down, Dad took my dick out of his mouth and stood up. “Not bad, son, not bad,” he said with a sly grin. “Would you like to give it a go?” he asked. Dad’s Juicy One • 9


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“Sure, Dad,” I agreed. I eagerly jumped off the bed and knelt down. Dad sat on the corner of the bed and spread his legs over the sides. His hard cock was swollen and rose up over his hairy balls. I could practically see the blood coursing through the veiny shaft. His cock swayed with excitement. “Wrap your fingers around the base, son,” he said. I did and the moment I touched his shaft Dad let out a deep moan. “I’ve been waiting for a long time to feel your fingers around my cock. You can’t imagine how good they feel,” Dad said with a loving look. I had never been happier in all my life. It was warm in the bedroom and Dad’s musky crotch smells wafted against my face. I was in hog heaven. “I’m sure glad at least one of my sons loves manmeat. There isn’t anything in the world that tastes quite like a nice, juicy cock. If you’re satisfied with cock there’s no need to go pussy chasing, son. At least with dick you don’t have to worry about getting anyone pregnant.” I didn’t question Dad. I was too enthralled with his cock to wonder if he was ever unhappy about having had a family. I brought my face as close to Dad’s cock as I could. I loved the look and smell of it. I let it brush against my nose and my lips. The tip was getting moist, so I licked it. Dad’s juice was real slippery and tasted as rich as it smelled. You can imagine what it made my heart do. “Lick the whole head, son,” Dad said. “Then take it into your mouth. Swallow as much as you can,” he told me. I looked in his eyes as I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his juicy fruit. Once I got his head into my mouth, I closed my lips around it and let the plump bulb throb on my tongue. I squeezed it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and milked it good. A steady stream of slippery goop slid down my throat. “Fuck, yeah,” Dad sighed. “Doesn’t that taste good?” he moaned. “I can remember the first time I got to suck on a cock,” Dad said. “I was a bit younger than you and I was helping your Great Uncle Lyman pitch hay. He caught me looking at his cock when he took a piss. He took me aside into the woods and let me really look at his tube,” Dad told me. “Too bad he passed away before you could really get to know him. He had a real juicy piece of meat and he loved to suck as much as get sucked. I’m sure he would have enjoyed having your face between his legs,” Dad sighed. Dad took hold of my head and pulled my face into his crotch, forcing his shaft down my throat. When I started to gag, he whispered, “Just relax, boy. Open your throat a bit and let some air get through.” I listened carefully to his instructions and found that I could breathe even with his throbbing shaft filling my throat. Getting caught in school turned out to be a blessing in disguise after all. 10 • Dad’s Juicy One


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After a few moments, Dad pulled his cock out of my throat. “Not bad for a beginner, son,” he praised me. “Not bad at all. You ready to taste some nice, thick cream?” I eagerly nodded. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it against my face. “Just watching my dick up against your face is so hot, boy,” Dad moaned. “Suck it a bit more, son.” I chowed down on Dad’s cock again and could feel he was getting close to shooting. His breathing became very intense and just before he shot, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Later he told me that he had wanted to watch his cum shooting on my face. His first spray shot above my lips and landed on my cheek. I immediately pulled his cockhead right in front of my gaping mouth so the following shots could squirt inside me. I was dying to taste his cum. True to his word, his cum was very thick. I drank every drop of it and slid the extra that had landed on my cheek into my mouth. I even licked the drops that had fallen onto the bed. I was not about to waste any. Dad pulled me up onto the bed next to him and we cuddled together for a long time while he told me all about my Great Uncle Lyman and all the other men and boys Dad had fooled around with. I never went to school horny again. Dad’s Juicy One • 11


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Encounter in a Fitting Room by Cal Tompkins

Cal didn’t feel he could ever be as cool as the other boys because of the way he had to dress. He wasn’t allowed to wear jeans or sweatpants; his daddy wanted him to dress in slacks or khakis. And today, after practice, he was told to go to a wholesaler that his dad knew to be fitted with trousers for the coming year. It was after five when Cal arrived. The secretary and the stock boy had already left, but Mr. Lehman, the owner, didn’t mind how late it was. He greeted Cal warmly and told him to go into the fitting room in the back. Cal was nervous and his heart was beating fast. He didn’t know Mr. Lehman, but the older man seemed to know him. When they shook hands, Cal looked up at the silver haired gentleman. He noticed how big and strong the man’s hands were. It made Cal feel even smaller than his 5’ 6”, 120 pound self. Mr. Lehman was probably 6’ l” tall. Cal couldn’t tell how heavy he was in his fine, dark suit, but he could tell the man was in good shape. “You look like about a 24” waist,” Mr. Lehman said. “I don’t know what we have in so small a size.” Cal felt even smaller than he was. He was feeling itchy all over, hoping this would go smoothly and quickly. Mr. Lehman sensed his discomfort. “Don’t you worry, son,” he said to Cal. “We’ll get you fixed up with something that looks just fine.” He smiled at Cal and pinched his cheek. Cal blushed. “Just to make sure, let me measure your waist.” This was more of an order than a request. Mr. Lehman took a cloth tape-measure and walked over to Cal. He laced his arms around Cal, and put the tapemeasure around his waist. He slid the tape back and forth, tickling Cal and making him squirm. “Stand still for me, boy,” he said. “Yes, sir.” Cal said. Then Mr. Lehman moved close to read the measurement. With Mr. Lehman standing so close to him, Cal could feel the man’s heat. He could feel Mr. Lehman’s large hands touching him. Cal’s head was swimming. “Just relax,” the older man said, “and I’ll be right back with a couple of things for you to try on.” Cal looked around at the dressing room for the first time. There were a few pinups on the wall. One showed a girl in a bikini who looked small and helpless in the arms of a muscle man, who was also in a skimpy bikini. Another showed an oiled body builder in a thong. Cal walked over to look at a poster of a super handsome male model in his underwear. Mr. Lehman had come back and Cal could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “Isn’t that one something?” he asked. “Yeah,” Cal said, but he wasn’t sure what the man meant. 12 • Encounter in a Fitting Room


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“Here, try these on,” he said, and gave Cal a pair of khakis to try on. Mr. Lehman stepped back a few feet and sat on a bench. Cal felt like he was on display. He took off his shoes and pants, and was embarrassed by his old underpants. They were almost threadbare. They were too small and the elastic was shot. For some reason his dick was swollen and he hurried into the khakis before Mr. Lehman could notice it trying to stick out. When he had the pants on Mr. Lehman motioned him to come forward. Then the strong man helped Cal step up on the bench. “Let’s see how they fit!” he said. Mr. Lehman felt inside the waistband to see how much room there was. He pulled down on the crotch to see if they fit. “They seem to fit but it’s hard to tell in your, uh… present state,” he said. Cal had been found out. “Turn around so I can see how they fit in the backside.” Cal twirled around for the man. Mr. Lehman tugged and pulled on the fabric. Then he felt the shape of Cal’s ass with his large hands. Cal was having trouble standing up he was so dizzy. Mr. Lehman kept feeling the roundness of Cal’s butt. “Very nice,” he said. When Cal turned around to face him again, Mr. Lehman couldn’t help seeing his boner and smiled knowingly. “Well, if that zipper doesn’t break from that hardon of yours, it must be a really good zipper.” Cal was proud of his dick, and happy that Mr. Lehman liked it, too. Mr. Lehman playfully began zipping and unzipping the pants. Cal loved the way he could feel the zipper running up and down on his erection through his underpants. When a wet spot of precum appeared in his underwear, Cal and Mr. Lehman both looked down at it and then looked at each other. Mr. Lehman unbuttoned Cal’s pants, and in one movement had them and his underpants down at his ankles. Cal’s dick was hard and twitching, and the air felt good on it. Cal thought his cock was pretty big when it was hard, but Mr. Lehman smiled and said, “You have a cute prick. Let me show you what a real mancock looks like. Mr. Lehman unzipped his pants and unfurled his penis. For the first time Cal knew what it meant to call a cock a firehose. Mr. Lehman’s thing was really long and still getting harder! And it was bigger around than Cal ever imagined a cock could be. Cal surprised himself by exclaiming, “What a big piece of meat you have.” He admired the older man’s cock, and for the first time wanted to touch someone else’s shlong. “That’s it, boy,” Mr. Lehman said as Cal stroked his enormous manmeat. Cal had to use both hands. He couldn’t control himself as he grabbed it, kissed it and licked it. Encounter in a Fitting Room • 13


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Cal was worshiping the older man’s huge cock like it was a religious object. He was imagining all the other people who had sucked it all the times it had been hard in the many, many years of Mr. Lehman’s life. He was in love with Mr. Lehman’s assertiveness and experience. “This is what I want you to do,” Mr. Lehman told Cal, “rub your hardon against me.” Cal stood on the bench and rubbed his cock against Mr. Lehman like a dog. At the same time the gentleman excited the younger guy’s nipples with his thumbs and his teeth. An electric current ran from Cal’s tits to his anus. He felt his nipples harden and his asshole open. He felt so warm down there. As he started arching his back and sticking his butt further out, Mr. Lehman began working his tits with his tongue. His large, knowing hands slid to Cal’s butt cheeks, pulling them apart. Something deep inside Cal naturally knew what to do. He rolled his hips so his asshole was pointing to Mr. Lehman’s upthrust cock. His asshole felt warm and wide open. The strong older man took Cal in his hands as if he were as light as a feather, and lowered him onto his cock. Cal felt complete with the enormous dick inside him. It was full of masculine life and hot as a poker. The warmth filled Cal’s entire being. He felt sweet, like hot dripping honey. His own cock was larger and harder than it had ever been. With each twitch of his cock, Cal’s asshole was gripping and releasing Mr. Lehman’s massive meat. “You’re a good boy,” he told the lad. Cal was happy and fulfilled to be pleasing such an experienced man. Cal was suspended in the air, held in Mr. Lehman’s arms and riding his massive pole. He slid his tight ass up and down, working the older man’s cock toward orgasm. Sweating and moaning, Mr. Lehman reached the point of no return. As Mr. Lehman filled him with gob after gob or hot spurting jism, Cal’s body dissolved in spasming warmth. Cal came more spunk than he ever had before, all over his lover’s stomach. The man lifted him off his softening cock and moved his face to the mess he had made. “Clean this up,” he ordered, and Cal slurped up his own cum. “You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you, boy,” Mr. Lehman laughed. “Oh, yes, yes,” Cal desperately answered. “Then don’t tell anybody about our little fitting today. And you better come back next week; we only had time for you to try on one pair of pants today.”

Hot for Mitch by Nick Mitchell is my older brother Tom’s best friend. My folks used to say he was full of piss and vinegar. He spent nearly as much time at our 14 • Hot for Mitch


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house as he did at his own home. He said his parents were always fighting and didn’t care where he was anyway. I developed a crush on Mitch right around the time I was learning about what was happening down between my legs. When I started jacking off it was always to some image of Mitch. One morning, I woke up from a wet dream and realized my thoughts had been about my brother’s friend. He was a couple years older than Tom. Mitch had failed a couple of grades so they were now in the same class. That’s how they became friends. They started hanging out together. Tom let Mitch copy some of his homework, so he was at our house a lot. He slept over once and Tom snuck some beer up to our room. He and Mitch got tipsy, started playing strip poker, and were soon down to their underwear. I thought this would be my chance to see him naked. I quietly stared at his mostly naked torso, while pinching my prick. I got to see my brother naked all the time. It was no big deal. Except that lately, I had begun to notice how big and thick his cock had become. Mitch won the poker game, so Tom had to remove his undies. I was sure hoping Mitch would, too, but he just curled up and fell asleep, still in his jockeys. I stayed awake and beat off looking at Mitch’s swollen dick through his briefs. I always had this feeling that Mitch somehow thought of me as his little brother as well. To my brother I was just a pest, but Mitch didn’t seem to mind. He would often stand up for me when Tom was sick of me hanging out with them. He would put his arm around me, drawing me close to him to comfort my hurt feelings. I got really excited when my brother saved up and bought a cheap set of barbells and some weights. He said that he and Mitch were going to be working out together. I had visions of the both of them shirtless, sweating, half naked. My bubble was burst when Tom said they would be using their friend Jim’s garage to set up their homemade gym. I begged and begged Tom to let me be a part of their workouts. Mitch overheard my pleading and talked Tom into letting me work out with them occasionally. He also said I could help clean up the garage to make room for the mats, and barbell equipment. The following Saturday was a hot day, and we were all in just our shorts and t-shirts. Mitch took off his shirt, and I could see and smell how sweaty he was getting. He already had a fine mat of chest hair and it looked moist and inviting. I was wishing I could touch it, just to see how it felt against my slim, sensitive finger tips. I took off my t-shirt, imitating Mitch. Suddenly I had to pee. I asked Jim if it would be OK to go in the house and use the bathroom. Mitch interrupted, and said use the one over there in the corner. I had seen it, but figured it wasn’t used because it just sat right out in the open. No partition or anything. Hot for Mitch • 15


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Jim said, “Sure go ahead, me and my dad use it all the time.” I felt self-conscious standing there with my dick out so all of them could see me. I knew Tom wasn’t paying any attention but I caught both Jim and Mitch looking over at me. Mitch even winked and pretended like he was shaking his pecker after taking a piss. I couldn’t get any pee to come out and was blushing. Mitch said something about my being pee-shy. That made it even worse. Tom called me a big baby, and that embarrassed me more. Mitch walked over and came right up behind me. “He just needs to relax is all,” he said, sort of leaning in against me. As he massaged my shoulder, I started to get a boner. I could feel the soft hairs on his chest and stomach against my bare skin. Mitch was now looking over my shoulder and saw my hardon. He started to giggle. “No wonder,”he said, “Nicky’s got a hardon!” Both Tom and Jim looked over and started laughing. Before I knew what was happening, Mitch reached around taking a hold of the base of my stiff erection just below where my fingers held it. “You just have to beat off first, little buddy,” he instructed and started stroking my stiff pecker. It was like I was in a trance, feeling Mitch’s body draped over mine and his hot fingers touching my boycock. I was overwhelmed by the whole strange situation. I could feel Mitch’s cock grow hard against my backside, as he continued to fist my throbbing prick. I felt my body tense and prepare for a mind boggling orgasm. I was fighting to hold it back, but I was too far gone to stop. Within seconds I started to quiver and shake. I automatically leaned back against Mitch to support my body as my pulsing prick started oozing thick jizz. First, it ran all over my small dickhead, coating it. Then, almost immediately, long strands of sperm started flying out of my pisshole and landed on and around the cold, white toilet bowl. “Fuck! You guys see that?” Mitch shouted. I could feel him humping me. His cock slid up and down the crack of my firm buns. Even through our clothes, I could feel how hard and large it felt. As my breathing returned to normal, I turned enough to see that Jim had his hand inside his shorts and was stroking himself. My brother just stood with an astonished look on his face. I glanced down and saw that he, too, had a bulge in his gym shorts. Mitch wasted no time. He swiftly pulled my shorts down exposing my bare ass. With the same hand that had just jacked me off, he pulled his own cock free. I immediately felt him fisting his hardon. His free hand reached around my waist again and he fondled my still hard prick and smooth balls. Within a short time Jim had freed his cock and was openly jacking off, watching as Mitch jerked off against my naked butt. Tom was squeezing his erection through his shorts, his eyes glued to the hot sight of his friend playing with his little brother and jerking off on his smooth butt cheeks. 16 • Hot for Mitch


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I looked over to check out Jim's cock. It was hard and wet. Precum dripped from the tip. Jim’s eyes squinted as his body curled and his head tilted back. You could read the state of his arousal in his face. “Ohhh, Shit! I’mmm cumming!” I heard Mitch yell out. Mitch and Jim both started moaning at the same time. I could feel Mitch’s throbbing cock, frantically jerking and bumping into my exposed ass cheeks. Jim let out a loud groan, as his dick spewed thick jets of jizz. He was shivering and jerking as his balls unleased his pent up load. Then I felt the first hot spurts of Mitch’s cream landing on my bare skin. It pooled, then ran down the sides of my soft butt. Mitch continued to moan and spasm, sliding his shooting cock across my cum coated ass. It was like I was in shock, not believing what had just happened. As Mitch lovingly smeared his cum all around on the soft skin of my asscheeks, I looked over to see what Tom was doing. He was staring down at the huge wet spot in the crotch of his nylon shorts. He looked up and saw the rest of us staring at him. His face was first blank, then suddenly he broke into a grin, followed by a big smile. All four of us started laughing out loud. Mitch was the first to strip off his clothes. He flopped down on one of the new exercise mats we had just put down on the floor. Jim followed his lead and took off his shirt and shorts too. We all started laughing again, seeing Tom standing there bewildered with his big, wet cum stain showing. Tom ripped his sticky, cum-soaked shorts off, and we all flopped down on the mat. The scent of fresh cum still permeated the air. Mitch was feeling frisky and started wrestling around with Jim. I was getting excited again seeing them roll around naked. I watched their cocks rub against each other’s bare skin. Sometimes their pricks even touched. I noticed my brother’s cock was starting to swell. I realized he was turned on by the site of his friends wrestling nude as well. I instantly got another boner. Mitch saw my newly aroused state, and playfully reached over and swatted my hardon as Jim tried to pin him to the mat. I tingled with elation from his attention. I noticed that both Mitch and Jim’s cocks were growing again. Soon, all four of us had full blown erections. I was sure glad I hadn’t missed out on being a part of this. Seeing my brother and his friends naked and with hardons was far more exciting than I had imagined. Unexpectedly, Mitch broke free and sat up. His big rod was sticking straight up in the air. A drop of precum set invitingly on the tip of the large, heart-shaped head. Still kneeling at the edge of the mat, I stared at Mitch. Especially at his beautiful, enticing and imposing organ. He looked up at me. Hot for Mitch • 17


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“Come over here, Nicky!” he demanded. He spread his legs, to make room for me. “Turn about is fair play. It’s your turn to jack me off!” He said. Jim’s eye’s lit up and Tom sat silent, a little dumbfounded that Mitch was being so suggestive and bold. However, he didn’t interfere. The thought flashed through my mind that he might get off seeing his little brother stroke his best friends cock. I wasted no time in responding to Mitch’s request. I wasn’t going to give anyone the chance to suggest that I shouldn’t do this. My pecker bobbed excitedly as I sat between his hairy legs, my own thighs brushing against his thick ones. Mitch took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. I shivered with delight as my hand wrapped around the meaty shaft. Mitch guided my hand up and down a few strokes, showing me how he liked it. The soft skin moved freely around the solid, hot shaft. I couldn’t believe I was actually touching his manhood. Precum was seeping out of my prick. Jim was already beating off as he watched us. My brother was hard as a rock and held on to his dick very tightly to keep himself from cumming. Mitch reached over scooped up some of my precum with his thumb. He brought it right up under my nose. I could smell it. Then he gently ran the sticky substance across my lower lip. “Lick it off,” he instructed me. I was fisting his cock and increased my strokes, as I licked my lips, tasting my precum. Jim crawled closer, jerking furiously on his own pulsing member. Tom was now openly fisting his dick as he watched our display. He was obviously enjoying it and scooted closer, until he was right next to Jim. Mitch repeatedly took my precum and spread it on my lips, then went to his own cockhead and brought a drop of his precum to my mouth. My eyes were wide, as he pressed his thumb past my lips into my mouth. “Suck it, Nicky,” he suggested. I did, and savored the taste of his spunk. Mitch did it several times as I fisted his throbbing column. I saw that Jim had courageously reached over and was now jacking my brother off . Mitch leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “You like tasting my sperm, Nicky?” I nodded an instant “Yes.” I felt his cock pulse rapidly, then he tensed and moaned as cum flew from it, coating my hand. Suddenly, one of Mitch’s hands wrapped around the back of my head. He pulled me forward and pressed my face down onto his spurting shaft. My lips wrapped around the big knob and I took the balance of his hot, tasty load in my mouth, swallowing it all. His hands held my head, but it wasn’t necessary. I lapped and licked his cock for any remaining dab of cream he could feed me. As 18 • Hot for Mitch


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Mitch was cumming he rubbed the pink knob of my dick between his thumb and forefinger. I coated his fingers with my jizz. When I raised up, licking my lips, I saw that my brother was also cumming. Jim had brought him to a resounding ejaculation. Then I noticed that Tom had gotten brave enough to return Jim’s favor. He was stroking Jim who, within seconds also shot strands of creamy ball juice out across the mat. We all lay exhausted for a while. Then for no reason at all, we started to snicker and everyone broke out in full laughter. Jim soon got up, and suggested we all shower before his folks came back from shopping. He offered Tom a dry pair of shorts to wear home. Lucky for me, I got invited to all the guy’s future workouts. Soon I was sucking off both Mitch and Jim. Last Saturday they even convinced me to suck off my brother, but I really didn’t need much convincing!

Truckstop Suckboy by Uncle Kent I went out after work on Friday night to one of the local gay bars. It was very boring and slow, so I decided to go hang out at the other hot spot, the Liberty Truckstop. There is a great book store there; lots of action, a very busy place. I walked into the dark arcade area; it was fairly busy that night. I was walking around and saw this tall man walk out of the bathroom. He was about 6’3” and had a thick build. He was in his late 40’s, not fat, and he had a full salt and pepper beard and mustache. His black boots looked like they were for work, not for show, and his tight jeans outlined a nice bulge. He had a big chest under his Levi’s jacket. As he walked toward me, I gave him a nod and stood by my favorite stall: the one with the hole in the wall. He sauntered up to the next stall and walked in. I knew he was mine at that point. I could hear him dropping a lot of quarters into the slot, so I knew he was there to play. I ran into the adjoining booth and started feeding my own quarters into the video machine. He was quick to unzip his fly and out came a big fat cock, all warm looking and spitting out goo. I took a hit off my poppers, fell to my knees and put my mouth to the hole. I could smell the cum on the floor and the scent of men on the wall. Then I felt his wet cockhead push through the hole; warm, salty, throbbing and growing as I swallowed it into my throat. I was dizzy with lust, milking him, teasing his cum out of those furry nuts. He started to rock back and forth sliding his cock in and out of my hungry throat. I could hear his wallet chain and his keys rhythmically beating against the wall, sending me into a trance. My mouth was pressed up against the hole getting it wet, cleaning off the wall from the last man that had his cock there. Truckstop Suckboy • 19


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He pulled out of my mouth and I stuck my tongue through the hole as far as it would reach. I was rewarded with his cock slapping at my gaping mouth. He stepped back and pushed his fingers into my mouth through the dirty, wet cock hole. I could smell his bush and taste his piss and grease on them. I sucked until he withdrew them, then I replaced it with my own ample pecker. I felt his beard and mustache rub all around the tip before he completely engulfed my hard boycock. He took as much of it as he could with the barrier between us. My cock could not take it any longer and I had to pull out. I had planned on getting this trucker in the back of his rig, and I was not going to blow my load so soon. When I looked back through the hole, he was bent over and had his ass pushed up against the opening. My tongue wasted no time in exploring his furry cheeks. I tried with all my might to get my tongue up between his bubble butt, but I couldn’t. I had a plan up my sleeve. My quarters ran out and I had a feeling if I waited long enough I could lure him into one of the non-holed booths along the wall. It worked, He came out and walked across to one of the empty booths and left the door open. As I entered, he grabbed me. Pulling me close, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth. My knees went weak and I was down on the floor within seconds, with my mouth open and his large cock sliding down my throat. He held the back of my head and fucked my face. His foreskin was now free to move up and down on the shaft and I took my time at the tip, working my tongue under it, sucking and chewing, as I went back down. I was rewarded with his cock snot every time he pushed down my throat. He pulled back out of my throat and let the head of his cock rest on my tongue. My mouth was full of his precum. He reached down and pushed back into my open mouth. Next he grabbed my head and spun around giving me access to his ass. I reached up and spread his hard ass cheeks and dove into his hairy, pink hole. My mustache was covered with spit, cock snot, the smell of the wall and his crotch. His hole opened up and I got it nice and wet and clean. What a privilege to give such total service to a hard working man in his time of need. I was in heaven. He pulled me up to my feet once again. Then he asked if I would like to come out to his truck with him. I nodded yes and followed him out like a puppy in heat. We climbed up into his Volvo rig. I could feel it vibrate and shudder, the sound of the CB filled the cab. It was such a turn on to hear other men talking on the radio while we knelt there in the sleeper kissing and taking off our clothes. 20 • Truckstop Suckboy


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He was the first to lie down and I jumped right in between his legs to once again nurse on his drooling cock. I offered him my poppers and he took them; then his cock really started to drip. As I slid down to his hairy asshole, his knees shot up to his chest in record time, giving me full access to his hot hole, now wet and clean from the bath I had given it in the booth. He jerked off while I stuck my tongue deep inside. (I don’t know why truckers always like getting their holes sucked, but I’m glad they do.) His hairy balls were bouncing off my nose. I couldn’t resist, I had to have them in my mouth too. First the left, then the right. I had a mouth full of trucker daddy balls, then his cock fell right between my eyes. Goo pumped out and ran down my nose. We were one joined at the balls and mouth, the way a boy should be joined to his dad. His hands were once again holding my shaved head as he moaned and groaned out loud. I was rubbing my fat boycock on his hairy leg giving him another kind of bath. He pulled his nuts out of my mouth and stood bent over my mouth presenting his hole to me. I was on my back now, head back through his legs over the edge of the sleeper, he held me in place as he fucked his fist with his cock. He took a big hit off the little brown bottle and pushed my head further back down. He swung around just in time to feed me his thick hot load, fucking me with long, hard, fast strokes all the way down my throat. My cock exploded in my hand. He was standing over me and got it right in the middle of his chest and belly. I kept shooting and ropes of my cum also landed on my head and face. The last squirt fell on my belly. He stood over me, still feeding me his hard twitching cock, rubbing my load into my head and belly. After he pulled out and joined me on the sleeper, I returned the favor by licking my cum off his chest while fingering his ass. Once I heard the roar of his engine and the CB again, I was released from my trance. It was time for us to part. I gave him a big wet kiss as I slid out of the truck with a shit eating grin on my face.

Open Wide for Daddy by Richard Messinger I really like it when Dad fucks me. It drives me crazy the way he grinds his hips in circles so that the tip of his cock touches every square inch of my asshole. The only problem is getting Dad’s cock up my ass in the first place. You see, my daddy has a really fat cock, and to make matters worse … well, my butt hole isn’t exactly the loosest. Daddy just busted my cherry a couple of months ago, and since then our sex together has been all about trying to stretch my hole to make it big enough for Daddy. Open Wide for Daddy • 21


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I had been trying. I know that Dad wanted to slam his cock right into me, but he knew that I was having trouble taking the whole thing, so he was always very gentle. He took his time eating my ass out, loosening me up with his thick fingers, slathering my butt with the greasiest lubes, doing everything he could to relax my tight little hole. Dad had been a military man (he still has the old jarhead buzzcut to prove that, only now there’s more gray in it than when he was a buck private) and he knew that it sometimes takes a little time and planning to get the job done right. But he was also one horny fucker and he really didn’t like to be kept waiting when he wanted to fuck my hot ass. Finally, Daddy hit upon an answer. A friend of his from work was going to Amsterdam for vacation. Dad told me that when he got back, he would be bringing the solution to all our problems. I had a week to wonder what it was. Dad wasn’t talking. He would only say that it would be a surprise and that I would like it as much as he would. Well, it was one hell of a horny week for both of us. Daddy had decided that we wouldn’t lay so much as a finger on each other for the entire week. I felt like I was being punished at first, but then I noticed that Dad’s big old pecker was almost constantly standing up hard under his furry beer gut. He wanted to fuck as much as I did, but he knew that if we waited it would be better. Dad’s friend got back on Thursday afternoon, so they would see each other at work on Friday. That meant that Friday night would be the night. I went to school Friday morning, but ended up cutting most of my classes. How could I concentrate on Advanced Algebra when I knew that in a few hours my daddy was going to be plowing my butt like never before? I really wanted to go home and whack off, but I held off. I went down to the local truck stop, had something to eat, and checked out all the hot truckers. They were men like my dad. Big guys with big guts, big arms, big shoulders, and more than a few had a big bulge in the crotch of their jeans. I got home a few minutes before Dad was due. After checking out all those hot men I was about to go crazy from horniness. I stripped stark naked and lay face down on Dad’s bed. Pretty soon, I heard Dad come in. He stopped at the doorway to his bedroom, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him groping at his fly. “Now, that’s what I like to see. My bare-assed boy face down and waiting for his daddy’s fat cock.” He stripped down and joined me on the bed, lying down on top of me. His cock drooled precum into my asscrack and his beard tickled the back of my neck. “Daddy brought you a present,” he whispered in my ear. 22 • Open Wide for Daddy


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He dangled a little brown bottle in front of my face and asked, “You know what this is, boy?” “Poppers?” I said. I had heard of them, but I hadn’t tried them. I thought they were just something the disco boys snorted while they were dancing. “You bet!” Daddy answered. “But these are the real thing, all the way from Amsterdam. Not that ‘Video Head Cleaner’ shit they sell nowadays.” “What do they do, Daddy?” “They open your ass and turn it into a sloppy little boycunt for your old man. Try a hit.” He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. At first I thought it smelled kind of rotten, but soon it made me feel really sexy and I started to grind my ass up into Daddy’s crotch. Dad said that they must be good, if they were already having that effect on me. “Yeah. You’re feeling like Daddy’s dirty little boy, now. You’re starting to want it, aren’t you?” “Oh, God, yeah, Dad,” I said as I rolled over underneath him and spread my legs. Our two hard peckers pressed together as I threw my arms around my old man’s neck and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. We mashed our faces together, and he ran his big hands all over my body – up under my arms, pinching my nipples, and finally moving down to pull my asscheeks apart. “Oh, Dad … play with my ass.” He kneaded the cheeks of my bubble butt and ran his fingers lightly up and down my crack, being careful to completely avoid my hole. He was driving me crazy. “Before we get down to business, why don’t you chew Daddy’s cock for a little bit?” he said as he crawled up and stuck his fat cock in my face. “Can I have some more poppers, Dad?” I asked. The first hit had started to wear off and I loved the way they made me feel like the dirtiest little boy in the world. He held the bottle for me again and pinched my left nostril shut. I took a good long hit with my right nostril and then did the same with my left. Wow! I dove mouth first into Dad’s crotch. As I was giving him a good suck, I looked up and watched him take a couple of hits off the bottle. I was going cock-suck crazy on Dad’s dick. I may have started to go a little overboard, because the old man had to grab a handful of my hair and pull me off his cock. I was just a little disappointed until he redirected my mouth to his low hanging nuts. While I was licking and sucking first one big bull ball and then the other into my mouth, I got the bright idea to give his asshole a good tonguing. I slid further back between Dad’s legs and stuck my tongue right up his ass, pulling on his hips to get him to sit directly on my face. Open Wide for Daddy • 23


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By now my cock was really drooling. I could feel the precum puddling up on my stomach and running down my sides in sticky little rivers. I wasn’t the only one precumming up a storm. Dad’s cock was drooling heavily, too. Only his fuck-slick was dripping in my hair, mixing with my sweat to plaster it to my forehead. It didn’t take much longer for Dad to say, “How ’bout it, boy? You think you’re ready to take your old pop’s cock? Lemme check out your ass.” He reached back between my legs, moving my cock and balls to the side as he stuck a couple of thick, rough fingers into my hole. This time he met with no resistance. In fact, my ass practically sucked his fingers in. “Yeah, boy! You’re fuckin’ ready all right. Here, take another hit and then feel that wide open hole.” Dad “fed” me another hit of the poppers, then guided my hand to my ass. I couldn’t believe it! My butt, which had always been so tight, was relaxed and completely open. It was a big turn on for me to run my own fingers in and out of my ass as I looked up into my big daddy’s eyes. He smiled down at me, looking very happy and proud of me. “See,” he said, “wide open.” “Oh, God, Daddy! You were right. It’s a big ol’ sloppy boycunt now. It’s incredible.” I immediately wanted Dad’s cock up my butt. No, I NEEDED my daddy’s cock up my butt. “Fuck me, Pop. I need to be fucked by you. Please give me your cock; shove it right up my ass.” “How could I turn down such a charming invitation?” he joked as he lifted my legs up on his shoulders. “So you need Big Daddy’s fat one, huh?” He placed the head at my hot, wet opening. “Well, here ya go, kid. Open wide for Daddy!” He shoved the whole thing into me in one quick thrust. A week ago it probably would have killed me, but thanks to the poppers, it slid right in without even any lube! I went crazy on Dad’s dick. I bucked up and down and bounced my ass against his crotch. His big low hangers slapped against my asscheeks, giving me a little spanking as I fucked myself on that huge ass reamer. Somehow I managed to rub my prostate with the head of Dad’s cock, making the precum spurt out of my piss slit as if I was already cumming. I wasn’t far from it, and neither was Dad. He grabbed my hips with his big tattooed arms and held me still. It was quite a struggle, but he eventually managed to get me under control. He held me there for several minutes, saying, “Hold on, son. God damn! It’s too good a job to rush. Daddy’s up inside now and he wants to stay there for a while and enjoy his boy’s hot new cunt. Settle down for a minute; let’s make it last. OK, son?” I was slowly coming back down to earth. I looked up past his silverhaired torso and into his eyes. We smiled at each other. Dad was right, 24 • Open Wide for Daddy


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I wanted this fuck to last as long as he did. I knew that once I popped my load, it would all be over. Dad grabbed my left ankle, slowly lifting my leg, and rolled me over without ever taking his cock out of my butt hole. I felt like a pig on a spit. When I was splayed out on my stomach, with my legs spread on either side of his big thighs, he slowly lowered himself, covering my entire body. We lay like that for quite a while. I gave his fat dick intermittent squeezes with my sphincter muscles as it basted in my asshole. After a little bit I began to feel the slightest movement from his dick. He was starting, very slowly, to thrust up into me. Each lunge was a little stronger than the one that came before it. He was gradually picking up speed. “Uh … Uh … Uh … Oh, Dad … Yeah. Fuck! Uh … Uh … UH … Shit!” “Yeah, son. Dad’s makin’ ya grunt, huh? You Daddy’s little grunter? Daddy’s little fuckin’ grunt boy? Lemme hear it, son. C’mon, grunt for your old man.” “Oh, Fuck! Daddy, it feels so good. UH … Shove it in, Pop. Shove it up my ass. Fuck me!” We must have gone on like that for a good twenty minutes – Dad slipping me his meat and me grunting uncontrollably underneath him. He really knew how to throw a fuck and I was glad that he was finally teaching me the proper way to take one. Before long, Dad was back up on his knees, thrusting deeper into my up-turned ass, while he held me down with one big paw firmly planted in the small of my back. We were both covered in sweat. I could feel it dripping off Daddy’s forehead and onto my asscheeks and the backs of my thighs. Pop bent over, sliding a hand under my stomach, and lifted me up on my knees. He wrapped his big mitt around my hard cock and gave it a squeeze. “Ya like this, Grunter? Ya like takin’ a cock like a man for a change?” “UH … Yessir … UH …,” I responded. “Good man!” “OH, FUCK! Daddy, lemme sit on it, please. Lemme sit on it and beat off.” “OK, babe. I guess you earned it.” Dad pulled his cock out of my ass with a wet pop. He spread out on the bed and put his hands back behind his head. I found the bottle of poppers in the wrinkled mess of sheets and blankets and took a last couple of snorts before squatting down on my dad’s hefty boyfucker. Oh, man! Did that ever do the trick! I bounced up and down, fucking myself like I’d never been fucked before. It was fantastic. I looked down at Dad’s face and he smiled back up at me. “Go ’head, Grunter. Let it fly.” Open Wide for Daddy • 25


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That was all I needed – his permission. “OH FUCK, DADDY. I’M SHOOTIN’! I’M FUCKIN’ SHOOTIN’! UH … UH …UH …” The first blast landed on the wall, behind Daddy’s head. The next landed in his sliver flattop; the next streaked across his bearded face and the final shots coated his chest. I fell forward on top of him, landing in my cock snot. As I kissed his boycum-covered face, I felt that thick root up my ass start to twitch. He was unloading in my butt and moaning into my mouth. His orgasms were always a lot quieter than mine, but no less intense. I lay in his arms as his pecker softened and slid out of my stretched out asshole. As I reached back to feel my wet, sloppy boycunt, Daddy said, “Well, Grunt, whaddaya think of assfuckin’ on poppers?” “Fuckin’ fantastic, Pop,” I said. “Fuckin’ fantastic!”

Uncle’s Bad Advice

Nothing much would have happened that summer if my Uncle Bixon hadn’t given me some bad advice. You see, Uncle Bixon, was a lot younger than my dad, and my older brother and I hung out a lot with him. He had a really cool convertible and he’d take us out for long rides in the country. Well, one afternoon when my older brother was busy with Suzy Appleberry (I didn’t like her and I couldn’t see why my brother thought she was neat) Uncle Bixon came along in his car and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. “Sure,” I said. “I ain’t got anything to do anyway. My stinking brother is off with you-know-who.” Uncle Bixon just laughed as I hopped into his car next to him. Once we got out into the country and onto the open road I realized that being alone with Uncle Bixon was a lot of fun. I quickly changed my mind about Suzy Appleberry. My brother could spend all his time with her as far as I was concerned. Uncle Bixon drove way out this time, past Lumberman’s peak and up into the Saddlestitch Meadows. We took some out of the way country lanes I’d never seen. I was so happy, and when Uncle Bixon leaned forward to give my leg a squeeze I felt really good. “Want to go for a swim?” Uncle Bixon asked. “OK,” I said. “I know just the place,” he said with a sly smile. When he smiled like that it always meant we were in for some fun. My heart started to beat faster. At Peach-Pumpkin Crossing he made a left and we ended up in the woods high above a stream. He parked in the shade and lead me down through the trees to a secluded pool surrounded by huge boulders. Once we were by the pool he stripped buck naked. I’d seen him naked a few 26 • Uncle’s Bad Advice


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times before and since he never wore underwear, I’d seen his big balls even more times, so I knew what to expect. My balls weren’t so big, so I was a bit embarrased to be naked next to him, but I tried not to show it. After all, I loved being naked, too. We had a blast swimming in the cool water. When we were cooled off, we hauled out onto a sunny boulder to dry our bodies in the summer sun. It was then that Uncle Bixon gave me some really bad advice. We were talking about girls and things and I asked him, “Bixon, do you think my balls will ever get as big as yours?” “Sure, Sandy,” he said. “You just need to leave them alone for a while and let them fill up.” “Fill up?” I asked. “You know, when they get all hard like this,” he said stroking his cock and making it all stiff, “and then you play with it and squirt the white stuff,” he said as he stroked his hard prick. “I guess,” I said trying to hide my excitement. Of course my dick was hard, too. In fact it had been hard half the time we were swimming. “If you want your balls to get as big as mine,” Uncle Bixon explained as he cupped his balls, “you’ve got to let them fill up from time to time so they stretch out nice and big. Here, feel them,” he instructed. I timidly felt his heavy nuts. “Once they’re big like this, they fill up nice and full so when you do squirt, you squirt a lot.” I still had my hands on his nuts and he was jerking his cock faster and faster. “Pull on my nuts, Sandy. That’s it, pull on them,” he gasped. I did everything he told me and soon he let out a moan and squirted gobs and gobs of white cream all over my hands. He shot more stuff than would ever fit in my smaller balls. My sticky fingers felt my balls and rolled them around. Uncle Bixon sat up and felt my balls, too. “Tell you what, Sandy. Let’s empty those nuts and then you let them alone and let them fill up so they start stretching nice and good.” I started to stroke my stiffy, but Uncle Bixon pulled my hands off my dick and wrapped his fingers around my woody. “Sit back and enjoy it, Sandy,” he said softly. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as my uncle deftly stroked my tingly rod. Then he began licking it and then he even put the whole thing into his mouth. It didn’t take me long to shoot at all. I was glad he didn’t get to see it ’cause I knew it wasn’t near as much as his load. When he dropped me off later that evening, I made a solemn vow to not touch myself until my balls were as big as Uncle Bixon’s. I normally pumped myself several times a day so I tried to calculate just how many days I should wait before my balls would become as big as Uncle Bixon’s. At school, I filled a test tube with fluid to estimate just how many milliliters one of my loads were. At home, I found a good 28 • Uncle’s Bad Advice


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size egg which was about the size of one of Uncle Bixon’s balls and got Mr. Henry, our math teacher, to help me calculate the number of milliliters that were in the egg. From there I estimated how many loads it would take to fill the egg. I allowed myself about that many days for my nuts to start swelling. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. Every night I measured my balls with a tape measure but no matter how full they got, my balls didn’t budge a hair. It was so hard not touching myself. Then when I woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming about Uncle Bixon and his cock I was horrified to see that I’d emptied my balls. There was sticky stuff all over my crotch and sheets. I was so bummed out. I thought that there was something wrong with my nuts and that they couldn’t stretch. I began to despair. My dad realized something was wrong with me. “You OK, son?” he asked when he saw my downtrodden expression the next day. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I murmured. When my attitude didn’t change, he came into my bedroom one evening and asked again, “What’s the matter, son?” He had to pry but eventually I broke down and blurted out everything. Before I could finish, my dad broke out laughing. “That shithead,” he said laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, Sandy,” he eventually sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with your nuts.” He tussled my hair and then said, “Where’s your tape measure.” I got my tape measure. Dad stood up and dropped his trousers and briefs. Then he took his cock and pulled it up so his balls were clearly visible. “Go ahead and measure them,” he told me. I was very nervous. I’d never seen Dad’s cock and balls up so close. I knelt down in front of him and took hold of one of his nuts. I was surprised to find out that it wasn’t nearly as big as Uncle Bixon’s. Carefully, I wrapped the measuring tape around it and was amazed to find out that it was only a tad bigger than mine. “See, son,” Dad said when he saw my face light up. “There’s nothing wrong with your balls. Your Uncle Bixon just happens to have some extra big ones. Your balls won’t get any bigger just by letting them fill up. Uncle Bixon was just playing a trick.” I let go of Dad’s nuts and he let his cock hang free, only it didn’t go down very far. It only came down a bit and I saw it swell and get all fat and then it kept rising until it was standing all the way up. Dad didn’t say a thing when I took hold of it and felt it all over. In fact he looked down at me and asked, “You like that, son?” I just nodded. Dad sat on the edge of my bed and spread his legs. I took all the time I wanted exploring his shaft, his nice cockhead, and his balls. I was relieved that his wasn’t much bigger than mine. 30 • Uncle’s Bad Advice


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When I began licking his shaft, he moaned and asked, “Who taught you how to do that?” “Uncle Bixon,” I confessed. “I should have known,” he gasped. “At least he taught you something useful,” Dad said with a pleasing smile. He leaned back on the bed and I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, just as Uncle Bixon had done to me at the pond. As I sucked on Dad, I stroked my shaft. Man, did it ever feel good to stroke myself again. Dad held my head down when his cock got all juicy and sweet. He pressed my head against his thigh and warm, hairy belly. His fur rubbed against my cheeks. I loved swallowing as much of his shaft as I could. When my jaw became tired, I let most of his cock slip out of my mouth and I took my time just sucking on the tip of his juicy cock head. I explored his pisshole with my tongue. All the while I stroked my dripping dick. There were so many times when I was on the verge of exploding, but I wanted my time with Dad to last as long as possible. Each time I got close to shooting, I let go of my dick and let it throb between my legs until it quieted down enough that I could touch it without cumming. “Did Uncle Bixon teach you how to shove a cock up an asshole?” Dad asked as he gasped. “No,” I truthfully replied. “Good, at least we can learn something together.” I reached for my butt hole and felt how tight and small it was. How in the world could I ever get something as fat as Dad’s cock up inside? Out of curiosity I also felt Dad’s asshole to see if it was any looser than mine. He loved it when I pried the tip of my finger against his butt hole. It was almost as tight as mine. “How do you get a cock up there?” I bluntly asked Dad. He let out a soft laugh and said, “You first grease it up and then just slide it in slowly. It’s not as difficult as you might think it is. We’ll try it soon,” he added. “And maybe for the first time, we’ll put our cocks up your Uncle Bixon’s butt. That should teach him not to fill you with silly ideas.” It all sounded so exciting to me. Dad’s cockhead was so juicy now and when he started breathing really heavy and moaning very loudly, his juices turned so creamy and suddenly he let out a gasp and filled my mouth with gobs of his delicious cum. I was so excited by then that I quickly filled my hand full of my spunk. I loved the way the smell of our cum drenched my bedroom. You can believe me when I tell you that I swallowed every last drop of Dad’s hearty load. I’ll have to tell you next time how Dad showed me how to get my dick up Uncle Bixon’s tight butt.

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Hey, wait, Travis. Let’s take a break. Oye, Travis, detente aquí. Descansemos tantito.

What? What’s going on? Do you need to piss? ¿Qué pasa? ¿Vas a orinar?

No, don’t tell me. No, no me lo digas. Oh, yes, I do. Can we …? Pues sí. ¿No podríamos…?

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Yes, cousin, stroke it! Así, primo ¡jálatela! Mmmh…

…but … this needs more attention, you know … … pero … hace falto algo, ¿no crees?

How long ago did you see the beach? I’m glad we can jack off together here, man … ¿Hace cuánto tiempo que fuiste a la playa? Me gusta masturbarme contigo, cabrón …

Yeah, man! Let’s go for it! !Sí! ¡Hagámoslo!

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You really think we’ll find some nice buns, uh? ¿En serio crees que habrá buenas nalgas por aquí? Look over there! Nomás mira ahí.

We’ve got a winner, cousin. Tenemos un ganador, primo.

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Nothing to draw, boy? ¿No tienes qué dibujar, chico?

How about two big, daddy models for you? ¿Qué tal si dos papis posaran para ti solo, eh?

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Uh…please don’t move sir, I’m not experienced at this. Eh…no se mueva tanto, señor; soy novato en esto…

I’ve never done this before… Nunca antes hice esto…

It’s our first time as models, too, boy. You tell us how to keep these from shaking. Nosotros también, amiguito. Deberás hacer algo para inmovilizar esto.

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up your legs. ¡Sí, pero se me ocurre algo mejor! ¡Tírate en

la arena, niño! ¡Levanta las piernas!

Oh, yeah! A hot pussy couldn’t be better! ¡Excelente! ¡Ni una perra lo haría mejo!

C’mon, cousin, let’s enjoy this beach boy!

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Travis, there’s no better way to enjoy the beach, uh? This one’s hot! ¡Qué manera de disfrutar de la playa, Travis! !Esto chiquito está hirviendooo!

Sorry, Trevor, I’m so horny that I’ll do something for my very first time!

Lo siento, Trevor, pero estoy tan caliente que haré algo novedoso…

What? Oh, yeahh! Suck him! Rim me!!

¿Qué…? ¡Ay, qué rico! ¡Chúpasela!! ¡Dedéame el chiquito!!!

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Me and Uncle Wes by Trevor J. Callahan, Jr. When I was a kid, my parents picked up stakes and moved us all to West Virginia. I hated the thought of moving to the middle of nowhere, and sure enough, when we got there, I discovered that our closest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away! With no other kids in the neighborhood to play with, I resigned myself to long, boring summers of yard work and watching TV. As I grew older, I turned my household chores into a small landscaping business, mostly just mowing the lawns of our neighbors for some extra cash. My favorite yard to mow was that of my Uncle Wes. He wasn’t really my uncle, but I’d been calling him that ever since I had moved there. I really liked Uncle Wes; everybody did. He was a great guy, and a lot of fun to be around. Every time I went over there he gave me an ice-cold beer (even though he wasn’t supposed to) and always gave me an extra-big tip for mowing his lawn. Sometimes I went over just to visit him even when his lawn didn’t need mowing, and the two of us would just sit and have a beer, shooting the shit until my mom started calling around trying find out where the hell I was. As I got ready to graduate from high school I knew I wanted to get the hell out of West Virginia, so I applied to schools all over the country, finally deciding to go to one in New York. I went away to college and had a blast, but when summer came, I knew I’d have to go home. I wasn’t looking forward to it, and delayed it as long as I could, but finally, I had taken my last final and caught a plane back to West Virginia. My mother and father were glad to see me. “And you should go visit your Uncle Wes,” my mom said. “He’s been missing you.” So I climbed in my small pick-up and headed on down to Uncle Wes’ place. Uncle Wes was in his garage busy working on a car. I leaned over the hood and shouted right in his ear, “Hey, Uncle Wes!” He jumped a mile before turning around with a big grin. “You little shithead,” he said, grabbing me in his arms and engulfing me in a big bear hug. “You scared the crap out of me. Come on, let’s go in the house and grab a beer.” We walked into his living room. I sat down on the couch and Uncle Wes went to get the beers. I watched as he walked towards the kitchen. He was a big man, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He had thick, dark hair with just a few streaks of gray, a thick, full mustache, and big brown eyes. Right now, he was wearing mechanic’s coveralls, and I could tell by the dark chest hair peeping out over the zipper of his outfit that he must not have anything on underneath but some underwear. I felt my cock slowly stirring in my shorts. I had discovered at college how hot guys can be, and even though I had never realized it, my Uncle Wes was definitely a stud. Me and Uncle Wes • 41


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Wes sat down next to me, squeezed my knee and asked me how college was. I felt my cock growing more between my legs and tried to wriggle my now obvious stiffy down the leg of my shorts. It was too late – He had seen my hardon. “Well, geez, Trevor,” he said, “what have they been teaching you at that college up there?” Embarrassed, I shrugged, “Nothing, Uncle Wes,” I lied. He stared at my hardening cock. “Well, that ain’t nothing there, boy,” he said. “That looks like a pretty hard prick to me.” I watched as Uncle Wes reached over and grabbed my stiff cock in one of his rough, brawny hands. He squeezed it hard, and my cock grew even stiffer. “Yeah, that’s one big piece of meat, boy,” he said. “Why don’t you show Uncle Wes the whole thing.” I was dying to show my cock to Uncle Wes. I quickly whipped off my shirt. Uncle Wes rubbed his big hands over my strong pecs and flat abs. “That’s nice,” he said. Uncle Wes’ other hand was snaking its way up my shorts, until it wrapped around the head of my cock. Already, precum was oozing out of my hole. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and I moaned loudly. It felt so good.

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Wes quickly took my shorts and underwear off. My cock was now fully thick and hard as his hand slowly stroked my shaft. “Nice, boy,” he whispered, and lowered his lips down to my crotch. He put the head of my cock in his mouth. Uncle Wes was an expert cocksucker; his tongue flicked over my piss slit, and with long, slow strokes, he had soon slicked up my entire hot shaft. With one hand he roughly grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. “Oh, Uncle Wes,” I moaned again and again, my hand rubbing furiously in his hair as his head bobbed up and down on my cock again and again. Just as I was about to shoot, Uncle Wes stopped. He stood before me and with one slow motion, he unzipped his mechanic’s outfit. I watched as his hairy, hairy torso was slowly revealed to me. I rubbed my hand over his thick chest, my fingers entwined in his dark, lush hair. I squeezed his nips hard. Lower the zipper went, until I finally saw the wild tangle of Uncle Wes’ pubic hairs and realized with a start that he wasn’t even wearing underwear. An instant later Uncle Wes was standing before me naked with a huge, throbbing hard-on, wearing only the black leather motorcycle boots that he always wore in his garage. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen! It was easily nine inches long, thick and fat, pulsing with cum. And I thought I had a big dick! I wrapped one hand around it, my fingers barely touching, as Uncle Wes slowly pushed me to my knees in front of him. “Suck it,” he said, as he guided my eager mouth towards his hot, thick cock. I placed the head of his cock in my mouth and thought I was going to shoot right there. Uncle Wes had the hottest cock I had ever sucked. He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to slowly fuck my face. My mouth and throat filled again and again with his thick, hot cock. “Suck it. Suck it, boy,” he kept saying. I gagged several times, but I always recovered; I wanted nothing more than to suck Uncle Wes’ cock until he shot a huge wad of cum down my throat. Wes finally stopped fucking my mouth, pulled his cock out and shoved my entire face into his sweaty, smelly crotch. I opened my mouth wide and sucked on his huge, hairy balls, licking the sweat and grime off of them eagerly. Wes then had me lick his whole hairy body clean. My tongue eagerly licked at his hairy chest, his dank, smelly pits, and finally, every inch of his hairy ass. “You are such a good boy,” Uncle Wes told me, motioning me to lean over the couch. I knew what was coming next, and boy, my ass tingled for it! Uncle Wes knelt behind me and began eagerly licking out my own tight hole. He slapped my round, smooth ass cheeks until they were red, while his tongue moistened and tickled my hot pulsing hole. Then he stood up behind me. I could hear the tearing of a condom Me and Uncle Wes • 43


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wrapper. “Are you ready, boy?” he asked, but before I could even say yes, Uncle Wes had already plunged his cock into my hot, waiting ass. I had never been fucked by such a huge piece of meat before. When his cock rammed into my hole, I screamed, “Uncle Wes! Ahhhh!” He was merciless, drilling my ass and plowing his cock again and again into my tight hole. “Fuck me, Uncle Wes, fuck me hard - yeah!” Uncle Wes reached around and grabbed my cock in his hand, jerking it in rhythm to his fucking. It didn’t take me long. “I’m gonna shoot, Uncle Wes, I’m gonna cum!” He kept fucking me hard. “Cum, boy,” he said. “Blow your load for Uncle Wes.” I shot just then. Huge wads of sticky, hot cum blew from my cock, all over the couch. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Uncle Wes said. “I’m cumming too, boy, I’m cumming, too, I – AHHHH!” Uncle Wes whipped his cock out of my stretched and aching hole and ripped off the condom. He whirled me around and forced me to the floor just in time for him to cum all over my face. I watched as glob after glob of Uncle Wes’ cum poured forth from his huge throbbing cock. My face and chest got covered with his hot cum. A few stray loads went in my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed them as Uncle Wes unloaded a bucketful of cum all over me. When he was finally done cumming, Uncle Wes took three fingers and scooped all of the cum off of my body. He then shoved the fingers in my mouth and I eagerly lapped up the rest of his cum. Then he did the same with the cum I had spewed all over the couch, and I swallowed a big wad of my own cum as well. Afterwards, we sprawled together on the couch finishing our beers. We were naked, our legs and arms entwined, my head resting on Uncle Wes’ hairy chest, my hands playing with his heavy balls. “When do you go back to school, boy?” he asked me. “August,” I replied. “And it’s May now,” Uncle Wes said. “Good. I got four months to teach you a whole lot of stuff.” I bent over to put Uncle Wes’ stiffening cock back in my mouth. “I can’t wait,” I said before I filled my mouth with his huge, sweaty prick.

Aloha from Hawaii by T. G. The Son My father and I were on vacation on Hawaii. Mom had to work, but she was going to join us the next day to spend four days of the vacation with us. Hawaii was awesome! We rented a little cottage at the beach. One bedroom with two beds, a little kitchen and a bathroom. It was 44 • Aloha from Hawaii


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enough, since mom would be only around for a few days. We also figured that it wouldn’t hurt to save some money. We spent just a little time at the beach on our first day, choosing instead to walk around in the area where we stayed. We were totally exhausted when we returned to our cottage. It was HOT! We lay down on the cotton sheets, too tired to even take showers. Finally I got undressed and took my shower, feeling much better afterwards. I came into the bedroom with my towel around my waist. Daddy was still lying there. I brought him a cold drink and took off his shoes. He moaned in pleasure as I jumped onto the bed. This was his signal and he got up to take a shower, too. He’s a real man, quite goodlooking with broad shoulders, a hairy chest and very muscular arms and legs. His cock bounced and swang back and forth as he walked to the shower. I was already under the cool cotton sheets when he came back into the room, rubbing his wet hair. He climbed into his own bed. It was still quite early, but we were both exhausted. He said, “’Night, son,” and turned off the light. In a little bit, his breathing slowed. A few minutes later, he was asleep. I slept a little bit, too, but woke up after some time, because Daddy was moving around in his bed, grumbling something and kicking his sheet off. The moonlight from outside poured in through the windows, making the room light enough for me to admire his beautiful physique. Daddy’s square jawbones gave his face a very masculine look; not beautiful, but fucking hot. I walked over to his bed, moving my hand to his chest and passing it lightly over the tips of his hair downwards to his balls. His cock seemed to become a little bit thicker and his balls rolled around in their loose sac. “Wow! That’s a big one! Should I touch it?” I thought. I couldn’t resist. The blood rushed out of my brain and into my cock. I couldn’t think anymore. I was already so horny that I was shivering. My dick was hard as a rock. I gently touched the shaft of his cock, wrapping my fingers around it, always checking to make sure he was still asleep. I Let my hand glide up and down, just a little bit at first, then faster. I had to taste it. I had to have it in my mouth. I wanted him so badly. I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the head. I was so worked up, I didn’t know what to do. I was licking down the shaft when I felt Daddy’s hand on my head. He pushed me downwards; up and down, furiously now. I grabbed the base of his cock with my hand, sucking and pumping it simultaneously. I rubbed his chest and caressed his big nipples with two of my fingers. Daddy opened his legs wider and shot his load into my mouth, crying out, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, God, I’m cumming!” I was so horny, I drank all his semen; so horny, I came without even touching my cock. OHHHH YEEAAHHH!!! Aloha from Hawaii • 45


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The Daddy I woke up and thought about what had happened last night. I couldn’t believe my son had started the whole thing. I said to myself, “My boy is grown up now. He’s not my little baby anymore. He’s become a very handsome guy.” I admired his youthful body, his cute face and those sweaty curls as he slept next to me. After getting dressed, I kissed him and said “I love you.” He opened his gray eyes, smiled and answered “I love you, too, Daddy”. We spent the day at the beach. My wife had arrived earlier that afternoon and was lying on the bed, still in her business dress, when we returned to the cottage. We welcomed her, each giving her a big hug. I sent my son to the grocery store to buy some fruit. My wife was horny and wanted to get fucked. I fucked her really good, all the while thinking of my son. 46 • Aloha from Hawaii


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She wanted to take it up the ass. I told her to get up on her hands and knees. As I lubed my cock and inserted it into her hole, I saw my son. He was standing outside, watching us through a crack in the blinds. How long had he been there? I didn’t care. The thought of him watching us fuck made my cock harder than it had ever been before. I fucked her furiously. Then, thinking of our audience, I shot a huge cum load deep inside my wife’s ass. Later, when I checked the wall under the window, I could see where my boy had sprayed his cum against the siding. We enjoyed the time she spent with us, spending our days sight seeing and going to the beach. I was a little unhappy to see her go. But after we returned from taking her to the airport, my son crawled into bed with me and hugged me. He started playing with my cock and lubing it with his luscious lips. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I couldn’t resist him. I opened my eyes when I felt his silky, tight asshole slipping over my fully erect dick. He had already lubed his opening and slowly inserted my cock, taking just the tip at first. He had his eyes closed. Pleasure and pain flashed over his face. He got up and greased my dick with a thick layer of lube. He climbed back on top of me, straddling my cock and slowly inserting the whole length into his tight, virgin hole. As he sat there, slowly rocking back and forth on my dick, I kissed all the places I could reach on him. He bent down, our lips found each other and our tongues met. He started moving up and down, sliding my cock in and out of his hole.“Yes, Daddy, yes!” he cried out, joyously. I started humping him. We fucked in every conceivable position. I pressed him against me; held him; he sat on my lap; and finally, I laid him on his back, fucking him with long strokes, as he jacked his cock. He shook his head to the left and right, crying little screams of pleasure as he came closer and closer to his climax. I unloaded up inside him, shooting again and again. I had no sooner finished creaming his butt, than he was ready to pop. He pumped out a huge load that I eventually licked off his little belly. My cum dripped out of his hole. I kissed him. He looked proud of himself. “Good boy....”

Kyle’s Brother by Darrel When we were seniors, my buddies and I always looked forward to overnight beer parties. Many of us had older brothers who would buy us some beer in exchange for a few favors. One friend, Kyle, had an older brother named Larry, who was very attractive and mature looking. I liked his hairy arms, five o’clock shadow, and masculine features. Kyle’s Brother • 47


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Most guys his age were already married or going steady, but he seemed to be a loner. Kyle once told me that he had to blow Larry to get him to buy him beer. My entire body started to tingle in the same way it did when I beat off. I started firing questions, one after the other. The other guys just laughed it off, like Kyle had just made that up. Somehow I wasn’t so sure, and actually wanted to believe differently. I liked to visualize Kyle sucking his big brother’s mancock. I couldn’t get the idea of Kyle blowing Larry out of mind, so I came up with a plan. I got the guys together and suggested we have a party that very week, on Friday night. Kyle had mentioned his parents were out of town. That meant their family room would be available for our beer bust and I knew Kyle would automatically volunteer to have us over. During the week I kept asking Kyle if his brother would be there on Friday. Kyle assured me his brother was always around when his parents were gone. I then went to work on my own older brother to get him to buy some beer for me. I promised to wash and wax his car on Sunday. He also insisted I do his chores on Saturday so he could leave early for a blind date. He was sure he would be getting laid that night. I added that I supposed he would want a blow job too, hoping he would! He laughed and tousled my hair, saying that his blind date was not only known for putting out, but she gave good head too. “She’ll take care of me… Hey, what do you know about giving head, anyway?” I was horny all day Friday in school, looking forward to the beer party that night. I kept thinking of Kyle’s soft lips wrapped around Larry’s hardon. If it was true that he sucked his brother’s cock, I was thoroughly jealous. I was really going tonight just so I could see Larry. Kyle’s family lived in the foothills about forty miles from town. I was antsy and squirming around the whole drive. My friend, Ely, rode out with me. I think he realized that something was up. He started to show some interest in the way I was constantly groping and tugging at my crotch. Maybe he was more interested than I thought. I looked down at his lap, and he had a hardon for sure. He keep adjusting his crotch as well, when he didn’t think I could see him doing it. We arrived and the party was underway. There must have been about fifteen of us. Our beer busts were always boys only, and thankfully nobody broke tradition and brought dates. A lot of the guy’s were going steady or pledged, but this had always been “boys’ night out” and I thought it was a lot more fun that way. Kyle’s older brother appeared, just as I hoped he would. He was only making sure we didn’t trash the place, but I took the opportunity to corner him in some type of conversation every time he came to the doorway to look in on us. Somebody must have talked their older brother into getting a keg, so it didn’t take long for several of us to start getting loaded. I was soon 48 • Kyle’s Brother


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feeling no pain and was getting very wordy. The next time Larry came to check on us, Kyle, Ely and I, were all standing and chatting by the entrance to their family room. Larry’s cock always made a outline in his pants. I looked at the contrast between him and his brother Kyle. Larry was totally mature and manly looking. His solid build was very apparent showing through his tight tee shirt. Kyle was thin, and short, and still wore braces on his teeth. He looked like a boy, while Larry looked every bit a man. “You guy’s need to pipe down a little, and turn the music down or the neighbors will complain,” Larry told Kyle. “What if we don’t!” I said, “You gonna make Kyle blow you again?” I blurted out. Shit! I surprised myself. Larry gave me a hard look at first, then it turned to a devilish grin. He looked at Kyle. “You little fucker. Can’t keep a secret, can you!” He turned and walked back into the other part of the house. Ely and Kyle stared at me like I was a dumb shit. Well, guess I was, but now I knew for sure that Kyle had been telling the truth. “You asshole!” Kyle shouted at me and ran out of the room. I was sorry, but didn’t know what to do to make it right. I just started downing beers until I was really woozy. After a while Ely said I didn’t look so good. He lead me down the hall and into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet seat; my head was swirling. I told Ely I needed to lie down. He grabbed up all the towels, and laid them in the bathtub. He helped me climb in and lay down. It actually felt comfortable curled up inside the tub. I lay looking up at the light over the sink. It seemed to help me from feeling so dizzy. I zonked out. While I was asleep, I kept having very sexy dreams. When I woke up, the bathroom was nearly dark, and I could feel someone lying next to me. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see it was Ely, snuggled in beside me. My dick was hanging out the fly of my jeans and his hand was wrapped around it. It even looked a little wet. Ely had obviously been playing with me and maybe even sucking my dick. No wonder my dreams were so good. At any rate, he had either passed out or fallen asleep with his other hand wrapped around his own exposed prick. I turned on the light and took a good look at Ely still lying in the bathtub, half naked. He did have a pretty pecker on him. Ely didn’t even stir as I unlocked the door, turned out the light and left the room. “Too bad we were both so drunk,” I thought to myself. I needed to find Kyle or Larry and make amends for being such a blabbermouth. I hoped Kyle would forgive me. The music was still on, but most everyone was gone except for a few guys curled up on the two couches, and three in sleeping bags on the floor. I started going through the house looking for Kyle. Kyle’s Brother • 49


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I found his room but he wasn’t in it. I went further down the hall and saw a bedroom door partially open. I walked up and peered into the dimly lit room. I almost gasped out loud. Kyle and his older brother were on the bed together. Kyle was sitting on his brothers thick hardon, and riding it with a look of lust and pleasure. Larry eyes were closed, but his face showed the intense pleasure he was feeling. I reached for my rock hard boner and pulled it out and started masturbating instantly. With my eyes riveted to my friend and his brother, I whipped up a sticky froth of drooling precum. Larry’s nude body was all I had expected it to be. Dark hairs covered his chest, abdomen, and arms. Kyle moved slowly and expertly up and down on his brother’s hot cock. I couldn’t believe Larry’s cock could be up inside him and not be hurting him like crazy. He moaned out in pleasure and grunted, as Larry gently lifted his buttocks, guiding his little brother’s ass up and down over his thick bush and firm nuts. Larry’s balls were obviously full of mansperm and ready to unload inside of Kyle’s hot, tight boyhole. I was more than a little jealous that Kyle was being so intimate with his older brother. I wondered how long they had been having such fun together and why Kyle had never shared any of the details with me. Since I first met him, Larry had been the fantasy man in all of my jerk off sessions. Seeing him fucking Kyle was overwhelming. My dick had never leaked so much. It looked like I was already cumming. I looked up from my dick, and saw that Larry had spotted me. He smiled and motioned for me to enter and join them. I was in a trance and remained frozen on the spot. Kyle turned to see what Larry was looking at. For a moment he had a look of shock on his face, but it quickly turned to a wicked smile. I slowly approached the bed, fisting my raging, wet erection. Larry reached out for my hardon, and jokingly slapped my hand away so he could firmly grip my shaft. I moaned with pleasure as he gently stroked me. I placed my hand on his forearm and ran it softly through the thick arm hair. I moved in closer and Larry let go of my dripping dick long enough to guide my hand to his chest so I could feel his hairy pecs. He looked longingly at me, then at his younger brother who was still bouncing up and down on his mancock. As I ran my hand across his furry pelt, and down to his abdomen, Larry began to buck, burying his shaft deep up his little brother’s asshole. They both groaned. As I stepped towards the foot of the bed to get a better look, they bent their heads forward and kissed. They remained locked in a deep French kiss, as Larry repeatedly thrust his hard cock in and out of Kyle’s butt hole. I reached down and felt Larry’s solid nuts, cupping them and holding them as they bounced up and down. I knelt down and watched closely. I started kissing Larry’s inner thigh, and then Kyle’s firm, smooth butt cheeks. I worked my way down the 50 • Kyle’s Brother


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and Kyle’s ass juices smeared all over his fat mancock. I was going crazy with lust of my own, and felt I would cum at any second. With my tongue planted against Larry’s hot, throbbing cock, I felt them move. Larry gently but swiftly rolled Kyle over on his side. Larry remained between his legs, and soon started to piston his fuck pole in and out with fast and hard penetrations. Kyle lost it. He started to cry out, almost like he was hurt. I recognized the sound and realized he was cumming and dove for his pulsing dick. Larry’s big hand pushed down on my head, forcing me to take his little brother’s dick down my throat as Kyle unleashed a heavy, hot stream of jizz, directly into my throat. I pushed my head back against Larry’s firm grip, so I could taste and then swallow more of my friend’s cum. Kyle had plenty to give me. His big brother had fucked a huge load out of him. I swallowed Kyle’s sperm and pulled my mouth off of his spent dick. Kyle looked happier than I had ever seen him. He lay, eyes closed, snuggled up on the pillow with a complete look of contentment. I was jealous of him. Larry rolled over to my side of the bed. He stood up, his wet hardon bobbing in front of him. He was a sight to behold. Without saying a word, Larry placed his hands on my shoulders, encouraging me to kneel beside the bed in front of him. Kyle opened his eyes to watch Larry feed me his cock. First he grazed my lips then held my head with one hand as he slowly slipped his engorged cockhead past my quivering lips and inside my drooling mouth. I lapped and licked the tasty rod that he had just pulled out of his little brother’s ass. Kyle was hungry for his big brother’s cock, too, and he dropped to his knees next to me so he could have a taste. Larry pulled his whopper out of my mouth and slapped it all over Kyle’s lusty face. When Kyle tried to suck it into his mouth, Larry pulled it away, teasing his hungry little brother, before he relented and let his little brother have a go at his dripping wet meat. I let Kyle suck for a while, but I was not about to let Larry shoot in his mouth. When I saw Larry tensing up like he was going to shoot, I yanked his cock out of Kyle’s mouth and shoved it down my throat. By then all of us were dying to explode. Larry crammed that rod all the way down my gullet and finally, I got what I had lusted over for a long, long time! We came together. I spilled my hot, white teen load between his feet, and he pumped my mouth full of his heady, thick mansperm. I could still taste the remnants of Kyle’s load, and now I savored the mix of flavors from the two brothers. Later, back in Kyle’s room, I asked if Larry ever sucked him. He said I’d just have to stay over another night, and see for myself.

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My First Time with Randy

Most fathers remember their son’s first walk, first baseball game, or first time driving a car. I feel tremendously lucky to have a very different first with my son, Randy. To this day, I can’t forget the first time I sucked my son’s cock. I “blame” my wife for instigating the whole thing. It all started one morning when she and I were reading in the kitchen. Randy had already gone to school. “Henry, I think you should talk to Randy,” she began. “What about?” I asked sipping my coffee. “About men and women,” she stated seriously. “What about men and women?” I asked. “Randy knows all about that. He learned that years ago.” “Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “He hardly dates and I think just knowing the general things about sex isn’t enough. I think you need to spend some time with him and see if he isn’t troubled about something, answer any questions he has, and tell him how it all works in detail.” “Hmm, I suppose,” I said. I’d also noticed that Randy rarely dated, but I had my own theories about that. Secretly I wondered if Randy didn’t care very much for girls. Maybe he liked boys. But I wasn’t about to tell my wife my thoughts. “Please,” my wife pleaded. “Be serious for a change.” “OK,” I consented. “I’ll talk to him tonight.” That evening, Randy went to bed early. I was a bit hesitant to go talk to him. I wasn’t really sure what to say to him. It was a warm evening and I’d already stripped down to my boxers when I walked upstairs to Randy’s bedroom. I stood in front of his bedroom door for sometime, wondering exactly what to say. When I was finally ready, I knocked on his door. “Randy, it’s Dad,” I said. “Come in,” he called back. Randy was lying on his bed reading when I entered his bedroom. He was wearing the pajama bottoms my wife and I had given him at Christmas last year. He wasn’t wearing his pajama tops. Already his pajama bottoms were a bit too small for him and I could see the exact shape of his cock. It made my heart beat faster. What normal father wouldn’t have the same reaction? And it made my cock swell instantly. “What’s up, Dad?” he asked. He looked up and immediately his eyes moved to my crotch. He saw right away just how hard my cock was already. It was quite swollen and pushed my boxers out some distance. He wasn’t quite sure how to react to my swelling excitement. He blushed but he did not glance away. As he watched my cock kept rising until it pushed open the fly in my boxers and out popped my cockhead. 64 • My First Time with Randy


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At the sight of my cockhead my son’s eyes opened even wider and his dick grew and grew inside his pajama bottoms. There was no denying we both wanted each other. I slid off my boxers and stood completely naked in front of my son. I walked up to the edge of his bed so he could examine me up close. His eyes never left my turgid member. My heart was pounding loudly. “Do you want to touch it?” I asked quietly. He nodded but did not attempt to fulfill his desires. I took hold of his hand and brought it up against my swollen shaft. His fingers rubbed against my veiny rod. “It feels good to have your hand against it, Randy,” I told him. He looked up at me and smiled. His cock was so stiff now that it was about to rip open his pajama bottoms. His fingers delicately traced the outline of my shaft. Then they ran over my balls and then back to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and gave a delightful squeeze. I let out a gasp. “I want to touch yours, too, Randy,” I said. “Let’s get your pajama bottoms off.” I took hold of his pajama bottoms and pulled them down. As I pulled them down, his soft, young bush appeared followed by the wide, smooth tube of his thick boycock. When his pink head appeared my cock throbbed and bounced. It was all so much more exciting than I had ever imagined. The instant the waist band cleared his cockhead, his whole cock sprang up and smacked his belly. We both laughed so loudly I was afraid we were going to wake up my wife. I quickly held my finger in front of my lips and said, “Shh.” I slid his pajamas off and then spread his legs so I could see his balls, cock, and the dark crevis leading down to his asshole. I crawled onto Randy’s bed and practically dove between his legs. I needed to smell and taste every inch of my son’s precious jewels. My mouth latched onto his balls and my nose nestled in the soft, warm valley between his thighs and rigid shaft. I inhaled deeply to enjoy my son’s wonderful body smells. There aren’t many men who get to enjoy their son’s bodies and I felt very lucky indeed. “Dad, your mustache tickles,” my son happily protested. I paid no attention and kept sucking, licking, and tasting my son’s warm skin. I lifted his legs so I could get my nose and tongue close to his fragrant butthole. When my tongue pressed against his tender button, the taste made my cock start leaking. As my wife and male playmates will tell you, I am quite the leaker and once I start dripping, there is practically nothing that will stop the flow until I cum. As entranced as I was with my son’s ass, I wasn’t about to deprive him of my cock. I sat up and closed his legs so I could straddle his waist and present him with my leaking cock. My First Time with Randy • 65


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This time there was no need to ask him to touch it. When I straddled his waist, his hands grabbed hold of my cock and squeezed it again. My precum poured out of my pisshole, through his fingers and onto his belly. I was about to tell him to taste it, when to my delight he lifted one hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. He looked up at me and smiled as he eagerly tasted my juices. When he was done licking the one hand, he licked the other. Then he clasped my cock again and firmly stroked it with both hands. I shifted my body forward, bringing my cock up closer to his head. “You drip like I do, Dad,” he exclaimed. “Are you a leaker, too?” I asked. I reached behind me for his cock and was amazed to find that it was soaking wet already. My immediate plans were to have Randy taste my cock and teach him to suck it, but when I felt how wet his stiff prick was, I just had to stuff it in my mouth. I slid my body next to his so I could closely examine his leaking dick. It was wonderful watching his clear fluid bubble up through the slit on his cockhead. I squeezed his thick head to open up his pisshole. It was so full of precum that it was impossible to keep it from overflowing. I squeezed his cockhead first one way then the other. His glistening fluid poured out of my boy’s organ coating his entire glans. It flowed thickly over my fingers and down my forearms. Of course I leaned forward and licked it as well. Soon my mouth was over his cockhead and then it slid down his shaft until I had his entire cock down my warm, moist throat. I just let it throb inside me, coating my gullet until I had to let go in order to breathe. I grabbed hold of my cock, not to stroke it, but to pinch the base to 66 • My First Time with Randy


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keep from shooting off. I was so hot now that the slightest movement made my balls want to shoot off. But I wanted to wait until I tasted my son’s cum. I took a few breaths and then went back to sucking Randy. He grabbed hold of his balls and moaned, “Dad, it feels so good. I can’t … I can’t ….” His cock turned as hard as steel in my mouth. His whole body shook and then he began pelting the back of my throat with streams of hearty, steamy cum. I quickly swallowed the first few shots, and then I lifted my head off his cock and held my mouth just above his cockhead so I could watch as his white cream poured out of him. I tried to suck all

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of his load into my mouth, but it gushed out so fast and hard, that it was impossible to contain. My cock began sputtering and then a rush of pleasure exploded from my balls, through my shaft, and then out of my cockhead. My cum shot up higher than it had in years. It sprayed all over my son’s thighs, landing in thick, rank wads. I was still trying to lap up as much of my son’s cum as I could, but the spasms racking my entire being made it very difficult. When I could, I leaned down and licked my cum off my son’s thigh. My cum had mingled with Randy’s and I lapped it all up. Then I hugged my son and we kissed for the longest time, sharing the wonderful flavor of our cum. As we held each other and kissed, our excitement continued unabated. “Dad,” Randy said. “Can I try it, too?” “You mean suck my cock?” I asked. “Yeah,” Randy replied. “Of course, son,” I said. “I’d love to have you suck it.” I let go of my son and rolled onto my back and spread my legs for him. Randy slid down and placed his head between my legs. He took hold of my still throbbing cock. “Hold it up to your nose and smell it first, son,” I told him. “Learn what a man really smells like. Each man smells different and the smell of your father is extra special,” I said. “Did you, Dad, did you smell your Dad’s cock, too?” Randy asked. “Of course, Randy. It’s a good thing to do. And your Uncle Mahlon’s too.” With that, Randy took a deep whiff of my cock. He ran his nose up and down the entire length of my shaft. Then I lifted my butt up so he could take a whiff of it, too. I was pretty sweaty after all our man-boy sex and I’m sure my crotch smells made my son dizzy. He began licking my shaft and then sucking my cockhead with gusto. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like the first time your son shoves your cock down his mouth. I just leaned back and propped my head on his pillow to watch the glorious sight. Randy placed his hand on my bush and propped himself up so he could hold his head at the top of my 68 • My First Time with Randy


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standing cock. I watched as he moved his head up and down my shaft, and then as he just played with my cockhead, letting some of my juices puddle on the tip and lapping them up when they overflowed. He teased my cock, sucking on it for a while and then letting it stand free and throb. Of course he was driving me mad. I was dying to grab his head and pump it up and down my cock, but I patiently resisted and let him have his way. If I hadn’t shot earlier, I would have blasted him, no drowned him, by now. Even so, I could feel my balls filling up with cum. The more my son teased my cock, the fuller my balls got. “Just how many cocks have you sucked?” I asked him. “None, Dad,” he said. “Have you thought about it?” I asked. “Yeah. Ever since I heard them talking about it in school,” Randy confessed with a smile. “Now you know what to do,” I told him.

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He had his mouth over my cockhead again and was sucking on me fervently. Then he grabbed hold of my balls and pulled on them. His fingers were sweaty and wet, and when he tugged on my nuts, I pushed up with my hips, forcing my cock to go in deeper down his throat. He tugged harder on my nuts and then let a finger slip between my legs and onto my asshole. When he touched me there I really started to buck like a mad bull. Randy pulled harder on my nuts and even pressed his finger up against my butt hole. He was really driving me wild now. I bucked widly, thrusting my cock as deep into my son’s face as I could. He didn’t budge an inch. He held onto my cock firmly with his mouth. His tongue pressed tightly against my shaft squeezing it against the roof of his mouth. I started to gasp and moan. “Fuck, Randy,” I groaned. “Fuck!” I tried bucking some more, but my whole body was straining so tightly that I could hardly move. There was no holding back now. My nuts were primed and let loose. I squealed like a pig and shot volley after volley of pungent father cum into my son. He swallowed it like a pro, making me very proud. Watching him take my cum down his throat was definitely a high point in my life. I reached for his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he drained every drop of my rich cream. I was so happy we had the good fortune to share such a close moment together. When he had drained my cock dry, he curled up next to me and we kissed again, our tongues lingering together. Man, was I ever beat. I almost drifted off to sleep. I was ready to snuggle up with my son and spend the night with him. Now that would have been a hard thing to explain to my wife! I was just hoping she wouldn’t be wanting any that night. I was too drained to plug any holes. Reluctantly, I got out of Randy’s bed and slipped my boxers on again. “Thanks, Dad,” Randy said as I opened the door. “My pleasure, son,” I replied. “We’ll do this again.” “Sure, Dad,” he said. He stretched out all naked on the bed, his soft cock still had a moist tip. Man, was it ever hard to leave him that night. Slowly I made my way downstairs. My wife had already gone to bed. When I crawled into bed with her, she asked me how my talk had gone. “Just fine, dear,” I said. “Just fine.” “That’s nice,” she replied. “What did he say?” she asked. “Oh, nothing much. He’s just fine, honey. There’s nothing to worry about,” I said. “OK,” she sighed.

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