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Mr. Handjobs 2002 Contest

Mail your entry by Nov 15, 2001, to: Avenue Services, PO Box 23219, Seattle, entry 2 WA 98102. In the Jan 2002 issue, we will let our readers elect Mr. Handjobs 2002. To submit an entry, send in the following: • A photo • A brief description of a special talent you have • A copy of a photo ID such as a drivers license or passport proving you are over eighteen years old • A signed statement that you want us to use your photo My special talent I have is DJ-ing The top three prizes are: (I guess) & sucking cock REALLY, #1 - $200 #2 - $150 REALLY, REALLY well #3 - $100

entry 3 There’s nothing I love more than burying my face in a big, furry, overgrown, wild, daddy pubic bush!

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Letters A Special Message To Our Readers: This may seem a little late, but due to our production schedule, we are finishing the November issue during the second week of September. We want to offer our sympathy and condolences to all of our readers who may have lost someone or been otherwise touched by the tragedies in New York and Washington DC on September 11. We have many readers, artists, contributors and friends living in and near these two cities. Dear Handjobs: Our thoughts are with our brothers “across the sea” in these tragic times. • Raymond, UK Dear Handjobs: A belated but sincere note to thank you for Valentine’s Thar He Blows! I finally had the opportunity today to sit down and read it all the way through, instead of just ogling the pretty pictures. This is a marvelous product! It deserves shelf-andarchive space in the treasures of every serious collector of homoerotic art and literature. Great job all around. Kudos to Valentine! And Kudos to Handjobs for making the book available to a waiting and salivating world. Keep up your great work on all fronts. With thanks and best wishes, • The Hun Dear Handjobs: Great magazines and readers. • Steve, IN Dear Handjobs: You have one of the most professional and well-run companies I’ve seen. Thanks. • Scott, TX Dear Handjobs: I enjoy your great mag a lot. The stories are just amazing, but why is there only one animated story in each issue? I like the art a lot and like the stories but I would like more art with each story. • Al, United Arab Emirates Dear Handjobs: Got the issue of Valentine’s Thar He Blows! in the mail today. Good thing I didn’t have any way of getting the package open, or I would have embarrassed myself right then and there! The man has such a feel for the male body, expressions (both body and facial) and gestures. I think Valentine easily is one of the top artist/illustrators dealing with male erotica, today. And the nice thing? … Handjobs seems to get them all for us to enjoy. Great job, guys. • J. Robert Handcock 4 • Letters

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Dear Handjobs: Handjobs still provides hot fun after all these years. • Scott, NY Dear Handjobs: I received the September 2001 issue of Handjobs today, and as always, it was great. The reason I am writing is in regard to the few letters you receive in which the writer doesn’t like a certain type of story and demands that you stop printing them. First, I would like to remind the writers of these letters that they are purchasing Handjobs of their own free will; no one is forcing them to buy the magazine. Secondly, there are a few stories (not many) that don’t ring my chimes. However, I don’t say anything, because I’m sure that there are many other readers who are really turned on by them. People should remember that we all have different likes and dislikes. However, I will take this opportunity to mention my favorite type of story: incest! Especially if there are three or more guys involved. I really like it when there are three generations. When I was growing up, I was not close, either physically or emotionally, to any males in my family. Now, when I read a stort about incest, I always imagine that I am the younger person. In closing, I would like to say, keep up the good work. Everything about the magazine is wonderful; the stories, artwork, and especially the service I receive from your customer service department. • Mike, MO Handjobs Reply: Thanks for your letter. We try to have a variety of stories every month to please our readers. And you bring up a good point, Mike. It’s always more helpful to be told what our readers would like to see in Handjobs, rather than what they don’t like. Dear Handjobs: I’d like to see more illustrated self-sucks and double fucks. Go, go, go! • Bradley, NY Dear Handjobs: You have a great publication. My “son” loves it! • Thomas, NJ Dear Handjobs: Lots of fun stuff in the last couple of issues of Handjobs, and particularly got a bang out of Michael Mitchell’s wicked illustrations for Switching Sons in the August 2001 issue. • Douglas, OR Letters • 5

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Dear Handjobs: I always look forward to your monthly Handjobs magazine and your latest offerings. I have spent much cum reading and enjoying your stories and illustrations. Keep up the excellent work. • Albert, IL Dear Handjobs: Thanks for the renewal notice. I am renewing my subscription because your magazines are the greatest. My sex life started with my older brother, and after he taught me I had more experiences with a teacher, and on a scouting trip, at summer camp, on a hunting trip and with my brother’s girlfriend’s brother. • Keith, WI Dear Handjobs: Each year you get better. • Charles, MN Dear Handjobs: Please add more doctor stories. Thanks. Good job. • Thomas, PA Dear Handjobs: I would miss the hottest monthly sex rag if my subscription ran out. You’re the greatest. Keep up the wonderful stories and drawings. Thanks again. • Phillip, IL Dear Handjobs: I love Handjobs! Every issue keeps me slippery and wet till the next issue comes along. I love Rolando Mérida. He fuckin’ rocks! • Robert, CA Dear Handjobs: You are wonderful. • David, NC Dear Handjobs: Your depiction of African-American figures on the covers of both the June 2001 and the July 2001 Handjobs means a lot to your readers. Political correctness aside, these covers (and the increased inclusion of African-American and other minority characters in Handjobs stories) send the strongest, most positive of messages to all members of your audience. In your universe, all “daddies” and “sons” of whatever color, age, size, etc. can be desirable. I especially like it when the charaters’ ethnicity is purely incidental to the story. Many thanks for the update on Tom Banks and his artwork in response to the Minnesota reader in the September 2001 issue. A lot of his fans would like to see more of his work. Thank you for featuring the kind of ripely voluptuous, mature daddy a lot of us have been waiting for and craving. Michael Mitchell’s great depiction of Frank in Switching Sons in the August 2001 issue 6 • Letters

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is a milestone in Handjobs history. Big, ripe belly; big, absolutely succulent tits and long, wide nipples; massively thick thighs and oversized genitals make him Mitchell’s hottest “earth-daddy” yet. As you and he know, a lot of daddies (and even a few sons) in the real world look like Frank, and I heartily commend you for recognizing this fact in this story. Peter Paul Reubens and Francisco Botero have had it right all along (not to mention John Stone and Ritch Bergland) – substantial, lushly voluptious men like Frank are, to a lot of gay men, very sexy. • Frederick, TX Dear Handjobs: I’ve been a long-time reader and finally decided to subscribe. I enjoy each issue and Handjobs Presents Roger is outstanding. Keep up the great work. • T., CA Dear Handjobs: I love every month. Great work. • Frank, CA Dear Handjobs: I love your hot magazine but I’d like to read more stories about big, hairy daddy bears with younger guys. • Wilfried, Germany Dear Handjobs: Through my oversight, I let my renewal notice get lost on my desk. I have really missed it. I really do enjoy Handjobs magazine a lot! • Gene, AL Dear Handjobs: I very much enjoy your mags. Keep up the good work. • K., ID Dear Handjobs: You have proven yourselves once again. You are the hottest and most thrilling magazine ever. Thank you! Your stories are most excellent. Would you please give us more stories of guys being degraded by older men with mental humilation as well as physical. Would you please also do more interracial stories. Please keep the great artwork coming. Could you please do more comic strip stories? I should stop. I’m starting to sound like a needy child. Sorry. I just really enjoy your entertainment. Thanks for all of it. • Robert, MO Dear Handjobs: Your magazines continue to inspire me, not to mention perspire me during my jack-offs. Thanks. • Kenneth, MA Dear Handjobs: Thank you for a wonderful magazine and keep up the good work. • Keith, ID Letters • 7

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Rusty Gets Caught My dad knew something was up when he heard I was getting fresh eggs for Mom, Aunt Louise, and Grandma. “Where are you going, Rusty?” he asked one Saturday morning just as I was getting on my bike to pedal out to the egg farm. “Out to get some eggs,” I said impatiently. “What is it with all these eggs you’re buying? Your mother has so many eggs she doesn’t know what to do with all of them.” I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted to the egg farmer’s cock and I was pedalling out there every chance I could get to buy eggs. I was giving them to Mom, but she couldn’t use more than a dozen in a week, and so I had to give some to Aunt Louise and Grandma. “Uh … well, Mom says they’re better than the store eggs. They’re organic and …” I muttered. “Yes, but I think there’s more to it than that,” Dad said as he rubbed his chin. “Exactly where are you buying them?” he asked. “From a farmer,” I mumbled. “His farm must be a long way off,” Dad noted. “Last Saturday it took you hours to get there and back. Why don’t I drive you out there, today?” “Ah … it’s OK, Dad,” I said. “I like the ride anyway.” “OK, but don’t get so many eggs this time,” he told me. “One dozen will be plenty.” “Sure, Dad,” I said, and I took off. My heart was beating a little quicker and my palms were sweaty. I didn’t like the way Dad was questioning me. I raced out to the egg farm as fast as I could. I didn’t want to be away too long today or Dad would really get on my case. The egg farmer was out with his chickens when I pulled into his farm. He was used to having me stop by, and before I even went into the chicken house, I took off all my clothes, stacked them on my bike and slipped inside. The egg farmer was just wearing his short, torn cut-offs. When he saw me, he smiled and dropped his shorts. He didn’t even bother asking me if I wanted any eggs or not. He grabbed me into his arms, playfully smacked my butt and tossed me onto a stack of hay. He lifted my legs up into the air, spread my butt cheeks with his hands, and teased my tight butt hole with his thumbs. “Your hole certainly looks hungry this morning,” he said with a big 8 • Rusty Gets Caught

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smile as he twirled his finger inside the rim of my asshole. Then he squatted so he could put his tongue onto my pucker to get it wet. Both our dicks got hard the instant his tongue slid into my butt. He licked my butt for a while and then smacked his lips. “Your butt tastes so good,” he moaned. Then he stuck his thumb into me. He swung his leg over me and aimed his long cock at my mouth. “Get it wet, boy. I’m gonna plug you good today.” I devoured his tool and sucked on it with gusto as he warmed my hole up with his thick thumbs. His cock was juicy already and seeping thick syrup down my throat. We never heard the car pull up to the farm. Nor did we hear the chicken house door swing open. I had gotten the farmer’s prod super slippery. He pulled it out of my mouth, brought it back down to my butt, and began shoving his thick, juicy cockhead into my hungry hole. It just slipped past my tight sphincter when Dad exclaimed, “Just as I thought! I should have known better.” The egg farmer and I swung our heads around and saw Dad, Uncle Don, and Tony standing just ten feet away. I don’t know how long they had been standing there, but it was long enough for them to take their clothes off and get massive boners. “Dad!” I gasped. While the three men walked up to us, the egg farmer tried to get his dick out of me, but my butt hole clamped down too tight. He couldn’t get his thick head past my sphincter. “No need to pull out, Herman,” Dad told the egg farmer. “I’d like to watch my son take it all. I figured he might be visiting you. When I found out he was out buying eggs every chance he could get, I started asking around. Don told me Rusty’d already presented him with his hole. And when I went to confession last week, Father Gianni confided in me that he had been out whoring about.” “Dad … I … I,” I mumbled as I tried to think of an excuse. “There’s nothing you need to say, son,” Dad said. “I know exactly what it’s like to be young and horny, Rusty. I was your age once and Uncle Don knows what a ball-busting, cock-crazy kid I was.” As he talked, Dad held up his cock and rubbed it against my lips. It was dripping a thick stream of precum. I stuck out my tongue and rolled it over his shiny head. The taste was incredible. Uncle Don and Tony stood on either side of Herman, the egg farmer, and pushed on his butt so that his cock slid all the way up 10 • Rusty Gets Caught

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inside me. “Fuck,” Tony gasped. “Can I have some of that ass, too?” he asked Dad. “Be my guest,” Dad groaned. When all three of you have worked him over, I want to finish him off. Don’t let him cum before I do,” Dad told the men. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I had my hand on my dick, but Dad pulled it away. He didn’t want me or anyone touching it until he was ready. The egg farmer held my thighs firmly as he worked his thick shaft in and out of my butt. Tony squatted down to get a good view of his nuts as the swung back and forth, slapping my butt with each fuck. Then he got behind the egg farmer, shoved his face up his butt and began slurping on his hole while the egg farmer kept fucking me. With Tony’s tongue worming into his butt, the egg farmer didn’t last long. He blasted off and dumped a huge load inside me. When he pulled out, Uncle Don was ready to take his place. The egg farmer moved next to Dad, and Dad grabbed hold of his cum-soaked cock. “What’s it like up inside my boy?” Dad asked him. “Hot and juicy and so tight,” the egg farmer gasped. “I should have opened him up a long time ago,” Dad said. “I figured he was fooling around, but I thought he was just after girls.” “As crazy as he is about dick,” Uncle Don moaned, “I don’t think he’s ever been close to a pussy.” Uncle Don had his cock slipping and sliding in and out of my wet hole. He leaned over and lay his torso on top of mine. He brought his face close to mine and began licking Dad’s shaft. I let go of Dad’s cockhead so that we could both taste it at the same time. “I’ve been sucking your dad’s cock ever since we were boys,” Uncle Don told me. “In fact, he was the first one who showed me how to swallow dick.” I looked up at Dad and he winked at me. As Uncle Don and I feasted on Dad’s cock together, he kept humping my butt. His torso rubbed my dick and sent shock waves through me. I was about to shoot, just from his body rubbing against me when Uncle Don sputtered and moaned and emptied his nuts. He lay on top of me for a few breaths while his heart calmed down. As soon as he rolled off me, Tony dove in. He had been crouching 12 • Rusty Gets Caught

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underneath Uncle Don’s legs, watching his long piston work my butt. Tony was so hot by now that he could barely stand. The egg farmer and Uncle Don had to hold him to keep him from collapsing. His hairy chest heaved as he drove his jack hammer forcefully into my well-oiled hole. I was so slick inside now that Tony’s rod pierced me like a hot poker going through melted butter. He fucked around inside my hole, mixing the egg farmer’s cum with Uncle Don’s. My hole felt wet and sloppy from so much fucking, and I knew it wasn’t over yet. Tony let out a satisfying growl and added his wad to the mixture in my hole. It was the moment Dad was waiting for. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and jumped up. Tony grabbed hold of his cock and gently slid it out of my butt. Thick strands of cum dripped from his cockhead. Dad rubbed his cock over Tony’s to get it nice and slimy. Then he aimed it at my gaping hole, looked at me, bit his lip, and plunged it in. My hole was so well lubricated by now that Dad’s cock went in effortlessly. The other men gathered around to watch Dad fuck me up close. Uncle Don and the egg farmer held my legs up in the air for Dad. Tony grabbed hold of Dad’s ass and helped push him in and out of me. I had been trying not to cum ever since we had started fucking. With Dad inside me, there was no need to hold off any longer. My balls were tingling so much I didn’t even need to touch myself. The steady pressure of Dad’s thick cockhead rubbing my insides was enough to send me over the edge. My balls squeezed together and I popped. A stream of cum shot out and flew over my belly and chest. It landed with a loud splash on my chin. “Fuck!” Dad yelled and drove in harder and harder. “Fuck!” he growled and emptied his load. “Fuck!” Dad collapsed on top of me, his dick still draining inside of me. The other men clapped and hollered. Then they all piled on top of us, and we kissed and hugged and enjoyed our naked selves. After that, there was no need to sneak out to find dick. Dad, Uncle Don, Tony, Herman, and Father Gianni kept me plenty busy. Rusty Gets Caught • 15

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Boys of the Band by Bull Waters Summer’s the time to get naked and party. That is, unless you’re on tour with a hit show. Sid, our conductor, Gene, who’s in the brass section, and me, the first violinist, usually book a suite for ourselves. We’ve known one another so long, there are no surprises left – or so I thought. Whenever we play a new town, we arrive early to audition local musicians to fill out the rest of the orchestra. During one stop, there was a young drummer named Tom, and he took us all by surprise. Not only was he an extraordinary percussionist, he was charming and damned sexy. He was a graduate student who shared an apartment with two other guys, and they all were presumably straight. We kept our fantasies about him to ourselves as the show opened. It was, as expected, a smash. Tom remained somewhat aloof toward us. None of us got very far with him. Sid, as usual, was a model of professional discretion, so Gene and I agreed to behave ourselves – until closing night. After the show closed, Sid had to make an appearance at a dinner with the local producers. Somehow, Tom and I ended up alone in the musicians’ room at the same time. I knocked my violin case onto the floor and we both bent over to pick it up. Tom bumped into me and fell backwards, but I caught him before he hit the floor. I helped him up, and before he could say thanks, he looked into my eyes and our mouths melted into a hot, wet kiss. “What prompted that?” I asked as our lips parted. “I’ve been wanting to do it since I auditioned for you guys,” he answered. “I’m attracted to older men, and you’re all so hot. It looks like you have a lot of fun together, too. Please take me home with you, Daddy!” Our hotel was near the theater. When I walked in, Gene was busy packing, while the TV provided background noise. “I have a surprise for us,” I told him. Gene’s jaw dropped as Tom entered. “Oh, man,” he said as he drew Tom and me into an embrace. Our tongues danced as we felt chests, asses, and crotches. Not wanting to scare Tom off, we took our time getting all our clothes off. Tom clearly liked hairy men, and he ran his fingers through the hair on both our chests, cooing as he felt the coarseness. He started moaning as Gene and I tongued our way to his nipples, chest, treasure trail, and lower. 16 • Boys of the Band

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“Yes, Daddy, yes,” he said as Gene’s tongue started to probe his tight boyhole. There were drops of juice on his cockhead and I licked those, as his hardening boycock slid into my warm mouth. “I want to taste both of your big mancocks,” Tom told us, so we picked him up and carried him into the room we shared – Sid had the other room to himself. As soon as we laid him down one way, we both lay down the opposite way so he could move his head from Gene’s cock to mine. I sucked on his hot throbber while Gene licked at his hairy boyhole, and played with his bubble butt. When Gene put a wet finger inside Tom, that did it. He screamed and shot off into my mouth, filling me with his hot, young boycream. I kept it there, bringing Tom to a sitting position and sharing it with him and Gene. Tim moaned, because Gene was still fingering his boyhole. “Well, what do we have here?” asked Sid. We all looked up, and it was apparent that his hard cock was about to burst through his trousers. “A closing night surprise,” I answered. Gene kept kissing and licking Tom’s cum-coated tongue as the boy moaned. “He’s primed and ready for you, Sid,” Gene finally said. Tom’s moans grew louder as he watched Sid undress, revealing his hairy chest, pierced tits, and long, hard, throbbing daddy cock. Gene and I pulled Tom’s legs in the air as Sid plunged deep into his yearning boyhole. “Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! I need it bad!” screamed Tom. “Mancock – I need mancock!” As Sid got a good rhythm going, I straddled Tom’s chest and filled his hot mouth with my cock. Gene stood over us, and I sucked him into my mouth. “Yeah, this is what I like to see,” said Sid, “all my boys playing together.” He started licking my manhole as he drove in and out of Tom’s chute. He knew that drove me crazy, so before long, I was shooting my hot spunk into Tom’s mouth. This sent Gene over the edge. He took his cock out of my mouth and shot all over Tom and me. We could tell that Sid was close, so we got down to tease Tom’s cock and boytits. The sensations were too great. He shot another load of juice as Sid groaned, filling Tom’s hot hole with his thick daddy cum. Boys of the Band • 17

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“That’s it, boy. Daddy loves pumping his manjuice into your tight boyhole,” he groaned. We lay there spent, but Tom was so hot that before long he was kissing all of us and we were excited again. Gene started to fill the jacuzzi, while we wiped the drying cum off ourselves. Tom dropped to his knees and sucked Sid’s daddy cock. Gene got on the floor to lick and suck Tom’s boyhole. I kissed Sid while he stroked my hardening cock. It was just like old times, when we first toured together. I noticed that the jacuzzi was full, so I turned off the water and pulled Sid in with me, pushing the jet button as I did. Tom stopped sucking long enough to realize what was happening. He and Gene got up and joined us in the tub. We all sat back and relaxed for a few minutes, enjoying the jet-propelled water as it bubbled and shot out all around us. I went back to kissing Sid, and Gene pulled Tom into his chest. He started to massage the boy’s shoulders, but it wasn’t long before he had Tom moaning while he massaged the boy’s hardening nipples. This got Tom more excited, and he raised his crotch out of the water. Sid and I started sucking his cock, and fingering his hole at the same time. Gene had his tongue deep in Tom’s mouth. It was my turn to fuck his hot hole, so I moved between his legs as Sid pulled his body higher out of the water. My hard, wet mancock easily slid into his hole, but as I started pumping, Tom jerked his head away from Gene, and said, “More … I want more daddy cock inside me.” Gene moved back behind him, and the three of us, me still inside his hole, lifted him further. Gene pushed him forward and with little effort his hard cock entered the tight boyhole alongside mine. Tom screamed in ecstasy, “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, man! Fuck!” It wasn’t easy to pump in and out, but that didn’t seem to matter, because Tom was so excited, he shot another load, screaming loudly as he splattered cum all over his chest and mine. This got Gene worked up, and he panted loudly as he shot off inside Tom’s hole. Sid was deep-kissing Tom, and the feeling of Gene’s seed against my cock had me so hot, I shot off, too, moaning louder than usual. We were breathing hard, so we took a minute to calm down. As Gene’s cock softened, it slipped out of Tom’s hole, and mine soon followed. Exhausted, both Gene and I fell back against the edge of the tub. 18 • Boys of the Band

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“I’ve always wanted two cocks inside me,” said Tom as his body sank into the warm water. Sid got the jets going again, and we washed the cum off one another. Gene got out of the tub and opened four small bottles of wine from the mini-bar. We stayed in the water, relaxing and drinking wine. This boy had rejuvenated three daddies who’d been friends for years. Tom slept in Sid’s room, while Gene and I slept in ours. The next morning, Sid phoned the producers, and they faxed a contract to him. Tom signed on, put his education on hold, and stayed with us for the remainder of the tour. We always shared a suite and had more memorable times in lots of different cities.

Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys by Allen It had been a long time since I had gotten in trouble at school. I was usually a pretty good kid. I think that’s why Mr. Herrin, my P.E. teacher, had it in for me. I had managed to stay out of trouble in his class until one day near the end of the school year. A group of my friends had all decided to cut the last class of the day and go hang out at the lake. I cut Mr. Herrin’s class. I didn’t really think anything about it. It was just P.E. When I showed up in class the next day he was waiting for me. I had just changed into my gym clothes when he told me to report to the principal’s office. I gave him a confused looked and he said, “That’s what happens when you cut class.” “Aw, man!’ I said as I trudged down the hall to Mr. Aiken’s office. I had to wait outside for what seemed like an hour before he opened the door and said, “All right, Allen. You can come in now.” I sat across the desk from him. As he took a seat in his big, leather chair, he said, “I don’t recall you ever having been sent to my office before, Allen. What happened.” “Coach Herrin is just sore because I cut his class. He’s had it in for me since the beginning of the school year.” “Well, you know, you’re not supposed to cut classes, Allen.” “It was just P.E.” “I realize that P.E. may not seem as important to you as your other, more academic, classes,” Mr. Aiken said, “but you have to realize that we have rules here. And when you break the rules, there are consequences.” Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys • 19

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“I guess so,” I said sullenly. “Well, Allen, I’ll give you the same choice that I give everyone who gets caught skipping classes. You can either have one week’s detention or three swats.” I didn’t have to think about it long. The three swats would be over with and forgotten long before a week’s detention would be up. “I’ll take the swats,” I said. “Very well. Stand up, drop your gym shorts and bend over the desk.” My face turned bright red. “Uh … Mr. Aiken, I’m not wearing anything under my shorts except my jock.” “Well then, I guess that’ll help you remember not to cut class, won’t it?” he replied. I stood up and dropped my shorts. When I bent over the desk a weird feeling came over me. I could feel my cock starting to get hard in my jock. That just made me blush more. What if Mr. Aiken noticed? “Spread you legs a bit more, Allen,” the principal said. “I think it’ll be easier if you kick your shorts off.” I did as he told me and spread my legs wide. When I felt the cool air on my hole, my cock surged in my jock pouch again. Mr. Aiken pulled out an enormous paddle. It almost looked like and oar. He rubbed it around on my asscheeks and then came down hard with the first swat. The pain and heat spread over my upturned ass – and my cock jumped again in my jock. The principal rubbed my butt with the paddle again and then slammed me with the second swat. The swats really hurt, but for some reason they were turning me on. I was waiting for the third one, but instead, Mr. Aiken said, “Stand up, Allen.” I couldn’t stand up. He’d see I was hard! “I … I can’t,” I said. “I couldn’t have hurt you that badly. What’s the problem.” “I … I have a … boner,” I mumbled. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about, Allen. Obviously, you’re enjoying your punishment. I am too. See?” I slowly stood up and turned around. Mr. Aiken had unbuttoned his shirt and opened his pants. The fattest, longest cock I had ever seen was sticking out of his fly. 20 • Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys

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“See, son,” he said. “Having a hardon in the principal’s office is nothing to be ashamed of. Why don’t you get rid of that jock?” He pulled my jockstrap off and reminded me that I had one more swat coming. He bent me over again and pounded my butt one more time. Then held me down and rubbed his cock over my burning asscheeks. “You have a beautiful butt, Allen. It might be a little sore right now, but you seem to be dripping a fair amount of precum.” Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys • 21

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I looked down. He was right. My cock was leaking all over his office floor. I had really gotten turned on by the spanking. The principal continued to run his hands all over my asscheeks. Before I knew what was happening, I felt the end of one of his fingers against my hole. I started to say something in protest, but then I realized that I was enjoying it too much. It hit me like a ton of bricks: I wanted my principal to play with my butt hole; I liked it! “You’re not the first boy to end up in my office that enjoyed a good, hard spanking,” he said as he inserted his finger all the way into my hole. “Luke Raymond enjoyed my discipline so much that he moved in with me after graduation.” I remembered Luke. He had been a senior when I was a freshman. I had always thought he was hot. I imagined him being spanked by Mr. Aiken as he continued to fuck his finger in and out of my butt. Suddenly, he crooked his finger up inside of me. He hit a place up my hole that made me give out a gasp and shoot a huge load of cum against the side of his desk. “Hmmm … you seem to have spunked my desk, son. I think that’s going to call for some more punishment. Unfortunately, the school day is almost over.” He picked up a pen and scrawled something on a piece of paper. “You should report to me at this address tonight at eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” “Yes, sir,” I said. I got the feeling he liked being called “sir”. “Get dressed and then you can go, Allen. I’ll see you later, son,” he said with emphasis. §

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After I had taken all my clothes off, I followed him to an upstairs bedroom. Mr. Aiken was waiting there for us completely naked. “Allen,” he said, “glad to see you could make it. I want you to bend over and show Luke your butt. Then we’ll deal with punishing you for your lack of self-control this afternoon.” Luke had flopped down on the bed. I stood opposite him and bent over. When I looked back at him that fat pole of his was standing up almost straight between his legs. The glistening head had poked its way out of his foreskin. Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys • 23

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“What do you think, Luke?” Mr. Aiken said. “Should we give this boy another round with the paddle, or should we just fuck him?” “Both,” Luke answered. “You swat him and I’ll fuck him.” “I think you both could probably use a good spanking. Why don’t you join him. I want to see both of those butts up in the air.” Luke got off the bed, pulled off his t-shirt and bent over next to me. Mr. Aiken pulled out a paddle that was a twin to the one he had at school. He wacked both of our asses good with it. I envied Luke’s hairy ass. All that fur had to act as somewhat of a cushion. By the time it was over my smooth, hairless butt felt tingly and hot. Then Mr. Aiken told us both to get on the bed. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Allen?” he asked me. “Uh … well, you had your finger up there earlier,” I answered. They both kind of laughed and Mr. Aiken said, “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough that it’s not quite the same thing. Why don’t you show him, Luke?” Luke pulled my left leg up, spreading my bright red butt cheeks and exposing my hole. He began to finger me like Mr. Aiken had earlier in his office. But he didn’t stop with just one finger. He slipped a second one inside next to the first. Then he pulled them out and worked a thumb up there. Finally he pushed three fingers into me. “Uhhhn,” I grunted as he stretched my hole open. Luke looked back over his shoulder and said, “What do you think, Dad. Is he ready? Should I give him the real thing?” “Work it in easy, son. We might want to use his butt again later.” I felt the wet head of Luke’s cock prod against my hole. He pushed forward. It felt really big, like he was trying to put a doorknob up my hole. I winced. “Just relax, son,” Mr. Aiken said. “Take a deep breath.” 24 • Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys

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I did like he said and felt Luke’s cockhead pop inside. The shaft of his cock slowly eased up my chute. It felt great. Then Luke’s cockhead grazed that same spot Mr. Aiken had found earlier. I knew I was going to cum. I made a grab for my cock, but before I could touch it, it erupted all over my chest and belly. Luke looked back at Mr. Aiken and grunted out, “Dad … he’s bringin’ me off. I gotta … gotta … CUM!” A stern looked crossed Mr. Aiken’s face. “Well, I see you two are going to require more punishment. Cumming so quickly, like that; not giving me the opportunity to join in. You both are very bad boys.” Somehow, I got the feeling I was going to enjoy being a bad boy for Mr. Aiken. Mr. Aiken’s Bad Boys • 25

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Tricks and Treats by Nicolas Mann It was Halloween again, one of my favorite holidays. As a kid I loved dressing up – sometimes as a pirate, or a cowboy, or my favorite – a vampire: blood sucker of the night. It had a sexual allure that I didn’t realize back then. Little did I know, that as an adult, I would still prowl the night looking for something to suck. This year we decided not to go to any parties. My lover, partner, and sometimes fellow oinker, John and I thought we’d just stay home and give out candy. The house was decorated inside and out. It was difficult to tell if we did it for the kids or for ourselves, we enjoyed it so much. Our house was a favorite among the trick or treaters because we always gave out huge candy bars. I love symbolism. John and I watched old horror movies, as was our custom on Halloween night, and took turns dispensing candy. It had just turned dark when I heard the doorbell. It was my turn, so I grabbed the plastic skull full of Halloween candy. I opened the door, looking down and expecting to see little kids with outstretched arms, bags in hand. What I saw was two of the biggest kids I had ever seen. As a matter of fact, one was taller then me. “Trick or treat!” they announced in unison. “John, come here. You’ve got to see this,” I said to my lover. He came up behind me and said, “Aren’t you a little old for this?” “Hey, it’s free candy,” said the boy who was nearly six feet tall. They had on cheap dime store masks – Batman and Robin. Their costumes were nothing more than shirts and jeans. I could see behind their masks that the tall one was blond and the other, a head shorter, had black hair. I presumed him to be Hispanic. They each took two candy bars. Little piggies, I thought. At the end of the walk they turned, whispered to each other, and giggled. I noticed their butts as they walked away. Then I felt John squeeze my ass. “I’ve got a treat for those two,” he said. “You and me both,” I agreed. The rest of the evening was uneventful, just the usual answering the door every so often. We were about to go to bed when the doorbell rang for the last time. “Kinda late for kids to be still be out,” John said looking out the window. Then I heard him talking to someone at the front door, so I went over to see who it was. It was the two big boys. “They want to use the rest room,” John said. 26 • Tricks and Treats

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“Well, Luis does,” said the blond. “This is Luis and Chance,” John told me. “Come on in,” he said to the boys, and instantly they left the cool night air and brought their warm bodies inside closer to us. “Follow me – it’s upstairs,” John told Luis. The two disappeared leaving me alone with the blond. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked him. “Sure, you have any Coke?” I got him a soda and we sat in the living room across from each other. I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his tight jeans. He was aware of where I was looking and adjusted himself. I smiled and made no attempt to hide my stare. “So, did you boys get much candy?” I asked. “Not the kind we wanted,” he answered with a devilish smile. “Maybe you weren’t performing the right tricks,” I added. “My name’s Nick.” I said putting out my hand to him and noticing how big his hands were. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” “Yep! All over.” “Yeah, I’ll bet. Your feet look pretty big, too. What size shoe do you wear, anyway?” “Fourteen,” he said proudly. “Yeah, that’s big,” I said looking at his crotch. “I’ll bet it’s hard to find anything that will fit.” “Sometimes, but I manage,” he said as he adjusted his growing mound. “Yeah, well, maybe I can help.” “I’m sure you can.” As we talked I noticed that John and Luis were taking a long time. I excused myself and quietly went upstairs to see what was going on. The bathroom was empty, but from the bedroom I heard the familiar wet sound of cock sucking. I found John on his knees, fully clothed, ravenously sucking Luis’ cock. Luis was sitting on the bed with his jeans around his ankles and his eyes closed. His crotch was covered in more thick, black hair than I would have expected from a kid his age. I watched as John slid his lips up and down Luis’ thick, dark cock. He was hung pretty well. I could tell the kid was uncut by the way John was enjoying it. He moaned on the up-slide then ground his face down to the root. I was getting hard just from watching, when I felt Chance’s hand on my ass. Tricks and Treats • 27

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“I’m ready for a treat like that,” he said, looking beyond me at John and Luis. “I see Luis has already got what he was looking for.” “Yeah. So has John.” We walked in quietly. Chance sat next to Luis on the bed, pulled his shirt off and watched my lover slide his expert mouth over his buddy’s cock. He had a great body – not very muscular, but real smooth. While he undid his jeans, I knelt before him and removed his sneakers. A thrill ran through me as I looked at his bare feet. They were big! I was hoping he was big all over. After fumbling with his belt and zipper, I pulled his jeans down over his long, down-covered legs. He wore no underwear. “Oh, yeah!” I said, as I marveled at his cock. It was a magnificent piece of juvenile meat. It was long, thick and bloated – enough to rival or satisfy any man. Beside me I heard John moan in amazement as his blue eyes caught sight of the boy’s cock. The blond boy giant turned to his buddy and said, “See, I told you this would be a good house to stop at,” then kissed him. Luis was no slouch in the cock department either. It wasn’t as big as Chance’s, but it was impressive and uncut. John really liked that. This was hot, but I had something else in mind. I got up and left them alone. I was in a voyeuristic mood. Downstairs, I turned on the TV and video equipment. I flipped through the channels and found the right one. There on the screen was my lover and the boys. We had installed the video equipment so when one had a trick, the other could watch. John was still on his knees sucking Luis. Only this time he had changed positions so that I would be able to see. He knew what I was up to. I zoomed in and was able to see Luis’ uncut cock slide in and out of John’s bearded mouth. This was great. The age difference between the boys and my lover was pretty significant. I loved that. John bobbed his head up and down the full length of Luis’ cock as the boys kissed. These boys were nothing but cheap, dime store trash, and I loved it. And from the look on John’s face, so did he. “Here, try this,” Chance told John, shaking his dick in his face. Instantly, John was on the boy’s cock. His lips stretched to accommodate its thick girth. It was fat as well as long. The blond put one 28 • Tricks and Treats

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hand behind my lover’s head and pulled him closer. I watched in amazement as it slowly slid down his throat. “Yeah. Take it, old man.” John gagged, but only for a second. He swallowed and then went back down on the boy. This time he took it all the way to the base. “Oh, man. Look at him,” Luis said. “I’ve never seen anyone do that.” “You love that cock, don’t ya, cocksucker?” Chance grunted. “Fucking right, kid!” John said as he got up and began to undress. The boys watched as he opened his shirt. “Yeah!” Luis said, reaching up and feeling John’s hairy chest. John dropped his pants, and they both whistled when they saw his cock. “Not bad,” Chance said feeling the older man’s cock. Then he reached behind and felt John’s hairy butt. “Oh, man. Nice ass, too.” John lay down on the bed as Chance crawled over him and slipped his cock back down his throat. Luis kneeled between John’s legs and swallowed his cock. They were all on the bed now with John in the middle. The two boys were smooth in comparison to John, who was hairy and older. Luis lifted my lover’s legs up, and Chance held onto them as the dark haired boy licked his hairy ass. More moans came from John. After a while, they got him on his hands and knees between them, with Luis still munching on John’s ass. The blond giant pulled back and held his monster out. “You think you can take this, old man?” I think John was getting off on the disrespect. I know I was. “I don’t know,” he said looking down at the beautiful boycock. “Why don’t we let Luis get me ready with his dick first?” he said, backing up his hairy ass to Luis’ cock. He reached over to the table and grabbed some poppers. “Yeah, man. Cool!” the boys said. John took a whiff, bent over and backed onto Luis’ cock. I could practically hear it being sucked in. “Yeah!” John exclaimed as Luis held onto his ass and rode him like a pro. “Oh, man! His ass is hot,” he said sliding his uncut cock deeper into John. In and out it went, making nasty, sloshing noises. John took another hit of poppers and sucked the blond’s cock again. It didn’t take long before the dark haired boy announced he was about to shoot. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” “Give it to me!” John answered. Tricks and Treats • 29

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Faster and faster he pushed until he groaned loudly, gave one last thrust, and came inside my lover’s upturned ass. “Shit!” he said as he pulled out with a pop and dropped onto the bed. Chance lay down and stuck his cock out. “OK, old dude. Give me some of that daddy ass. Sit on it.” Without hesitation John threw one leg over the boy and grabbed his teenage cock. First he took another hit of poppers and then I watched as his hairy ass opened up and the boy’s gigantic cock slid in. Inch after inch was buried up John’s hole until he was firmly impaled on the kid’s pole. “Oh, man! You fucking little bastard!” John said. “If you’re man enough, kid, fuck the shit outta my cunt.” John was lost now. When he started referring to his ass as a pussy, I knew he was in pig heaven. He got that way when he was thoroughly enjoying a fuck. He loved getting fucked, especially by young men. “I need more control,” Chance said. “Let me get behind you.” “Yeah!” John said getting on his hands and knees. “Fuck me dog style! I love that. Don’t go away, Luis. I want you to watch your buddy fuck my ass.” John moved to the end of the bed while Chance stood behind him. “Your hairy ass is the perfect height for my cock,” the boy said. “You ready for the best fuck you’re ever going to get, old man?” “Go ahead, you fucking piece of white trash,” he told the boy. I knew he was talking like that to get Chance riled up. “OK, faggot. Take it.” “Fuck me, boy!” Then with a loud slap across John’s ass, Chance shoved it in up to the hilt in one forceful thrust, causing John to pitch forward and grunt. The boy pushed the older man’s head down on the bed while keeping his ass raised. He held onto John’s hips. He fucked him that way for a while, shoving it in and out. Then the boy moved onto the bed without taking his cock out and mercilessly continued to fuck my lover. “Uh … uh … uh,” John grunted involuntarily with each thrust. I knew he was getting the ride of his life. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me!” he said, almost crying. “Fuck me! Oh, man!” John was really getting fucked now. He had his head buried in the pillows, biting and clawing at the sheets. “Fuck me, kid!” he 30 • Tricks and Treats

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kept repeating. “Oh, gawd!” he moaned. “Yeah! Yeah! Oh, gawd, yeah!” I watched from the side as Chance’s cock slid in and out of John’s hairy asshole. By now, it was well lubed and thoroughly relaxed. At that point he could have easily taken a horse’s cock, and he wasn’t too far from it. You could have probably driven a Buick in there. The boy kept at it, shoving his cock in and out, deeper with each thrust. His tongue poked out the side of his mouth as he concentrated completely on the task at hand. Luis sat back idly jacking off with a sly smile on his face, watching his buddy butt fuck the older man. I watched, too, transfixed at the movements of Chance’s graceful, young body. Then with a loud groan and a rumble he announced, “I’m gonna cum, man!” John grunted his approval, “Oh … yeah!” as the boy kept thrusting and shoving his fuck pole up my lover’s ass. I could only imagine the wonderful feeling of that young, thick cock invading my asshole, and I thought to myself that we would have to invite him back. On the last thrust he buried it deep and held it inside my lover’s ass. I watched his muscles flex and tighten as he shot all his adolescent jism into John. Then he collapsed onto his back. “God damn! That’s was great!” “I gotta cum,” John announced. He turned around and crawled up on the bed between the two boys. His kissed one then the other as his hand raced up and down his cock. Luis crawled on top of him and straddled his chest. Then, as John took Luis’ cock in his mouth again, he shot a pent-up load of spunk. It splashed up all over the kid’s back. I was jacking off, too, while I watched the three of them, and I shot at the same time as John. I had just finished wiping the heavy load off my belly when the three of them came back down to the living room with secret smiles across their faces. “What happened to you?” Chance asked. “You missed all the fun.” “Don’t be so sure. I’m sure there’ll be another time,” I smiled. “Hey, man,” Luis said to Chance, “we better get going.” On the way out, they both grabbed a few more candy bars. Chance turned to us and said, “I’m not sure which I like more, the tricking or the treats? But then, what’s the difference?” John and I smiled at each other. We knew they’d be back again, either alone or together. Tricks and Treats • 31

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I said no more pictures! ¡Dije que no más fotos!

What’s the matter with you, Justin? ¿Qué te pasa, Justo?

I’m not in the mood now, that’s all, Mr. Reeds. No estoy de humor, es todo, Sr. Ríos.

Still fucking? Fuck! So that’s what you were doing while I was almost defeated tonight! ¿Siguen cogiendo? ¡Carajo, por eso no vieron cómo casi me derrotan hoy!

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I need this ass now. Raoul, go attend to the reporters. Necesito este culo de nuevo. Raúl, atiende a los reporteros.

Are you kidding? You almost Lost? ¿Bromeas? ¿Casi pierdes?

Well, Raoul was right. You shouldn’t fuck so much! Bueno, Raúl tenía razón. No debiste coger tanto. Treat the press well, Raoul! ¡Sé bueno con la prensa, Raúl!

Bullshit! Benny deserves all of this cock and even more! I never fucked such a tight asshole! Uhh…

¡Al carajo! ¡Benito se merece toda esta verga y más! ¡Nunca cogí tan rico un culo!! Ahh...

Raoul knows how to treat them!! Fuck! Here’s even more CUM! ¡Raúl sabe cómo tratarlos! ¡Puta, más LECHE!!

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No, Justin is at his best, as usual. Why do you ask? No, Justo está en su mejor momento, como siempre. ¿Por qué?

Hey, forget the camera, Raoul. Be honest with me, OK? Olvida la cámara, Raúl, y dime la neta, ¿sí?

What happened? ¿Qué pasó?

Absolutely nothing, Rod. Nada de nada, Rod.

See? Raoul is in charge now. He really knows his business! ¿Ven? Raúl ya tomó las riendas. ¡Sí que sabe su negocio! Wow, can we stay? Guau, ¿nos podemos quedar?

Help me finish something.

Ayúdame con algo.

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Rod spread his meaty asscheeks open, hungry for that fuck pole. Raoul generously let Rod have it all in order to quench his animal appetites.

Rod abrió sus grandes nalgas, hambrientas de esa tranca de carne, y Raúl le dio gusto sin pensarlo dos veces.

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It’s so warm in here! ¡Qué caliente está la cosa ahí!

Hugh, your nephew’s a gem! ¡Hugo, tu sobrino es una bomba!

Warm this, boy. Calienta esto, chico.

Ohh, yes! Suck the head, yes! ¡Así, sóbame así la cabeza!! Oh, now I understand! It’s all the fucking! ¡Ahora ya entiendo! ¡Todo por coger!

SHIT! ¡MIERDA!

Oops! ¡Épale!

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Gotta go, guys! Nice to meet you all! ¡Chicos, debo irme! ¡Gusto en conocerles!

Not so fast, my friend! ¡No tan rápido, mi amigo!

Justin Vincible will convince you to keep your fucking mouth shut! Justo el Invencible te convencerá de callarte el hocico!

Bye bye! ¡Adiosito!

Is that enough for you, pal? ¿Te basta con eso, amigo? Ghh… OK! I’m convinced! Ghh... ¡Está bien, me convencieron! Well, Benny, should we believe him? Bueno, Benito, ¿le creemos?

You can’t talk with your mouth full! ¡Con la boca llena no hablarás!

Ohh… Let’s give him a chance! Uyy… ¡Démosle una oportunidad!

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Benny, don’t choke on all that cum! ¡Benito, no te vayas a atragantar con tanta leche!

Glug … Gosh, Uncle Hugh, there’s enough cream on me to fill a bowl of Cheerios! Glug … ¡Caray, tío Hugo, tengo tanta leche encima que sólo me hace falta un tazón de cereal!

Benny, I have a wonderful idea that will help me keep the “Invincible” title …. Benito, se me ocurre algo chingón que me ayudará a conservar el título de “Invencible”....

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A Hot Summer Snowstorm by Bud O’Donnell For my retirement, I wanted to get away from the horrendous humidity of Michigan summers and the frigid cold, ice, and snow of Michigan winters, so I transplanted myself to Arizona. Not only is it hot and dry with no snow to shovel in the winter time, but my yard is all “desert” so I don’t have a fucking blade of grass to cut, either. A short time after the cable television was hooked up in my new house, I noticed most of the channels looked as if they were experiencing a violent snowstorm. There was more snow than picture – and I had just moved 2,000 miles to get away from snow. I called the cable company, and a technician arrived the next day at noon. I opened the door to find a young man who had the name Dino embroidered on his shirt. He looked like a teenager, but I noticed a wedding ring on his left hand. It was obvious Dino was not originally from Arizona as he spoke with an accent that could only be identified as “pure New Yorker”. I learned that Dino was born and raised on Long Island. He married a girl from Arizona and decided to stay after the wedding. When he saw the snow on my channels, the first thing he wanted to do was check the connections. In order to check to connection in my bedroom, I had to move the furniture away from the wall. I knew I would have to empty some drawers to make the furniture lighter. Dino was standing next to me when I opened the first drawer. I had forgotten it was filled with my copies of Handjobs magazines. I mumbled, “Oh, shit!” Dino shocked me when he smiled and said, “That’s one of my favorite magazines.” “No, shit?” He grinned and said. “Honest to God! Cross my hardon and hope to die.” Dino explained that he was bisexual and bought Handjobs every month. I bragged a bit about having stories published in the June and July issues. He was thumbing through the June issue and asked me which one. I told him it was the story called “The Flat Tire”. His eyes got wide and he asked, “You’re Bud O’Donnell?” I said, “Guilty. Have you read the story, Dino?” “Shit, yes,” Dino said. “That’s the one about the guy and the priest.” He asked if that story were really true. A Hot Summer Snowstorm • 39

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I said, “Honest to God. Cross my hardon and hope to die.” He sort of grunted as he rubbed his cock, which was obviously getting hard in his pants. “Jesus! I got my cherry popped by one of the Christian Brothers who taught at my Catholic school. He was in his forties, and he sure taught me to enjoy getting his big, Irish cock up my ass. I’ve sort of been turned on to older guys ever since, but haven’t had much opportunity with anyone except Brother Kelly.” My ears perked up at that remark. Dino looked at his watch. “I’d better get busy and find out the problem with your cable.” He checked the connection to the outlet in my bedroom and went outside to the cable box. I didn’t envy his working outside in that heat. He was out there for quite a while and when he back came in, he was soaking in sweat. He had found the problem and quickly fixed it. As he started getting his stuff together, I said, “Dino, you can’t work the rest of the day in those wet clothes. Can’t you take a little time so you can at least shower? I could even throw your clothes in the washer and dryer. Shouldn’t take too long.” He grinned, grabbed his cell phone, and called his office. He told them he had run into some problem that would take several hours to fix. They told him that they would send someone else out on the rest of his job assignments. He winked at me, said, “It’s a done deal,” and then started to undress. Dino had a compact, muscular body that was virtually hairless except for a thick patch of armpit and pubic hair. His big balls hung low, and his cock, which looked about average length, was very fat. I gave him a towel and washcloth, gathered up his clothes, and carried them to the laundry room. When I came back, he was standing stark naked in my bathroom reading one of my Handjobs magazines. His cock was sticking up parallel to his belly. It looked as thick as a beer can. He looked at me and asked. “Did you really have a big cock when you were kid?” I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. My hard dick jutted out its full nine inches. “I was this size when I was fourteen.” “Wow!” Dino blurted out, and before I could react he was down on his knees. “This looks good enough to eat,” he said, swallowing the whole fucker. That boy was no amateur cocksucker. But I didn’t want to blow my load in his mouth. I pulled him up to his feet and gave him a deep, tongue-probing kiss. He moaned and collapsed against me 40 • A Hot Summer Snowstorm

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like he was swooning. When I pulled my mouth away, he gasped, “Oh, man, you sure know how to kiss, and nothing turns me on quicker. Let me get into that shower and then I’m all yours.” He turned and slid the shower door open. I reached out and cupped his beautiful bubble butt. He turned his head, grinned and asked, “You like that ass? I’m glad, and I hope you like to fuck as much as I love getting fucked – the longer the better.” I got in the shower with him, and when I soaped his butt I managed to work three of my long, thick fingers up his tight, elastic asshole. As soon as I rubbed across his prostate, he jerked up straight and grunted, “Oh, man, you’re making me cum.” He pushed his body back against mine and without touching it, he jettisoned his cum against the marble wall. As soon as he caught his breath, he turned and kissed me. My cock was jammed up against his belly. He clutched it in his hand, and in a hoarse sounding voice said, “I wanna get fucked now.” He stepped from the shower and immediately dropped to his hands and knees on the rug. I dashed into my bedroom and grabbed a condom and lubricant. While on his knees Dino took the rubber and rolled it down my cock and in a whimpering sounding voice, said, “Oh, I want this up my ass so bad, but I’ve never been fucked with a dick this big. You’re cock’s longer and a lot fatter than Brother Kelly’s.” He turned and lowered his head onto his hands, thrusting his ass high in the air. I dropped down behind him and buried my bearded face in the crack of his ass. Then I pushed my cockhead up against his hole. Slowly, I slid my prick into his tight ass. I pushed into him very slowly, letting him adjust until my pubes were up against his muscular buns. I felt him tighten his sphincter around my cock. He was taking deep breaths. “As soon as your cock moved over my prostate the magic started. Hammer my ass with that big fucker, please, Mr. O’Donnell.” I grunted as I pulled my cock out to the head and thrust it back in his tight ass. “Dino, with my cock balls deep up your ass, don’t you think you know me well enough that you could call me Bud?” I pulled almost all the way out and rammed it back in. “Oh, yeah. I can do that, Bud. Yeah. Fuck me, Bud.”

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I began fucking him hard, and as I slammed his ass full of cock he would grunt, “Ugh, yeah, fuck me. Fuck my ass till I can’t walk. Oh, yeah!” Dino reached back between his legs and pulled on my balls, and that set me on fire. I began jack-hammering my cock in and out of his incredible ass. “Oh, shit! You’re making me cum again,” he groaned as he thrust his ass back hard and then wiggled it, trying to bury my cock even deeper. I rammed him hard and he flopped flat on his belly. I rode him down and sprawled on top of him, grinding my cock as deep into his ass as I could reach. Dino spread his legs wide which allowed my cock to slide deeper into his guts. I began fucking him wildly. He really knew how to take a cock up that butt of his. When he came, his ass squeezed my dick so tight it literally sucked the cum out of my balls. I collapsed on his back licking his neck and then his ear. He shivered beneath me. His ass kept a tight grip on my dick. He turned his head so I could kiss him. I slowly pulled my cock from his ass. I turned him over and kissed him long and hard. His body quivered as he gasped, “Oh, I love the way you kiss.” My cock began to harden again. “Oh, Bud, that fuck was the best yet.” As we lay there on the bathroom rug recovering from an absolutely wonderful fuck, Dino began to tell me about the Christian Brother who copped his cherry. “Brother Kelly was my chemistry teacher. I was a good student, so he asked me if I would like to be his lab assistant on Saturdays and help him set up the chemistry labs for Monday’s classes. I readily agreed. “One day, as we were working, I tipped over a bottle of acid and it splashed on my pants. Brother quickly had me get those pants off before the acid reached my skin underneath. In seconds, I had those pants off and was standing there in my Fruit of the Loom briefs. Brother Kelly quickly rinsed my pants in the sink, but the acid had already burned a hole right through the fly. I don’t know why, but I suddenly got a hardon, and it was very noticeable. I saw Brother looking at it, but he just said he’d go get a pair of pants from his room. “In a few minutes he came back carrying a pair of black pants. He had taken his cassock off and was wearing just his t-shirt and slacks. 42 • A Hot Summer Snowstorm

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I hadn’t realized Brother was so hairy. His arms were covered with red hair, and it curled out over the neck of his t-shirt. I tried the pants on and they fell to the floor. Brother laughed as he knelt down and held the pants up while I put my belt through the loops. He began running the palm of his hand over the lump my hardon made in the pants. I gulped and blushed, but Brother just continued to rub my dick. He grinned up at me and told me I shouldn’t be embarrassed, because God gave men cocks so they could play with them, and if they had a chance to play with someone else’s that was OK with God, too. I’d never heard anyone say anything like that, but Brother was religious so I figured what he was doing was OK. He also said that jacking off was not sinful, in spite of what some priests said. “After I had the belt in my pants, instead of letting me fasten them, Brother Kelly pulled them down along with my underwear. Since my cock was hard as a rock, he just leaned forward, pulled it down from my belly and sucked it into his mouth. I was stunned. When I blasted my load into his mouth, he surprised me by swallowing every drop. I had to hang onto his shoulders to keep from falling over. I’d never felt anything so wonderful. “He stood up and kissed me. I didn’t realize the salty taste on his tongue was my own cum. I’d never been kissed like that before, and my cock stayed hard. He pulled his mouth from mine and asked if I would suck his cock, too. I nodded my head. He opened his pants and pulled out a hard cock that was much bigger than mine. My mouth dropped open and I sort of whimpered, ‘Gosh, Brother. Your dick’s so big I don’t think I can get all of it in my mouth.’ “He told me to take as much as I could. After I’d sucked on about four inches of his cock for a few minutes, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, ‘I know a place where you’ll be able to take it all.’ He turned me around and bent me over the counter in the supply room. He opened a jar of something and began rubbing it on my asshole. He waited a couple of minutes and then he put something on his cock that made it greasy. I felt him push the head of his cock up against my ass pucker. I was afraid it was going to hurt trying to get that big cock into my little asshole, but he told me it wouldn’t hurt a bit. Much to my amazement, he was right. Before I knew it, he had his big cock buried to his balls up my ass, and I didn’t feel a thing except pleasure when it rubbed against my prostate. A Hot Summer Snowstorm • 43

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“Brother really began to fuck my ass, pulling his cock almost all the way out and then ramming it back in. It felt so good that I came twice before he grunted and shot his load up my ass. He had me so hot that I asked if he would fuck me again. He kept me in the storage room, kissing me and fondling me and sucking my cock for about half an hour until his cock was hard again. Then he had me bend over that counter again and slid his big cock up my ass and fucked me until I thought I would faint from the pleasure. He had me so turned on that I just wanted him to fuck me all the time. I was in heaven, but the next morning I couldn’t believe how sore my ass was. I could hardly sit down. “On Monday after school I went to the Chemistry room and told Brother I needed to talk to him. He locked his classroom from the inside and took me into the supply closet. I told him how much I liked it when he fucked me, but that my butt was really sore afterwards. He had me drop my pants and he got something to rub on it. It felt cool and he said that would take some of the soreness out. I asked why it was sore afterwards, but didn’t hurt when he fucked me. “He said he had used a local anesthesia on my butt so it wouldn’t hurt. Then he asked if he could fuck me again. He rubbed some more of that stuff on my ass and then he had me lie on my back on the table in the storage room. He put my legs over his shoulders, dropped his pants, and fucked me. He fucked three orgasms out of me before he filled my ass with his load. He gave me some of the stuff to rub on my ass when I got home to take the soreness out. “By the next day I was ready to have his cock up my ass again, but had to wait until Saturday. Every Saturday for the whole school year, he would take me into the supply room, suck me off, and then fuck me. I loved it. “Every once in a while one brother remained at the Brother House while the rest were on retreat. When Brother Kelly had that duty, he would take me to his room and fuck me for hours. I loved it because we’d both be stark naked. He was hairy, like you are, and I could lie on my back with my legs up over his shoulders and watch him while he shoved that big cock up my ass. What I liked most was when he’d lean down and kiss me. I’d cum every time he did that.” Dino’s story had us both rock hard again. I quickly dashed to the laundry room and put his clothes in the dryer. When I got back, he was lying on his back on my bed. 44 • A Hot Summer Snowstorm

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I got another rubber and rolled it down my cock. I put his legs over my shoulders and slid my cock into his lubricated ass like a knife into hot butter. I felt my cockhead rub over his prostate. He moaned, “Oh, your cock feels so good.” That remark almost made me cum. I held his ankles and watched my cock slide in and out of his tight asshole. His cock was bobbing up and down on his belly. When I let go of his ankles and leaned down to kiss him, I felt his hot cum blast against my chest and belly. I raised up, grabbed his ankles, spread his legs and watched my cock piston in and out of his tight ass. Then I’d lean down and kiss him again, and sure enough, his cock would shoot out another load. That boy was loaded. I brought him through four orgasms before his final one gripped my cock so tight that I’d swear his butt sucked the cum right out of my balls. We showered the second time, and while we soaped each other, Dino asked if he could see me again. He had Wednesdays off. His wife worked as a cashier at a grocery store and never got home before nine. Dino asked if he could come over on his day off. Now I think I know the real reason why they call Wednesday “Hump Day”.

Club Head by Peter The invitation read: “You’re a winner! You and your father have been chosen for an all-expenses-paid vacation at the International Club Resort, Beach Head, Paradise Island.” I knew my dad had entered us in some contest. He had asked me some pretty personal questions for the entry form. It was hard to answer those questions with him sitting next to me in his white underwear. His tank top clung to his protruding nipples and hairy chest, making me sweat and my dick stir. The fly on his tight briefs kept gapping open, revealing his curling pubic hair and the base of his shaft. My jerk-off was wild that night as I imagined reaching in and pulling it out. The thought of his big, heavy dick in my hands gave me the most awesome orgasm. I was one sticky mess once I came. I imagined the taste of my cum was his. I was so excited when we landed at the island airport and were greeted by last year’s winners, Miguel Sanchez and his dad. Our dads sat up front in the resort limousine while Miguel and I got to know Club Head • 45

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each other in back. Miguel kept looking at my fly and then looking at his. I was shocked to see his cock twitch inside his shorts. We drove for some time, and by the time we got to the resort, Miguel was rubbing his leg against mine. His hardon was tenting his shorts straight up. Mine was, too. It was pointing to the roof and throbbing out of control. Miguel kept eyeing it luridly as he licked his lips and he ran his tongue around the edges. “Here, let me help you with that,” Miguel’s dad said to mine as he picked up Dad’s luggage. “We’re sharing the same room.” He winked, smiled, reached around Dad’s shoulder, and squeezed it tight. I bent down to pick up my own luggage and when my hands were full, Miguel said, “Here, let me help you with that.” He covered my bulging crotch with his hand and gave it a grope. “You take good care of him, Miguel,” his father called back to us. I had read that the club rents the resort every year at this time for a whole week. I was amazed at the collection of guys with their dads – it was just like the brochure. In fact, if I were to select the best set of dads and sons in the world I don’t think I could have done better. After we got to our room and unpacked, Miguel announced he was going to take a shower. Then he dropped his shorts. His gorgeous, dark, uncut cock pointed straight out. He nonchalantly walked into the bathroom, left the door open, and began to shower. I just stood there with a boner and watched in amazement as he lathered himself up. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of a key in the door. It was Miguel’s father. I tried to hide my boner from him, but he didn’t act like it was any big deal. Noticing his son in the shower, he said, “I think I’ll join him. It sure is hot today.” He pulled his polo shirt over his head, revealing the most incredible chest I had ever seen. Then he dropped his shorts and revealed a monstrous cock – dark, smooth, uncut, and fleshy. Two weighty balls hung below. When he turned around I saw he had the most curvaceous ass, real round and smooth. Miguel and his dad said something in Spanish and started to soap each other’s back. To my surprise, Miguel’s dad reached below his son’s ass and groped his balls lewdly. Soon they were pulling and teasing and toying with each other. My hardon started throbbing, and I developed a precum stain on the front of my shorts. 46 • Club Head

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“Come on in!” Miguel’s dad called out. As if hypnotized I walked into the bathroom, shed my clothes, and stepped into the shower with them. “Welcome to Club Head,” Miguel announced as he tweaked my nipples. Miguel’s father fingered my anxious ass and grabbed my soapy cock. The feel of his hands on my body had me climbing the walls. “Club Head?” I asked curiously. Miguel and his dad were soon poking their fingers at my tight, puckered hole. It felt so good, I was beginning to give way and loosen up. “Yeah, that’s what we call it,” Miguel answered, “because everyone gives such great head here.” With that, his finger slid way up into my slick hole. The feeling was so hot. Miguel took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked for dear life. Gradually, Miguel’s dad eased his finger all the way in me, too. He fucked his finger in and out of my ass, making me squirm and moan. “That’s right, loosen up, boy. Your hole feels so tight around my finger. Feels so good.” After a few minutes Miguel had eased his way down my body without removing his finger from my hole. I could feel his breath on my hot cock. Then I felt his tongue on it. His father bent down to join him. They got on either side of me and each lapped my straining anxious cock and made me shiver with excitement. Then I heard the door again and who should enter, but my dad! He stood at the entrance to the bathroom in nothing but a pair of shorts. Miguel and his father rose. All I could hear was the sound of the shower. “Drop ’em!” Miguel’s father commanded. My dad’s shorts fell to the floor and he was totally naked. With his hands on his hips, he stared straight at me, and the most incredible thing happened. As we all watched, his huge, soft cock began to buck and jerk and grow and rise. It seemed to go on forever. I’ll never forget it. Up from the mass of thick pubic hair, above his low slung balls, his massive cock rose and rose, pulsing and throbbing until it was pointing straight at me. I came instantly. Streams and streams of cum. All over Miguel’s crotch. His father immediately began licking it up. That’s when I fainted. Club Head • 47

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I woke up on the bed, naked and warm, with my dad as nude as could be lying next to me. I was on my back. He was on his side with his face right next to mine. He rubbed my chest, tweaked my nipples. I raised my hand and ran my fingers through his chest hair. He pulled me closer to him, his big cock resting on my thigh. I took it in my left hand and it grew. It was amazing. I could feel his hairy balls at my side. “We have a big night ahead of us,” he whispered. “Tonight’s our initiation into the club. I don’t know exactly what they do, but I have an idea you’ll really like it. Get some more rest. I’ll call you when they’re ready.” Then he kissed me on the lips. I never slept so well. That night at the initiation party, I learned that all the others there were past winners. We were all in a big tent wearing little more than loincloths as we ate, drank, and got to know each other. When it was announced that the initiation would begin I got all excited. One of the fathers took center stage. He told us all about the international club and why my dad and I had been chosen. “Our young man, I’m told, has never actually had sex with his father. Is that true?” he said. My dad and I looked at each other and nodded. 48 • Club Head

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The man continued, “I know we have a crowd, but would you like to do it now?” We looked at each other again and when my dad nodded, I nodded eagerly. “Good. Very good. To help make it even more fun, and maybe even easier, we have a little game for you to play as a part of your initiation. Are you ready to try it?” We checked with each other and again agreed. “The blindfolds, please.” Miguel and his father blindfolded us and led us to a large covered table in the center of the tent. We climbed up on it and got on our knees facing each other. “OK. Please, begin.” I felt my father’s hands cup my face and raise my mouth to his. I could feel all the eyes watching us, but most of all I was focused on my dad. The feel of his lips touching mine was phenomenal. When I felt his tongue slip into my mouth I nearly fainted again. My ears rang when I heard my father whisper, “I love you, son.” That was easy to respond to. “I love you, too, Dad,” I said. I gripped his powerful muscles and he gripped mine. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight. I hugged him hard and close. It was then I became aware his cock had risen and was throbbing hard against me. My cock was so stiff it was caught between his thighs. I rubbed it there for some time; the sensations were incredible. He soon lifted it between us to rub alongside his. And then, as he leaned back, he lined up the undersides of our dicks so they’d rub against each other. When I moaned, I heard others in the room moan, too. Then I felt other hands touching me. I could tell my father’s body was getting massaged, too. “Let me lick your body,” my dad pleaded. After lapping my face, he started lower. As I felt his tongue on my chest, we were helped to change position. I found myself on my back with him facing the other direction above me. First, I felt his chest hairs across my tongue. Then I felt his nipples reach my lips. I lapped and nibbled and sucked on his as he sucked mine. My cock leapt and so did his. When my nose got a whiff of his sweaty underarms, I nearly passed out from the pleasure. Soon I could smell his hot crotch. I sensed his stiff one before it hit me under the chin. I let out a gasp when his lips surrounded my cockhead. I heard the sound of his sucking clearly. Again, I heard the crowd respond. More hands appeared; all sorts Club Head • 49

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of hands toyed with my body. Oil was being rubbed across my ass. Fingers began exploring me everywhere. One of my hands cupped my dad’s hairy balls. The other ran over his hairy ass and into his crack. As my tongue finally touched on the soft head of his big prick, my fingers ran down the hairy crevice of his ass to touch his hot hole. Other hands were nearby, squeezing his firm buns, but his tight puckered hole was fully mine. It grabbed one of my fingers and pulsated hard around it. My tongue licked all around his huge cockhead as he licked around mine. When his lips took several inches of my straining cock inside, I swallowed his as far as I could go. As we lay there against each other, totally blindfolded, I imagined how we looked up there on that table having sex for the first time in front of this hot crowd. Several hands pushed me lower, and I felt his tongue touch my asshole. Then I felt the soft hairs that lined his crack tickle my own tongue. His tongue felt so good on my hole; I couldn’t deny him the same feeling. We each moaned uncontrollably. At some point we got on our sides and finally they put me on top of him. The fingers going in and out of my ass were relentless. As we became sweatier I slipped and slid over my dad until I sat squarely in his lap facing him. His strong hands ran over my slick dick while his big thick cock rode up and down my crack. I humped up and down on top of him running my hands through his chest hairs, pinching his nipples excitedly. He humped up at me until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Remove the blindfold!” he shouted, “I want to see my boy.” They pulled it off and the crowd cheered. They also removed my blindfold; I was ecstatic to see my dad face-to-face. He smiled at me. There was this lust in his eyes. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me right now. Do it – do it. I want you to.” The crowd went wild and immediately started lubricating us. My dad went nearly crazy as one hand after another rubbed hot lube on his dick. My ass was opening up for all the fingers thrusting lube up inside it. I lined up his hot cock with my hole. “A virgin,” Miguel called out. Everyone watched closely as my dad’s big cockhead pierced my hole. It slowly slipped in. Then one inch after another disappeared up my cherry hole. Dad began to thrust upward. When I sat completely on him I swear I heard applause. I 50 • Club Head

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began to ride him immediately. Up and down. In and out. Sweating. Panting. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK ME!” I screamed. Finally I surrendered, “Oh, Daddy! I’M GOING TO CUM!” Miguel’s dad shoved his hard cock in my mouth, muffling my moans. Every fleshy inch of his passed my lips. My hands reached out and grabbed two of the other dads’ cocks and jerked them like crazy. Another dad was under me sucking my cock while his son sucked him. Miguel began eating my dad’s hot, hairy ass. The shouting grew louder. The sweat went flying. “Oh, son. Feel my dick! FEEL ME CUM! I NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD!” my dad shouted. The feeling of my daddy’s hot spunk racing up my ass was phenomenal. Streams of it. The father under me sucked me dry. I saw his son swallow his. Everyone shot their load. My dad was covered in cum. I was drenched in it. When we were through everyone said it had been best initiation ever. Next year my dad and I get to help choose the next father and son to win a trip to Club Head. Boy, I can’t wait!

The Kid Next Door by Gene Richards Kyle, the kid next door, was driving me into a sexual frenzy. He was about 5’7” with a medium build, cornsilk hair, and the bluest eyes anyone deserved to have. It wasn’t too bad last winter, when I moved into this house. I’d only see him as he left for school bundled up to his eyes. But now that summer was here, all those heavy clothes were packed away and the kid was lounging around in only a pair of silky basketball shorts. They hugged his hard, rounded buns and hung loosely on either side of his sizable basket. Kyle’s dad had recently put up a basketball hoop by the edge of their back patio and Kyle was out there in those damn cock teasing shorts all the time. The elastic in the waistband must have been a little loose – when he jumped to make a basket, they’d slip down, revealing the top of his asscrack. I wished they’d fall off completely. I wanted to see him naked. Kyle usually greeted me with a cheerful, “Hi, Mr. Morgan. How ya doing?” If I was sitting out on my patio, he’d come over, drop that The Kid Next Door • 51

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cute ass of his into one of the chairs and chat. I always had to lay my newspaper over my lap to hide the woody he caused just by being there close to me. He usually had his basketball with him, bouncing it between his spread legs on the patio. Now and then, it would roll 52 • The Kid Next Door

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away. He’d chase after it, bending over to give me a view of that hot, tight ass of his. God, how I would have loved to fuck a hot load of cum into that cherry hole. One Monday, Kyle’s parents left for a business trip, and I watched as they said goodbye to Kyle and drove off. He, as usual, was wearing only those silky shorts. After waving goodbye, he ran into the house and out the back door with his basketball to shoot some hoops. I wandered out onto my patio, and Kyle called out, “Hi, Mr. Morgan.” “Hi, Kyle,” I called back. “Come over here a minute.” He hopped over to my patio, ball in hand. “You want to have a pizza with me tonight?” I asked. A big smile crossed his face. “Yeah. That would be great,” he responded. I told him to come back over about five. When Kyle arrived for pizza that evening, he was in his silky rayon shorts and shirtless as usual. I sat at the end of the table and Kyle sat next to me. I brought up the topic of sex, and surprisingly, he was uninhibited about his sexual activities. I learned he loved to masturbate and had little interest in girls. He disclosed his interest in the boy’s locker room and showers, remarking that some of the other boys had dicks that looked “different”. Suddenly, just as Kyle was taking a big bite of his slice of pizza, a gob of sauce dripped and landed on his left nipple. He let out a howl, dropping his pizza on the plate. I grabbed my napkin and said, “Here, let me get that,” as I cleaned the red sauce from his nipple. I could feel it stiffen, and a low groan escaped Kyle’s lips. “There,” I said. “I think I got it all.” But instinct made me flip my thumb over the hard nub a few more times, causing Kyle to gasp. “How’s the pizza, Kyle?” I asked, reaching down to rub his knee and sliding my hand onto his. “Great,” he responded. Then out of the blue, Kyle asked, “Are you gay, Mr. Morgan?” “Yes, Kyle. I guess I am. Does that bother you or make you nervous to be around me?” I responded. “Not at all, Mr. Morgan. I’ve often wondered if I don’t have leanings in that direction, myself,” he said. I invited him to stay, hoping to maybe show him some gay porno videos, but he said he had better get home because he had basketball The Kid Next Door • 53

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practice the next morning. He took off and I was left with a roaring hard cock and churning balls. About eight o’clock the following morning, my phone rang. It was Kyle. “Mr. Morgan? I got a problem. Our water heater must not be working, and all I get is cold water. Do you mind if I take quick shower at your place?” “Come on over, Kyle,” I told him. “You’re welcome to shower here.” “Thanks. I’ll be right over,” he said. I quickly removed all of the towels from my bathroom before I heard Kyle calling me from the patio doors. I hurried to let him in, and as usual, he was only wearing “the” shorts. “Gee, Mr. Morgan, I really appreciate this. I can’t stand to take an ice cold shower.” I thought to myself that that was exactly what I needed. I showed him to the bathroom, and he closed the door behind him. But I knew I’d hear from him shortly, as I waited outside the closed door. When I heard the shower shut off, I was all set with a big, fluffy white towel. There were a few minutes of silence from the other side of the closed door, then I heard Kyle call out, “Hey, Mr. Morgan, there’s no towels in here. You got one I can use?” With that, I opened the door, and there he was – naked, wet and everything I pictured in my mind. A trail of fuzzy belly hair led down to a nice, dark bush. I guess what surprised me the most was the cock this kid had on him – cut, thick and half hard. His fuzzy, heavy balls made a mouth watering background to his cock. “Thanks, Mr. Morgan,” he said as he held out his hand for the towel I was holding. “Let me do it for you, kid,” I said and moved over close to him. “Turn your back to me.” He did as I said. I started drying him at his shoulders and moved down his back. My hands moved lovingly over those glorious asscheeks as I dried them and worked the towel between them. I let my finger linger near his virgin asshole. I knelt to dry his thighs and legs. My face was level with his ass, and I was so hungry to pull his cheeks apart and eat his ass out. I told him to turn around. He did, and my face was slapped with a young, hard, swollen cock. He had popped a real woody as I dried his backside. 54 • The Kid Next Door

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“I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan,” Kyle whispered. “Guess it was your hands on my ass that caused it.” “No problem with that, kid,” I said. “It’s natural.” His cockhead was right in my face, and a big crystal drop of precum was poised at his cumhole. My tongue darted out and captured that precious drop of nectar. “Oh … oh … oh,” was all he could utter. I reached up and clutched the shaft of his substantial cock. Opening my mouth, tongue out and poised, I squeezed. A gusher of the boy’s precum oozed out on my tongue, sweet as honey. Kyle groaned and thrust his young hips forward. An invitation if I ever saw one. I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and began bobbing on it. All of a sudden, Kyle groaned loudly, and I had a mouthful of thick, hot and tasty boycum. When he had emptied his young balls into my hungry mouth, he leaned over and placed his hands on my shoulders to steady his weak legs. I continued to suckle and milk every fucking drop of that boy cream from him as he panted and gasped above me. “I’m sorry. Oh, man, I am sorry,” Kyle muttered. “I’m not,” I responded. “It’s what I wanted.” “That was unbelievable, Mr. Morgan. I’ve never had that done to me before. I’ve heard about it, fantasized about it, but nothing in my mind would ever match what I felt,” Kyle said. “That, boy, is just one of the joys I’m going to show you. If you’re willing, I’ll take you to the stars and back.” “How could there be anything better than what you just did to me?” Kyle asked. “Let me show you,” I said as I got to my feet and freed the hard, oozing cock that had been throbbing between my hairy thighs in my pants. “Wow!” Kyle exclaimed as he viewed my long, thick-veined cock, which was standing in an upward arc from my groin. “Can I touch it?” Kyle asked. I gave him a nod, and when his hand gripped my throbbing cock, a string of clear precum ran out of my cumhole. “You like it?” I asked. “Oh, Mr. Morgan, it’s huge!” Kyle remarked “Turn around and lean over the vanity, boy, and I’ll show you some more fun.” The Kid Next Door • 55

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As the naked boy leaned over the vanity counter, I told him to spread his legs wide. I dropped to my knees behind him. His beautiful virgin ass was right in front of my face again. I went from left to right, kissing and running my hungry tongue over every inch of his butt. I was virtually oblivious to the groans and moans that Kyle was making as I tongue washed those sweet asscheeks. Then I raised my hands to them and spread them apart, eager to see the tight, pink, puckered hole my cock drooled for. The precum was literally running out of my cumhole onto the tiled floor beneath me. Lust overcame me as I darted my tongue out and speared that boy’s virgin asshole. “Oh, Mr. Morgan!” Kyle cried out. “What are you doing to me? That’s driving me wild.” I slurped on that luscious pucker, then wet a finger in my mouth and worked it into the boy’s sweet, tight lovehole. “Oh … oh … oh!” he groaned over and over as my wet finger breached his virgin asshole. I withdrew my finger, rewet it, and shoved it deeper and deeper up his ass. He began to whimper and moan as I finger fucked his cute, tight hole. I had to fuck him – I had to. I stood up and ran my drooling cockhead up and down between those lovely, young asscheeks. I got a tube of lube from the vanity drawer, watching the startled, expectant face of the boy in the large mirror. I liberally lubed up my aching cock, then the boy’s young virgin asshole. I told him, “I’m gonna fuck that cute ass of yours.” “Mr. Morgan, I’ve never done anything like that before and your cock is so big!” he cried out. Withdrawing my finger, I positioned my drooling cockhead against his tight, virgin boypussy, ready to bust his cherry. I placed one hand on his back to hold him and grasped my slippery cock in the other. Then I slowly guided it into his ass. His eyes were like saucers, and his mouth opened wide, forming a silent “O”. When my cockhead came up against his protective gate, I hesitated, then thrust through, taking his cherry. He cried out with the initial pain of my entry, and I held him firmly. Ever so slowly, I eased more and more of my cock up inside that tight, hot, velvet tunnel of love. It’s hard to explain the look I saw on his face in the mirror. Shock? 56 • The Kid Next Door

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Pain? Pleasure? Soon I was all the way into his hot, gripping asshole, and my wiry pubes were resting up against his twin globes. I waited for what seemed an eternity, allowing the boy’s canal to adjust to the bulk of my throbbing cock. As I felt him relaxing, I began to slowly move in and out. Soon, I saw an expression of pleasure on the boy’s face in the mirror. Then I began to lay it to him, shoving my cock in and out as Kyle moaned, grunted, and groaned. I had him. I had his hot, tight ass. “Oh, oh. Oh, my!” Kyle babbled as he was getting his ass fucked for the first time. My hairy, cum-filled balls were slapping and swinging up between his spread legs and I became aware that his cock, now hard again, was pressed up against the edge of the vanity. Suddenly his ass tightened like a vise on my cock and he cried out. A thick, hot, sticky load of cum shot from his cock and ran down the front of the vanity. This triggered my cock. I cried out and shot my hot spunk deep up in the kid’s bowels. He would have had to have felt the cum erupting from my cumhole. I don’t think I ever had such an intense orgasm. Spurt after spurt of my sperm shot deep into the boy’s velvety tunnel. When I stopped cumming, my body went limp, and with my cock still anchored deep in the kid’s hole, I collapsed on his back. Kyle was whimpering. “You OK, kid?” I asked as I lay over his naked young back. “Oh, man, Mr. Morgan. I’m A-OK. I have never experienced anything like that before,” he sobbed. “Are you sorry that I sucked your cock and fucked your ass?” “No! Oh, no! It was so – so – I can’t find the words to describe it all,” he said. Slowly my cock began to shrink, and I raised myself up off Kyle’s back. I’m sure we both felt the sensation when my cock slipped out of the boy’s asshole. We groaned in unison. Glancing down, I saw my half hard and still swollen cock, shiny with my own cum coating its length. Kyle stayed bent over the vanity. I squatted down to inspect the aftermath of my fucking. I leaned forward and lapped at my own spunk as it oozed out of his slowly closing asshole. We took a quick shower together, dried each other off, and got dressed. I put my arm around Kyle’s shoulders as we made our way to the patio doors and asked him, “Any regrets?” “No, sir,” he responded. “That was awesome.” The Kid Next Door • 57

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As we reached the door, I wrapped my arms around his slender body and kissed him gently. As I pulled away and he opened the door to leave, he smiled at me and asked, “Can we do this again, Mr. Morgan? Real soon?” “Any time you want, Kyle, any time. Just come on over and I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” I responded. And he did. About three or four times a week, Kyle was at my door – hot, horny, and ready to learn all there was about the wonders of sex. He was always welcome.

Dad’s Basement Fuck by Big Al It was a sunny, springtime Saturday afternoon. My father and I had spent all afternoon putting in the vegetable garden at the far end of the back yard. By the time five o’clock rolled around, we had finally finished. It had been a long, hard, afternoon and we were pretty grimy and sweaty from working in the dirt. We heard the screen door slam at the back of the house and saw Mom step out the back door. “Max! Ronny! You guys need to finish up and come into the house and get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready soon,” Mom yelled as she waved her arms. Dad waved back, acknowledging her message. “C’mon Ronny, let’s get these tools and equipment back into the shed and head on into the house. Your mother will be upset if we aren’t sitting at the table when dinner is ready,” Dad said. We got the tools put away and locked the shed. We headed back into the house and stepped in the back door. “Hey, sport, why don’t we go down in the basement and shower together. It will save us some time and we can help scrub each other down and get all this dirt and mud off,” Dad suggested. “Sure, Dad; let’s go,” I replied. We flew down the basement stairs and headed into the laundry room where we had a cement block stall and shower. Mom, as always, had a pile of dirty laundry in the middle of the floor. “Hurry up, Ronny. Let’s see who can strip down the fastest and hit the shower first.” “All right, all right. I’m hurryin’.” 58 • Dad’s Basement Fuck

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I proceeded to pull my t-shirt over my head as Dad removed his shirt, shoes and pants. I struggled a little bit removing my shirt. I was all sweaty and it got stuck as I tried to pull it over my head. Dad finally gave it a quick yank for me and pulled it the rest of the way off. I looked up and stared at my dad for a couple seconds. He was standing in front of me bare ass naked. I was a little shocked and excited seeing him in the nude for the first time. I took a step back and looked down to the floor in embarrassment. “C’mon Ronny. No need to be embarrassed. It’s just us guys. Now hurry up and take off your shoes and pants,” Dad coaxed. I continued to stare at the floor as I removed the rest of my clothes. I always knew Dad was a handsome, well-built man, but until now I had no idea he was so sexy. His body was covered with black hair all up and down his chest and stomach as it trailed down to his mature, man-sized dick. His body hair matched his full, bushy mustache and head of hair. I had never seen a mature man naked before and couldn’t believe how enormous Dad’s penis was. I finished undressing and Dad pushed me into the shower. He stood with his back to me in the stall as he turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. “Aaahhh. That’s better. Nothing like a good hot shower to ease those sore muscles,” Dad stated. He grabbed the bar of soap and proceeded to lather up his body. Then he looked at me and stopped soaping himself up. He handed me the soap. “Sorry, Ronny. I forgot. The whole idea of us taking a shower together was so we could scrub each other clean. Take the soap and start scrubbing my arms and armpits.” I proceeded to do as I was told. I loved the feel of Dad’s hairy muscular arms and armpits as my hands slid over his slippery skin. “OK, now scrub my chest.” I slid the bar of soap over Dad’s solid, hairy pecs. I got his hairy chest all soapy and set the soap in the soap rest. I continued to use one hand to scrub his chest as I used the other to move down his stomach. I slowly rubbed my thumb over Dad’s left nipple. It started to stand out and get hard. My dick started to get erect, even though I hoped it would stay soft. I didn’t want Dad to think I was getting excited. I felt something rub against my stomach and glanced down. Fuck! I couldn’t believe it. Dad’s dick was growing larger. He was Dad’s Basement Fuck • 59

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just as excited as I was. I quickly glanced up at him. Dad was looking down at me. I looked back down at his dick. It had grown into a full, hard, man-sized cock. I hesitated, built up some courage, then reached down and grabbed Dad’s cock. “Oh, shit. Oh, yeah.” Dad moaned. I looked back up and Dad was staring down at me with a lustful gaze. We stood in the shower for a good 30 seconds, gazing at each other as I slowly stroked and squeezed his throbbing cock. His breathing gradually became more labored. We could feel the sexual tension escalate. Suddenly, Dad grabbed me and pulled me out of the shower. We tripped over the pile of dirty laundry, and I landed on my back. I could feel the cold cement floor on my wet back as Dad fell on top of me. Dad gazed back into my eyes, then pressed his mouth against mine. He forced my mouth open and plunged his tongue deep to the back of my throat. His breathing became heavier as his hot breath forced its way out of his flared nostrils. I could feel the coarseness of his mustache and stubble against my smooth skin. Dad rested the weight of his body on me as he started to hump and kiss me around my chin and neck. “Aw, shit, Ronny. I can’t help myself. I need to fuck my son,” Dad whispered. Dad slid his knees up closer to my buttocks. The backs of my legs rested against his hairy thighs. Dad lowered his body back down against me as I wrapped my legs around his torso so I could position my ass against his groin. Dad’s wet, soapy, hairy body writhed against me as his big fuck rod and balls slid along my virgin asscrack. The smell of the soap and Dad’s body odor filled the room. My cock rubbed against his hairy belly. We could hear the shower still running in the background. Dad grunted with each thrust. “Aw, fuck, Dad. Fuck, yes,” I whimpered. Dad reached down and aimed his throbbing cock at my hole. He glanced at my face as his cock started to penetrate me. I started to groan from the pain, but Dad thrust his tongue back down my throat, stifling the sound. With one heavy grunt, Dad plunged his cock all the way into my hole and held it steady, deep inside me. After a few moments the pain began to subside. My back scraped against the rough cement floor as Dad skewered me from both ends. My father had become a lust driven ass fucker. Dad slowly withdrew, leaving just 60 • Dad’s Basement Fuck

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his cockhead in my straining hole, and then forcefully rammed his cock back in. His ass pumping became more intense. I could feel his heavy balls slap against my ass. I thought his thick cock would rip me apart as I wrapped my arms around his back and held tight. “Oh, shit! Your mother doesn’t feel this good. Fuck, boy. Take it. Hang on tight, boy – Daddy’s taking you for a ride!” Dad yelled. I reached down and slapped Dad’s furry ass as he rammed me. I could feel his hairy crotch smash my balls as he continued to fuck me. Suddenly, Dad dismounted me. I felt like my ass had been ripped out of me when his hard cock popped free. He moved up and knelt above my face. His cock and balls swung just inches from my mouth. “Taste Daddy’s cock, Ronny. You need to be fed,” Dad commanded. He pressed his fat cockhead against my lips. They parted as he lowered his groin toward me and forced his rod down the back of my throat. “Mmmppphhh … Mmmpppphhhh …” I gagged as I struggled against his thrusting cock. “Taste it, fucker. Taste it!” Dad yelled. He got off me, grabbed me by the arm, and threw me into the pile of laundry. I landed belly first with my butt in the air. Dad gave my ass a couple good hard slaps as he aimed his cock at my tender hole and plunged deep inside me. I could feel his hot breath as he leaned over me and nibbled at my ear and the nape of my neck. He plunged deep. In and out … in and out. “Take my big cock, Ronny. I need to cum inside you. Take your Daddy’s big fucking cock. I need to breed my son … breed my son … OOOOHHHH … Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! You’re taking my fucking load, boy. Yeah! Shit! Damn!” Dad grunted as he bit the back of my neck. Dad collapsed on top of me for a few moments as he caught his breath. He stood up, flipped me over, and towered over me. I admired his wet body as his cock slowly deflated and a few drops of his cum dripped onto my belly. Dad continued to catch his breath as he rested his hands on his hips. He shamefully hung his head and shook it back and forth. “Oh, Ronny. I don’t know what came over me. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to fuck you. Did I hurt you? I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Dad said apologetically. Dad’s Basement Fuck • 61

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I reached down and felt my battered hole. I could feel Dad’s cum ooze out of my freshly fucked ass. I moved my finger up to my mouth and tasted Dad’s cum. “No, Dad. I feel great. Your cum tastes great. Can we do it again soon?” I smiled. “Fuck, yeah. If you think you can handle me again, you got a deal, son. You got a deal!” Dad exclaimed as a sly smile came across his face. “What’s taking you two so long down there? Dinner is ready, so hurry up,” Mom called from the top of the stairs. We were both startled. “We’ll be right up,” Dad replied. “C’mon, son. Let’s finish up our shower and head upstairs before your mother catches us.” We hopped back into the shower, and Dad started to lather up my body. “Bend over, son, and let me see what kind of damage I did to your ass.” Dad knelt down and spread my asscheeks to examine my swollen hole. I could feel the cum oozing out of my ass. “It looks like my battering ram worked you over good. Dumped a big fuck load of cum right up your ass, too. I can see my cum dripping out of your hole. I’ll clean that out right now.” Dad pressed his mouth against my tender hole and plunged his tongue deep as he sucked and licked his cum out of me. I loved the feel of his mustache against my butt crack. Dad started to pull my nuts and stroke my cock. I lost my load and watched my cum wash down the drain with the spray of the shower. “That’s right, son. Dump your load for Daddy. Squirt for your ol’ dad. That’s right, dump that load for Daddy,” Dad teased as he gave my ass a good, hard smack. My knees weakened and I slumped to the shower floor. Dad lifted me up, rinsed us off, grabbed a couple towels off the top of the clothes dryer, and dried us. We wrapped the towels around us and headed upstairs to get dressed. We made it to the dinner table just in time. As Mom placed our dinner plates in front of us, she said, “Well, it’s about time. Your dinner was about to get cold. What took you two so long in the basement?” 62 • Dad’s Basement Fuck

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“We were extra dirty and we had to scrub hard to get all that mud off. Right, son?” Dad replied as he gave me a wink and a smirk. “Right, Dad. We were extra dirty,” I winked as I reached under the table and patted his swollen crotch.

Riding the Horse The first time I met Horse, he was coming out of an alley. I don’t know what he’d been doing back there, but he sure looked guilty. I must have been looking at him kind of funny or something, because he said, “Hey, kid, whatcha lookin’ at?” “N – nothin’,” I replied. He turned and walked down the street, finally ducking into the pool hall about a block and a half away. He looked exactly like the kind of guy my parents were always warning me about. Maybe that’s why I became so fascinated by him. I kept watching for him around the neighborhood. He spent a lot of time at the pool hall. I had been scoping him out for about a week or so when he finally walked up to me and said, “What’s your problem, kid? Why are you always lookin’ at me funny?” I was a little surprised at his directness, but I guess I had been kind of stalking him. “I dunno,” I said. “I guess I just find you kind of … interesting.” A crooked smile crossed his face. “Interesting, huh?” he said. “You’re not so bad, yourself. What’s your name, kid?” “Jordy,” I answered. “They call me Horse,” he said. “I know.” “How’d you know that?” “You got it painted on the back of your jacket. Funny name,” I said. “Not as funny as my real name. My folks named me Horace, but my little brother never could say it right, so he called me Horse. You kinda remind me of him,” he added. “How come you’re always at the pool hall?” I asked him. “Don’t you have a job?” “That is my job, kid. I run the pool hall.” “No kiddin’? That’s cool.” Riding the Horse • 63

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“Yep. That’s where I’m headed right now. Gotta get to work. See you around, kid.” He started walking down the street, then turned around and said, “You wanna come with me?” I knew my parents would have a fit if I did, but I had never been inside the pool hall before, so I thought it might be kind of cool. “OK,” I said as I walked up behind him. He unlocked the door, then locked it back when we got inside. “I don’t really open up until around six. Not much business until most of the guys get off work,” he explained. He leaned back against one of the pool tables and looked me over. “So you think I’m ‘interesting’, huh? What’s so interesting?” “I dunno,” I answered. “I saw you coming out of that alley the other day, and I just started wondering about you.” “I kinda turn you on, huh, kid?” he said. I hadn’t really thought about it like that, but he was right. “Yeah, I guess so.” “You kinda turn me on, too. Like I said, you remind me of my little brother. We used to do all sorts of fun stuff together.” I had a pretty good idea what he was talking about, but I went ahead and asked him, “Like what?” “You know,” he said. “We’d play with each other cocks; suck each other off. He’d even let me fuck him up the butt.” He reached down and groped the growing bulge in his jeans. I looked down and my own cock was rock hard and tenting out the front of my pants. Horse reached out and ran his hand over my hardon. “How ’bout it, Jordy? Wanna be my little brother?” “Yeah,” I said softly. He pulled me close to him and put my hand on his fly. I rubbed his stiff prick through his jeans. It felt enormous. “Take it out,” he whispered in my ear. I slowly unzipped him and then stuck my hand inside his fly. I grabbed his pole and struggled to pull it out in the open. He had gotten so stiff that it wasn’t easy. When I finally pulled it free, I looked down at it and gasped, “Wow, you really are a horse!” “That’s just what my brother used to say,” he replied. “Now why don’t you take your clothes off, Jordy. We got a couple of hours before I have to open up.” 64 • Riding the Horse

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While I stripped down, he watched, slowly stroking the shaft of meat that rose up out of his fly. When I was completely naked, he dropped down on his knees and engulfed my cock with his mouth. I had never felt anything so warm and wet and wild. He ran his tongue all over the head and the underside of my dick. “Horse! Oh, man, that’s fantastic. I … I ….” “Hey, take it easy, kid,” he said, pulling off my cock. “You’d think you’d never been blown before.” I looked down at him and said, “I haven’t.” “Wow,” Horse said, “I got me a real virgin. You never done anything before? Not even jacked off with a buddy?” I shook my head. “Well, we’re gonna have a whole lot of fun, little brother.” He went back to sucking my cock, and just when I thought I was going to cum, he pulled off. He stood up and said, “How ‘bout givin’ me some, Jordy?” and shook his dick at me. I got down on my knees and wrapped my hand around his fat pole. There was a little clear droplet bubbling out of his piss slit. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. It tasted good. I opened wide and took the head of his cock in my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty and musky all at the same time. I reached up, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his thighs. As I sucked his cock, I ran my hands up and down his round, firm butt cheeks. There was a line of hair that went down his asscrack. It held in the moisture from his sweat. I played around in the crevice until I found his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and gently fucked in and out of my mouth. “Oh, yeah, little brother. Suck me. Suck my fat cock,” he moaned. He started putting out more of that salty juice, and I kept lapping it up and swallowing it. I began to wonder what would happen if he shot off in my mouth. What would it taste like? Would I like it? But I wasn’t going to find out, at least not yet. He put the palm of his hand against my forehead and pushed me off his rod. “Fuck, kid!” he exclaimed. “It’s hard for me to believe you never sucked a cock before. That was fantastic!” Horse pulled me close to him and kissed me. He opened his mouth and gently forced his tongue past my lips. When our tongues met, it was like someone had sent an electric current through my body. He pulled me even closer. I could feel our cocks pulsing against each Riding the Horse • 65

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other. Horse ran his hand down my back and started playing with my butt like I had played with his when I was blowing him. I jumped when he found my hole. “Take it easy, kid,” he said. “Relax. I’d really like to cop your cherry.” “Wha … What do you mean?” I asked. “I wanna fuck your butt.” “It won’t fit,” I said. “It’s too big.” “Just relax and let me worry about that. It might be a little hard to take at first, but I guarantee that once I get my cock up inside you, you’ll love it.” I was skeptical. “I don’t know ….” “C’mon,” he pleaded. “I’ll go real slow. I promise. Hey, I wouldn’t hurt my little brother, would I?” “I guess not. OK, but be careful.” He bent me over the pool table and squatted down behind me. Then I felt his warm, wet tongue poking at my hole. I nearly went through the roof! Before long, I was pushing back against his face trying to get more and more of his tongue inside me. Suddenly he stopped. I looked back to see him spitting in his hand and then rubbing it on his cock. He gave me a reassuring smile and raised his eyebrows at me. I smiled back. I felt the head of his cock come in contact with my opening. Here it comes, I thought. He pushed forward; I felt my hole give a little, and he stopped. “I’m gonna hold it right there for a minute, Jordy. Let you get used to it.” In a few seconds he pushed forward and stopped again. Then he gave one final thrust and his cockhead popped up my ass. “OWWW!” Horse leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. He stroked my sides and said, “It’s OK. Give it a minute. Just try to relax, and it’ll feel a whole lot better.” Then I felt his cock slowly work its way all the way up my hole until his pubic hair tickled my asscheeks. “Ohhhh,” I sighed. “Your … your right, Horse. It feels fantastic. Fuck me.” He began slowly thrusting in and out as he rubbed his hands all over my butt. I was really getting into it. I wanted more and more of him. I pushed back to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he pulled out. 66 • Riding the Horse

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“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong?” “No way, little brother. I just want you to try something different.” He jumped up on the pool table and lay down on his back. His cock stood straight up. “Sit on it,” he said. I climbed up and squatted down over his rod. This time it slipped right in. Horse folded his arms behind head and said, “That’s right, baby. Ride it!” I bounced up and down, fucking myself on his incredible shaft. I loved the way it felt as it slid in and out of my hole. He started moving his hips around underneath me. I was going crazy. I began to get the tingle in my belly that told me I was going to cum. “Oh … Horse …” I huffed out. “I’m gonna … I’m gonna CUM!” Then I started pumping out a jizz load all over his belly. “Yeah, Jordy, shoot it! Me too!” I could feel his cock twitching up inside of me and I knew that meant he was filling my butt with his hot juice. As he softening cock slipped from my newly stretched butt hole, I knew I was going to have to start spending a lot more time hanging out at the pool hall. And a lot more time riding the Horse.

Making the Grade I wasn’t the best student by any means; I even had some failing grades, but Coach Michaels said that as long as I played hard, he would do his best to keep me on the team. He told me that he would deal with my teachers and the principal, and for me not to worry about it. Coach was the kind of man that easily won you over. I don’t ever remember him not getting his way. There was a catch, however. “One good turn deserves another,” Coach Michaels told me the first time my failing grades threatened to pull me from the team. He asked me to stick around after practice, that he had something he had to talk about with me. I was nervous. I was sure it was going to be about my grades, and afraid he would have to dismiss me from the team. He had just stripped down and was ready to get in the shower. Being alone with Coach in his private office made me nervous and antsy. I was mesmerized by his sleek, manly features, especially his thick cock and low hanging, hairy balls. When Coach’s cock was soft, it stuck out in front, then curved Making the Grade • 67

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down, almost as if from the weight of his meat. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Coach wasn’t in the least uptight about being naked around me. He moved around the office just as though he were alone. He even lifted his dick, skinned back the foreskin and checked out his exposed cockhead, before letting his loose foreskin slide back over the purple, sensitive looking crown. I was fascinated by his fleshy, uncut cock because my own had been circumcised. My dad had a natural cock as well, but it wasn’t as impressive as Coach Michael’s. It lacked his size and had less foreskin, in comparison. Coach reached down and cupped his low hangers and fondled them. He couldn’t miss the attention I was giving his nude body and especially his crotch. “Billy, I can fix it so you can stay on the team, boy. You interested?” he suddenly stated. “I’m sure you must know that’s why I asked to see you, right?” he added. “Ahh … yes, sir,” I answered quietly. I was still fidgeting around, unable to control the itch and tingling I felt in my crotch. “Relax, boy. Get out of that jockstrap and get comfortable. It’s just you and me here; we can talk like real men, right?” he suggested. “Have a seat on the couch, while I get freshened up,” he said. As Coach stepped inside the shower and started rinsing off, I stripped down like he asked. Once I was nude as well, I suddenly felt relaxed and leaned back against the leather pillows on the couch. The soft feel of cool leather on my naked skin and seeing Coach Michaels naked and soaking wet made my dick rock hard in an instant. In the shower, it looked like Coach was starting to throw a boner, too. He never looked up at me as he started to stroke his swollen mancock, even though he was talking to me the whole time. I answered his questions as I watched in total amazement. I couldn’t believe how open and bold my coach was being right in front of me. “You jack off a lot, Billy?” he finally asked, turning to look right at me. He couldn’t miss my boner. “Yeah, Coach. I guess you might say so … fairly often.” “Feels good, don’t it boy? Almost nothing better than whacking away at your own meat, huh, son?” he said as he continued fisting his fully hard dick. 68 • Making the Grade

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Even though his cock was wet and dripping with water, I could tell that the tip was sticky. I knew what it was. My own dick leaked like that when I jerked off. I licked my lips as I stared at his juicy cockhead. Coach Michaels saw my reaction and smiled. “Billy, come in here and give me a hand. The next best thing to jacking yourself off, is having someone else do it for you,” he stated. Making the Grade • 69

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I jumped up, and with my prick dancing and bouncing around, I climbed in the large shower stall with my coach. I was face to face with him. “Now, about those grades Billy. You have to learn to concentrate in order to improve them, don’t you think?” How could I think? I was weak in the knees, standing there in the same shower as my hunky coach, feeling the spray of water surround my naked torso. My hardon pointed at the wet, dripping ceiling of the shower stall. “You have to take your mind off of that thing in your pants, boy! Some good release, like we’re about to do, will help you concentrate on your studies, you understand?” “I guess so Coach. Ahh … what kind of release do you mean?” I stuttered. “You’re no fool, Billy. I doubt you’re as innocent as you look. Take hold of my cock, boy. Show me how you jerk off,” he muttered. “Give that big boy some good strokes, son. You know how it can make you feel. Help me out here.” I hesitated, then reached out and touched Coach’s firm cock. Instantly, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft as he looked down, watching me. “Oh, yeah. That feels good. Now, nice and slow; keep a good grip on that fucker, boy. Coach is going to teach you how to relax and get your mind off sex, so you can study harder, you got it? And Billy, this is just between you and me, understand? Not a word to anyone, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I quickly answered. “Play with it, Billy. Take your time. Relax – enjoy it, son. I sure am!” he announced. “Takes my mind off all my troubles. That’s it. Good job, Billy!” Coach had his head tilted up and back as I jacked him off, and the warm water cascaded down his body. “You do a good job down there, son, and I’ll see to it that you stay on the team, you understand, Billy?” he said. I nodded, not knowing if he even saw the motion of my head. I was looking right at the tip of his seeping cockhead as I felt his hands come to rest on my shoulders and gently began pushing me down onto my knees in front of him. 70 • Making the Grade

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“Help me out here some more, Billy,” he said as his big, wet organ swayed before my eyes. “Ever have a good suck, son? Ever have someone to blow you, kid?” I knew for sure that was what he wanted. “No … ah … no, sir,” I mumbled softly, hardly audible above the sound of the shower. “Well, Billy, it’s time I show you how good it makes me feel. Sort of give you some hands-on experience. Want to try it?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “Put your lips right up against my cock, boy. Umm, yeah, that’s it. Now, open up and let me slide it right in there, son. Ahh, fuck, yes. Yes, that’s good boy. It feels fucking good, Billy.” I was frozen in time as I let coach slip his hard, wet cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock, Billy. That’s the way. Wrap those pretty lips around it, boy.” My coach held onto my head and started pumping his rigid fuck meat in and out of my mouth. The water ran down through my hair and across my face. I was drowning with pleasure, my mouth full of mancock. I avidly jerked my dick as my Coach face fucked me. I knew what it felt like to be horny, and I felt the horniest I ever had. “Those grades must be up to a C by now, Billy, but you have to work at it and be willing to do whatever I ask if you want better marks, understand?” Coach stated, forcing his cockhead down my constricted throat. I gagged and coughed. “You can take it, boy. Just relax; let your mind and throat relax. Open up,” he encouraged. “Fuck, yeah! That’s it!” he shouted as his slippery cock slid down my tight throat. “Your mouth was made for my cock. Take it. Suck me, Billy!” I’m not sure how long Coach pounded my face with his quivering fuck stick, but it seemed like hours. I trembled and shivered, losing my pent up jizz down the shower drain. I pulled off Coach’s cock and leaned back against the shower wall. “Want to go for an A, Billy? Let’s see just how tight that pretty, smooth ass of yours is,” he remarked, running his palm across my quivering asscheeks. Getting passing grades by blowing my coach so I could stay on the team had just become a delightful experience, but what he now had in mind, worried me a bit. I had heard about guys getting corn Making the Grade • 71

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Before too long, I was doubled over with my head literally between my legs and my own genitals hanging right above my face. I could almost reach my dick with my tongue. My horny Coach started rubbing his cock all over my exposed ass. I could feel his low hanging balls brush against my asscheeks. Soon I was going to know just how much cum Coach had stored up in his hot nuts. After his insistent penetration, he buried his hardon to the hilt. We were joined like Siamese twins. When he pulled back and plowed in again, his loose hanging balls slapped against me. “Take it, kid. Feel how good it is. Yeah, you’re on my team now, right, boy?” he murmured. At first it didn’t feel that great, but the longer he fucked me the better it got. I began to match his sighs of pleasure and could feel his sweat drenched body dripping on me. “Ahh, you are so fucking tight. You like getting fucked, huh?” he insisted. Any worries I had about getting a cock up my ass were long gone. I was lost in the pleasure of having a man’s hot fuck shaft drilling away at my sweaty asshole. I would have to find a dozen reasons to come see my Coach if it would always be like this. Coach started bucking like crazy. He rammed his meat deep, hitting a spot that sent shivers through me and brought on my second release. We were both shooting our cum together. I shot all over my own face, chin, and neck. As it dripped down, I could feel Coach’s throbbing tool continue to fill my burning butt hole to capacity. He abruptly pulled his long shaft from my hole, leaving me empty, and spilled his final load of man jizz on my asscheeks. I could feel the wetness and warmth as it dribbled down onto my thigh. I tilted my head back and watched his sweaty, swaying balls as Coach’s breath slowly became more normal. My entire body still tingled, and I was tense and stiff as I unwound my body and stretched out my limbs. Coach stood smiling down at me, his swollen penis looking damp and sticky. He saw me looking at it and him. He crouched down, letting his equipment dangle above my face. “Lick it clean, Billy and you’ve got yourself an A+,” he said as a wide grin spread across his face.

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