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Handjobs July 2002 Letters Barney the Soljer Boy by Valentine Camp Woodpecker by Robin Banks Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb by Robin Walden

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My Uncle, My Teacher by Ben 25 Bus Ride Home 28 Sacked by Jon Hold 32 Neighborhood Initiation by Stuart Cole 39 My Father’s Best Friend by Rolando Mérida 48 Summer Games by Scotty 55 Confessions with My Father by Mikey 65 Uncle Trent’s Sweet Molasses 70 by Randy

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Sicily! Smoking Volcanoes! Smoldering Men! 3,000 years of culture – but all that stuff’s broken.

Palermo loved GIs! Those paisanos welcomed us with open arms and open pants! I loved the food – especially …

Eye-talian sausage!

Ciao! My name Barteo. I look for cousino Americano.

Joe! You lookin’ at what I’m lookin’ at? I’m looking! Geez, what a whanger!

Whanger?

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Hees name Barney. Molto bigger now. You know Barney?

That’s him, all right! With his tongue and his dick hanging out! We’ll take you.

We’ll take you to Sarge! He knows Barney real well!

You GIs molto friendly! But I must find my cousino. Nothin’ subversive in (munch) here!

After we strip search you, of course. Uncle Sarge’ll do anything for a relative.

See, Barney’s my nephew and your cousin, so that makes me your (yeah!) uncle.

You fuck like my uncles – you are my uncle! I take you with Barney to meet the godfather!

BARNEY! I know you’re under there!

OK, We’ll go just as soon as I … AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Now we can go.

Yeah, Sarge?

You got company! Cumming!

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Says he’s our relative. Wants us to meet a godfather somewhere.

Borrowed this from a looney in exchange for a blowjob. Get in.

Um, ah, anywhere!

Bueno! My uncles are home. You want to wash up?

Ciao, Barteo! Barney?

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The bathtub was in the front yard!

Who cared?

We compared international attributes. It was a tie.

Things got very friendly.

Circoncido sono delicioso!

Uncle Sarge even outdid me. Sicilian-American relations were going great guns when suddenly, from inside the farmhouse –

I feel like I’m (slurp) Chicken again! Nonno!

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Nonno, the family godfather wanted us to show him respect.

Abbondanza per tutti!

Uncle Sarge and I agreed it was the best family reunion possible!

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Camp Woodpecker by Robin Banks

Chapter 1 One afternoon in late May, my best friend Eric Reynolds and I were up in his bedroom listening to records. We’d hang out there most days after school until his dad came home from work. “I gotta show you something, Danny. You won’t believe this,” said Eric excitedly as he rifled through a bureau drawer. “I was down by the creek yesterday and I found this.” He proudly held up a magazine. We sat on his bed, and he opened the magazine across our laps. I’d seen plenty of Playboys – my uncle had a stash in his basement – but I’d never seen anything like that. It was called Couples and was filled with photos of men and women getting it on. The first spread featured a barefoot couple on the beach holding hands. The woman wore a bikini, the man – sporting a thick beard and a furry chest – wore a pair of slacks. We turned the page to see the man cupping the woman’s breasts. “Wait’ll you see this,” Eric said as he turned the page again. The woman knelt in the sand in front of the man, her hands poised on his belt. He turned the page again and we saw the man, pants around his ankles, standing naked before the woman. My eyes zoomed to his cock nestled in a thick patch of hair. I’d never seen a naked man before. I’d seen guys in the shower in gym class, but this was a real man. My cock hardened in my shorts. “It gets better,” Eric breathed and turned the page again to reveal a close-up of the woman’s face, her mouth open, inches from the man’s penis. “Man, look at what she’s doing,” panted Eric. I studied the picture and glanced over to see a lump in Eric’s pants. We hunched together over the magazine, flipping pages and breathing heavily. He leaned back and placed his hand between his legs. “Man, have I got a case of blue balls,” he sighed, rubbing the mound. “Want to jack off?” I nodded. Eric slid back on the bed and leaned against the wall, then undid his pants and slid them down. His hard dick sprung up from between his legs, surrounded by a halo of rust colored hair. It was the first time I’d seen a hard cock other than my own. “Now you,” he said. I slid my shorts down my legs. “Nice one,” Eric said, eyeing my cock. “I think yours is bigger,” I said, suddenly a little shy. 12 • Camp Woodpecker

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“Let’s see,” he said. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, leaving only the head showing. “That’s four fingers.” Using his other hand, he covered the remainder. “And that’s another two. Mine is six fingers long.” I started to do the same, but Eric said, “You can’t do that. Our hands aren’t the same size.” He pushed my hand out of the way and grabbed my cock. The shock gave way to pleasure. I had to suppress a moan, afraid of what Eric might think. He made a fist around my cock, then slid his hand down to the base. A bit of the head peeked out above. With his other hand, he wrapped a finger around the head. “That’s five fingers, plus a little more. Not bad.” Suddenly, Eric’s bedroom door flew open. “Dinner’s ready!” cried Eric’s dad. He stood in the doorway, taking in the scene: two boys, naked from the waist down, his son fisting my hard cock. A wry smile crossed his face. Calmly, he said, “Dinner’s ready, Eric. Why don’t you get cleaned up. Danny, it’s time for you to go.” I could feel my face burn in embarrassment. I pulled up my shorts and ran down the stairs and out the door. §

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Just days before school ended for the summer, I stopped by Eric’s house to pick him up for school. Mrs. Reynolds met me at the door and announced that Eric had mono and wouldn’t be going to school. The school year wound to a close and Eric still didn’t turn up. I wondered how I’d spend my summer vacation without my best friend. One evening, shortly after supper, the doorbell rang. I ran to answer it and saw Mr. Reynolds standing there on the porch. “Hi, Daniel. Are your folks home? I’d like to talk to you all.” It was the first time I’d seen him since the incident in Eric’s bedroom, and I could feel the blush return to my face. Was he going to tell my parents? I stammered a reply and let him in. Mr. Reynolds explained that he’d planned to take Eric to a father/ son camp next weekend, but Eric couldn’t go because of his illness. He’d already arranged for the time off work, and couldn’t cancel at this point. He asked my parents if he could take me instead. My mom turned to me and asked if I wanted to go. I was embarrassed at the thought of spending time with Mr. Reynolds, but I was so relieved that he didn’t mention the other stuff, I readily agreed. The three adults hashed out the details, but I scarcely heard a word. Camp Woodpecker • 13

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Mr. Reynolds drove up early on Friday morning and came to the door. I hardly recognized him. Instead of his usual factory uniform, he was wearing shorts, a tank top, sandals and sunglasses. Boy, he was handsome. We loaded the car, said our good-byes, and hit the road. We didn’t say much for the first half hour or so. He watched the road and fiddled with the radio. I stared straight ahead, but glanced sidelong in his direction periodically. I waited for him to mention walking in on Eric and me, but thankfully, he didn’t. Once we hit the highway, he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting in his lap. His fingers played with a loose thread dangling at the leg of shorts, pulling it and twisting it around his fingers. It caused his shorts to move, highlighting the treasures beneath. When we got off the highway and stopped for gas, Mr. Reynolds suddenly became more talkative. “It’s back roads the rest of way,” he said, turning onto a small two-lane road. “I hope you enjoy the week at Woodpecker, Danny.” “Woodpecker?” I asked. “Yep, that’s the name of the camp. My dad and I used to go there when I was younger. We always had a ball. This was supposed to be Eric’s first trip. It’s too bad he got sick.” As he talked about the camp, he kept tugging at his shorts and seemed to get lost in memories of the place. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like he was getting a hardon. I watched as his hand came to rest on a sizeable lump. I had to shift in my seat to make room for the bulging in my own shorts. We turned down an unmarked dirt road. “We’re getting close now,” he said. Before long, we came to a gate blocking the road. A rusted sign hung on it, reading, “PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING.” Mr. Reynolds stopped the car and reached over toward the glove compartment. His hand brushed my leg and sent a chill through my body, making my erection pulse in my shorts. He pulled a piece of paper from the compartment and handed it to me. “Here’s the combination for the lock on the gate. Unlock it and I’ll drive through, then shut the gate and put the lock back on.” 14 • Camp Woodpecker

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I really didn’t want to get out of the car. I was afraid my erection would show like a beacon in my shorts, but I didn’t know how to get out of it. I got out of the car quickly, trying to adjust my shorts and keeping my back to the car as much as possible. My fingers fumbled nervously with the lock, but I finally opened it, let the car pass, and relocked the gate. I climbed back in the car, catching Mr. Reynolds eyeing my erection. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything. We continued driving down the dirt road. Mr. Reynolds coughed, cleared his throat, and said a little tentatively, “Oh, there’s something I should tell you about camp.” He was trying to sound casual, but I think he was nervous. “It’s clothing optional.” I sat in silence for a minute and then said, “You mean it’s a nudist camp?” My mind was beginning to whirl. “I wouldn’t say that,” he said. “It’s like a locker room at the gym. It’s only us guys there, so nobody really worries about clothes much.” “Do I have to go naked?” I asked, afraid of what the answer might be. “No, not all. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But the option is there if you want to.” “Do you?” “You bet. There’s nothing like being naked out here in the woods, the sun and breeze touching your skin. I drop my drawers the moment we arrive and I don’t dress until I leave.” A weekend in the woods with naked guys? What was I going to do? What if I popped a boner? What would the other guys think? Up ahead on the left was a small structure that looked like a tollbooth. There was a sign on it that said, “WELCOME TO CAMP WOODPECKER. STOP HERE TO REGISTER.” Mr. Reynolds brought the car to a stop next to the booth. The bare chested man inside smiled widely and growled, “Barry! Great to see you!” He reached his beefy paw through the open car window and shook Mr. Reynolds’s hand enthusiastically. The man was tall with rust colored hair and a thick but well trimmed beard. A carpet of fur covered his chest. “Jack! It’s nice to see you, too. It’s been too long. Where’s Tim?” “He’s right here,” he said, a smirk creeping across his face. He looked down toward the floor of the booth and said, “Come on up here, Tim and say hi to Uncle Barry.” Camp Woodpecker • 15

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A lanky red haired boy appeared. He wiped his mouth and smiled. I wondered how there could be a basement in that little booth. “Hiya, Tim. Guys, this is my neighbor’s son, Daniel. My son couldn’t come this year but I think Daniel here is going to have a ball.” “Hi, Daniel,” Jack rumbled with a grin. “Hi,” Tim said shyly. “You’ll be in the Bear’s Den with us, Matt, Ben, and Little Ben. You remember the way, don’t you?” asked Jack. “You bet,” said Mr. Reynolds. Jack handed a clipboard over to Mr. Reynolds and said, “Sign next to your name and initial next to Daniel’s. I’ll call down to Andrew and let him know you’re here.” We drove down the path until we came to a clearing. There was a large cabin straight ahead of us with a sign reading “OFFICE” above the door. There was a large flagpole surrounded by flowers in front. Mr. Reynolds stopped the car and honked the horn. The office door opened and a naked man emerged from inside. He had dark hair, neatly parted on the side. Heavy rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. A small patch of hair dotted the center of his chest, and a thin line of hair ran down his stomach connecting to his pubic bush. A plump, uncut cock hung between his thighs. He smiled warmly, walked toward the car, and leaned down to talk to Mr. Reynolds. “Hi, Barry. It’s nice to have you back. You must be Daniel,” he said, smiling at me. I was still trying to take the whole thing in and merely nodded. Andrew gave Barry an awkward hug through the car window then walked around to my side of the car. His cock was framed by my window. I rolled it down, and he bent over to talk to me. “My name is Andrew. My dad and I started this camp. I hope you have a great time here.” He reached out to shake my hand, giving it a hardy squeeze. I had a hard time talking; I was too busy staring at the dick that seemed to be staring back at me. My hard cock throbbed in my shorts. “After you get settled in, stop by the office and I’ll take you on a tour of the camp,” he offered. I smiled and tried to look him in the eye, but I felt weird talking to a naked man. Andrew smiled, stood, and walked back toward the office. Mr. Reynolds drove slowly down the path. The car stopped in front of the last cabin in the row. A sign over the door read “BEAR’S DEN”. A painted paw print separated the words. 16 • Camp Woodpecker

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Mr. Reynolds pulled the car around behind the cabin and parked. Three other cars were already there. “It looks like we’re the last ones here,” he said as he opened the car door. He didn’t even attempt to hide the erection blooming in his shorts. Seeing his made mine throb harder. He grabbed a couple of bags from the trunk and walked toward the cabin door. As soon as he was safely out of sight, I climbed out of the car, grabbed my suitcase, positioning it strategically in front of me, and followed him in. Inside, the walls were the same rough-hewn pine boards as outside. There was a queen size bed directly across from the door, with a set of bunk beds on either side. There were queen size beds under each front window, too. There were doorways on either side of the cabin. I hoped one was a bathroom. I really needed to go. Mr. Reynolds dropped his gear on the only empty queen size bed. “Why don’t you take that bunk there?” he said pointing to an empty bottom bunk. He walked back out to get the rest of gear. The doorway closest to our beds led into a large shower room with a urinal and toilet opposite. I approached the urinal, pulled out my throbbing dick and tried to pee. I had to go, but my dick was still so hard I couldn’t. The image of Andrew’s uncut cock inches from my face didn’t help matters. I stood there for several minutes, trying to think of other things until finally my erection subsided and the piss began to flow. It felt so good to finally let it go. I walked back out into the cabin to find Mr. Reynolds nearly naked. He stood there in his boxer shorts, thumbs inside the waistband, just about to take them down. He really wasn’t kidding. He was going to walk around naked. He bent forward slightly and pushed the shorts past his hips, letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and threw them on the bed. Only then did he stand up fully, take a big stretch, and smile at me. “Nothing like it,” he said. I could feel my erection returning. Mr. Reynolds walked into the shower room. I stayed where I was, but turned my head to watch his fuzzy butt. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go naked, not with my cock standing at attention like this. I’d been rock hard for the last hour, and it was almost beginning to hurt. I heard the urinal flush and soon Mr. Reynolds was in front of me again. A drop of piss still clung to his cockhead. He dropped his hand to scratch his balls and the droplet fell away. Camp Woodpecker • 17

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“So what’s it going to be, Danny? Clothes or no?” he asked with a grin. “Clothes,” I said shyly. “Suit yourself,” he said, sounding kind of disappointed. “Well, maybe later.” We stood there looking at each other for a while. I tried to look at his face, but my eye was drawn down to his cock. It looked a little plumper than it had just a moment ago. In a moment of bravery, I doffed my shirt. I realized immediately that it was a mistake. The loose fabric of my long t-shirt helped hide the lump in my shorts. Mr. Reynolds eyed the mound for a long moment but didn’t say anything. “Get yourself together. I’m going to get a drink and then I’ll show you around the place.” He disappeared back into the shower room. I considered for a minute and then stepped out of my shorts. I stood there in my not-so-tight, white briefs. They didn’t really hide anything but I felt more comfortable keeping them on. I walked into the shower room to join Mr. Reynolds. I stood next to him and we watched ourselves in the mirror. “Are you comfortable like that?” he asked. “I think so,” I replied. We studied ourselves in the mirror. Mr. Reynolds adjusted his baseball cap, straightened his sunglasses and assessed his body. He looked himself over, then turned in profile, sucking in his stomach, and examined the side view. I watched it all in the mirror in front of me, studying the shadow of his beard, the curve of his butt, the muscles in his forearms, and the growing plumpness of his cock. My reflection wasn’t nearly as interesting. My big brown eyes were probably my best feature. Dad always called me “Puppy” because of them. My light brown hair, already turning blond from the summer sun, lay messily on my head. Down below, my stretched white underpants looked like a parachute. I carefully tried to adjust them to cover the obvious bulge in the front, but it wasn’t much use. Mr. Reynolds watched with amusement. “About the other day, Daniel,” he began. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks, afraid of what he might say next. “It’s perfectly OK.” “OK?” I asked, not quite believing what I heard. “Sure, all guys try stuff like that sooner or later. It’s kind of fun, isn’t it?” 18 • Camp Woodpecker

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“Yeah,” I agreed. In the mirror, I thought I could see Mr. Reynolds’ cock get just a little plumper. “OK then, let’s take a look around.” Then he turned and walked out the door, his beefy butt swinging ahead of me. To be continued ….

Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb by Robin Walden It was the time of the summer that my friends and I had been waiting for: the Fourth of July. We always started saving up our allowances weeks in advance so we could buy the best and loudest fireworks. That’s why we always looked forward to the arrival of Mr. Hinkel. He always sold the best fireworks in town. Once a year, a week before Independence Day, he’d come down from his farm with a big truckload of great fireworks and set up a big stand in the lot next to the motel. As I grew older, I started thinking about Mr. Hinkel in more intimate ways. There was something about the old guy that excited me. Maybe it was his tall, lanky body or his gray beard, and he was always so friendly when he saw me each year. I began to notice how big his hands and feet were and how snugly his old jeans fit his long legs. I began to wonder what it might be like to see him naked, touch him or even have him fuck me. One afternoon, I was on my way to Mr. Hinkel’s stand. I had a pocket full of money, and I was anticipating what kinds of cool stuff I could buy. As I approached the stand in the parking lot, I could see a big crowd of people standing around, but there were a lot of sad and disappointed faces. As I got to the front of the crowd, there was Mr. Hinkel behind the counter, standing among his fireworks – what little of them there were. “Well, look who’s here. If it isn’t my young friend Ross,” Mr. Hinkel said as he adjusted his glasses to get a better look at me. “Mr. Hinkel, what’s going on?” I said looking at the rather skimpy selection of fireworks behind him. “Sorry, Ross. The laws in this county got changed this year,” Mr. Hinkel answered. “I’m not allowed to sell a lot of the good stuff that I use to anymore … you know, safety regulations and that stuff.”

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After a while, a few of the customers bought a few items, but most of them left in disappointment. I stayed behind with Mr. Hinkel, it didn’t feel right to abandon my old friend after all this time. “Well, Ross,” Mr. Hinkel said as he counted his take for the day, “I guess you’ll have to go to the fairgrounds on the fourth if you want to see some real fireworks this year. Sorry I let you down, son, but there’s not much you can do when the laws get changed.” “Yeah, I understand, Mr. Hinkel,” I said. “So are you gonna stay here in town for the parade this year?” “Sure thing, Ross. In fact, I’m gonna dress up as Uncle Sam … Hell, I may as well have some fun while I’m here.” Mr. Hinkel looked to his left and his right. Then he leaned over the counter and whispered to me, “Hey, son, I got a little surprise for you. Come by my motel room later this evening, but don’t tell anyone else, OK?” §

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It was almost dark when I got to Mr. Hinkel’s motel room, which was at he end of the building. I knocked on the door, and when it opened, there was Mr. Hinkel in his Uncle Sam costume. I must admit, he looked good, even kind of sexy, in his red, white and blue striped suit. He even had a big top hat with stars on it. As I walked inside, I noticed several cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. I didn’t think much about them at first, but soon my curiosity got the best of me. “Hey, Mr. Hinkel. What’s in the boxes?” I said. “It’s the big surprise I was telling you about, son!” he said as his face lit up in a big grin. “Have a seat on the bed and I’ll show you.” As Mr. Hinkel picked up one of the boxes, I noticed how tightly his striped satin pants fit his long, slender legs, and my eyes instantly caught what looked like a very sizable bulge in his crotch. “So whatcha think about this?” he said as he opened the box before me. There inside, were dozens of different fireworks – Roman candles, sky rockets and giant cones, all the cool stuff Mr. Hinkel used to sell. “I had all this stuff left over from last year, Ross, before the laws changed. I took a big chance bringin’ them here, but I wanted you to have your pick of them … Go ahead, boy. Take anything you want. But don’t tell anyone where you got them from.”

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I couldn’t believe my eyes as I dug into the assortment of fireworks before me. Mr. Hinkel seemed to enjoy watching me as I pulled a big, long Roman candle from the box. “Boy, Mr. Hinkel,” I said. “I bet this one really shoots a big blast!” I guess when I said that, I was really thinking about Mr. Hinkel’s big rocket, which I noticed had grown more and was moving down the side of his pant’s leg. I suppose Mr. Hinkel caught my sly comment too. He put his hands under the lapels of his jacket, looked at me with a sexy gaze and asked, “Well, son, how do you like my outfit? I make a pretty hot Uncle Sam, doncha think?” “You look great, Mr. Hinkel,” I said, still holding the Roman candle in both my hands. “I don’t know how to thank you for giving me all this great stuff!” “Well now, I think you know how to thank me, boy,” Mr. Hinkel said. “I’ve been watchin’ the way you’ve been holdin’ that candle, strokin’ it like you’d like to stroke somethin’ else … maybe me?” By now, I could see a clear outline of Mr. Hinkel’s cock down the side of his leg as he slowly moved his finger over it. “Yeah, son. I’ve noticed the way you’ve been lookin’ at me. You’ve got that look that only a hot boy like you would have. Like he wants somethin’!” I began to sweat a little as I looked up and stuttered, “Er … yeah, Mr. Hinkel, I’d like to stroke you. I’ve had the hots for you for a long time.” “Right back at you, son,” Mr. Hinkel said as he started to slowly unbutton his striped pants. “I’ve had my eye on your cute ass for a while too. I was just waitin’ for the right opportunity to make my move.” I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and my feet felt like they were glued to the floor as Mr. Hinkel slowly hauled out his cock and stroked it in my direction. It was a big, beautiful dick – fat and veiny, with a big mushroom head. All my years of pent up desire suddenly came flooding out of me. I lunged forward, wrapped my hand around Mr. Hinkel’s rod and started to lick and drool all over his shaft. I’d sucked a few cocks before, mostly a few of the guys at school, but this was a real man’s cock I had now; the one I had been waiting so long for. “Wow, take it easy, there, son,” Mr. Hinkel said from above me. “There’s plenty to go around!” Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb • 21

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But I didn’t care about that now. I opened wide and gobbled his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Then I slowly pulled back, savoring the strong, funky taste of his fat meat and licking the clear drops of precum that dribbled from the slick head. 22 • Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb

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“Oh yeah, son,” Mr. Hinkel moaned as he put one hand behind my head and held on to his hat with the other. “You sure know how to treat Uncle Sam right!” Without letting his cock slip from my mouth, I slid off the bed onto my knees and pulled Mr. Hinkel’s pants down to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, I looked up and asked him not to take off the rest of his costume. “Please, Mr. Hinkel, leave your hat and jacket on,” I said. “You look so hot. Sucking Uncle Sam’s cock is turning me on.” “Whatever gets your motor runnin’ boy,” Mr. Hinkel said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye as he pulled off my shirt and jeans. “Oh, yeah. You’ve got a real nice firecracker on you, Ross. Just like I thought you would. Let ol’ Uncle Sam have his turn on that poker, boy.” Mr. Hinkel pulled me onto the bed with him and had me straddle his chest. His bushy beard felt so good against my balls as his darting tongue quickly lapped up the steady flow of precum from my rock hard cock. Then he pushed me forward and slowly swallowed my shaft down his throat. I had to brace myself against the wall as he pushed my hips into his face. First gently and slowly, then fast and hard. I thought Mr. Hinkel would gag on my cock, but he was a true expert and knew how to milk my rod for all it was worth. After a few minutes, I felt my legs start to tingle and my hot load shot out of me like a fountain. As I gasped in pleasure, Mr. Hinkel let out a muffled groan while he sucked down every drop of my cream. As Mr. Hinkel suckled on my still hard cock, I felt his hands on my ass and two of his long fingers nudging into my puckered hole. I pushed back on his fingers to help get them farther inside. “Oh yeah, son,” Mr. Hinkel cooed. “You’re real hot and tight back there. I think it’s time you had some of Uncle Sam’s cherry bomb!” “Oh, please, sir!” I gasped with my face pressed against the wall. “I want you to bust my cherry real good!” In no time flat, Mr. Hinkel flipped me over on my back with my legs up in the air. Then he started licking and drooling in and over my hot, virgin hole. I reached up and pushed Mr. Hinkel’s face into my ass. His long, wet tongue was doing things I never knew were possible, pushing and spreading my tight ass ring, lapping up my butt juice like it was sweet honey. “All right, boy,” Mr. Hinkel said as he spun me around again. “Here comes Uncle Sam’s cherry bomb.” Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb • 23

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His long legs were on both sides of mine so that he was facing away from me. Then he aimed his veiny pole at my upturned ass and slowly, gently guided it into my wet, quivering hole. My mind started spinning as Mr. Hinkel held my legs and started to fuck the crap out of me backwards. After a couple of deep, pile driving plunges, I felt something inside me give way and his big, cock sank into me right down to his gray crotch hairs. My once tight ass muscle was totally relaxed now and I grunted out to Mr. Hinkel to ram his fucker into me as hard and as deep as he wanted. But by now, my Uncle Sam didn’t need much coaching. As I watched from underneath him, he started to slam his long, fat rod deep inside me, grinding it around, pulling it almost completely out, then plowing it all the way back inside me. 24 • Uncle Sam’s Cherry Bomb

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After a few more deep drills, Mr. Hinkel started to tremble and shake. “Oh yeah, boy,” he shouted out. “Oh, shit. My cherry bomb’s about to … OH, YEAH … EXPLODE!” I could feel Mr. Hinkel’s hot load pumping into me as he held my legs apart and pounded my hot, newly fucked ass like there was no tomorrow. When he pulled his cock from my ass, it was still shooting. A long blast of his seed shot out and splattered over my face and lips. The next thing I knew, Mr. Hinkel was lowering my legs. He licked the last of his spunk from my face and quickly kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste his warm, salty cream. §

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The next day, our town had it’s big Independence Day parade. Leading the marching band was Mr. Hinkel in his costume. As he waved to the people, he saw me in the crowd and gave me a wink. I missed the fireworks display at the fairgrounds with my family that night. The real fireworks show for me was in Uncle Sam’s motel room.

My Uncle, My Teacher by Ben The first naked man I remember seeing was not my father. It was his brother, Bill. Uncle Bill was a farmer and a widower who lived in the country. Each summer, when school was out, my folks let me spend part of my vacation with him while they visited relatives in California and Michigan. Even at a young age, I knew I was attracted to men who would treat me like I wanted my dad to. I had given up on him, because he even thought “The Grapes of Wrath” was dirty! Even though I had recently discovered masturbation on my own, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy my erotic fantasies. Uncle Bill must have been proud of his body, because after my aunt died, he hardly ever wore anything but his shorts. How I loved looking at him when he took a nap after lunch. When I was sure he was asleep, I would tiptoe into his bedroom and sit on the window seat, as quiet as a mouse, and look at him in all his magnificent splendor. My folks had no idea why I loved him so much. They really would have been shocked if they knew their “sweet, little boy” craved a huge, hot, hairy cock in his mouth and up his ass! My Uncle, My Teacher • 25

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My eyes always started at his head and covered every inch of his body until I reached his hairy toes. Then I’d go back to my favorite places – his massive furry chest, his belly button, the thick trail of hair that disappeared into his shorts almost as soon as it started. I wanted to lick and suck on his nipples. I think I must have been born with an oral fixation. “What are you looking at, Ben, baby?” “I tried to take a nap like you, but I miss Mom and Dad already,” I lied. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Jump up here with me.” I got up and crawled on the bed and lay next to him. “Would you like to lay your sleepy head on Uncle Bill’s chest, Ben?” I thought to myself as he pulled me over onto him. He was letting me use his carpet of chest hair for a pillow, although I had no intention of sleeping! Then I felt my cock start to pulse and grow stiff. I was sure he must have known what was happening, because my body began to shake and shiver. “Ben, you couldn’t be cold. What’s the matter?” Uncle Bill asked. “Can I touch your belly button?” “Of course you can, if I can touch yours, too. OK?” “OK,” I responded. I was kind of afraid of him touching me on my stomach, because I knew he would feel my hard dick throbbing! When he dropped his hand down on my stiffy, I moaned. “Does that feel good, baby? You’re not shaking now, but your little poker is. Wait a minute … it’s not so little anymore. Have you been playing with it?” “Uh huh. I taught myself. No one knows.” “Well, Ben, I’m proud of you and I won’t tell anyone. You’re a big boy now.” I felt warm and safe, so I let my hand slide down until I touched his manhood. He removed his shorts and then mine. There was a new smell in the room. Later, Uncle Bill told me it was lust. To this day, I love that smell. I looked down between his tanned thighs and got my first look at a man’s cock. It was gigantic! He was fully erect and dripping his juice. I put my finger tip on the drooling head and was surprised to find it

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so sticky that it came away on my finger. I stretched the thread until it broke. “Taste it, baby. I think you’ll like it. I know how much you like syrup,” Uncle Bill encouraged me. I put my finger to my lips and tasted it. I guess it was the combination of his smell and his taste that caused me to want more. “I’ve always wanted to do this, Uncle Bill,” I told him. “Always? Tell your favorite uncle about it. I’ll listen. You’re growing up fast, baby,” he replied. “I love you, Uncle Bill, and I want to sleep in your bed the whole time I’m here.” “Well, Ben, I’m glad you love me, but don’t you know actions speak louder than words?” Uncle Bill said. “What do you mean?” I asked, looking up at his handsome face. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me? Don’t you want to taste more of the syrup in my pitcher?” “Yeah,” I said. “Then put your virgin mouth on the spout, slide those lips up and down, and suck it like you would if you were trying to get the cream out of a cream puff,” he instructed. As I moved my face down towards Uncle Bill’s throbbing hardon, I thought of how much I loved sucking the sweet whipped cream out of a freshly stuffed cream puff. He couldn’t have compared his cock to anything that would have made me hungrier. Uncle Bill writhed as he pushed my head down on his hot pole. I opened my mouth like I was yawning and tried to take the whole thing in one greedy gulp. The idea never occurred to me that I might gag. He was very patient as I tried over and over again to take more than the head into my mouth. “Baby, you’re trying too hard. Here, let me show you,” Uncle Bill said. He leaned over and began to suck me. I was in heaven! And I knew he would be proud of me if I learned how to suck him the way he was doing me. The minute he pulled off my throbbing hard cock, I spun back around and started sucking on his dick the way he showed me how. “That’s it, baby! Just do what I did. Down, up – lips, no teeth. Breathe in, breathe out; relax your throat muscles. Let it slide down your throat. Take it slow. Take as much as you can. Now start sucking. My Uncle, My Teacher • 27

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Pull the syrup up out of Uncle Bill’s nuts. Oh, Ben, baby. You are unbelievable!” I couldn’t say anything because my mouth was stuffed full. My uncle had just told me I was a good cocksucker, and I couldn’t let him down. Not now, not ever! “Sweet Jesus, baby. You were born to suck cock. Can you feel that syrup bubbling up? Oh, I can! Oh, Christ … I’m so hot, Benjie! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Please don’t stop! Smell that? It’s fuckin’ lust and sex! And we’re in the middle of it, baby!” He let loose with a continuous eruption of his sperm. I’d like to say I swallowed it all, but it started flowing out of my mouth and down his shaft. Then he started sucking me again. I thrust my crotch up and down until I shot down his throat. I could tell he loved my cum, because he pulled my head back and kissed me with my cum still in his mouth! I may not have given him the best blow job he ever had, but he told me no one, not even his wife, when she was still alive, had ever tried harder to please him. And to this very day, no matter how many cocks I’ve sucked, none will ever mean as much to me as my uncle’s did. I guess it’s true you never forget your first sex.

Bus Ride Home “Come on, boys,” I yelled. “It’s late.” I was tired and I knew the boys on my soccer team were, too. They’d played hard, and I was even more excited than they were when Nathan kicked the winning goal. We’d never beat West Martin before, and when Nathan’s kick slammed into the goal, my boys went wild. The clock ran out seconds after Nathan’s goal and I raced onto the field to join my boys. Some of them even tossed off their shirts. We tossed Nathan high into the air and then I carried him on my shoulders with him flinging his shirt around. Triumphantly we marched off the field and to the showers. It was dark when the game ended and almost nine o’clock when I hustled the boys out of the showers and into the bus. We would be lucky to make it home by midnight. Just before leaving Garden City, we stopped for hamburgers and shakes. It didn’t take the boys long to gulp down their food. As the 28 • Bus Ride Home

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I turned on the reading light to read a magazine. We were barely out of Garden City when Nathan and most of the other boys fell fast asleep. I didn’t pay much attention to Nathan as I read until he began pressing his thigh against mine and murmuring in his sleep. When I cast my eye on him I was startled to see a throbbing boner under his soccer shorts. Nathan was definitely dreaming about having a good time. I had to chuckle. I tried to go back to my reading but I couldn’t resist looking at the lad. The head of his cock pressed hard against his thin shorts. When he dressed after the shower he must not have put any underwear on. I could make out the rim of his cockhead under the soft fabric. As I watched, his cockhead slid down the leg of his shorts until it almost poked out. I set down my magazine. It would be impossible to do any reading now. For several minutes I watched as Nathan’s cockhead bobbed just inside his shorts. My dick was so swollen that I had to stretch my legs to give my crotch more room. Nathan lifted his leg just slightly and I saw the tip of his glans peeking out from under his shorts. It was already glistening with moisture and a drop of thick precum clung to his piss hole. Carefully I pulled back his shorts with my fingers until Nathan’s entire cockhead was free. The drop of precum swelled until it was too heavy to stay in place. At first it rolled down from his piss hole to the underside of his glans. Then it began to drop down. It kept dropping down until it dangled an inch below his cockhead. I slipped my finger under his cockhead and let the drop of his precum rest on my fingertip. Then I lifted my finger up to my mouth and tasted the boy’s sweet nectar. Another luscious drop of precum oozed out of his piss hole. This time I tenderly pressed my fingertip against it. Keeping my fingertip a hairsbreadth from Nathan’s cockhead, I rubbed the thick drop of juice over the smooth cockhead. I kept my eye on Nathan just in case he woke up. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth was slightly ajar. A smile spread from ear to ear. As I rubbed his juices over his smooth head, Nathan’s precum dripped out faster and faster until it was a steady stream and running down my finger. 30 • Bus Ride Home

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His breath quickened and his eyelids quivered. His cockhead felt rock-hard against my finger. His pisshole opened wide against my fingertip. Nathan let out a moan, his cockhead shuddered, and I realized he was about to cum. I cupped my hand under his cockhead and as I watched, hot wads of thick white cream steamed out of his cock into my hand. I nearly came when his spurts splashed against my skin. Bus Ride Home • 31

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I held my palm close under his cockhead until his cum stopped spurting. Then I got my hanky and wiped his juice off of my hand. The fragrance of his cum filled the air. My cock was leaking, but I didn’t have the nerve to take it out and relieve myself. Nathan’s cock softened and disappeared inside his shorts. I tucked my wet hanky in my coat pocket and smelled my damp hand. The rich odor of Nathan’s cum filled my nostrils. My heart raced for a long time. Eventually I went back to reading my magazine and I even drifted off to sleep before we arrived home in Norton. I woke up when we pulled into town. I woke up the boys before we arrived at the school. They stumbled out of the bus and I made my way home. I lived within walking distance of the school and as I made my way home that warm night, I got a painful boner remembering how hard Nathan got before he shot. I pulled out my hanky. It was still wet and when I brought it up to my nose, the smell was intoxicating. As soon as I got home, I undressed and flopped naked onto my bed. All I could think of was the feel of the boy’s cock against my finger. I covered my face with the cum-soaked hanky and took several deep breaths. Then I grabbed hold of my cock and began stroking it. I’d seen my soccer boys naked in the showers plenty of times, and even seen some of them get boners from time to time. But I had never seen any of them shoot a wad of cum before. I thought how wonderful it would be to stuff Nathan’s cock in my mouth and have him shoot his load down my throat. My cock was electrified, and as I enjoyed the rich odors of my cumsoaked handkerchief, my nuts exploded and I shot a huge wad of cum high into the air. It landed with a loud splat onto my bare belly. I rubbed my cum over my body and then I crawled under the covers and fell fast asleep.

Sacked by Jon Hold When I was becoming a man, I remember being horny… all the time. And itchy. And antsy. And obsessed. But mostly I was amazed, impressed and bedazzled by the changes in my body. I was a short, muscular, blond farm boy. Grandma said I was growing just like my Daddy did; getting blocky and strong long before I put 32 • Sacked

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on much height. Dad’s just 5’ 10”, but he’s really strong and as good looking a man as I’ve ever seen. I hope I grow up to be just like him. Mom was the high school beauty when she and Dad were there, and people in town still talk about their fiery romance that resulted in me, their one and only child. One Friday afternoon, the school bus dropped me off and I started trudging up the long lane to the house. Our new feed mill was down near the road and Dad wanted to sack up some feed for a neighbor who was coming by in the morning. I figured, “What the heck,” and decided to get the job done. But once inside I realized that I was going to really screw up my good school clothes doing that kind of work. I went into the big bathroom and took off my clothes, returning to work butt nekkid. It felt good to be walking around naked. And kind of naughty. But Dad and I were the only ones that ever entered the sweet-mill, and I figured that he wouldn’t really care. I got the hot water going and soon everything was ready to run. Dad and I had worked out a system to keep everything running steady, and I discovered that if I slowed down the machinery a little bit and worked faster, I could keep the whole thing going by myself. What a great surprise it would be for Dad when he found the sweet feed all done. The afternoon was hot and the running machinery made it hotter and more humid. I was sweating freely and enjoying the feeling of my body working against itself. My crop of newly emerged pubic hairs started to itch, and my scratching brought pleasure and an erection to my tool. Never one to miss an opportunity, I was soon standing spraddle-legged in the middle of the room, one hand flailing away at my eager boner, my other hand playing with my butt hole. My best buddy and I had been exploring my developing body, and he loved playing with my butt. One of our favorite things was for me to lie on my back with my legs up so he could do wild things with my sensitive ass while I whacked off. He really got off making me cum, and I got used to having a couple of his fingers up my ass when I shot off. Danny-Bob would lick up my juice if I let him keep his fingers up my ass, and our sessions were becoming longer and longer. I was lost in my fantasy when Dad walked into the mill. I jerked my fingers out of my ass, let go of my rapidly deflating cock, and got my feet together. Blushing bright red, I wondered what my dad was going to do to me. Sacked • 33

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Dad looked around the mill, seeing the machinery all set up and the stack of sacks I’d already done. Without saying a word Dad walked into the bathroom, and leaving the door wide open so I could see everything he did, he stripped off his clothes and hung them up next to mine. I stared ogle-eyed as he stepped in front of the commode and shot a thick stream of yellow piss into the porcelain bowl. Dad shook off the last drops and came out into the main room with me. “Well, let’s get this job done, son,” was all he said. Dad and I worked in the increasing heat, both of us enjoying working together. I was fascinated by my dad’s body, hoping that mine would be half as good as his when I grew up. Even more fascinating was Dad’s big dick. Thick and heavy, it swung around as he moved and I wanted to just grab it and play with it for hours. We soon got into the rhythm of our work, and began a sort of friendly competition, father vs. son. My father was magnificent! He handled the slick woven plastic bags with ease and I had to push myself harder and harder to keep up the pace. Dad grinned at me and I grinned back and taunted him about falling behind. I stitched and stacked the sacks as fast as Dad could fill them. We were working as fast as the mill could make the sweet feed. I was seriously on the rail. Between my balls rolling between my sweaty, muscular thighs and my dick rubbing against the slick plastic sacks as I led them between my legs to guide them through the stitching machine, I was having a hell of a time trying to keep it soft. Watching Dad’s hot body and how he just grinned when he saw me looking pushed me over the edge and my boner jutted up like a solid steel peg. When I saw how Dad was scoping out my boy bone, I grinned and started putting on a show, hunching against the plastic bags and making sure he got a good look every time I took another bag from him. In no time Dad was showing me what a man’s organ looked like when it was ready for action. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of my father long enough to run the stitching machine safely. Even though my buddy and I had been playing with each other, I’d never even imagined anything as big as my father’s cock. It was HUGE! He had big nuts with more hair on them than I had in my whole crotch. The rich, blond body hair covering his belly, chest and ass glistened with his sweat, and a deep, dark line of half-invisible hair marked where his bulging asscheeks came together. 34 • Sacked

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I was about to cum when Dad handed me the final sack and turned off the sweet mill. The machinery wound down to a stop as I stitched and stacked the last bag. When I turned, Dad had come up behind me with a big grin on his face. He ruffled my hair and then pulled me into his powerful arms and gave me a huge hug, lifting my bare feet right off the ground. The heat of his body, his crisp body hair scrubbing against me, the hardness of his masculine body – I just couldn’t take it. Dad hugged me close and I shot off against him uncontrollably, burying my face into the hollow of his throat in shame. Dad just reached one hand under my butt and hiked me up so I could instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He held me there like that while I shuddered and spasmed and dumped the rest of my boy load onto my father’s hard belly. Dad just held me, rubbing my sweaty back and rocking back and forth as I recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm I’d just experienced. When I had quit quivering and caught my breath, Dad let me carefully slide down his super slick body to the floor where I stood with my head hanging in embarrassment. “Let me see something,” Dad said. Dad was always wanting to “see something”. Mom said he was the most inquisitive man ever born. Just as easily as if I were one of his prize colts, Dad started looking me over, opening my mouth to check my teeth, checking out my ears and hair, running his hands all over my newly muscular body and taking special care, as he always did with his colts, to carefully inspect my dick and especially my balls. Like the colts, I discovered that I liked having my Dad’s big, workhardened hands touching me and scratching me between the legs. And like the colts, I spread my legs and really got into my Dad scratching and feeling my balls, even to the point of taking my eyes off of the beautiful mess I’d made on my dad’s rippled belly. Dad slapped my buns and I pushed my ass back, opening up my crack for my father’s inspection. Dad felt down my crack. I jerked when his fingers touched my hole. He held his fingers still and I pushed back against them. Dad grinned and started massaging my tight little bum-hole. I moaned and pushed back even harder. At some point I saw Dad wipe some of my cum off his belly. The next thing I knew, Dad had two fingers up my sensitive ass and I was humping on them uncontrollably. “You had your ass played with before?” Sacked • 35

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Blushing, I answered my Dad the only way I knew how – honestly. “Yes, sir. Danny-Bob likes to play with my ass while I jerk off.” “He fuck you yet?” Blushing furiously red, “N… na… na… no, sir!” “Anybody else fuck your sweet ass?” I was about to start crying. In a very small voice I said, “No.” Dad worked another of his thick fingers up inside of my willing ass and then stood me up. I had to spread my legs and stand on my toes as Dad bent down and kissed me … right on the lips. I just closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure as my father worked my ass with three of his big fingers as he kissed all over my face, sucking at my lips until they were swollen and rosebud red. “I think you’re going to be one of those special boys that make men happy. Do you want to be special for me, son?” I moaned deep in my throat. “Yes, Daddy. I love you. I want to be special for you.” I was trying to hook my legs back up around my dad’s waist so he could really finger my ass for me, but the best I could do was to get one leg wrapped around the bulge of his ass while trying to push against his wonderful fingers. Dad lifted me easily and laid me down on top of the stack of sweet feed sacks. The next thing I knew he was leaning over me, holding my head between his hands as he kissed my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I felt something pushing against the hole in my bottom, but Dad’s hands were holding my head. When it finally dawned on me through the fog of lust what must be pushing against my hole like that, Dad pulled back and grinned down at me. “You like that, son?” “Oh, yeah!” I moaned. “You like having your ass played with?” Moaning louder and pushing my virgin asshole right up against the swollen heat of my own father, I sobbed, “Yes, sir. Please, sir, don’t stop.” Dad chuckled and kissed me again, sucking at my swollen lips. “Oh, I’m not going to stop, baby. Not till you beg me to. No, I’m going to give you just what Grandpa used to give me when I needed it. You ready?” I wasn’t too sure what Dad was saying. My brain wasn’t operating very clearly. I just went with my instincts. I lifted my knees up as high 36 • Sacked

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as I could, clasped my father’s hips with my tender, young feet and wrapped my arms as far around my dad’s barrel chest as I could. I heard him chuckle, and then I felt real pressure against my asshole. Dad stared right into my eyes as he pushed forward. I felt his heat working on me. I felt my hole spreading open. I felt my father’s heat inside of me – heating my ring, spreading my ring. Opening my halfvirgin, pre-lubed, straining boyhole to his one-eyed, heat-seeking, moisture missile. I felt the outer ring of my hole slide over the rim of Dad’s cockhead and close down behind it as he pushed against something inside of me. I cried out and tried to push Dad back with my hands against his shoulders and my feet against his hipbones. “Whoa, son. Hold on. I’m about to pop your cherry. Once we get my cockhead inside you the pain will ease off and you’ll be begging me to fuck your hot, little ass.” With that admonishment, Dad covered my mouth with his as he started stroking my back and sides. I knew my dad, and I knew that there was no stopping him once he began something. One way or another, he WAS going to get the job done! I whimpered as I sucked at Dad’s tongue and tried to prepare myself. But when I felt Dad start to tighten up, I panicked. He just hooked his hands under my shoulders and held me in place with his elbows against my sides. I screamed into Dad’s mouth as the pressure against my inner ring built and built, hurting more and more. Dad pulled his head back slightly and said, “Trust me, son. Trust me!” Crying, I fearfully let go and felt the blunt head of Dad’s cock breach the wall inside of me. Screaming out loud into Dad’s mouth, I arched backwards as I experienced the first orgasm I’d ever felt from my insides. Dad never slacked off but kept up the pressure and I felt his shaft slowly, endlessly, smoothly gliding into me. By the time Dad ground his silky blond pubes against my spread ass lips, I was working my hips back against him, begging for more. Daddy knew how to take care of his boy. He never hurt me again after that first time. Dad ground against my hot, snapping ass until the sweat was pouring off of my body. Then he started hunching against my hole until I was pounding on his back with my fists and heels and begging him to fuck me, to put out the fire he had started with his huge man cock. Dad grinned down at me as he pulled back, and back, and back until his Sacked • 37

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cockhead rippled through my outer rings and left my naked asshole snapping at thin air. Screaming a high-pitched war cry, I reached up and grabbed Dad’s chin between my teeth and bit down while I pulled at him with my hands and feet, leaving no question as to what my demand was. Dad just barely touched my pulsing hole with his sensitive cockhead, as if asking, “Is this what you want?” I screamed, “YES!!!!” through my clenched teeth and Dad plunged deep inside of me. I really wish I could describe how my Dad fucked me that first time, but things got pretty fuzzy. I can remember times when he was stroking me long, slow and deep. I can remember times when he was pounding my ass as hard and fast as he could. I can remember him being tender and soft and loving. I can remember him being a demanding stallion, unwilling to put up with any nonsense from a snot-nosed boy. I remember cumming time after time until my balls ached and I had no more to give – only to begin a series of even more powerful orgasms that started somewhere deep inside of me and wracked my entire body with shocks and spasms of earth shattering power. I remember begging my father to quit fucking me, that I just couldn’t take any more. I remember begging my father to fuck me harder and to never stop. Mostly, I remember just trying to keep up with his mature strength and trying to be as good for him as he was being for me. I remember the way Dad’s teeth fastened to the muscle at the back of my neck as he began hunching and slamming uncontrollably against me. I remember holding on and working my ass against my father as he poured dollop after dollop of searing hot cum into my churning guts. My father was cumming inside of me and all was perfect with the universe. I vaguely remember trying to hold my asshole together to keep Dad’s cum from running down my legs as he helped me walk to the bathroom. I remember Dad taking me into the shower and washing me down just like he used to when I was a little kid. I decided that I liked my daddy washing me. I remember him sitting on the bench, wrapping me in a big bath towel and rocking and holding me in his arms. I remember climbing off of Daddy’s lap and pulling up the warm towel so I could sit down on his new erection. I remember the wonderful warmth of Dad’s sperm leaking out of me and running down my legs as I helped my dad into the shower so I could bathe him. 38 • Sacked

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Mom exclaimed when she saw the wound on Dad’s chin and took him into the bathroom to take care of him over his protests. She came out to where I was sitting sleepily on one of the kitchen chairs and stroked my hair. “Are you OK?” she asked in that knowing way mothers have. “Sure!” I said defensively. Mom just chuckled and kissed me on the lips. “You know. If you look carefully at your father’s chin,” she said, walking over to her stove, “you can see the scars where I bit him the night he took MY virginity.”

Neighborhood Initiation by Stuart Cole If you were new to the neighborhood, you had to survive the local initiation rights to be accepted. Getting your ass plugged was the main event, and if you were a virgin, it was something you never forgot. I still remember my first finger fucking administered by Skip Wilson. He was the tough guy of our housing development. He made me bend over a garbage can with my shorts pulled down in front of all the other guys. Then he pried open my ass and plunged first one finger in, and then two. I was yelling and crying out, but everyone who was watching encouraged him to keep it up. Skip told me not to be such a baby and to get used to it, because his dick was a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers. After a little while, I relaxed and almost began to enjoy his finger action. However, I was grateful when he spit and rubbed the saliva on his dickhead before he pushed his erection up inside my burning butt hole. The lid on the garbage can banged and rattled as he fucked my sore asshole. I had marks and scratches on my chest from the rough tin cover when he finished and let me up. I was afraid he was going to make the other guys fuck me, too, but that came later. Skip had filled my tender insides with his sticky slime, and it actually helped soothe my guts. He rubbed the remaining seepage across my buns, and then slapped my ass a few times, making it burn from his spanking and turn bright red. Everyone laughed, as they were jerking off and cumming one after another. “Now you little pansy, turn around and lick my dick. Get it all clean, or we’ll all fuck you at the same time,” he sneered. Neighborhood Initiation • 39

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I got on my knees in front of Skip and cautiously stuck my tongue out. I licked and tasted his swollen hardon. His leftover jizz didn’t taste as bad as I thought it might. In fact, I kind of liked it. “Yeah. See, you like being a cock kisser, don’t you?” he said. “Come on, put it in your mouth and suck all around it, fucker.” “Yeah, Skip, make the punk kid suck your dick. I’ve still got a load – let’s make him eat it,” an older boy named Nelson piped up. Skip quickly pulled away from my lips. “Shit, yeah! Suck his cock, punk-head.” He pushed my head towards Nelson’s erection, as the older boy stepped in close. “Fuck his face, man,” I heard another boy say. “Come on, sissy boy, put your lips around my cock. Uh huh … yeah, do it. That’s it,” Nelson carried on. His hands wrapped around the back of my head as he forced his dick in and out, faster and faster until he 40 • Neighborhood Initiation

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yelled out and shot his spunk load across my tongue. I started to gag a little, but swallowed as he let go of my head and backed off some. I noted his jizz tasted a little different than Skip’s. Nelson rubbed his slick cockhead across my lips and under my nose. The strong smell of his cum filled my nostrils, and I kind of liked that. They didn’t know it, but I found these older boys intriguing. They acted tough, pushed me around, and forced me to do nasty things with them, but I knew if I went along with it, they would accept me and make a part of their neighborhood clan. My butt was still sore a couple of days later when Skip caught me walking past the notorious alley. He dragged me back to the trash can to satisfy another of his needs for release. Skip made me strip off my t-shirt and shorts in the dark, dead-end alley. He told me to play with myself, and as I did, he stripped off his own clothes. I couldn’t believe he was so bold as to have us both nearly stark naked. At least this time I knew what to expect. The tall, man-sized bully, had an instant hardon, and he first made me suck his dick and get it nice and wet (lucky for me) before sticking it up my butt again. He fucked me on that same tin garbage can, except this time I was on my back while Skip plugged my ass. We were also alone this time. “You have a nice tight hole kid. I’m going to fuck you good,” he commented. “You better get used to it. I’ve been horny to plug your ass again ever since I popped your cherry. You like the way my dick feels up inside you, I can tell. You’re really gettin’ off on it.” My poor back got scratched up this time. I would almost rather he had fucked me on the pavement, but the trash can had me at just the right level for his excited rod to slide in and out of my puffy, pink fuckhole. With no one there but me and him, Skip took his sweet time and plowed my tender asshole for a long time. As his pleasure peaked, he would pull back and slow down, then thrust inside me hard, tipping the garbage can and making me feel like I was going to slide off on my head. “Take it, fucker. You better get used to it; I’m gonna fuck your ass every time I see you. Understand?” Skip blurted out, exercising his authority. “Ouch! My back!” I yelled, feeling the handle on the lid scrape me. “You’re killing me; please let me up,” I pleaded. Neighborhood Initiation • 41

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“Shut the fuck up and take it, punk. You’re the new kid, and this is how you learn to respect me. You do whatever I tell you to do, understand?” Skip responded, slamming his dick deep inside my guts. Thankfully, he finally shot his load and let me up, pulling his dripping cock out of me. Again, he made me lick his dick clean before letting me dress and run out of the alley. If Skip had just wanted to fuck, I would have been glad to mess around with him and his friends. After all, they were all kind of hot. But I had had enough of this being fucked over a trash can in a dark alley. I was pissed and went directly to the school counselor’s office. I 42 • Neighborhood Initiation

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was going to report what was happening to me even if it meant more trouble from that roughneck Skip and his pals. As well as being the school counselor, I knew Mr. Silva from church – he was a lay pastor. I knocked on the door of his office, and suddenly he opened the door. “Hello, you’re Stuart; isn’t that right?” he said. Mr. Silva had me sit down and then asked, “How can I be of help, Stuart?” I somewhat shyly and cautiously explained what I had been putting up with since moving into the neighborhood. He seemed sympathetic and listened intently. As Mr. Silva had me tell him every detail, I noticed him sort of squirming around behind his desk. “Did you like what they made you do in any way?” he asked. I thought that was a strange question. “Did you encourage them, Stuart?” he further questioned, while fidgeting around. I soon got the feeling that Mr. Silva was enjoying what I was telling him, and it looked to me like he was busy groping his crotch while I told him details of my encounters with Skip and his pals. I thought if I showed Mr. Silva the scratches on my back and on my chest, that he would certainly take action. I got up and pulled off my t-shirt to expose my wounds. “Yes, I can see. It must have been quite uncomfortable for you,” is all he said at first. Then he quickly asked, “You aren’t bleeding down there or anything?” “I don’t think so … I don’t know,” I responded. Suddenly, Mr. Silva stood up. He walked over and locked his door. As he walked back I noticed a lump in his trousers. “Pull down your shorts and underwear, Stuart. I’d better have a look to make sure you’re not injured back there. “Oh … ah, it’s OK,” I stammered. “I’m sure I’m fine, sir,” I replied. “Nonsense. You came to me for help, son. Now, do as I say. It’s important to make sure you’re not injured from what you say Skip did to you. Now drop your pants and let me take a look,” he commanded. I still hesitated. “Would you rather I asked your mother to look at it?” he suggested. “No … no, sir. I’ll let you do it,” I answered and gave in to his request. Neighborhood Initiation • 43

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When Mr. Silva started to help me pull down my shorts, I confessed to him that I wasn’t wearing underwear. He assured me it was OK, and quickly pushed my shorts below my thighs. My dick popped out, and my balls dangled in the breeze. I thought I heard him softly say, “Um, nice.” From the way he was looking at me, I started to get aroused. My dick started swelling and I turned red in the face. I couldn’t stop my dick from growing. Especially when I saw Mr. Silva rub his crotch. “Bend down, Stuart. Let me examine you back there. Let’s make sure you haven’t been injured,” he told me. Mr. Silva moved behind me, and I jumped when I felt his hands on my butt cheeks. My dick also jumped. It was now standing straight out, even as I bent over. His hands felt soft and soothing. He was being very gentle and patient with me. “Let me spread your cheeks apart just a little, Stuart. I need to look closely inside and see if everything is all right. Are you OK?” he questioned. “Ahh, yes, sir. It’s just sort of embarrassing.” “Don’t be embarrassed. We’re both guys, and I understand about these things. That’s why I’m here, for you to share whatever it is you need to talk about. Don’t you trust me, Stuart?” he said. “Oh, yes, sir. I do. Ah … does it look OK?” I asked. “Do you mind if I feel?” he asked, but before I could answer I felt his finger run over my puckered opening. I shivered and my dick bounced with excitement. “You say they made you suck them as well, is that right? How did it feel Stuart? Did you maybe like it? You can be honest,” Mr. Silva said. “Ah, well, it was OK, I guess,” I replied, not knowing quite how to answer. “Does it hurt anywhere back here?” he asked. Then I thought I heard him spit. “Let me press against your hole.” Before I could respond, his cool finger popped inside my tight opening. “Are you OK, Stuart? Am I hurting you?” He remarked. “Oh, no, sir. It’s all right. Umm … yes, it … ah … it feels OK. I mean, it feels good, sir. Mr. Silva started to move his finger around inside my hot butt hole. 44 • Neighborhood Initiation

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“I see why Skip likes having his cock inside you, boy,” Mr. Silva said, suddenly starting to finger fuck me like Skip had done. “Doesn’t it feel good when it’s done gently? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked. “You see, Stuart, if you just relax and go with the feeling it gives you, it can be quite enjoyable. Then it won’t be a problem.” I quivered when Mr. Silva’s other hand took hold of my stiff erection and started to stroke it. It felt better than when I beat off by myself. I suddenly felt hot all over and tingled everywhere. I saw him fondling his zipper and heard him pull it down. I couldn’t stop or control my ejaculation. I started shooting wildly from feeling the touch of his hand on my prick and his finger gliding in and out of my twitching asshole. “Oh, yes, Stuart! Do it – shoot your load, boy! Ah, yes. Feels good, huh?” When I opened my eyes I saw him furiously jacking himself with his free hand. I guess seeing me release my sperm got him very excited. “Let me take care of your ass another way,” my counselor said. He lay naked on the floor. “Come and squat over my face,” he said. He was still stroking his cock as I looked down at his hairy torso and his big, hard cock. Then, I felt his tongue lick my butt hole. Soon he was probing my tender tunnel with the tip of his tongue. “Push against my face Stuart. That’s it; sit on my face, boy!” he ordered. Mr. Silva was jerking off with abandon. He obviously enjoyed what he was doing to my butt, and it made my dick get hard again. I started beating off, matching his strokes. We jerked our cocks furiously as he chewed, licked and probed my tight asshole. When he shot his load, it cascaded across his stomach and chest and some even landed on my balls. Mr. Silva was squirming and twitching with pleasure. Seeing and feeling his hard body beneath me set me off and I coated his stomach and pubic bush with my second load. “You’re a hot, little man,” he told me. “You actually like what Skip and the others are doing to you, don’t you?” he suggested. We cleaned up, dressed, and Mr. Silva told me to come to him if I needed to talk about my situation. He said that if I enjoyed what we had just done together, I should come see him anytime. I went away feeling very satisfied but a little puzzled that he had not offered to stop Skip and the others from bullying me.

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The very next day I went to visit Joey. He’s the youngest of the group of boys from the project. He was the only one that treated me nice, and I wanted to become his friend. The door to his parents’ unit was wide open. I knew they worked during the day and that if Joey was here, he would be alone. I timidly called his name. I heard noises, but didn’t get an answer. I decided to look in his room. There was Joey, sitting on Mr. Silva’s face, and Jeffrey, one of Skip’s buddies, was fucking Mr. Silva up the ass. He was holding the counselor’s legs up and pounding his hole just as if Mr. Silva were his girlfriend. Now I understood why Mr. Silva reacted like he had at his office. He was obviously enjoying sex with the entire group that had been initiating me. I reached inside my shorts and jerked off as I watched the three of them go at it. 46 • Neighborhood Initiation

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Mr. Silva was moaning and humming against Joey’s wet butt hole as Joey milked his prick to a final climax. Jeffrey was huffing and slamming harder and harder into the school counselor’s well-fucked man hole. Soon he cried out with extreme pleasure as he shot his load. Mr. Silva was cumming, too. He shivered and shook and moaned loudly as the two boys pleasured themselves over him. I lost my seed inside my shorts, and ducked out without them even seeing me. I decided that it wasn’t actually so bad going along with what Skip and the other guys were making me do. In fact, from then on I went looking for Skip, knowing he would want to fuck me. Being a part of the project gang turned out to be the highlight of my life. I even got used to that damn garbage can lid.

And I still went to Mr. Silva’s office to complain about things, even though I now liked it all quite a lot. I went because I knew he would soothe my sore ass with his mouth and tongue, and I soon learned he liked to have me suck his cock until he shot in my mouth. It turned out that I wasn’t the new kid on the block for long, and I soon got to join in on the initiation of someone else. At last I wasn’t the one getting scratched up by the trash can lid anymore. Neighborhood Initiation • 47

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7 am in the morning… Las siete am…

Rudy went to school, but I didn’t, and his father was horny again. No fui a la escuela, Rudi sí, y su papá estaba otra vez caliente.

I like this! ¡Me gusta esto!

Let me stay here, Mr. Harrison! ¡Sr. Enríquez, déjeme quedarme!

Hi. Hola.

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Ho ho! Are you kidding? Do you think this is a game? You need to go home now! ¡Jo jo! ¡No me digas! ¿Crees que esto es un juego? ¡Te vas para tu casa ahora!

To your own father! ¡Con tu propio papá!

Rudy’s my only son, and you’re your father’s responsibility, not mine! ¡Rudi es mi único hijo y tú eres responsabilidad de tu padre, no mía!

Isn’t that Rudy’s bike? ¿Que no es ésa la bici de Rudi?

Yeah, it looks like it. Sí, eso parece.

He’s supposed to be at school! What the fuck is he doing at your house? You knew about this, didn’t you? ¡Se supone que está en la escuela! ¿Qué carajos hace en tu casa? ¿Tú sabías algo de esto? No! I swear I didn’t! ¡No! ¡Le juro que no!

I can hear him! He’s in pain! ¡Puedo oírlo! ¡Algo le duele!

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That’s it! We’re coming in! Open the fucking door!

Shh! It’s pretty dark in here. What the fuck could possibly be happening…? ¡Shh! Está oscuro. ¿Qué coños puede estar sucediendo…?

¡Vamos a entrar! ¡Abre la puta puerta!

Mmh… mhh… mhh…

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My father was home. He was naked, sweaty and horny and being sucked off by Rudy. I didn’t know what to do, and I was wondering… Mi papá estaba en casa, desnudo, sudoroso y caliente, con su pene en la boca de Rudi. No sabía qué hacer, pero mi pregunta era…

What would Mr. Harrison do? ¿Qué haría el Sr. Enríquez?

Rudy begged not to be fucked, but he was bending over, exposing his dark hole and getting it ready. Rudi suplicó que no se lo chingaran, pero se inclinó enseñando su culo bien abierto.

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Dad fingered Rudy’s hole as he told him how proud he was of me, in spite of my bad grades. Papá jugaba con el culo de Rudi mientras decía lo orgulloso que estaba de mí a pesar de mis malas notas.

Randall trusts you and you betrayed him! Now I’m going to fuck you, little friend! ¡Ramiro confía en ti, y tú lo traicionaste! ¡Ahora yo te voy a chingar, amiguito!

OK, but please, don’t tell anyone! ¡Está bien, pero por favor no le diga a nadie!

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You’re my best friend, Samuel. Shouldn’t you have told me about this? Tú también eres mi mejor amigo, Samuel. Tenías que decirme acerca de esto ¿no?

Shall I show you how much attention we’ve been paying to each other’s son? ¿Te enseño cuánta atención estamos poniendo en el hijo del otro?

Randall! ¡Ramiro!

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And then, with one thrust my ass was penetrated all the way to my tonsils. Dad was as happy as I was that I was able to take it all without hesitation.

Y mi culo fue penetrado de un golpe, hasta mis amígdalas. Papá estaba tan contento como yo de haberlo hecho sin vacilar.

Like it, son? ¿Te gusta, hijo?

Yes, dad! MORE! ¡Sí, papá! ¡Dame MÁS!

Finally, my father paid attention to me! Seing me about to get fucked brought him to his senses, and now we’re closer than ever. I felt sorry for Rudy, but his dad wasn’t happy that he was not as good a friend to me as I was to him. Well, after all, I will always be there for him when he needs support and someone to rub ointment on his spanked butt… ¡Por fin, mi papá me prestaba atención! Verme a punto de ser cogido le hizo recapacitar y ahora somos todo un equipo. Lo siento por Rudi, pero a su papá no le gustó que no fuera tan buen amigo como yo. Bueno, después de todo, yo siempre estaré ahí para darle mi apoyo y pomada para las nalgadas…

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Summer Games by Scotty I was so glad to get out of school this year. When the bell of my last class rang, Freddy, Mark, and I made a dash for the door. We had sat in the row closest to the door just to be the first boys out of school. We tore down the hallway and beat everyone else out the door. We didn’t even stop to look back. We kept running and running until we were blocks away from school and could no longer hear any of the other kids. “That was so cool,” Freddy gasped when we finally collapsed in the front yard. “Yeah,” Mark shouted. “First ones out and we’ll be the very last ones inside when school starts again.” “We’ll have the longest summer vacation of all,” I added. We were still yapping about it when Dad came home from work. “What’s all the excitement?” he asked. “We were the first ones out of school. The first to start our summer vacation,” I eagerly told him. Dad had an amused look on his face. “Whatever,” he teasingly said and went inside. When Freddy and Mark went home and I went inside, I found a big present on my bed. I tore it open and found a brand new baseball uniform. I was so happy I couldn’t contain myself. Dad heard me whooping and hollering and jumping up and down. “What’s all the excitement, Scotty?” he asked when he came into my room. “Gee, thanks, Dad,” I said. “Now I don’t have to wear my old uniform. This one is so … so … cool!” I shouted. “Glad you like it, son,” Dad said. “Let’s see you try it on.” I wasn’t used to undressing in front of Dad, but I was so excited I didn’t care. I tore out of my clothes and stripped down to my underwear. I was about to slip on the baseball pants when Dad asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something, son?” “What, Dad?” I asked. “Look inside the box again,” he suggested. I tore through the box and found a brand new jockstrap. “You’re a man now, son. You should dress like a man,” Dad said as he put his hand on my shoulder and gripped me. Summer Games • 55

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The new jockstrap was cool. It had a red stripe around the waistband. “Ah, sure, Dad,” I said. I wanted to try it on, too, but it meant getting completely naked in front of him. I hesitated, but when I saw that Dad was anxiously waiting for me to try it on, I turned my back to him and slipped off my briefs. I don’t know why, but knowing that Dad was looking at my bare bottom made my crotch tingle. I pulled up the jockstrap and snuggled my dick and balls into the cup. When I let go of the waistband it snapped to my body. That felt good, and I liked the way the side straps hugged my butt cheeks. “Turn around and let me see how it fits,” Dad said. It was the last thing I wanted to do because I was starting to swell up, but I couldn’t think of an excuse not to. Nervously I turned around so Dad could check me out. I started to blush when he kneeled in front of me and took hold of my waistband and the straps. He pulled them out a bit and let them snap. Then he even ran his fingertips around the edge of my cup. His fingertips even grazed the base of my balls. My dick really started to stiffen. “Looks pretty good,” Dad said with a big smile. “I think I picked the right size,” he said with a wink. Then he stood up. “Let’s see how the rest of it fits.” I slipped into the pants and the shirt as fast as I could. I didn’t want Dad to see my dick getting harder and harder. I don’t know why I was reacting this way. “You look terrific, son,” Dad said when I stood all dressed in front of him. “You’re going to be the coolest guy on the team this summer.” “Thanks, Dad,” I said and I gave him a big hug. Dad left and went downstairs. I was relieved. I lay on my bed and tried to understand why I felt the way I did when I was undressing in front of him. The next Saturday was our first day of practice. Dad wasn’t about to miss it. He was a big baseball fan and he loved watching me practice. Freddy and Mark were really jealous when they saw my new uniform. “You’re so lucky,” Freddy said. “Your dad buys you everything,” Mark mumbled. 56 • Summer Games

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We had a new coach this summer and I liked him a lot. He was wearing a tank top and some khaki shorts. I was a bit surprised at how short they were. When he sat on the bench and spread his legs a bit, you could see all the way up to his crotch. Instead of regular briefs, he was wearing a jockstrap, and when I came running into home base from third, I could clearly see the pouch. I nearly slipped and fell and almost didn’t make it to home. After the game Dad took me, Freddy and Mark for a shake. “How’d you boys like the new coach?” Dad asked as we drank our shakes. “Seems OK,” Freddy said. “I liked him, Dad,” I said. Dad was sitting next to me and his big thigh rubbed against mine. I loved how that felt. As soon as we got home, Dad said, “Let’s throw your new uniform in the wash. I’d like to keep it as clean as possible.” “Sure, Dad,” I said. I was about to go up to my bedroom to change when Dad suggested, “We can just go to the laundry room and throw your uniform in the washer. Mom’s not home yet so you’ll be able to sneak back to your room to dress without her seeing you.” I wasn’t so sure about Dad’s suggestion. I remembered what had happened to me yesterday when I undressed in front of him. I was afraid I’d get another boner. But before I could slip upstairs, he put his big hand on my shoulder and led me to the utility room. Immediately he put some soap into the washing machine and said, “I got pretty sweaty in the hot sun. I might as well put my clothes in the wash, too.” When he took off his t-shirt and I saw his bare chest, I felt a tingle in my crotch. Dad then unzipped his short pants and before I even took off my top, Dad was standing there in his underwear. I really felt odd when I saw that he wasn’t wearing briefs but a jockstrap. He tossed his short pants into the wash then he turned to me and held out his hand. “Give me your top, son,” he said. Nervously, I unbuttoned my top and handed it to Dad. Then I yanked off my undershirt and Dad tossed it into the wash. There was no way I could wriggle out of the situation and in some way I felt good about stripping with Dad, especially when he was standing there almost naked next to me. Summer Games • 57

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I unzipped my pants, slipped them off, and Dad stuffed them into the wash. “Hmm,” Dad said rubbing his chin. “I guess we might as well wash our jockstraps – I bet they’re pretty sweaty, too.” I took a gulp and watched Dad pull down his jockstrap. His long, thick dong flopped out and swung between his legs. I reached for my jockstrap and yanked it off. I stepped out of it and tossed it up to Dad. He grabbed it with a smile and threw it in the wash. “There, that’s everything,” he said slapping his hands together. It sure was. We were standing buck naked, side by side. The tingle in my crotch intensified and I was helpless as my dick thickened and then, in just a matter of seconds, bounced up and pointed to the ceiling. Dad looked at it and then at me. “Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, son,” he said. “There’s no need to blush just because you’re showing your dad a boner. To tell the truth, it makes me feel all warm inside looking at it. You ready to hit the shower?” I nodded. I turned and walked quickly to the bathroom to shower. I could feel Dad following close behind me. I began to wonder if he was going to shower with me? I was relieved and yet a bit disappointed when Dad walked past the bathroom and turned into the master bedroom. Evidently he was going to use the shower in my parents’ bedroom. As I showered alone, I thought about what Dad looked like naked. I couldn’t remember the last time I has seen him naked before today. It had been so many years. My boner refused to go down. Images of Dad’s big, floppy dong kept flashing in my mind. When I soaped my cock and washed it, the feelings were so strong they almost hurt. When I was done showering, I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and began walking to my bedroom upstairs. When I walked past my parent’s bedroom, the door was wide open and I saw Dad drying himself. He was standing between the bed and the dresser and rubbing his back with a towel. I stood watching Dad as he wiped the towel across his butt, his big thighs, and then his legs. All the time his dong kept swinging from side to side. My boner was so hard it made a huge tent under my towel. I even had to adjust the towel to keep my boner from poking through. Summer Games • 59

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When Dad was done drying, he tossed the towel onto the floor and then turned and saw me looking at him. “Hi, Scotty. Are you done, too?” he asked. I nodded. “Looks like you’ve still got your boner,” Dad said with a laugh. “You better take care of that before your balls go blue.” I was really embarrassed now. My feet wanted to run but I couldn’t move. Dad looked at me up and down and then he slipped his hand under his balls. “You do know how to treat a boner, don’t you, son?” he asked. I took a gulp. “Ah, what do you mean?” I asked. I thought he was talking about taking some medicine. “You know, beat off, whack your meat, jack off,” Dad said as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled on it. “Oh, that,” I mumbled, watching Dad pretend to beat off. “Yeah, this,” he said as he kept playing with himself. Only now he wasn’t pretending so much. His cock was getting hard and starting to stand up. “Don’t you and your friends do this together? When I was your age, your Uncle Biff and I used to whack off two or three times a day. We even whacked off sometimes at school.” “Really? At school?” I asked, not sure if he was joking. “At school,” Dad said. He was stroking himself with long, even strokes now. “We’d do it in the bathroom and sometimes in the shower when we were alone.” Dad sat on the bed and motioned for me to come into the bedroom. His legs were spread wide and he tugged on his big balls with one hand while he pumped his cock with the other. When I got within reach, Dad undid my towel and dropped it to the floor. “That’s a nice boner, son,” he said. “Sit next to me and let’s beat off together. You’re growing up fast and soon you’ll be off to college. We won’t have many more chances to do this.” I sat down, and looking up at Dad, I took hold of my boner and jacked it. It was great doing this with Dad. Something about it made me feel all good inside. “Do you shoot a lot, Scotty?” Dad asked. “I dunno,” I said. “What’s a lot?” We both laughed and kept stroking our dicks. My balls were tremSummer Games • 61

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bling and I was feeling so light. It felt as if the slightest breeze would lift me off the bed. Dad put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. “Are you getting close to shooting, son?” he asked. I nodded. To my amazement, Dad slipped off the bed and kneeled in front of me. His face was inches from my boner. I could feel his breath on my balls. “I want to see my son shoot a load,” Dad said. “I want to see that cum spray out of his pisser.” Dad brought his face right up against my boner. His nose grazed my hard shaft. I looked into his eyes and let out a gasp. I wanted to yell out that I was going to shoot but I was too excited to say anything. My balls exploded and cum came squirting out of my dick. Before it could fly into the air, Dad slipped his lips over the tip of my dick and my cum went shooting into Dad’s mouth. His lips clamped down on my dick and as I shoot wad after wad of cream, Dad swallowed my entire cock and my load went gushing down his throat. When I was done, Dad lifted his mouth off my dick. He grabbed my dick with one hand and swung it back and forth. “That’s a good boy, Scotty,” he said over and over again. As he talked, he lifted his hand. There was a huge puddle of his cum in his palm. He rubbed it all over my dick and then licked it off. When Dad was done lapping his cum off my dick, he stood up. There was a big drop of cum dangling from his softening cockhead. Dad sensed that I wanted to touch it, and he said, “Go ahead, Scotty. You can touch it if you want.” I reached out my hand and felt Dad’s big cock. His warm cum coated my fingers. As I rolled his thick cockhead in my hand, Dad pressed forward and then set his knees onto the bed. With his hands he pushed me back onto my back and then lowered his crotch until his cock was dangling over my face. Soon his drippy cockhead was rubbing over my lips. I stuck out my tongue and tasted Dad’s cum. The intense flavor made my head spin. I licked and nibbled on his cockhead until all the cum was gone. “That was fun,” Dad said as he got up. “Did you have a good time, Scotty?” “Yeah,” I said with a big smile. Dad pulled me up. “Mom will be home before too long,” he said. “We better get dressed.” Summer Games • 63

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“Sure, Dad,” I said. Dad gave me a big hug and then let me go. When I turned to go to my bedroom, he gave my butt a playful slap. “Dad!” I yelled and ran up to my room. It was the best day of my life.

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A True Story By Mikey Continued from “Mikey Really Likes It!” in the June 2002 issue. After my wet and steamy suck session with my Cousin Steve and his buddies Frankie and Billy, I realized how late it was getting. I had a shit-load of homework to do and I knew Dad would be home from work pretty soon, too. I reluctantly pulled up my pants and put on my jacket. Billy was dozing on Steve’s bed, Frankie was busy rolling a joint, and Steve was playing with the radio. “I gotta get goin’ guys,” I said. I realized, though, that I had to take a wicked leak, and even though my house was right next door, my cousin’s bathroom was a whole lot closer. I told my cousin I had to pee first. I went into the bathroom and pulled out my still wet boycock and let loose with a strong stream. My cousin walked into the bathroom and hauled out his cock, too. We silently pissed together, mixing our yellow floods in the bowl. “So what’d ya wanna ask me about before?” Steve asked. I smiled at the memory of what we’d just done and my dick twitched in response. Steve grabbed my piss-dribbling dick and chuckled. I decided to just say it out loud. “I sucked my dad’s cock and he fucked me,” I blurted. “No way! Uncle Sal popped yer cherry, Cuz?” In a whisper, I quickly told my cousin the details of what had occurred between my father and me. “Oh, this is so hot, Little Bro!” Steve said excitedly. His cock went instantly hard. I told him my idea of somehow getting us and our two dads all together for a family orgy. Steve put his arm around my shoulder, our stiff dicks poking out of our jeans. “Leave that to me, Little Cuz. I think I know just what to do!” He smiled that sexy grin of his, which made me certain I would get my wish of seeing my father and my uncle together, naked and hard. We stuffed our cocks back into our pants and headed out of the bathroom.

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Frankie had his jacket on now, too, and told us he needed to go home. I yelled goodbye to Billy in the bedroom, hugged my cousin, and walked out of the house followed by Frankie. As we stood on the stoop, Frankie asked if he could talk to me a minute. “Mikey, I’m really sorry for bein’ such a fuckin’ dick all these years. You really are a cool kid.” He held out his hand for me to shake and when I took it, he pulled me in for a quick hug. “And you tell me if anyone bugs you, OK? I’ll fuck ’em up good for you! I wish my brothers were more like you.” Frankie had a big family, the biggest in the neighborhood actually. One of his younger brothers was in my class. Just then, I saw my dad’s truck pull up into our driveway. Dad and Uncle Al hopped out and waved at us. I waved back. Frankie and I parted, as he headed down the street in the other direction. Frankie’s last name was Cavallo, which is Italian for horse, and Uncle Al loved to piss Frankie off since he was the neighborhood bully, so he started making loud whinnying sounds like a horse. “Where’s your saddle today, Cavallo?” Uncle Al yelled laughing. Frankie flipped him the bird and laughed as he walked off. Uncle Al came up to me and swept me up in a big hug. I laughed. “Was Frankie Cavallo pickin’ on you again?” he asked. “No, Uncle Al. We’re cool now.” My uncle gave me a penetrating stare and slowly smiled. “Did you work some of your magic on him?” I just giggled. “What have you and your cousin been up to, babe?” Uncle Al whispered with a twinkle in his eye. “Nothin’,” I lied and giggled some more, giving away the game. Just then, my father yelled from the truck. “Hey! Alfredo, do you think you two lovebirds could break it up long enough so my son can help me unload?” Not certain whether my dad was referring to the truck or his cock, I laughed at the dirty implications. Uncle Al caught it, too, and roared with laughter. Dad finally realized how what he’d said actually sounded. “You two perverts!” Dad yelled at us. Uncle Al was still chuckling. “Oh, forgive me, Father Sal, for I have sinned!” he then fired off a rapid comment in Italian. My Italian was not that good. Dad rarely spoke it around the house, but I knew enough to catch the drift. Uncle Al had said something like, “It wasn’t my own head between my legs every night when we were kids!” Dad responded with a laugh and an Italian chin salute. I loved it when 66 • Confessions with My Father

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they got like this! They were like two playful boys. I imagined this is how they must have been when they were growing up together. Uncle Al gave me a final squeeze and slapped my ass. “Get outta here, you,” he chuckled. “Go help your papa. We had a rough day today and I bet he could use some of your special magic.” Uncle Al raised his eyebrows like Groucho, laughed and walked toward his house. As I turned to help Dad, I heard Uncle Al bellow to my cousin as he walked in the door. “Hide yer virgins, I’m comin’ in!” He was such a joker and I loved him with all my heart. I helped Dad empty the truck and carry some groceries into the house. He sat down at the kitchen table as I got something for us to drink. “I saw you with Frankie Cavallo, kiddo,” Dad said. “Was he bein’ a pain in the ass?” I told Dad no, that Frankie and I were friends now. Dad looked a bit surprised. “What? Miracles are happening in Brooklyn these days!” he joked. I laughed as I handed him his glass. Dad grabbed me and sat me on his lap. He kissed my cheek. Fuck, he smelled good – sweat and male animal muskiness. I felt so happy and safe with Dad. I hugged him hard. “What was that for, caro?” my father asked. “Just cuz I love you, Daddy,” I answered. “Oh, baby, I love you too. And phew! Your father needs a shower badly!” I told Dad I thought he smelled good. Daddy chuckled deeply, and began touching me in that special way that only a father and son can share. I quickly threw a hardon and I could feel Dad’s big nine-incher swelling underneath my butt. Daddy unzipped my fly and reached into my jeans. I felt his big, strong fingers connect with my boydick. Dad felt the slimy wetness and looked me hard in the eye. “Just what exactly were you and Frankie Cavallo doin’, son?” I felt my cheeks get hot and flushed. “You can tell me, son. C’mon, Mikey. Tell Daddy what you did with Frankie.” I leaned my head against Dad’s shoulder, playing with the buttons on his work shirt and began telling him of the afternoon encounter I had with Steve, Frankie, and Billy. I felt Dad’s cock getting hard as a rock underneath me. I told him how we looked at porno and how Steve and I had lain down together. Dad asked for details and made little groaning sounds in his throat as I continued my story. “Whose cock did you suck first, son?” Dad Confessions with My Father • 67

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asked, making me stand up next to him as he undid his pants and slid them down to the floor. Unconsciously I reached for his bulging, now wet briefs, grabbing the cock that made me through the thin white cotton. I could tell Dad wasn’t in the mood for a long session as he quickly slipped his briefs down, exposing his throbbing uncut tool. I held it in my hand, its pulsing firmness jumping in my grip. I couldn’t even encircle its thickness with my fingers. Dad’s sweaty crotch scent filled my nostrils, and I breathed deeply. I dropped my pants, too, standing bare-assed before my big, hairy daddy. Fisting his huge hairy cock, I told him how the other boys had lubed Steve’s dick with their juice. “Show me, son. Show Daddy what they did to Stevie’s cock.” Dad spread his legs wider and I pressed my hips into the damp warmth of his sweating crotch. I was shaking as my boycock connected with my father’s paternal stalk. I forced more precum out of my piss hole and began rubbing my dick head up and down Dad’s immense prick. Daddy moaned and growled deep, flexing his cock back and forth to help me slick it up all over. He tousled my hair and smiled at me. “I bet I know what happened next,” he grinned. I just smiled and sank down on my knees between my father’s furry legs. Dad’s precum had begun to mingle with my own clear boy juices, running down his throbbing shaft. I grasped the source of my own life, my hand dwarfed by its size. Sliding Dad’s foreskin back and forth, I ran my tongue all around the big juicy head. Dad gasped and stroked my hair, encouraging me to show him what nasty things I’d done with my cousin and his friends. I did my best to show my dad, lick for lick, bobbing my head up and down hungrily on his mancock. I reached down, jerking my own dick as I slurped away on my handsome father’s schlong. Dad began slowly raising his hips, gently thrusting more of his big pepperoni in my face. “I bet those boys loved gettin’ sucked by my son. They loved it, didn’t they, Mikey?” asked Dad. Not sure whether he really wanted an answer, I grunted my assent around his engorged shaft. “Suck me, baby-boy. Suck Daddy’s dick like you sucked your cousin and his buddies. Do it son – show Daddy how much you love cock.” Dad’s hot talk inflamed my desire, and I was frantically trying to get as much of his log in my face as I could. Dad’s big hairy nuts were already pulling up close to his shaft, and I knew he would be 68 • Confessions with My Father

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cumming soon. The anticipation was driving me crazy! I wanted my father’s hot cumload. Images of Steve and Billy and Frankie rocked through my brain. Cock after cock after cock. I’d sucked four dicks in one day. And I was related to two of them! The sheer nastiness of it made me go off. Dad realized what was happening and quickly grabbed me under my arms, pulling his cock free of my sucking lips and lifting me up. Just in time, my dick exploded, shooting jets of boy load splattering against my father’s pulsing prick. “Give it to Daddy, son. Oh, yeah! That’s it, cum all over your papa’s big sausage.” My dick jerked wildly, spraying cum everywhere. Dad pushed me down hard, back onto his now cum-covered cock. The angry purple head shoved deep into the back of my throat and I tasted my own load mixed with Dad’s precum and cockmeat flavor. Still in the throes of my own cumming, I continued to moan and cry out around the monster in my mouth. Dad was face fucking me now like a wild man, breathing harsh and heavy. “Oh, yeah, son. You got Daddy so hot. Telling me that fuckin’ dirty shit you did with those bad boys. Fuckin’ hot bad boys. Suckin’ ’em off and shit. Daddy’s bad boy. Oh, son … oh, son. Daddy’s gonna cum! FUCK!” His dick grew brick hard in my mouth and throbbed ferociously once, twice, three times, spewing full hot shots of daddycum down my sucking throat. Nothing ever tasted as good as my daddy’s spunk. We were both moaning and grunting together, holding onto each other with an iron grip. All I could breathe was his musky maleness. All I could see was his fat cock and thickly haired crotch. I think I found heaven in that moment! When I had drained every drop from Dad’s cock and licked the last few leaking drops from his still-bloated head, I looked up into my dad’s smiling face. He was so handsome and sexy. Fuck, I loved this man. And I knew he loved me. Dad pulled me up, cock to cock, on his lap, hugging me hard. We were both wet with sweat and sex. “Now I really need a shower. And so do you, sweaty boy!” Dad said, untwining our arms and legs. We stood there in the kitchen, just holding each other, hearts still pounding. My father took my hand and pulled me after him. I followed my Dad into the bathroom, grinning like an idiot! Wait until I tell Steve about this. To be continued …. Confessions with My Father • 69

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Uncle Trent’s Sweet Molasses by Randy Dad invited Uncle Trent for supper because he had just come back from a specal trip to New Orleans. Uncle Trent gave me a t-shirt which read “Louisana Bayou Possum” and he gave Mom a huge jug of molasses. She thanked him, but when we were alone she cussed, “What the hell am I supposed to do with all this damn molasses?” Dad and Uncle Trent went into the backyard to talk while I helped Mom get supper ready. When we were ready, she told me, “Go fetch your pa and uncle. Supper’s on.” I saw Dad and Uncle Trent talking quietly behind the gardenia hedge. Whenever they were talking quietly behind the hedge it was a sign that they were saying something worth listening to. I snuck up so they couldn’t see me. “Ha, ha,” Dad laughed. “Sounds like you had a lot of fun.” “Oh, yeah. Next year you should come along.” “What was it called again?” Dad asked. “Southern Decadence,” Uncle Trent answered. “Like I said, guys had their dicks hanging out right in the street, and you could get a blowjob just like that.” I wasn’t sure what a blowjob was, but the thought of men pulling their peckers out in the open was something I knew I wouldn’t hear about around the supper table. I snuck back toward the house before turning and hollering, “Supper’s ready, Dad!” As I expected, Uncle Trent never talked about peckers or blowjobs during supper. That Saturday I got on my bike and pedalled over to Uncle Trent’s. It was a hot, sweltering day and he was lying in his hammock, wearing his loose shorts, the ones which were so baggy you could see his balls when he sat just right. “What’s up, Randy?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “Dad says you had a good time in New Orleans.” “I sure did,” Uncle Trent said with a big grin. “Think I could come along next time?” I asked. “I don’t know, Randy. New Orleans is a town for grown-ups. I don’t think your Mom would let me take you,” Uncle Trent replied. I looked sad, and then added, “Maybe if you asked her right.” Then I quietly added, “I read that in New Orleans you can get blowjobs real easy.” “Where’d you hear that?” Uncle Trent asked with a startled look. 70 • Uncle Trent’s Sweet Molasses

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“I read it somewhere,” I said. “Like shit you did, Randy,” Uncle Trent laughed. “You were spying on your dad and me, weren’t you? I bet you don’t even know what the hell a blowjob is. Tell me, Randy, what is a blowjob?” I blushed until my face was redder than a monkey’s ass. “See, what did I say?” Uncle Trent mumbled. Then he leaned out of his hammock and asked me in a hushed tone, “Would you like to find out?” I looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah! Tell me Uncle Trent.” “You gotta promise you won’t tell your Mom or Rev. Humphrey about this,” Uncle Trent said seriously. “I swear,” I snapped back. “Come inside and I’ll show you.” Once we were inside Uncle Trent said, “First we gotta get naked.” As soon as we were out of our clothes our dicks swelled and stood straight up. Uncle Trent lay down on his bed and had me lie down next to him. “A blowjob is when you take a guy’s cock and suck on it,” Uncle Trent instructed. “You take my cock like this,” he taught me as he took

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hold of my excited pecker, “and suck on it like this. Watch me for a minute or two and then do the same to me.” Uncle Trent stuffed my dick into his mouth and I watched in awe as he worked his mouth up and down my stiff pecker. It felt so good I could hardly stand it. After watching Uncle Trent work my cock in and out of his mouth and squeeze my dick head with his lips, I eagerly grabbed hold of his monster and crammed it into my mouth. The taste of his stiff meat made me giddy. As I sucked, sweet juices, as thick as molasses, flowed down my throat. I found it hard to believe that in New Orleans guys could get blowjobs out in the open. I guess they didn’t have preachers like Rev. Humphrey around. We couldn’t even have a school dance in Beauporc. “You like that?” Uncle Trent asked me. “It’s great!” I exclaimed. We kept on sucking each other until my balls unloaded a huge wad into Uncle Trent’s throat. I watched as he gulped it down. As he was finishing, his hips bucked and thick, molasses gushed out of his pecker. I drank some of it, and when I let go of his cock, it kept on gushing out for a long time. “Now, can you take me to New Orleans next time?” I asked. “Maybe,” Uncle Trent said. “I’ll need to teach you more than just blowjobs and we might have to take your dad along.” “That’s OK,” I said. “I’ll even save up so I won’t cost you or Dad a cent.” Uncle Tr e n t gave me a big hug and said, “OK, next year you’re coming along.”

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