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Handjobs December 2002

Letters Sacred Staff Monastery Chad’s Open-Door Policy by Ben Without Knowing by Rolando Mérida Rest Stop Adventure by Jay Madden Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son by Oscar Camp Woodpecker by Robin Banks Announcing Anthology 9 The Cellar by The Falcon Santa’s Cumming by Mark Tommy Opens Up by Jon Hold Bobby and the Grave Digger

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I regret that the stories of priests and young boys are probably now beyond the bounds of propriety. They were a real turn-on for me. • Robert, CA Handjobs Reply: Thanks for letting us know what you like, Robert. Anyone interested in a new book by Rolando Mérida should keep their eyes peeled over the next couple of months. You might be in for a surprise. As for the stories about priests, we hope you enjoyed Father Frank by The Falcon in the November 2002 issue, and be sure to check out the sequel, The Cellar on page 48 of this issue and also Sacred Staff Monastery on page 7. Dear Handjobs: Handjobs is so good I can’t put it down until I have read the entire magazine. Thanks so much. • Charles, CA Dear Handjobs: Keep it up, hard and juicy. • Robert, MA Dear Handjobs: My only complaint: I wish Handjobs came out weekly. I usually finish each issue in two sessions! • Chuck, NY Dear Handjobs: You are still the best. Your stories continue to be great fantasies. • M.D., NY Dear Handjobs: Great magazine! Keeps me hot in the cold, snowy north woods. Thanks. • Gary, WI Dear Handjobs: I just loved Two Out of Three by Jay Madden in the October 2002 issue. It was a great little piece. • David, PA Dear Handjobs: I’ve been reading some of the stories in the October 2002 issue, and The Gas Man’s Story, starting on page 48, is one of the hottest dad/son stories that I’ve read. I own 45 back issues of Handjobs, and other favorites are Ass Poking in the March 2000 issue, Uncle Phil’s Business Trip by A Chicago Friend in Handjobs Anthology 4 and Father’s Day by Matty in the June 2002 issue. What turns me on so much about October’s The Gas Man’s Story is the dad and son getting all hot over each other’s erect manhood. The part where Jackson (the son) entered his father’s room with a raging boner, just as his father shot a load thinking about him gave me a raging boner also, and I’ve been shooting a couple of loads daily, reading and rereading about their encounter. The art by Just A. Buoy with E. Rex Shawn accompanying the story is awesome too. What Letters • 5

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Sacred Staff Monastery “Are you nuts?” I asked my brother Joel, when he told me he was going to visit a monastery in New Mexico for vacation. “What the hell do you want to do that for?” “Our mailman Bruce went not too long ago and said he came back refreshed. I just need a break from my busy life,” Joel said. “I was thinking of asking you to come along, but I guess that’s out of the question.” I didn’t bother replying. I could think of a million things better to do for relaxation. I also found it strange that Bruce would go to a monastery. He loved to party, and I couldn’t picture him meditating or living like a monk, even for a day. But when Joel came back from his week-long stay at the monastery, he had obviously had a good time. I’d never seen my brother so happy and relaxed. It made me wonder what was so special about that place. I’d made such a deal about going to the monastery that I didn’t have the nerve to ask my brother any questions about it. Instead, I turned to Bruce the next time he came to the house to deliver mail. “My brother tells me you went to a monastery,” I said. “Yeah, in New Mexico,” he told me. “How was it?” I asked. “Just great. I’m planning on going again next month,” Bruce said with a twinkle in his eye. “Somehow I can’t picture you in a monastery,” I said. “It sure surprised me when my brother went. What’s so special about this place?” “It’s hard to describe,” Bruce said. “It’s so peaceful and relaxing. After a week there you feel like you’re alive again.” “Hmm,” I said and let him go. Bruce was one tall, burly, sleazy mailman. I even caught him fucking some horny teenager in his delivery van one afternoon. Maybe he had to go to the monastery to give his cock a rest. Over the next few weeks I thought about the monastery from time to time. When I asked Bruce about it a second time, he dropped off a brochure. According to the brochure, the Sacred Staff Monastery was high in the mountains and not even accessible by car. To get to it you had to hike in over three miles from the end of a Forest Service road. Sacred Staff Monastery • 7

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There didn’t seem to be much of an organized program other than morning and evening meditations. The food was very simple. Robes were required. Belongings other than one change of clothes were not allowed. And there were numerous hiking trails surrounding the monastery. A week’s stay would certainly be different. The more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. I was too proud to let my brother know I was serious about visiting the monastery and I didn’t think my wife or kids would understand either. When they heard about my brother’s stay at the monastery, they thought he was a bit crazy, too. Instead, I told my wife that I had to go on a business trip and made secret arrangements to spend five days at the monastery. I had to think of some excuses as to why I couldn’t call her every day while I was gone. I flew into Albuquerque and rented a car for the four-hour drive up into the mountains. It was blazing hot when I left town but very pleasant by the time I got up into the high country. It was after four when I parked my car at the end of the Forest Service road. There were a few other vehicles parked under the pines. The hike up to the monastery took about an hour. As I hiked, I had a hard time believing what I was doing. Halfway up the trail I almost turned back. I was standing along the trail, debating whether to continue or return when a man and his son came up the trail. They were both wearing just shorts and sweating in the bright sun. “Are you heading up to Sacred Staff?” the dad asked me. “Yes,” I answered. “Great, we’re heading there, too. Have you stayed there before?” I shook my head. “This is my third trip,” the dad said. “I’m Derek and this is my son, Paul. This is his second visit,” the dad said with a big smile. “We enjoyed our last stay so much we couldn’t wait to come back.” “My name is Stu. My brother told me about it. He said it was very relaxing,” I said as we continued on our way. “It certainly is,” Derek said. “I’m sure you’ll love it.” “I’ve never been to a monastery before,” I told them. “What do you do all day?” “It’s hard to describe. It’s so peaceful … there’s no need to do anything at all,” Derek noted. We entered a deep pine forest then passed a crescent shaped lake. 8 • Sacred Staff Monastery

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“We’re almost there,” Paul said. Derek and Paul didn’t seem to notice, but on the far side of the lake I could make out the figure of two men lying on a rock. I had to look twice because the men were completely naked. They were Sacred Staff Monastery • 9

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too far away to see clearly, but I could make out their furry patches between their legs. “Dad, Wilbert and Arnold are here,” Paul called out. “Where?” Stu asked. “Over there, on the rock,” Paul said pointing out the two naked men I’d seen. “They sure are,” Stu remarked. “Who are Wilbert and Arnold?” I asked. “Two of the monks from Sacred Staff,” Stu said. I wondered what two monks were doing lying naked on a rock in the middle of the day. Stu and Paul seemed to think it was completely natural. They waved to the naked monks who waved back at us. I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. 10 • Sacred Staff Monastery

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We kept on walking past the lake, through the woods, and in about ten minutes, as we rounded a sharp bend, the adobe walls of the monastery suddenly appeared. “We’re here,” Derek said. As we entered the monastery gate, I was surprised with how simple the place was. The monastery was a long, plain adobe building surrounded by an extensive garden. “Those monks are Tom and Wes,” Derek told me as we walked by the garden to the front door. We left our shoes in the entry and stepped inside where Derek introduced me to the abbot who greeted us warmly. “This is Stu’s first time. Would you mind if he shared a room with you and Paul?” the abbot asked. “We find it’s helpful for newcomers to room with those who have been here before.” “Sure, that’d be fine,” Derek said. “Do you mind, Stu?” he asked me. “No, not at all,” I said. I liked Derek and his son. The abbot showed us to our room and left us alone. The room was very simple with two beds and a window. I noted that there were no lights at all in the room, no light switches, and no electric outlets. “The first thing we have to do,” Derek said, “is to get out of our clothes and into these robes.” He pointed to a stack of robes on a plain wooden shelf. Paul was already out of his shorts by the time Derek grabbed the robes. I tried not to notice Paul’s dick too much, but I liked what I saw. Derek handed me a robe and tossed two on a bed for him and his son. I undid my shirt and stripped down to my shorts. As Paul lifted his robe over his head, his dad stripped naked. He was a furry man with well-muscled legs. When I started to put my robe on, Paul whispered, “Dad, Stu’s not completely undressed.” “Oh,” Derek said to me. “Ah … you need to take everything off before you slip on the robe.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize …” I mumbled. “It’s nothing to apologize about. You couldn’t have known. But for the duration of your stay, you’re not allowed to wear anything from the outside,” Derek explained. I yanked down my sweaty briefs and let my cock flop out in front of the dad and his son. It felt good being naked in front of them. We Sacred Staff Monastery • 11

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slipped on our robes and Derek and Paul showed me the rest of the monastery which consisted of a large meeting room, a dining room, a kitchen, a small chapel, and the bedrooms. When we gathered for supper at seven in the dining room there were fifteen of us. There were ten monks of various ages, Derek and Paul, myself, and another man with a boy. We ate in silence and afterwards met in the meeting room for meditation. According to Derek, talking was not permitted from the beginning of supper until after breakfast. At first it was hard not talking, but gradually I came to enjoy the silence. There was no electricity at all and once the sun set it was dark. A few candles lit the rooms, and once those were extinguished, it was completely dark and very quiet. Bedtime was at nine, and with no lights I couldn’t even see across the room to the bed where Derek and his son were lying. I was tired and quickly fell asleep. During the night I woke up. The moon had risen and cast a glow across our room. I sat up and looked over at Derek and Paul’s bed. It was empty. I thought that was odd. I got out of bed and walked about the room. The door was slightly open and I went out into the hallway. It was eerily quiet. There was just enough moonlight filtering into the hallway for me to make my way to the meeting room. It was empty. As I felt my way to the dining room and on to the kitchen, I heard some soft groans coming through the wall. I pressed my hands against the wall and realized that it was a door. I felt for the door handle and slowly opened it, revealing a flight of stairs which led down to a cellar. Out of curiosity, I quietly walked down the stairs. The groans became louder and louder. From halfway down the stairs I could see a large room with candles on the walls. In the middle of the room were the monks, standing around a table. But, shit, the monks were all naked, their robes lying on the floor behind them. Their hips swayed back and forth as if they were jacking off. My boner popped up underneath my robe. What the fuck was going on? I took another step down and saw that they were standing around a low table. When one of the monks pulled back I saw Paul lying on the table with his legs in the air. Jesus, the monk had just been fucking the boy! Sacred Staff Monastery • 13

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As soon as the monk moved aside, another monk quickly took his place and rammed his cock up Paul’s open ass. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I pulled my robe up to grab my cock. The abbot climbed onto the table and stuffed his rod in Paul’s mouth. I was so engrossed in watching the men having their way with the boy that I didn’t realize that the boy’s dad wasn’t there. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and let out a sigh when I realized it was Derek. He just smiled at me and put his finger to his lips when I began to say something. Derek squeezed the back of my neck and then proceeded down the stairs. He was naked already and from the way his cock glistened in the candle light, he had already plugged his son’s ass at least once. I watched Derek’s bare butt join the monks. He hopped onto the table behind the abbot and then turned and motioned for me to join them. I tossed my robe off and let my throbbing cock lead me to the group. I knew now why my brother and the mailman enjoyed coming to the Sacred Staff so much. I squeezed in next to the monk fucking Paul and my cock started oozing thick precum as I watched his fat cock glide in and out of the boy’s cum-filled hole. His dad was feeling the abbot’s butt hole and getting it ready to fuck. No one was uttering a word, though there was plenty of moaning and groaning. When the monk shot his load up Paul’s ass, he pulled aside and motioned for me to have my turn. It had been a long time since I’d fucked ass and it felt great to drill my rod up the boy’s tight, wet hole. As I swung my hips back and forth, his dad ground his cock up into the abbot’s butt, forcing the abbot’s fuck pole deep down his son’s throat. The monks on either side of me were groping Paul’s ass and feeling my cock as it pumped in and out of the boy’s butt. The others slapped Derek’s ass as he fucked the abbot. Derek let out a low growl and blasted his nuts. His cock popped out of the abbot’s asshole and spilled hot cum all over his son’s belly. Some of the monks leaned over to lap up the precious custard. I lost it and drained my nuts inside Paul tight, hot butt hole. As I shot off, a feeling of deep relaxation welled up inside me. Joel and Bruce and everyone else had been right about this place. It was great for the spirit! 14 • Sacred Staff Monastery

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After I pulled out, several more monks fucked Paul before we all collapsed in each others’ arms, kissing and hugging each other. Then after our heartbeats had calmed down, we silently filed out of the cellar and made our way back to our rooms. Sacred Staff Monastery • 15

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Chad’s Open-Door Policy by Ben It is my belief that sex addicts always find each other. It’s as if we are on a wavelength that the so-called “normal” person is not privy to. This was never more true than the day I met Chad. One of my high school teachers had invited him and an interpreter to visit our class. Chad was a deaf-mute who had refused to think of himself as handicapped. I have to admit that while the others were sitting and “listening” to Chad, I was cruising him. I didn’t realize until later that he was fully aware of my interest. “After all, Ben, there is nothing wrong with my vision!” he laughingly told me after we had gotten to know each other. But of course, I didn’t know then that he saw me lusting over his pool-blue eyes, five o’clock shadow, and the black hair on the back of his hands. I was also turned on by his muscled body that more than compensated for what others might consider a major limitation. When Chad’s contribution to the class ended, the other students left to go home. But I stayed behind. I had read somewhere that if you never take a risk to get what you want, you wind up just like everybody else – with nothing. So while the teacher and the interpreter were deeply engrossed in conversation, I walked up to Chad, shook his hand, gave it an extra squeeze and then asked if he was a lip reader. He nodded in the affirmative and smiled. “Chad, I really admire you. I just wanted you to know that. Also I find myself attracted to you and wonder if you … er … uh … understand what I’m trying to say?” He smiled, lowered his eyes to my crotch and nodded. I had developed a half hardon and had to sit down to hide it from the two women. I was getting nervous and wanted to get out of there, but not before I found out where Chad lived – and if he lived alone. He must have been way ahead of me, because he took a note pad from his pocket, wrote his address, and handed it to me. Talk about two strangers connecting! I stood up, shook his hand – this time he squeezed mine – and left on a cloud of pride. I had taken a risk and it had paid off … big time! When I got home, I went into my room, locked the door and began to beat off while picturing Chad’s smiling face in my mind. That vision brought about a ball-busting climax and one of my biggest cum loads ever. 16 • Chad’s Open Door Policy

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I had already decided that since I walked to school every day and to town on the weekends, there was no reason I couldn’t just walk over to Chad’s house. That night after supper, I did just that. When I arrived at the address he had given me, I wasn’t surprised to see it was a small duplex. After all, I had assumed Chad lived alone or he wouldn’t had written his address down for me. To my surprise, he must have been expecting me. As soon as I stepped on the porch, he opened the door, let me in, and then locked the door behind me again. Before I could say a word, he put his finger to his lips and gestured next door. Of course, I understood. The tenants next door could probably hear everything through the paper thin walls. However, it soon became apparent that I wasn’t going to have to learn sign language. We both wanted sex and it was obvious our actions needed no words! We were perfect for each other. He wanted a blow job and I was a cocksucker. I wanted to be fucked and he was hung like a mule! Who needed any fucking words? It was going to be all action and no talk. I watched as he removed his clothes, then mine. He was throbbing and oozing precum from the purple cut head of his manmeat. I couldn’t wait to chow down on his swollen cock, but before I could drop to my knees, he motioned me toward the bed. I lay down on my back and he straddled my chest and pressed his leaking rod against my lips and smeared them with his salty lube. I opened my mouth wide and took him inside while I fixated on his muscled hairy chest and look of lust in his eyes as he fucked my face. I could hardly believe that before I left, he would also fuck my ass! For the first time, I realized how redundant words are when you both know what each other likes and know how to satisfy each other’s cravings. He began to thrust his pudding pole down my throat. My jaws ached around his thickness. I could feel and taste his precum leaking in my mouth. He was just about to feed me, when I spasmed and shot my wad up against his back without even touching myself. As my thick, creamy load ran down and began to dry in my silky bush, he grunted and fed me a meal unlike any I’d ever had. I knew it was coming, because right before he unloaded, his cock shaft expanded in my mouth. The guttural sounds he made spoke volumes. He filled my mouth with the hugest load I had ever experienced. I drank every drop, determined not to waste any of Chad’s tasty dessert. Chad’s Open Door Policy • 17

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We both were exhausted and spent. But it didn’t take us long to crave more cum. After all, we were both sex addicts! Chad smeared all the cum that was drying on my stomach all over his fingers and slathered it in my butt hole, shoving a couple of his fingers in me just to make sure I was ready. He motioned me to get on the floor. I was glad, because I love to be fucked doggy-style. No amount of cum would have been enough to make his prod pierce me easily. He was huge! But I would gladly open up for anything this hunk had to give me. I felt his strong hands on each cheek as he spread them and slowly entered me. I wished he could hear my moans so he’d know how much I loved him inside me. Later, he told me that my hole sucking him inside and milking him was better than saying anything. Once he was all the way in, he slowly started sawing his fat meat back and forth in my tight hole. As I loosened up, he increased his speed until he was throwing me an all out fuck. I couldn’t imagine him getting any bigger, but right before he exploded, his cock swelled and filled my slut hole with glob after glob of hot, sticky mancream. The feel of his sperm inside me triggered my own orgasm. This time I sprayed my cream all over the thick carpet. After he pulled out, we licked each other clean. I told him I had to go before my folks got worried and called the police. He understood. But he still had time to slip his tongue in my mouth and let me suck the taste of our mixed cum before he handed me a note he had written earlier. Yeah, he had my number all right. He knew I’d be there that night. When I got back to my house, I locked myself in my room and opened the folded piece of paper. On it was written the words that sealed our friendship: Dear Ben, It’s not every day I meet someone who wants to be my friend and fuck buddy. My door is always open to you. I mean that literally. I always keep my porch light on. So, when you crave my cum and want to suck me off or want me to fill your ass, just walk in, turn off the light, lock the door, take off your clothes and crawl in bed. You won’t even have to say a word! Ha, ha. Your friend, Chad 18 • Chad’s Open Door Policy

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I was hired again. It’s a man who wants to fuck someone about half his age. Me contrataron de nuevo. Este señor quiere coger con alguien que tenga al menos la mitad de su edad.

I’m at the room, but the client isn’t here yet. By the way, what’s his name? Estoy en el cuarto, pero el cliente no ha llegado. Por cierto, ¿cómo se llama?

Who…? …and driving a blue car?? ¿Quién…? ¿…y dice que maneja un carro azul??

Oh, I’d go with you, Nate, but I have lots of homework… Maybe some other time! Este… te acompañaría, Natán, pero me dejaron mucha tarea… ¡Quizá en otra ocasión!

You’re a chicken, Josh! I better hurry, I am so horny! ¡Eres un gallina, Josué! ¡Mejor me apuro, ando bien caliente!

OH, FUCK! It’s DAD!! Now what?? Gotta think fast!! ¡CARAJO! ¡Es mi PAPÁ!! ¿Y ahora qué?? ¡Debo pensar rápido!! So you’re the special boy! One of my friends said you are good at giving head… Hey, What’s with that hat?

Así que tú eres el chico especial! Uno de mis amigos me dijo que eres muy bueno dando cabeza… Oye, ¿y ese gorro?

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Ahem… wouldn’t you like a little mystery, sir? With the dim lights, you could pretend you caught a young burglar, eh? Er… ¿qué tal un poco de misterio, señor? Y así con las luces apagadas puede pensar que capturó a un joven ladrón, ¿qué tal?

Let’s say I’ve caught you in the act, and you beg me not to call the police! I’m very pissed off and need you to content me! (how’s that?)

Mmh… not bad for a start, boy! Sounds good to me! Mmm… ¡Nada mal, para empezar, chico! ¡Me parece bien! ¡Digamos que te atrapé in fraganti, y me ruegas no llamar a la policía! ¡Estoy bien encabronado, y necesito que me contentes! (¿qué tal eso?)

Oh, my God! Should I do this? What if he finds out who I am?? ¡Oh, Dios! ¿Debo hacer esto? ¿Y si se entera de quién soy??

Mmh… Who gives a fuck!!! Mmm… ¡qué chingados!

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OH, WOW! Slowly, boy! If you keep doing that, I’ll cum right now!! And I still have a fantasy of my own. Wanna hear it? ¡OH, GUAU! ¡Despacio, chavo! ¡Si sigues así, me voy a vaciar bien rápido! Y aún tengo pendiente mi fantasía. ¿Te la digo? Mmpfh… Your cock is so delicious, sir! Schup… Mff… ¡Su verga sabe tan rico, señor! Mmh…

Fuck, look at that! I already came! There goes another load just from thinking about my dear son… Hey, are you listening, boy? ¡Puta, mira eso! ¡Ya me vine! Ahí va otro mocazo pensando en mi querido hijo… Oye, ¿me estás escuchando??

I’d really like to fuck my own son, Nate… De veras me gustaría cogerme a mi propio hijo, Natán…

Mmh? Sorry, sir!! I was… Gurgle… Humm… can’t believe this… ¿Mmh? ¡Lo siento, señor! Estaba… glug… Oh, no puedo creer esto…

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Where are you going, you little bastard? Didn’t you hear me say that I wanted pretend you’re my son Nate while I fuck you ? Now it’s your turn to play my game!!

¿A dónde vas, cabroncito? ¿No oíste que quiero chingarte el culo, fingiendo que eres Natán, mi hijo? ¡Ahora tú me sigues la corriente a mí!

Pretend I’m WHO? ¿Fingiendo que soy QUIÉN?

¡Ohh, así, Natán! ¡Separa tus nalguitas para que tu padre entierre su CAMOTOTE dentro de ti!

Ohh, that’s it, Nate! Spread your little asscheeks so your father can sink his BIG COCK into you!

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Hey, boy, your skin is as soft as my Nate! And you smell like him too! Fucking GREAT! It’s just like it was the real thing!! Say it! Say I’m your father and beg for more of my DICK!! Ohh, I can feel my cockhead digging into your guts, MY SON!!

¡Oye, chico, tu piel es tan suave como la de mi Natán! ¡Y también hueles como él! ¡Qué CHINGÓN! ¡Es como si fuera de verdad! ¡Dilo! ¡Grita que soy tu padre, y ruégame que te dé más VERGA!! ¡Ohh, siento mi cabeza rascándote los intestinos, HIJO!!

DAD! I am Nate! FUCK ME HARDER!! ¡PAPÁ! ¡Soy Natán! ¡MÉTEMELO MÁS!!

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NATE?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING…? ¿NATÁN? ¿QUÉ CHINGADOS ESTÁS HACIENDO…?

Oops… did I pretend too well? Ay… ¿Fingí demasiado bien?

You… Me… How could it be…? Oh, fuck!! Tú… Yo… ¿Cómo pudo ser…? ¡Ay, carajo!! How long have you been doing this, Nate? Can you imagine how I feel about it? You deceived me, and now I’ve fucked you for real!! ¿Hace cuánto que haces esto, Natán? ¿Puedes imaginar cómo me siento? ¡Me engañaste, y ahora ya te cogí en la vida real!!

Dad… I… Papá… yo…

Come here, you crazy boy! ¡Ven acá, tontito!

This is the best day of my life, son! Everything I said is the fucking truth! I didn’t know how to tell you before. Now you know it, and you felt it! I FUCKED YOU, SON!! Let’s go home! ¡Éste es el mejor día de mi vida, hijo! ¡Todo lo que dije es la puta verdad! ¿Cómo decírtelo antes? ¡Ahora ya lo sabes, y lo sentiste! ¡YA TE COGÍ, HIJO!! ¡Vamos a casa!

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What a night, son! I’m glad your mother’s at Granny’s. I’ll wash the cum-soaked sheets myself, or she’d have a fit when… ¡Vaya nochecita, hijo! Qué bueno que tu madre está con la abuela. Yo mismo lavaré estas sábanas que empapamos de leche, o le dará un ataque cuando…

Hey, wait a dang second, young man! ¡Oye, espera un segundo, jovencito!

Give your ol’man a big kiss. I heard you quiting that escort thing on the phone. I don’t mind at all, but I hope I can give you all the cock you want! What else could you ask Santa for, son?

Dale a tu viejo un besote. Oí cuando renunciaste a eso de los acompañantes por teléfono. No me molesta, ¡pero espero poder darte yo mismo toda la verga que quieras! ¿Qué más puedes pedirle a Santa, hijo?

What about a pony, Daddy? ¿Qué tal un pony, papá?

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Rest Stop Adventure by Jay Madden I eased into the parking space. An older man, probably in his early sixties, was leaning up against the fence smoking a cigarillo and scanning the lot. I knew he had watched me drive in. He was staring straight at me. He was a big man, with a barrel chest that continued right down to a full belly – solid not flabby. His hips were narrow, and his legs, beneath his baggy walking shorts, were incredibly muscular and hairy, as were his arms. He took off the cap he’d been wearing and tossed it in his car window. What hair he had ringed his head with a white halo. My heart jumped right up in my throat when I realized he was heading toward my car. “Howdy,” he said, coming directly to my open window. “Nice day. You come here often?” “No,” I stuttered. “I just got my own car.” “Oh, ho,” he roared, “a brand new teenage highway menace, eh?” I grinned sheepishly, but the tension was broken and I began to relax. I liked his voice, especially his laugh. He reminded me of my grandfather. “You’ve never been up there then?” he asked, nodding in the direction of a crooked footpath that wound up a steep slope. I shook my head. “You should,” he said. “It’s a beautiful spot – you can see over the whole valley from that height.” He startled me by swinging my door open. “Come on. Let me show you. I won’t bite.” I checked out his eyes on the last remark and saw that they were twinkling. “Just roll up your window and lock up.” He was over the railing by the time I was out of my car, so I hurried to follow him up the path. I kept stumbling, because I couldn’t take my eyes off his hefty ass and those incredible calves. Even in loosefitting shorts his asscheeks looked massive and powerful. “This is it,” he said when we reached the top. “Get a load of that view.” I looked out over the valley. He hadn’t exaggerated; the view across the open space was breathtaking. After a minute, he turned and walked a few feet away. We were now behind a huge boulder that hid us from the parking lot below. “Gotta take a pee,” he said, sliding down his zipper and pulling out 26 • Rest Stop Adventure

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a fat, uncut cock. “You should, too – I noticed all those empty soda cans on the floor of your car.” My fingers were shaking so badly I had a hard time getting my zipper down, and my limp cock embarrassed me when I pulled it out. It was so small compared to his. His powerful yellow stream sent pebbles flying in all directions. I couldn’t even manage a drop. “Don’t hear anything over there,” he said, when his noisy stream stopped. He shook the fleshy head a couple of times, but didn’t stash it back in his shorts. “Can’t get it to go?” He moved closer and wrapped his thick, hairy fingers around it. I sucked in my breath and listened to my heart pound. He gently squeezed my cock, and I could feel it coming to life. “Isn’t it dangerous doing this here?” I asked, as he reached over, took my hand, and placed it on his half-hard cock. “Got a trooper friend, so I know their schedules. Not another car due by for half an hour, and we can hear anybody else drive in below. Relax.” I’d never held a man’s cock in my hand before and never seen an uncut one up close. I was fascinated by the moving ring of skin bunched up at the crown. I slid it back and forth, skinning the head in and out. “Like sliding that foreskin back and forth, do you?” “Yeah. Never did that before.” “You ever sucked cock?” I shook my head. “Just fooled around in the locker room with some guys – grabbing ass and feeling one another up.” I hesitated, then decided to tell the truth. “A couple of us jacked off together once, but we talked about getting sucked.” “Only talked, huh? That’s no good. Think you’d like a taste of this granddad meat?” I shrugged, wanting it, but afraid to admit it. “Easy as pie,” he said dropping down to his haunches in front of me. “Watch.” He stuck out his tongue and lapped it over the tip of my crown. I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Boy, you are delicious,” he crooned, squeezing out another drop of my precum and lapping it up with his tongue. He opened his mouth and took the whole crown in. I gasped again and my knees started quivering. He slid his mouth to the root. I’d Rest Stop Adventure • 27

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never felt such heat before. He pressed his tongue against the underside and wiggled back up to the crown. “I – I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” I gasped. “We don’t want that yet, do we?” He straightened up and wiped his mouth. “Delicious,” he grinned, giving me a hug. “Ever Frenched a man before?” I shook my head. “Wanna try?” Of course I did. It was what I had come here for, and he was a willing teacher. I nodded. He took my face in his hands and smothered my lips with his, teasing them open. When I gave in and relaxed, his thick, wet tongue shot into my mouth. I was humming and gulping, not sure what I was supposed to do. He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth. My fingers dug into his shoulders as his tongue forced mine up against the roof of his mouth. I squirmed in delicious agony. Suddenly he let go and I fell back with a gasp, panting and staring into his incredible eyes. He grinned, and wiped his chin. “You like it?” “Yeah,” I gasped, “I really did.” “You’re easy to please,” he chuckled. “Now how about wrapping those pretty lips of yours around this horny old cock?” He reached out, pressed on my shoulders, and I sank to my knees. The fattest, reddest cock I’d ever seen was staring me in the face. “Just take your time,” he said. “Play with it until you’re comfortable with it, and when you’re ready, just open your mouth and chow down. It’s all yours, baby – Gramps’ cock is all yours for the taking.” I reached out and wrapped both hands around the thick base. It bobbed up and down, and I stared at it in awe. I pulled gently on the pliable skin and opened my mouth when the wrinkled folds smoothed themselves out and the purple head, glistening with precum popped out. I moaned, leaned forward, and swiped it with my tongue. “Good boy,” he crooned, raking his fingers through my hair. I pulled back so I could see what I was doing. I watched my hands play with a man’s big cock. I watched them slip down and wrap themselves around his huge balls. They were tight to his body, like two huge lemons wrapped in a casing of wrinkled, brown leather. I’d never seen anything like them before. All the pink dangly ones on the other boys at school were nothing like this. 28 • Rest Stop Adventure

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“Play with ’em, baby,” he whispered, and I let my fingers explore them. “Try it with your mouth. You’d like that.” I looked up at him. “What do I do?” “Lick, suck, bite – you’ll figure it out. You’ll know once you start.” He leaned back against the rock, jutted out his crotch, and spread his legs wide. He pulled his cock up against his belly and offered up the bulging mass of his ball sack. I thought it was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen, and my heart started pounding. “Like I said, baby – it’s all yours.” I leaned in and buried my nose in the soft sack, inhaling his heady manscent. I thought I was going to swoon. I loved the way the heavy eggs rolled and bumped out of my way. Then I stuck out my tongue and lapped and lapped, bending my neck and forcing my mouth and chin as far under as they could go until my tongue made contact with the crinkly hairs around his asshole. “Oh, baby,” he moaned. His fingers were going crazy in my hair. I tried sucking in the huge eggs, but they were almost too big for my inexperienced mouth. Finally one popped inside with a loud slurp. “Suck it, baby,” he cried. “Eat Gramps’ big old baby-maker.” It was at that moment that I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I fell back on my haunches and squinted up into the sun. A tall, broad-shouldered state trooper stood blocking out much of the sky, and my heart sank right down to my sneakers. “Well, what have we here?” his deep voice demanded. “One of the best ball lickers in the business,” the older man grinned. “Yeah? What’s his name?” “Don’t know; been too busy to ask.” “What’s your name, son?” the officer inquired, stepping into the shade of the pines so I could stop squinting. “Eric.” “Eric, this is Tom,” the older man butted in. “My youngest son.” The trooper stepped over to his father and wrapped him in a bear hug. His lips opened to his father’s and his big hand wrapped around the older man’s leaking cock. I almost fainted with relief. Without breaking the kiss, the trooper reached back for me. He took me by the chin and guided my mouth back to his father’s cock and patted the back of my neck. Rest Stop Adventure • 29

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It took a few minutes of sucking for my heart rate to come back down to normal so I could begin enjoying myself again. I started to get excited at the idea that a hunky trooper had his arms around the man I was sucking. The older man was busy unzipping his son’s trousers, and out of the corner of my eye I watched him fish around in his fly and slowly pry out a semi-erect cock that was the perfect match to his, except it was cut. “Like father, like son,” the trooper’s deep voice cut through the slurping of my mouth on the monster cock. I pulled back and gulped, wiping away the spit drooling from my lips. I sat back on my haunches and stared at the two monster-cocks bouncing in the air a foot from my face. “Whadda you think?” the trooper asked, grinning down at me. “Don’t know what to say,” I said. “Why don’t you let the lad’s actions speak for him?” the older man suggested. “He’s downright eloquent with a cock in his mouth.” He reached out and guided me over to his son’s monster cock. I blinked and tried to get a good look at it before leaning in to let him guide it between my lips. It tasted every bit as good as his father’s, but felt different because of the lack of foreskin. The older man was unbuttoning his son’s shirt while the trooper undid his belt buckle. He eased his cock out of my drooling mouth, pushed his trousers down around his knees, stepped back, and flattened himself against the rock. I’d never imagined anyone could be so beautiful. “Pretty impressive, huh? And it all came straight from these balls,” his father grinned, leaning over to latch his tongue onto one of the trooper’s huge nipples. The uniformed man reached up and pressed his father’s face tight to his massive chest and reached out with his other big hand to guide my face back to his groin. I sucked in a lungful of strong manscent. It made me almost dizzy. I lapped my tongue against his tight belly. He gently eased my head down toward his cock. He gasped when I closed my lips over his cockhead. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned, massaging the back of my neck. I was afraid I was going to cream without even touching myself. I grabbed hold of his iron-hard shaft as I glided my slurping lips up and down its spit-slicked length. A deep rumbling came from his chest. I pulled off and licked the underside of his shaft, straight down to his loose balls. 30 • Rest Stop Adventure

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“Oh, shit,” he cried, opening his legs wider so his long ball sack could dangle free. “Eat those mothers.” His dad had moved around to the other side and began sucking on his other nipple. He gave my hair a pat as he went by, and I could see his big cock drooling a long string of precum. I reached over and captured it with the tip of my finger and brought it to my mouth. The trooper let out a moan and his leaking cock bobbed as his father worked his nipples. I grabbed it and slurped the sticky head. Once more I opened my mouth and dove nearly to the root. He reached down and grabbed me by the jaws. “Do us both,” he called down to me, and angled his father’s hips until the heads of their cocks touched. “Holy shit,” I gasped as both beauties nudged against one another, their heads glazed with sticky precum. “Go for it, boy,” the older man encouraged, giving a jab with his hip that made the two monster-cocks bounce. I wrapped my fingers around them at mid-shaft, holding them steady while I gave the pair a tongue bath. The two men were lodged in a deep kiss again and they grunted out excited moans as I tongued. I pulled back for another look, then leaned in and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I didn’t think it possible, but I felt both cock heads slide past my lips, and I almost choked with excitement. I wormed my tongue up and down, working my sucking cheeks and lips against their cocks. Both men were squirming now, and I looked up to see that each had the other’s nipple and was pinching it hard. That did it: I jammed my mouth as far down on their cocks as I could and shot my load, my thighs shaking like they were about to collapse. Both men grabbed my head at the same time and held me tight. With a loud cry they broke the kiss and erupted in my mouth. I held tight to their spewing cocks, gulping as fast as I could, but the volume of juice threatened to drown me. It spilled around their trapped poles and dribbled down my chin. I let up a little and gasped for air. Their shrinking cocks were still dribbling and I clamped down again, sucking it up as fast as I could. The heat from their sweating crotches was blasting me in the face, and the rich, musky fragrance acted like an aphrodisiac. My cock was filling out again.

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“Get your pretty little ass up here,” the trooper ordered. He reached down and slipped his hands under my armpits and hoisted me up. I grabbed my cock in my fist to keep from dribbling on his uniform. I gave in to the pressure of his mouth on mine, my body tingling. I felt something at the base of my spine, and before I made the mental connection, a warm tongue was lapping my asscheeks, heading straight for my hole. I tensed up. No one had ever done anything like that to me before. Gramps took my cheeks in his palms and pried them apart. When his wet tongue slurped over my hole, I moaned into his son’s open mouth and wrapped my legs around the big trooper’s waist. Sensations I’d never dreamed of assaulted me from both ends, and I moaned and squirmed, wondering if I could ever be satisfied with just jerking off again. “I gotta get me a taste of that hot dick,” the trooper growled. He hoisted me up by my armpits and dangled me over his face until my throbbing dick speared his mouth. His father, not to be left out, glued his hot lips to my hole, his tongue beating against my quivering sphincter. When his insistent tongue broke through and wiggled into my tender bowel, I reared up, driving my swollen cock deep into his son’s throat. I felt like I was being sucked inside out. The trooper was pulling my cum into his mouth while his father was pushing it out with his tongue. I threw back my head and cried out. Jet after jet of thick teen-cream spurted out of my spasming cockhead. Every muscle in my body quivered. It was a good thing they both had a good hold on me, because there was no way I could have stood up on my own through all of that. The two men eased me down till my feet touched the ground. “Your nectar is something special, kid,” the trooper murmured against my temple. “I sure as hell hope I’ll get to savor more of it.” “And I’m still waitin’ for my taste,” the older man added, nuzzling the back of my neck and calming my quivering body with his gentle hands. “Tom’s here same time every Tuesday. Think you can make it again?” “I’ll make it if you guys will,” I promised, sliding my hands down to grab a cock in each fist. “It’s a deal,” the trooper said, and bent down to seal it with a kiss. I turned in his arms and did the same with his beaming father. “Thanks, guys. You’re awesome.” 32 • Rest Stop Adventure

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Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son by Oscar Continued from October 2002 issue. “Come on in here, Leonard,” Dr. Bumfoin called. “I know you’re out there.” He chuckled and said, “Leonard’s my oldest son. He knows what I’m up to when I work late. He’ll give your son a good drilling, too.” Dad and Dr. Bumfoin were in the midst of giving me a thorough examination when Dr. Bumfoin called out to his son. I had my mouth stuffed with Dr. Bumfoin’s monster cock, Dad was still probing the deepest parts of my tight butt with his throbbing, juicy boner when the door opened and we saw Leonard standing naked, stroking his hard dick while he watched the three of us. I got so excited that my butt clamped down on Dad’s dick so hard that he couldn’t pull free. “Are you stuck like a dog?” Dr. Bumfoin asked Dad when he saw the predicament he was in. “Fuck, yeah,” Dad moaned. “Maybe this will help,” Dr. Bumfoin said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. “You’re boy is too excited. We need to cool him down a bit. Last week Mr. Caruthers and I were examining his two sons, Willy and Wane. Fuck if Willy’s butt didn’t grab onto Mr. Caruthers’ cock so tight, I had to put ice on the boy’s butt to free his dad’s dick.” Dr. Bumfoin slapped my face with his drooling cock, and then he went behind Dad and shoved his face into Dad’s butt. I could hear him slurping Dad’s asshole while Dad kept fucking me. I don’t know why Dr. Bumfoin thought that would cool me down. Hearing his mouth slurping on Dad’s butt hole was just as exciting as him cramming his cock down my throat. “Caruthers and his sons come often?” Dad gasped. “At least once or twice a month,” Dr. Bumfoin said as he took his mouth off of Dad’s skanky butt. “I bet those boys really have tight assholes,” Dad groaned. “I saw them running at the track meet not too long ago. Their butts were so firm and round, it looked like they’d snap your finger if you shoved it into them.” “That’s the Caruthers boys,” Dr. Bumfoin said with a laugh. “Hard and tight. Trust me, we had to examine them several times before we could slip our dicks inside.” “You let me know the next time they’re due for an exam,” Dad Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son • 33

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moaned. “I’d love to help.” “Sure,” Dr. Bumfoin replied and went back to munching on Dad’s ass. Dad held me down with his strong hands and pumped his cock all the way up my butt. I had to grip the examining table hard to keep from getting all the wind knocked out of me. “You like it like that, son?” Dad shouted. “How’s that feel?” “Aww … great, Dad,” I somehow managed to wheeze. Leonard worked his dick until it bubbled with precum. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as his thick lube drooled down his long shaft, rolled over his balls and dripped onto the floor. “You watching that boy drool, son?” Dad gasped. “Look at the bubbles he’s making. He knows how good it feels to have his dad’s cock up his butt. He’s dying to get fucked like you are, boy.” “Leonard, you making a mess again, son?” Dr. Bumfoin mockingly scolded his son. “You keep doing that and you’re gonna have to lick it up yourself, boy.” Dad drove his cock in so deep and hard I couldn’t breathe. “Dad … Dad,” I gasped. He slowly pulled out enough so I could catch my breath. My whole body was trembling and my nuts were tingling. Dr. Bumfoin slid his mouth off Dad’s ass and sucked on his nuts. Then he worked his tongue down lower until I felt it right on my hard balls. He reached under me and pulled my dick back and down so he could soothe it with his mouth. Dad pulled his cock almost all the way out of my butt. His thick glans pressed from the inside against my swollen sphincter. As Dr. Bumfoin licked my dickhead, shaft and balls, I managed to catch my breath and relax. I was glad Dad had stopped drilling my butt because I was on the verge of exploding. “Your son sure has some sweet cream,” Dr. Bumfoin sighed. “Who else do you examine regularly?” Dad asked. “Pastor Winfrew likes to come in with his grandson,” Dr. Bumfoin said. “And then policeman Bob, he’s a regular. He doesn’t have a son, but his nephew sure has a hungry butt. Leonard loves to fuck him.” Dr. Bumfoin licked my dick a few times before he stood up and said, “I think your boy’s cooled down now. I’ve got to take care of Leonard. He’s about to bust his nuts.” Dr. Bumfoin stood up and walked to the door. Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son • 35

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“Look at the puddle, boy,” he said to his son. “Get down there and clean it up … that’s it, son … stick out your tongue and let me watch you lick your spooge right off the floor.” Dad and I watched as Leonard lapped up his own precum from the floor. “That’s good, boy,” Dr. Bumfoin groaned. “Now lap on this,” he said as he waved his drooling cock in front of his son’s face. Leonard looked up and opened his mouth. Dr. Bumfoin squeezed his cock and let several large drops of precum drip off his glans and onto his son’s tongue. “You ready for your dad’s cock, boy?” he asked his son. “You ready for dinner?” “Yeah,” Leonard moaned. “Come in here and show these guys what a good cocksucker you are, boy. Show them how deep you can take it.” Leonard crawled into Dr. Bumfoin’s office and sat on the floor with his legs spread wide. “Your son sure has a nice dick,” Dad said. “He’s quite the shooter,” Dr. Bumfoin said. “His butt is good and tight, too. After you fill your boy’s butt, you’re more than welcome to plug Leonard’s hole, too.” With his dick still plugged in my hole, Dad pulled me off the table and lifted me high into the air. “Would you like to watch me fuck Leonard?” Dad asked me. “Would that be OK?” “Sure, Dad,” I groaned. Dr. Bumfoin kneeled in front of his son and rubbed his thick cock all over Leonard’s face. Looking at Dr. Bumfoin’s monster cock, I didn’t know how in the world Leonard was going to be able to swallow it all. “Fuck, you’ve got a big dick,” Dad groaned. “I bet your boy can’t take half of it.” “Watch,” Dr. Bumfoin said with a wink. “You hungry tonight, Leonard?” he asked his son. “Starving,” Leonard said with a whimper. “Good,” Dr. Bumfoin said and he rubbed his leaking cockhead back and forth over his son’s lips. Leonard stuck out his tongue and licked the juicy drops his dad gave him. Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son • 37

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“Now open up, boy,” Dr. Bumfoin told his son. “Open your mouth and let your ol’ man feed you.” Leonard eagerly opened his mouth and Dr. Bumfoin slipped his wide cockhead onto his son’s tongue. Dad and I watched in disbelief as Leonard began swallowing his dad’s dick. He took his time slurping and savoring his dad’s juices as he swallowed that monster meat. Inch by inch Dr. Bumfoin’s thick cock crept into his son’s mouth and down his throat. Leonard never even gagged. He managed to keep breathing through his nose as his dad’s cock slithered down his throat.

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Dad was so excited just watching Leonard swallow that hunk of meat that he stopped fucking me until Leonard worked the last of his dad’s sausage into his mouth. “Fuck,” Dad groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Dr. Bumfoin smiled at us and said, “My boy’s talented.” “No shit,” Dad moaned as he began to fuck me again. He held me tight in his arms as he pummelled my butt with his steel-hard piston. We watched in awe as Dr. Bumfoin slowly slid his cock out of his son’s mouth and then let it glide all the way back inside. It was clear Leonard loved the way his dad fed him cock. Leonard’s hardon was bubbling precum the entire time and before long he began to spurt cum without even touching himself. Dad couldn’t take it anymore. When he saw Dr. Bumfoin’s son shooting cum, he squeezed me tight and thrust his cock in up to the hilt. “Fuck!” he yelled and he let his balls explode. Dad’s torrent of jizz completely filled my butt. Dad’s whole body shook with spasms as he unloaded his balls. I moaned uncontrollably and began spraying cum all over the office floor. I didn’t care if Dr. Bumfoin made me lick it up or not. Dr. Bumfoin smiled and slowly pulled his cock out of his son’s mouth. When we saw the doctor’s thick cream oozing out the sides of his son’s mouth, we knew why Leonard had shot off. “How’s your butt?” Dr. Bumfoin asked me. “Sore, but I feel great,” I sighed. Dad let go of me and let me down. “I better make sure it’s not over-heated,” Dr. Bumfoin said as he grabbed a thermometer and shoved it inside. Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son • 39

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Dad laughed and hugged Leonard. “You’re a great boy,” he said. “And so is your son,” Dr. Bumfoin added. 40 • Dr. Bumfoin Feeds His Son

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Camp Woodpecker by Robin Banks

Chapter 6 Continued from the November 2002 issue. It was my last night here at Camp Woodpecker. Mr. Reynolds, my best friend’s dad, had brought me here on Friday afternoon and the weekend had flown by. He’d told me it was a father/son camp. What he hadn’t told me was that it was a nudist camp! It was a shock at first – naked men everywhere and people having sex. I was a little shy in the beginning, not daring to disrobe, but I quickly got into the swing of things. Suddenly it was Saturday night and I hated the thought of going home tomorrow. Fortunately, I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Mr. Reynolds and I had just left the party at the Wolf Trap cabin. What a party it had been! Simon, a fellow camper, taught me how to suck Mr. Reynolds’ cock. I could still hear Simon’s words of encouragement in my ears and taste Mr. Reynolds’ load in my mouth. Now we walked down the path back toward our cabin, the Bears’ Den, in silence. Mr. Reynolds draped an arm across my shoulders and pulled me close to him. It made me think of my dad and I felt warm all over. As we walked past the deserted, glassy pool, Mr. Reynolds asked, “How about a midnight swim, sport?” He didn’t wait for a reply – he just bounded down the path toward the pool and did a goofy, noisy dive into the water. When he surfaced, he was sputtering and laughing and urging me in after him. I wasn’t much of swimmer, but I wasn’t going to the miss the chance to skinny dip with Mr. Reynolds. I walked around to the shallow end of the pool and gingerly descended the steps into the cool water. I made it to the third step, then stopped. The water felt cool compared to the warm night air. My arms crossed my chest and I hugged my shoulders against the cold. I started thinking this wasn’t such a great idea after all, when suddenly Mr. Reynolds picked me up and swept me into the water with him. He hugged me tightly against his furry chest and waded in until my shoulders skimmed the surface. I hugged my arms tight around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. The warmth of his body and the coolness of the water turned me on. My dick stirred into an erection, pressing against Mr. Reynolds’ furry belly. He waded toward the opposite edge of the pool, where an air mattress lay, and dragged it into the water with a splash. Camp Woodpecker • 41

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He picked up a bottle of suntan lotion someone had left behind and waded back into the middle of the pool. With each step, I could feel the silky firmness of his erection teasing my ass. “May I touch you?” Mr. Reynolds breathed. Instead of replying, I just kissed him softly and hugged him tighter. “Loosen your legs, Daniel,” he quietly suggested. I let them drop from around his waist and he picked me up in his arms and set me on the bobbing air mattress. I felt suddenly exposed as I lay floating on the pool’s surface, my hard cock curving against my smooth stomach. I also felt like I was going to capsize any second. Mr. Reynolds bent to kiss me. I reached up to pull him down to me and nearly tipped over. Fortunately, he caught me and righted the raft. “Easy, Daniel. This thing is tipsy. Don’t move.” Mr. Reynolds bent to kiss me again. His tongue teased my mouth, then my chin, my sensitive neck, and my nipples, which were already hard from the cool water. I thrust my chest upward to meet his warm mouth and felt the raft shift under me again. I eased back on the mattress, holding tight to the sides, and fought to keep still. I watched as Mr. Reynolds opened the bottle of lotion and poured some into his hand. Sucking my nipples again, he cradled my balls in his coated palm. The lotion felt cool, but I could only concentrate on the gentle stroking of his hand. Carefully, I spread my legs wider. I could feel the moistness drip from my balls and run down the crack of my ass. Mr. Reynolds’ slippery finger followed. As he kissed his way down my belly, his lotioned hand moved slowly from my balls toward my ass and back again. I wanted to raise my tingling ass and invite his hand closer, but I was afraid to move for fear of capsizing. I held tight and breathed heavily. I could feel his erection brush my hand under water and I grasped it for as long as I dared. Mr. Reynolds enveloped my cock in his warm mouth, taking first just the head, then moving slowly down the shaft and back up again. Each moistened inch felt cool as it was exposed to the night air, then warm again as he swallowed it down. As his mouth moved, so did his hand, caressing my balls then creeping south and massaging the globes of my ass. He applied more lotion and I felt a slick finger traverse my crack and brush my sensitive rosebud. His tongue flicked the underside of my aching cock while his finger teased my hole, circling around it, yet rarely touching it. I wanted to thrust deeper into his 42 • Camp Woodpecker

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mouth but didn’t dare. The muscles in my abdomen began to ache from trying to still myself. His fingertip grazed my asshole and I could feel it opening, aching to pull Mr. Reynolds inside. His mouth continued long strokes up and down the length of my cock as his finger moved back and forth over my hole, never entering exactly, but applying enough pressure so I wished it would. He aligned his finger with my hole and slowly twisted his wrist. The corkscrew motion eased his finger slowly into me. It didn’t hurt, it just felt warm and full. His finger moved in slow, shallow strokes, entering me just a little, withdrawing, and pushing into me once more. As his finger moved slowly deeper, a warmth spread through me. My heart raced, my arms tingled, and it felt like my cock was going to explode. My brain buzzed. I could think about his mouth on my cock or his finger inside me, but not both at the same time. Separately, they were all consuming. Together they indescribable. I’d concentrate on his finger twisting into my tight ass, then his tongue would swirl around the head of my engorged cock and I’d forget everything else. His finger slipped out of me and I felt empty and gaping, like a part of me was suddenly gone. Then he slid two fingers inside. He moved them into me, twisting gently in and out in a steady rhythm. He moved his fingers apart and together, gingerly stretching my opening. I could feel the evening air touch places it had never been before. His head continued bobbing on my cock, and a warm sensation, starting in the small of my back, spread throughout my body. “I … I’m going to cum,” I moaned. “Not yet, you don’t,” snapped Mr. Reynolds. He grasped my cock hard at the base and squeezed it tight. It felt like it did my first day here, when my cock had been hard for so long that it throbbed inside. A small stream of cum trickled out of me, dripping down my cock and onto Mr. Reynolds’ fist. Still gripping tightly, his tongue claimed it. I moaned, enjoying the sensation, yet aching for more. He slipped his fingers out of me and let go of my still-dripping cock. I couldn’t really tell if I came or not. Semen seeped out of me, yet my cock continued to throb and I was left wanting more. I moaned in frustration. Mr. Reynolds guided the raft back toward the steps and sat down on the top one, resting his feet on the step below. His swollen cock pointed toward his chin, looking thick and hungry. I slid off the raft and waded over to him. Camp Woodpecker • 43

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“I need to fuck you, Daniel,” he moaned. It was finally going to happen. I’d been thinking about this since we arrived here, and it was finally going to happen. My hole spasmed in anticipation. “Show me how,” I whispered. “This is your first time?” he asked, sounding a little awestruck. “Yeah, my first time. And I’m glad it’s going to be with you,” I replied. Mr. Reynolds pulled me to him and kissed me hard, then spun me around and sprinkled the back of my neck with soft kisses. I heard the bottle of lotion wheeze its contents into his hand and felt him rub it into my wanting hole. “We’re going to go really slow, Daniel,” he said, sliding a finger back into my ass. Easing it back out again, he had me straddle his legs with my back still to him. “Now I want you sit slowly onto me and we’ll guide my cock inside you. It may hurt a little at first, but trust me, it’ll pass.” He paused briefly, then asked, “Ready?” He grasped my hips and pulled me back toward him. I felt his slick cock slide against my crack and I tensed up. “Breathe, Daniel. Big, deep breaths,” he whispered. “That’s it. Now just relax into it.” I felt his hardness slide between my cheeks. I stood up a little taller until I felt the head of his cock graze my hole. “That’s it. That’s it. Now ease down slowly.” I pushed down onto him. His cock felt huge, but I kept pressing downward. I felt a sharp pain and rose quickly, then bit my lip and pushed down again. I could feel my hole stretch. I was determined to take him. I wriggled my hips and continued to push, working past the pain, until I felt the head of his cock break through. “Now stay there, Daniel,” Mr. Reynolds said. “Don’t move. Just get used to the feeling. Breathe … Breathe ….” The air felt warm, but I started to shiver. Mr. Reynolds crossed his arms protectively over my chest and squeezed my nipples gently. My cock throbbed. “When you feel ready, I want you to ease down just a little. No need to rush, Daniel. We’ve got all night,” he instructed. I relaxed my legs a little and I could feel myself sink down on his hard rod. The feeling got to be too much and I rose up, then dipped down again. I moved tentatively at first, afraid his powerful prick would hurt me. But as I became accustomed to having him inside me, the fear was replaced by wanting. Each time I eased his cock out of me, I felt empty and longed to bury his hardness back inside. I impaled myself further onto him. 44 • Camp Woodpecker

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I heard Mr. Reynolds panting and the stirring of the water around us. With our every move, cool water splashed my hot ass. Each stroke became progressively deeper until I could feel my balls touch his. “Oh, that’s it, Daniel. God, I love being inside you. Stay right there. Yeah, that’s it.” I pushed down on him as deeply as I could and held myself there, rocking my hips side to side, pressing my right butt cheek down and lifting my left, then switching and lifting my right. A subtle warmth spread through me, turning into a white hot flame. Fire ran up my chest and into my head, down my arms and legs, into my balls and up the length of my cock. I couldn’t hold still and bounced on his cock in earnest, fanning the flame. I lost sense of myself. I lost sense of everything except for his rigid prick and a spot deep inside me that hummed when he touched it. I squeezed my ass around him and my cock exploded. Streams of cum pulsed out of me, flying up into the air and then splashing down into the water. My legs felt suddenly weak and nearly gave out from under me. I collapsed completely onto Mr. Reynolds’ erection, grinding my ass around him. I felt his cock spasm and jerk, and he flooded my guts with his molten load. The warm liquid was like a salve inside my burning ass. It shot up deep into me and ran down slowly, coating my chute as it escaped. §

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I don’t remember walking back to the Bears’ Den, though I must have. I awoke the next morning in Mr. Reynolds’ bed with him curled against my back, breathing soft sighs into my ear. His morning erection pressed against my tingling ass. I was still reeling from last night and felt like I was vibrating from the inside out. I pressed back against him and dozed off again. The sound of the breakfast gong awoke us. We washed up quickly and joined the parade of sleepy campers toward the cafeteria. Saying our good-byes afterward was hard. Putting on clothes again was harder still. I’d become accustomed to being naked, and my clothes scratched and chafed. When Mr. Reynolds put on his shorts, I knew the weekend was winding to a close. We loaded the car quickly, bid farewell to our cabin mates and joined the throng of cars leaving the camp. The drive home was quiet. Neither of us felt much like talking. I felt sad and was dreading going home. I think I’d kind of fallen for Mr. Reynolds and I hated the thought of not being able to be with Camp Woodpecker • 45

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him. Sure, he’d still be next door, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same. I looked over at him and he gave me a weak smile. I think he felt it, too. Just before the entrance to the highway, Mr. Reynolds pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned it off. He looked at me and started to say something, then stopped himself, gathered me into his arms and kissed me. I won’t forget that kiss for a long time. He kissed me hard. He kissed me like he meant it. He kissed me like I’d always dreamed of being kissed. Then he bent his head to my ear, whispered “Thank you, Daniel,” and got back on the road. The bulges in our shorts throbbed and I spent the remainder of the drive with my hand resting in Mr. Reynolds’ lap. There was no tearful goodbye at my doorstep. Mr. Reynolds helped me carry my gear to the front porch and then got back in his car, waved, and drove home. Mom fawned over me, marveling at my tan, and asking a hundred questions. Dad interrupted her, said “Welcome home, sport,” and hugged me. I thought of Mr. Reynolds and my cock stirred into an erection. I think Dad felt it because he gave me a strange smile when we broke the embrace. I felt my face turn crimson. I kept to myself for a couple days. I had a lot to think about. Mostly, I lay in bed, jerked off and thought about my weekend at Camp Woodpecker. I finally saw Mr. Reynolds again on Tuesday. I was mowing the lawn when he arrived home from work. He saw me when he got out of his car and his face broke into a big grin. When he walked over, I shut off the mower. He laid a hand on my shoulder and I could feel a familiar warmth spread through my chest and down to my balls. He talked for a while, but I don’t think I heard a word. I just reveled in being with him again. “Daniel? Did you hear me?” he asked. “Huh? Um … no, I guess not,” I said, shaking my head to clear it. “I asked what you told your dad about camp,” he repeated with a smile. “Nothing much, really. Why?” I asked, suddenly concerned. “Well, he called me and asked all about it. It was an interesting conversation. I think he wants to go. Maybe you guys should talk. They’re hosting another weekend in August. I still want to take Eric. Perhaps we could all go together? Think about it.” Me, Mr. Reynolds, my best friend, and my dad all naked and nasty at Camp Woodpecker? Think about it? I doubted I’d think about anything else. 46 • Camp Woodpecker

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The Cellar by The Falcon See Father Frank in the October 2002 issue. I could hardly wait till the bell rang to end the school day. When it rang, I was off like a shot to the church. I sat in the first pew just like Father Frank had told me to do. It wasn’t long before he appeared, tapped me on the shoulder, and told me to follow him. He took me down to the cellar he had told me about. As we went down the dark stairs, my heart was beating a mile a minute. My pants were tented in front from my hardon. I wondered what was going to happen, and I soon found out. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see some light coming from the back of the cellar. I heard sounds of heavy breathing and grunting ahead of me. Father Frank and I then came to a door that was ajar. That was where the light had been coming from. As we entered the room, I saw Father William on the floor doing pushups on a gym mat. The whole room looked like a gym – barbells and weights all over the place. This was the place where Father Frank and Father William came to exercise. The way both men were built told me that they used the gym a lot. Father William, although very short, was built very well. He looked a little younger than Father Frank. His arms and legs were huge. He was wearing a pair of skimpy gym shorts, and by the big bulge in the front of them, I gathered he was hung very well. The hair on his bare chest matched the golden hair on his head. He was hairy all over. I remembered that Father Frank told me that he was much bigger than Father William was. As I entered the room, Father William stopped and smiled at me. “Hi, Joey,” he said. “Come on over here and do some pushups with me.” I walked over to where he was, got down on the floor, and started to do pushups. “Oh, no,” Father William said. “You need to get out of those clothes to do pushups. Come on, Father, help Joey with his clothes.” Father Frank came over to me and helped me undress. Of course, he took his time and fondled my body as he stripped me. He rubbed my neck on down my shoulders to my chest. He took my nipples between his fingers and twisted them, making them stand out. I was looking at Father William and saw the lust in his eyes as Father Frank fondled me. My small cock was standing straight out as he pulled even my shorts off. 48 • The Cellar

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When Father Frank had me naked, Father William said, “My, Joey, I think we’ll have to take care of that thing before you do some pushups. You might hurt it in some way.” Father William pulled me to him and down onto the mat. He told me to relax and enjoy myself. He began playing with my nipples as Father Frank had done. He twisted them so hard it hurt and I gasped. He then bent down and licked them, taking them between his lips and sucking on them. He had me so hot I was shaking all over. “Relax … relax,” Father William said. He went back to licking my nipples. He continued down my chest to my belly and my navel, where he inserted his tongue and licked me. He then moved to my balls and sucked both of them into his mouth. He sucked and licked and tugged on them, driving me crazy until I was squirming around. I looked up at Father Frank’s naked body standing above me. His big balls were hanging over my head. He knelt down and offered me his balls to suck on as Father William continued working mine over. I welcomed the chance to taste those big things. I tried to suck them both into my mouth, but they were too big. I had to take them one at a time in order to taste them. Father Frank moaned as I feasted on his balls. In the meantime, Father William was having his own feast. He had taken my small cigar shaped cock in his mouth and was licking and sucking on it. Then he took both my balls and my cock in his mouth at the same time. That took me over the edge. I released Father Frank’s balls and screamed that I was going to cum. Father William took me deep into his mouth as I shot my hot nectar down his throat. He hummed as he swallowed my load, and the vibrations surged up my cock and all through my body. After he cleaned me up with his tongue, he stood up. He looked straight at me as he lowered his shorts. His big, hard, thick cock popped out in front of him. I gasped as I saw that huge thing. “No … no, I can’t take that. It’s too big. I can’t take it,” I said. “Yes, you can,” Father William said calmly. “It will take a while, but after it’s in and you get used to it, you’ll enjoy every minute of it. Relax – Father Frank will help loosen you up.” Father Frank knelt down between my legs with a bottle of something in his hand. Father William lifted my legs as Father Frank poured some of the liquid on my asshole. He then pushed a finger inside of me. His finger slid in so easily and it felt wonderful. Then he put two The Cellar • 49

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fingers in, and before long, three. With three of his fingers in me, I felt the most wonderful pleasure I had ever felt. I closed my eyes and had a big smile on my face. Then after a few minutes, Father Frank withdrew his fingers. The void left me empty, but I soon felt the head of Father Frank’s cock at the quivering entrance to my boy pussy. I grunted as he entered, but soon it felt good. He held still for a few minutes before he began his assault on me. With my legs spread out on his shoulders, he plunged in and out of me, giving me the pleasure I had been dreaming about since the day before. Above me, Father William stood with his legs spread out and his big cock and balls hanging over my face. He lowered himself so that his massive cock touched my wet lips. I opened my mouth as he guided the big head of his cock inside. Surprisingly, I took it with ease. Only the head, mind you, but at least that was a start. After Father Frank had fucked me for some time, I felt I would be able to take Father William when the time came. I licked his cockhead and thought about taking it up my butt as he guided it in and out of my mouth. The sound of pleasure could be heard throughout the room. Father Frank was pounding my boycunt as Father William was feeding me his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I heard Father Frank warn us that he was about to give me his love juices. “Yes,” Father William grunted. “Fill his sweet little cunt. Fill him up. I want to taste it.” Father Frank groaned, driving his cock deep inside me, filling me up with his hot cum. I could feel the cream as he shot jet after jet up my boy pussy. When he finished, he withdrew from my dripping hole and Father William was right there taking Father Frank’s cock in his mouth, cleaning off the cum that coated his cock. When he had Father Frank’s cock clean, he bent down and inserted his tongue in my boy pussy and sucked up the cum that Father Frank had left dripping from my asshole. But he made sure that there was still enough in there to lubricate my chute before he slid over and took Father Frank’s place. He lifted my legs up on his shoulders and asked Father Frank to spread them out so that his cock had better access to my pussy. Father Frank straddled my face, and his soft cock was at my lips as he held my legs high, giving Father William better access to me. I opened my mouth and let Father Frank’s cock drop inside as Father 50 • The Cellar

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William entered me. A muffled moan escaped my lips. The pain was unbearable. I wanted him to take it out. Father William ignored my groans, but stopped and waited a few minutes before he continued up my chute. Slowly, and little by little, his big cock disappeared inside my boy pussy. I felt the tip of his cock hit something deep inside me. I jerked as something like an electric shock hit me, causing my cock to throb. I then felt his balls smacking my ass. I was breathing deeply as I tried to open up and accept his big cock. After he was all the way in me, he stopped again to let me get used to it being there. Then he started to move in and out of me. The pleasure set in again as he fucked me and I felt the head of his cock hitting that place inside of me. It made my cock throb each time. I lost all feelings of embarrassment and shouted at him. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Please, fuck me! Harder, harder!” Father Frank bent over, took my cock into his mouth and sucked both my cock and balls in at the same time. In minutes I filled his mouth with a second load of cum. My cock stayed rigid and he continued to feast on me as Father William fucked my boy pussy. Sounds of pleasure came from all three of us. I felt Father William’s cock swell and I knew he was close to cumming up inside me. I grabbed Father Frank’s head and begged him to suck harder. Then Father William grunted as he filled my asshole with his love juices. At the same time, I filled Father Frank’s mouth with my third load of cum. Then Father Frank stood back up and jacked off, shooting his thick spunk all over my face. Father William was quick to cover Father Frank’s cock with his lips and suck the last of his cum out of his balls. Then he bent over and licked the cum off my face. I was Father Frank’s and Father William’s favorite sex toy for a long time. I spent many days and nights in the cellar with them, either together or one at a time. And when the next semester came around, we were joined by another boy that was a year younger than I am. But that’s another story ….

Santa’s Cumming by Mark My old man had a big, furry gut and a beard that was just as white as snow, so naturally, every year around this time, I took to calling him Santa. It used to really piss him off, but I think after a while, he Santa’s Cumming • 51

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not only got used to it, but he actually kind of enjoyed it. Especially when I’d sit on his lap and tell him what I wanted. What I usually wanted was his big, fat uncut cock – up my ass, down my throat – it didn’t matter as long as I was getting it somewhere. Pop’s cock was like no other I had ever seen before. It was so thick that you didn’t really notice how long it was at first. It actually looked kind of short and stubby, but believe me, it wasn’t. Pop could stretch a hole up, down and sideways with that thing. When he first started fucking me, it was almost more than I could handle up my ass. But over time, the old man got me opened up real good, and now my hole is ready for him anytime. However, it still makes my jaw ache whenever he wants to blow off a load in my mouth. Pop had a friend at work named Wayne who had recently been added to my Christmas wish list. I had just met Wayne in September, and although he was younger than Pop, and apparently nowhere near as hairy, there was just something about him that got my motor purring. Maybe it was his big, round ass. He had the kind of asscheeks that made me want to bury my face between them and just eat till my tongue gave out. One night, the old man pulled me down on his lap and started to slide his hand up under my Jockeys. “Santa wants to know if you’ve been a good boy,” he growled into my ear. “Yes,” I answered. “I’ve been good – but not too good.” “Well you know what Santa does to naughty boys, don’t you?” he asked as he ran his other hand over the globes of my ass.” “Yeah, but what about the part of me that’s been good? Don’t I deserve at least one little present?” “Well … what do you want?” he asked, biting on my ear. I looked him in the eye and said, “I want a three-way with you and Wayne.” He chuckled, but I could feel “the monster” starting to stir in the crotch of his pants. “I’ll just bet,” he said. “I think you just want Wayne to fuck you, but you don’t want your old man to get jealous!” “No, that’s not it at all.” I reached down and started squeezing his cock as he wormed a finger up inside the leg of my Jockeys and back to my tight, sweaty hole. I immediately opened up for him. “I really want to eat Wayne’s butt while you fuck me good. I want to bury my face in his ass while you plow me.” 52 • Santa’s Cumming

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Well, that really got Pop worked up. He peeled my briefs off of me and had me down on the floor in front of him in no time. Almost before I knew what was happening, he had gotten behind me and placed the drooling head of his thick cock against my hole. One savage thrust was all it took for him to bury it inside me. Oh, God! No one fucks like my dad! While he was screwing me to the floor, he made me tell him exactly what I wanted to do to Wayne, and when he finally came, it felt like a firehose was going off inside my ass. Simultaneously, I shot my wad on the floor beneath me. The sex had been so great, I had almost forgotten what had triggered it. The next couple of weeks went by quickly as we got ready for the busy holiday season. Dad always cooked a big Christmas dinner, the preparations for which started early on Christmas eve. He had been cooking all day when he came into the living room and announced that he had run out of butter, and I had been elected to go get some more. “I didn’t even know I was nominated,” I grumbled as I pulled my coat on. “If you want Christmas cookies for Christmas, I need more butter. And you’d better hurry. The stores close early tonight,” he ordered. I was off to get the butter, but I couldn’t help but think that he was up to something. When I got back, my suspicions were confirmed. Apparently while I was gone, he had decided the cookies could wait. He was standing in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but a Santa hat, a pair of black boots and a gold bow tied around his cock and balls, cockring fashion. He had never looked better. “Santa came a little early tonight,” he said. “He better not have cum yet,” I answered as I snuggled against his furry chest and wrapped my hand around his hardening cock. “That’s not your present,” Pop said. “That’s just a ‘stocking stuffer’ for later. Your present is over there.” He pointed to a big green sack that was tied shut with a bow. It was kind of lumpy and I could have sworn I saw it move. “Open it,” my old man said. I undid the bow and the bag fell down around Wayne! He was naked and smiling and holding one of the biggest dildos I had ever laid eyes on. “‘Santa’ told me about your Christmas wish. Oddly enough, I had been wishing something very similar,” he said. Santa’s Cumming • 53

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Pop took the dildo from him and said, “And this is to make sure that you both get your fill tonight.” Wayne bent over, and before slurping Pop’s big cock into his mouth he said, “Well, Mark, what are you waiting for?” His ass was what I had been waiting for, and now there it was splayed out in front of me. It was every bit as plump and delicious looking as I had imagined. I lost no time in thrusting my face between those two smooth, shiny mounds. 54 • Santa’s Cumming

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Wayne groaned around my old man’s fat cock as my tongue found his pucker. I pulled his asscheeks apart and dug deeper and deeper up his hole. He had the perfect ass for eating; there was just a light sprinkling of hair around his hole. I kissed and sucked and licked his butt hole like there would be no tomorrow. The only thing missing was having Pop’s cock up inside me. He must have sensed that I was starting to need something up my ass. “Mark,” he said in his deep rumbling voice. I looked up to see him greasing up the dildo with a twinkle in his eye. He tossed it down to me, where it landed on the floor with a heavy thud. “Sit on it, baby,” he told me. “Warm up your hole with that big rubber cock until Wayne gets done lubing me up.” I broke away from Wayne’s hole just long enough to position the big, black dildo behind me. I found my hole with the tip and then sank down on it. It was thick and long – almost a perfect match for Dad’s cock when it’s hard. The only thing missing was his big, furry nuts and his big, furry belly rubbing against the underside of my own hardon. I grunted into Wayne’s ass as I hit bottom. “Good boy!” Pop said as my asscheeks met the floor. “How do you like the way my boy eats ass, Wayne?” Wayne could only groan and nod. His mouth was still full of Dad’s cock. He bounced back and forth between us, first taking my old man’s cock all the way down his throat and then grinding his butt back against my face. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more: cock or tongue. By that point, Pop was fully hard, slicked up, drooling precum and ready to fuck his boy’s butt. He pulled his hardon out of Wayne’s mouth with a loud, slurping sound, then came around to my ass and removed the dildo, which made a loud, slurping sound of its own. He positioned me on my back, telling Wayne to squat over my face and keep feeding me his ass. Then he lifted my legs up, placing my ankles on his shoulders, and drove his big fuckpole home. The dildo had been about the same size and shape, but it wasn’t warm and alive like my dad’s big cock! As Pop drilled his fucker into my boycunt, I drilled my tongue further and further up Wayne’s hot hole. He was really going crazy on my face. Before long, he had shoved his nuts into my mouth. They had drawn up into a tight knot at the base of his dick. As I licked and sucked them, I could feel his precum drooling from his cumhole down Santa’s Cumming • 55

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onto my chest. Apparently, it got to be too much for him. The next thing I knew, he was up off my face, turning around, kneeling over me and shoving his dripping rod in my mouth. Pop motioned for me to toss him the dildo, and shortly after I did, I felt Wayne surge forward and heard him grunt. Pop had stuffed the big, rubber cock up his hole and was fucking both of us at the same time. Wayne rode the dildo while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He kept chanting, “Fuck … fuck … fuck,” in rhythm to his thrusts. I looked up and noticed he had started pinching his nipples, His head was thrown back and his mouth was hanging open. I felt his cock swell against the opening of my throat, and suddenly he was pumping his load straight down into my stomach. I could feel Pop shove the dildo deep one last time, as though he was trying to wring the last drop of cum out of Wayne. Pop had stopped thrusting into my hole while Wayne shot his load. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold him inside of me while we all held still for a few moments. I felt the dildo slide out of Wayne’s ass and land on my chest with a heavy thud. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of my mouth. Wayne spun around and took my dripping cock into his mouth. I nudged Dad’s ass with my heel, letting him know that I needed him to start thrusting again. This time, he ground into my tunnel with abandon. His fat cockhead ran back and forth across my prostate, teasing and urging the cum in my balls to start the journey up the shaft of my cock. I knew I couldn’t last long in that condition. “Oh, fuck, Pop! I need to cum. I gotta shoot!” I called out to him. “Go ahead, baby. Fill him up. Shoot down his throat. Fill his gut with your ball juice!” I exploded. I had never cum like that in my life. When I shut my eyes I could see different colors firing through my mind with every blast of my cum. It was incredible. To top it all off, Pop was filling my butt at the same time. I was just barely aware of his huffing and puffing as he flooded my hole, but I could sure feel every last spurt of his daddy spunk. The three of us collapsed in a heap under the Christmas tree, with Pop in the middle. He reached out to either side of him and began playing with mine and Wayne’s cocks. It didn’t take long for both us to get completely hard again. It looked like Dad wasn’t going to get 56 • Santa’s Cumming

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around to baking those cookies, but that was OK. We were having something much sweeter.

Tommy Opens Up by Jon Hold See Tommy Was a Slut in the November 2002 issue. Bill gloated inside as a madly passionate Tommy began frantically stripping off his tight uniform. It didn’t take long before he was as naked as the boy. Stroking Tommy’s body, the experienced sailor worked him into a frenzy of lust. Bill smiled as the kid hunched against him and begged to be handled, to be used, to be fucked. The burly sailor liplocked the eager youth and drove his tongue into his hot mouth while his fingers opened the boy’s spasming hole. Tommy’s lips were swollen with passion as he received Bill’s brutal kisses. His other “lips” were soon moist and puffy as a second and then a third thick finger probed and teased them. Tommy forced himself to open up for the fingerfucking he was receiving, bouncing his butt against Bill’s big hand, squatting down and straining to get even more fingers inside him. “That’s it!” panted Bill. “I gotta fuck you now, baby. You’re getting fucked!” Tommy whimpered as Bill pushed him down on his back and clambered into position. He hiked Tommy’s feet up over his powerful shoulders, folding the boy in half and leaving him hopelessly exposed and vulnerable. Tommy felt Bill push the blunt head of his big cock against his butt hole. He wanted it, but he was scared of the pain. “No! Please, Bill … I don’t think… AHHH!!!” The back seat of the old car rang with the song of a cherry about to be plucked. Bill slapped the boy’s ass hard. “Open that hole!” he demanded. “Open it NOW!” punctuated with another hard spank. Every time Tommy tried to resist, he got his ass spanked until Bill’s throbbing mancock had completely invaded him. By the time Bill managed to grind his thick pubic bush against Tommy’s exposed asshole, the boy’s ass was bright red and he was begging for Bill to fuck him. “You got it, boy!” And with that simple warning, Bill took Tommy for the ride of his life. He thrust Tommy into an unbelievably beautiful world where sensation ruled the universe. Tommy was soon clinging to Bill and begging for more cock, more fucking, more, harder, deeper, Tommy Opens Up • 57

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faster … “Fuck me, Bill!” the horny boy begged. “Fuck my ass. Screw my hole. Bust me open good and fuck me with that monster cock of yours!” Tommy’s anal ring clamped down so powerfully that Bill felt like his cock was being ripped off. Tommy clenched his teeth and emitted a high-pitched squeal as an orgasm shot from his asshole up his spine and exploded inside of his head. The rebound swept through Tommy’s convulsing body, causing him to arch up against Bill’s corded belly. One rub was all it took. His hairless balls pulled up against the base of his boycock and his essence sprayed out between man and boy in a burning torrent so powerful it hurt. It hurt so good that he did it again. And again. When the boy arched his body, Bill ignored how tight the spasming hole was and fucked it; fucked it for all he was worth. Slamming into the boy’s super tight asshole, Bill roared and matched Tommy spurt for spurt, fucking his burning hot cream as high into the boy’s guts as possible. Tommy wailed, and clutching at the powerful form on top of him, passed out with a huge grin on his face. §

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When Tommy became aware of his surroundings again, he was in a big bathroom. Bill and Seth were both there and were sponging him down with cool cloths. “Hey, buddy. You OK?” Tommy grinned a sort of weak grin, “Hi, Seth. Yeah, I’m OK. I’m fine.” Swiveling his head so he could look at Bill, Tommy asked, “Aren’t I, Bill?” “You bet, little buddy. You’re about as fine as they come.” “Man! Bill told me what you guys did, Tommy. Do you think that maybe I could fuck you some time?” Tommy looked over to Bill, who nodded. “Sure, Seth.” And then, as an afterthought, he added “Maybe you and Bill could share me some time.” Both of the older men could smell each other’s randiness and boned up something fierce. Almost drooling, Seth said, “Sure, kid. Maybe we could get together sometime.” Bill smiled softly at Tommy. “You want your Uncle Seth to fuck you in the ass like your daddy does?” 58 • Tommy Opens Up

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Tommy was neither slow nor stupid. If this big sailor stud wanted to play daddy-boy games with him, he was more than willing. Tommy got up and moved over close to his new daddy. “Daddy, what if Uncle Seth wants to spank me for being naughty?” Smiling in paternal approval, Bill patted Tommy’s firm, round bottom, “Well, son. Being an uncle is almost like being someone’s daddy. Seth’s my brother and I would expect you to obey him exactly as you would me. Do you understand?” Tommy looked down at the floor. “Yes, sir. I didn’t mean to be a bad boy, sir.” “I know you didn’t, Tommy. And it’s OK for you to be sure before you do something. But right now, I want you to go over and apologize to your Uncle Seth and suck his cock real good so that he’ll know that you love him.” Tommy walked over to his new uncle, his face red with embarrassment. “Uncle Seth, I’m sorry I was bad. Can I kiss you?” The burly sailor smiled to himself, knowing a good thing when he saw it. Lifting the kid’s chin and looking right into his repentant eyes, he said, “That’s OK, baby. Your dad and uncle know that you didn’t mean to be a bad boy. Why don’t you kiss me now, and if we need to, we’ll worry about punishment later, OK?” “Yes, sir,” Tommy said, a gleam coming to his eyes. He sank to his knees and buried his face into the opening of Uncle Seth’s white military boxer shorts. He sniffed around until he was sure he had found his new uncle’s thick penis. Seth held Tommy’s face out of the way as he pushed his drawers down and off, but the kid latched on solid and was sucking like a steam pump before Uncle Seth could get seated on the white throne and spread his knees. Tommy happily crawled forward on his knees, and resting his arms on Seth’s broad, strong thighs, got busy giving his new uncle the blow job of his life. Seth leaned back against the toilet tank and watched the kid gobble his crank in amazement. Tommy was slobbering and slurping and generally making a pig of himself. Daddy Bill rubbed Tommy’s tight little butt and patted it in approval. Leaning over the deeply involved kid’s arched and straining back, he ran his tongue around the boy’s ear, eliciting a deep moan and a clenching asshole around the fingers he was slipping into the hot, snapping boycunt. Tommy Opens Up • 59

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“You’re being such a good boy, Tommy. You’re making Daddy so proud. Why don’t you sit on Uncle Seth’s lap and tell him how much you appreciate him inviting you to his party so you can suck all those hot sailor cocks waiting for you out there?” Tommy groaned and sucked as deeply as he could before slurping himself up off his uncle’s throbber. His daddy helped him clamber up over Uncle Seth’s widespread legs, stretching his own legs out wide and opening his butt-crack so that the warm air had a chance to cool off the heat where his new daddy’s fingers were taking advantage of his extremely vulnerable exposure. “Come on, baby,” his loving daddy whispered into his ear as his tongue rimmed, his teeth nibbled, and his hot breath plied his ear with heated, loving attention, “Climb up onto Uncle Seth’s lap now, baby. Let Daddy help you. Oh, yes! You are such a good boy.” Daddy’s words buzzed around in Tommy’s head as he helped his raggedly breathing, trembling body scooch forward across Uncle Seth’s hairy thighs. The hair scratching across Tommy’s smooth, hairless legs reminded him of the difference between a man and a boy. Four hands helped raise him up onto Uncle Seth’s lap. His arms went around his uncle’s thick neck as Daddy helped adjust the peg that would keep Tommy from sliding off. Tommy kept his legs stretched out to the side and buried his face in the thick hair covering Uncle Seth’s muscular chest as Daddy helped him sit all the way down onto Uncle Seth’s lap. Tommy groaned in pleasure when he felt his uncle’s hairy lap against his smooth, sensitive butt cheeks. Tommy wrapped his legs around Uncle Seth’s waist and adjusted himself so he could sit comfortably. He felt Uncle Seth moaning deep down in his chest and moaned right back. “Thank you, Uncle Seth. Thank you for letting me suck your dick so many times. But thank you most of all for inviting me to this party. Am I really going to be able to suck off all your friends?” Seth bent his head down and kissed Tommy’s forehead. “Of course you are. Most of our division’s out there waiting for you. I’m going to take you out there naked in front of all those men and tell them what a wonderful cocksucker you are. Then I’m going to tell them that you are going to be walking around the party all night long and that if any of them want you to suck their cocks all they have to do is pull it out and you’ll come over and give them the best head they’ll ever have. How’s that sound?” 60 • Tommy Opens Up

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Tommy hugged his new uncle even tighter and wiggled around on his lap. “That sounds wonderful, Uncle Seth.” “Now, how about riding your uncle’s pony a little? I’d like to see you get him all lathered up.” Tommy just grinned. He started bouncing on Uncle Seth’s dick, but sitting on the toilet like that really wasn’t the best position. Tommy asked Uncle Seth to move over to the edge of the tub. Daddy helped them, keeping one hand on Seth’s cock and Tommy’s asshole to make sure they didn’t come apart. With his arms around Uncle Seth’s neck and his feet on the sides of his strongly muscled butt, Tommy was able to work on his uncle’s slick cock pretty much any way he wanted to. “I’m on top, so you’ve got to do what I say!” Tommy said, Looking directly into his big uncle’s eyes. Now, giddy-up!” With that, Tommy started the ride of his life. Up and down, twisting, hunching, bouncing and shivering on Uncle Seth’s pony, Tommy amazed himself with the pleasures a big man’s cock could bring to a boy. He felt himself gurgling inside as he rode the pony hard and felt the rigid slickness as he slowly posted at a trot. Pushing his butt back he slowly worked his way down the pole, letting the pressure of the swollen head and the thickness of the marvelous shaft permeate his whole being with pleasure. Reaching the bottom, Tommy ground his tender ass into the thick, springy bush. Shifting his hips forward, Tommy drove his smaller, sensitive cock into the thicket of hair. Rubbing his nearly smooth groin against the hairy belly, Tommy clenched his ass as tight as he could, forcing all the blood into the head of Uncle Seth’s cock until it swelled and felt like it was going to explode inside him. Uncle Seth was moaning in agony. As quickly as Uncle Seth caught onto one trick, Tommy came up with another, until discarding his attempt at being stoic, Seth stood, spun Tommy around on his cock until they were bellybutton to asshole and rode him down onto the bathroom rug. There he proceeded to throw the boy a fuck that he’d never forget. As soon as Seth exploded his entire reservoir of man juice into Tommy’s totally pliant ass and fell to the floor, Daddy Bill, driven beyond his limits, grabbed the boy by the waist and lifted his butt into the air. Ass held high and frog-legged, Tommy’s gaping hole was suddenly filled as his new daddy slam-fucked up inside him. The last thing Tommy was actually aware of was his daddy’s heat splotting into his guts for the second time that night. Tommy Opens Up • 61

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Tommy came out of his stupor as both men were holding him over the toilet so all the juices could leak out of his battered ass. He held up his face and both men kissed him and told him how good he was. All three of them climbed into the shower and quickly cleaned up with a minimum of playing around, although Tommy was very thorough in making sure that both men’s cocks were perfectly clean, and tasted clean as well. The men returned the favor by making just as sure that Tommy’s ass was just as clean – inside and out. They dried off and Tommy stood there naked, watching while the two older men got back into their uniforms. “Well,” Daddy Bill said, “You ready to go out and meet the other guys now?” Tommy just smiled and put his hands in theirs. A naked boy standing between his Daddy and his Uncle, ready to go where they led him and do whatever they asked .... To be continued ….

Bobby and the Grave Digger by Gene Richards My Gramps and Granny lived on a small farm on the outskirts of town, and adjacent to their farm was the town cemetery. Being a small town and a small cemetery, all the graves were dug by hand. One man, Abe, an older black man with wiry, gray hair on his head and a short, grizzly beard, did all the digging. The many years of manual labor had made him big and muscular. The only clothing he wore while digging graves was a pair of denim bib overalls and a pair of heavy work shoes. I visited him every chance I got when I was spending time on the farm with my grandparents. I’d run over to the cemetery, sit or squat at the hole where Abe was working, and listen to his many stories. And admire his muscular body. Most times, he’d stop working and come over to the grave’s edge where I was. Lots of times he’d slide one of his big, calloused hands up my naked inner thigh, into the leg hole of my shorts and diddle with my pecker. I never protested, because I liked the way his hand felt on my private parts. Most times, when Abe was diddling with my pecker and balls, he’d have his other hand in the side opening of his bib overalls, and I assumed he was diddling his own pecker. This became a ritual between us. Every summer, I’d make my trips over 62 • Bobby and the Grave Digger

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to the cemetery to see Abe, and of course, each summer I was bigger, more filled out, and more mature. One time, when Abe was playing with my hard cock, a big, toothy grin suddenly crossed his face, and he said “My, oh my! How Bobby has grown!” With that, he withdrew his hand from my shorts. It glistened with a trail of my clear precum. He examined his moist, sticky fingers, then raised them to his lips and licked my juice from them. “Um-umm” he murmured. “Sweet nectar from Bobby’s cock. You’re growing up fast, boy!” I don’t know why, but I suddenly blurted out, “Let me see your cock, Abe.” His grin got even bigger, and he unbuttoned his fly, groped inside, and hauled out his gigantic, throbbing, black cock for me to see. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw how huge Abe’s cock was. He dug further into this fly and lifted out his balls to hang below his hardening black cock. They were huge, too, and hung heavy and hairy over the fly of his overalls. His big, purple cockhead was half covered with foreskin, something I had never seen before. As he slid it back, his cockhead came into full view, and strings of precum glistened and oozed from his cumhole. All I could do was stare at it with my mouth gaping open. “Whatcha think of mine?” he asked me. “It’s huge, Abe! I’ve never seen such a huge cock in my life! And your nuts … Wow!” I responded. “Now don’t you go telling anyone I showed it to you, boy,” he told me. “I could lose my job if you did.” “Never!” I assured him as he forced his swollen cock and low-hanging balls back into the fly of his overalls. As I got older, I would still run over to the cemetery whenever I saw Abe working. I loved that big old hand of his sliding up my thigh, slipping into the leg hole of my loose shorts and handling my hard cock and bouncing balls. A few times, I’d even filled his big, calloused hand with a load of boycum, which he’d lick from his fingers and palm. Whenever this happened, he’d smack his lips, and say, “Umm-umm! There just ain’t nothing sweeter than warm, sticky boycum from a lad’s hard cock!” That was the summer he told me, if my grandparents agreed, I could help him dig some of the graves, and he’d pay me for helping Bobby and the Grave Digger • 63

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him. I was very excited to be earning some money, but more so to be working with Abe all day. It was a warm day the first time I worked with Abe, and before long, I had discarded my sweaty, dirty t-shirt and was wearing only my cutoffs. Several times Abe made some lewd remark about my cute, round butt. He’d goose me with the handle of his shovel whenever I bent over, or he’d grab my ass with his big hand, and say “Oh, yeah! You got one sweet ass on you, Bobby boy.” One day, when he grabbed my ass, I turned and grabbed the crotch of his overalls, where his big black cock and balls rested. He laughed, and said, “Better be careful there, boy, or you might get more than you can handle.” I could feel his cock harden and jerk in my hand. I got up the nerve to actually unbutton his fly, reach in, and haul out his big, man-sized equipment. We had almost finished digging the grave, so we were hidden down in the big, gaping hole. With one hand, I cupped his huge, hairy, cum-filled balls, and with the other, I slid his foreskin back, exposing his big, purple mushroom shaped cockhead. As I fondled his cock and balls, he just stood there chuckling at my fumbling efforts. I squatted down to examine the head of his cock, which was beginning to drool. Since he had licked my cum and precum from his hand, I figured it was an OK thing to do. I stuck my tongue out, lapped at the clear strings of his precum and was surprised at how sweet it tasted. His cock was now rock hard, and I could barely get my fist around it. I kept licking up the precum that oozed and drooled from his cumhole. I found that by squeezing his hard cock, I could get almost a steady stream of his sweet juices. I capped his crown with my lips, and began sucking. He groaned and his shaft pulsed in my fist. Then he pulled away from my mouth and said “You keep that up, boy, and you’re gonna get a mouthful of Abe’s mancream.” He pulled me upright, and as he unbuttoned my cutoffs, he told me “I gotta see that hot ass of yours!” My cutoffs fell to my ankles as Abe turned my back to him, and groaned out, “Oh, yes! Bobby boy, you got yourself one fuckable ass on you! You gonna let old Abe fuck ya?” he asked. I wanted to please him in exchange for all the pleasure he had given me over the years, but I didn’t know if I could take that club-like cock up my ass. I was excited, but also a little frightened at the thought! 64 • Bobby and the Grave Digger

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He moved up behind me and rubbed his cock up and down the valley between my asscheeks as his other hand slipped around my waist and spread out over my flat belly. I began to whimper as he used his cock to smear my tight pucker with his sticky, slippery precum. I heard him hawk up a wad of spit and felt its warm wetness slide down between my asscheeks and onto the big head of his cock. Now wet and slippery, he pressed his cock up against my virginal boyhole. He opened me slowly and painlessly until I had his cockhead inside my ass. I thought, This isn’t bad at all! Then, with one hand spread tight on my belly and the other guiding his cock, he gave a forward thrust. My mouth opened and I screamed out. Abe had just busted my cherry, and his mammoth black cock was sliding up into my guts! “Hang on, baby,” Abe whispered in my ear, as I felt his unbelievable thickness stretch and fill my asshole. “Just hold still and take some deep breaths.” He clung to me without moving. Slowly, very slowly, the pain subsided and the stars that had been circling my head disappeared. “I just knew my Bobby boy was going to have one of the sweetest, tightest asses old Abe ever shoved into!” Abe chuckled. “Oh, God!” I was whimpering “Take it out! Please take it out!” “No, no, baby boy. Abe’s gonna fuck a big, hot load up your pretty white ass!” he told me as he began to hump and thrust his cock into my sore hole. I braced myself against the side of the freshly dug grave. I bit my lower lip and grunted with each of his deep thrusts. Abe had gotten into a fucking rhythm, and his big, cum-filled balls were swinging and slapping up against my ass. I knew I was going to lose it. I felt the hot cum traveling up from my balls. Suddenly I cried out “Oh, God! … Oh, fuck!” and with that, I started spurting my boycum against the side of the fresh dirt. When I came, I clenched my ass muscles on Abe’s cock, milking his load out into my butt. He began crying out as his cock released his built up load of mancream deep up in my guts. We were both spent. Abe’s cock was still anchored deep up in my ass and my boycum was making a dripping trail down the dirt wall. Suddenly, we were startled from a voice above us! “What the fucking hell is going on down there?” There we were, shorts around my ankles, Abe’s bibs around his, and his black cock still lodged up my ass. We both jumped at the sound of the voice above us, and Abe jerked back, pulling his cum-coated cock out of my ass with a loud slurping sound. Bobby and the Grave Digger • 65

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A lot of his hot, sticky cum ran out of my just-fucked asshole as we both looked up. There stood Alex, my grandparents’ hired hand! He stood tall, legs spread, feet firmly planted on the edge of the grave, arms akimbo, hands resting on his narrow hips! Oh, shit! I thought. He’ll tell on me! The last of Abe’s and my cum was still drooling from our piss holes as we both stared up at Alex. A smile crept across his face. “I’ll be damned!” he said. “So, Abe, you got this kid’s cherry, huh?” he jumped down into the fresh grave. As Abe and I struggled to pull up our pants, Alex said “Forget it, you jerks! Leave ’em down.” He undid his belt and dropped his jeans and shorts in one fluid movement, exposing his half hard cock. “Damn!” he said. “I’ve wanted that boy’s ass for years, but was afraid I’d get canned if the old man found out!” “How’d you know we were here?” I asked. “Are you kidding? I heard a scream over here and figured someone had gotten hurt, so I hightailed over.” He was grinning as he stroked his big, fat cock. “It must have been the kid here when you popped his cherry,” he said to Abe. “Now I want a piece of his boypussy!” He shuffled over to me, turned me around, and bent me over. Alex positioned his big, swollen cockhead against my cum-drooling asshole. His cock slid up inside of me like a hot knife cutting through butter! “Holy shit, Abe!” he said. “You stretched his ass wide open! Goddamn! Your hot cum feels good on my cockhead! Let him clean your sticky cock, Abe.” Abe’s cock was still hard and coated with cum as he brought it to my lips. I licked and sucked the remaining cum out of his cumhole. I sucked on Abe’s big, tasty cock, while Alex’s cock humped and thrust in and out of my overflowing ass. “Oh, fuck!” Alex yelled out, as his fingernails dug into the flesh on my hips. His cock swelled and he began spurting his hot load of man cum into my ass, mixing it with Abe’s spunk. His last hard thrust drove my mouth to the root of Abe’s cock, and he started filling my gullet with another load of his cream. When we had all somewhat recovered, we pulled our clothes back in place. Alex pulled me over to him. His lips came down hard on mine, as his tongue forced itself into my cummy mouth.

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“Well, Abe,” Alex said “I’m taking this kid back over to the farm with me now. I should be pissed off at you for taking his cherry from me, but, man, having your cum up his ass sure made for a hot fuck!” Abe chuckled as Alex and I climbed out of the newly dug grave. Alex draped an arm over my shoulder and told me about this spot in the barn where we could have us some fun in the future as we walked back home. I was walking a little funny, as we made our way across the cemetery, and I could feel Alex and Abe’s warm sticky trails of cum slowly working down the backsides of my hairless thighs. And that, my friends, was just the beginning of my adventures with Abe and Alex.

Home for the Holidays “Jimmy,” Mom yelled as she banged on my door. “Get up and get dressed. Grandpa Jeefs and Uncle Marlow will be here soon.” I jumped out of bed. I knew Grandpa was coming, but no one had said Uncle Marlow was going to be home for the holidays. We hadn’t seen Uncle Marlow in over a year. I loved him because he traveled a lot and had stories of adventure I could listen to all day. As soon as I was dressed I ran down to help Mom set the table and waited impatiently for Uncle Marlow to arrive. “When’s he coming?” I kept asking. “Soon,” Mom replied each time. When Dad came into the house with a bundle of wood I asked him if he’d seen any sign of Uncle Marlow. “He should be here any minute, Ronny,” Dad said. “He’s coming with Grandpa.” When we heard Grandpa honking his horn, I dashed out the door. I was so thrilled to see Uncle Marlow I grabbed hold of the door handle even before the car came to a complete stop. Uncle Marlow stepped out of the car and gave me a big hug. “How’s my favorite nephew?” he asked as he hugged me. We sat right down for a late breakfast. Dad let me sit next to Uncle Marlow. “Have you been anywhere interesting?” I asked Uncle Marlow. “A few months ago I was in Maine,” he told us. “This summer I took a train from Vancouver, British Columbia to Toronto.” “Wow,” I said. “I wish I could travel like that.” Home for the Holidays • 67

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“Some day you will, I’m sure,” Uncle Marlow said. After breakfast we all settled in the living room and listened as Uncle Marlow wove his tales. When Mom tired of his stories and left us men alone with Uncle Marlow, he leaned forward and whispered, “Want to hear something truly fascinating?” “Of course,” Dad said. “But perhaps we should go someplace where we won’t be disturbed.” I knew what that meant, and by the time we were downstairs in the basement, my dick was swollen and could hardly fit in my pants. Once we were down the stairs, Dad locked the door behind us. “So what fascinating tale do you have?” Grandpa asked. “You might want to loosen up for this,” Uncle Marlow said as he took off his shirt. I got the hint and wriggled out of my clothes as quickly as I could. “In June I was helping some friends with their scout camp and there was this one scout who had a really small dick when it was soft,” Uncle Marlow told us. “He was embarrassed because the other boys had pretty big baskets. The scout leader and I talked about it and came up with a good solution.” “So what did you do?” Dad asked. “The scout leader taught the kid how to tie his balls and dick,” Uncle Marlow said. “What?” my brother asked. “Yeah, me and the scout leader would get the boy’s dick nice and hard, and then we showed the boy how to tie a snug knot around the base of his shaft and balls. That kept his dick nice and stiff and when he stuffed it in his pants, he had a bigger basket than any of the other scouts.” We all laughed. “They only problem was that the knot made him so horny that he dripped so much, and before too long, he had a huge wet spot.” “Then what did you do?” Grandpa asked. “The scout leader and I had to drain his nuts, of course,” Uncle Marlow said. “That kid was one horny boy. We had to pump his dick at least three times, and I had to shove my dick up his butt to drain his balls completely dry.” I grabbed hold of Uncle Marlow’s thick cock and squeezed it. Maybe if I was lucky, Uncle Marlow would stuff my butt this year. “Did the scout have a tight hole?” Dad asked. 68 • Home for the Holidays

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“Shit, yeah,” Uncle Marlow said. “As tight as I bet Ronny’s and Phil’s butts are.” “I don’t know,” Grandpa whispered. “My grandsons have some mighty tight holes.” “Well, I’ll just have to find out this time,” Uncle Marlow chuckled.

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We were all mighty horny by now and tugging on all our dicks. “Shit, just thinking about you plugging my boys is going to make me explode,” Dad gasped. Our dicks were all dripping. We couldn’t control ourselves. When Dad started spraying, our dicks shot off one after another. It was a great way to welcome Uncle Marlow home.

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GWM, 50 y/o, 6’3”, blue eyes, brown hair, HIV-, overweight but trying to loose. Am looking for a top for a LTR. Age, body size, cock size not important. All will be answered; photo a plus. I love to suck cocks, lick balls, eat ass, get fucked, and if possible, love barebacking as I love the taste of cum. I like to cook, read, dance, C/W music, oldies, R&R, beaches, mountains, bowling, golf, long walks, holding hands, dining out, movies, lots of kissing and cuddling. I am very loving and caring and want to find someone to love and care for me in return. If you are the one I have been looking for, please write me: Bob Benson, PO Box 55, Fritch, TX 79036. All will be answered.

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a photo of you. Short and slender a plus. Must be D/D free, 18-30 and like older men. I enjoy home life, garage sales, flea markets, auto shows and movies. Write to: Randy P. Meiburg, 8346 Jorine Dr., Houston, TX 77036 or call: (713) 995-8272. Must be willing to relocate.

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Dear Daddy: I have been looking for you for quite a long time. This passionate 51 y/o “man” is a very assertive, grad school educated, articulate yet respectful boy at heart. This boy is very loving and devoted with a longing for a kind, affectionate but “firm when needed” daddy. This boy is a successful professional who owns his own beautiful home in Los Angeles. This boy is 5’9”, 160 lbs., dark flat top, moustache, sincere smile, soft hazel eyes, hairy “barrel” chest from gym,

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I’m a 31 y/o GWM daddy looking for sons, 18-26, who recently moved away from a strict home where Daddy spanked and paddled your bare ass. I’m 5’8”, 195 lbs., muscular and I want to be your disciplinarian. To inquire, send letter and revealing photo to: Clint Johnston, 1425 Portland Ave S Apt 301, Minneapolis, MN 55404.

BiWM, 6’3”, 225 lbs., dark brown hair, brown eyes, hairy body. I like reading, writing, quiet evenings at home, good movies, music and am actively involved in my spiritual journey. I’m looking for a slim boy/nephew, 18-45 y/o who is passionate, loving, obedient, goal oriented, hard working and New Mexico interested in developing a friend- 3/2003 ship first and then a possible Hispanic Cub Seeks LTR. No sissies need apply. Write New Mexico Buddy to: Bud, PO Box 7841, Atlanta, I am 30 y/o, 6’, 245 lbs., bald GA 30357. with goatee. Seeking buddies ages 25–35 in Albuquerque and the Illinois surrounding area for friendship, 3/2003 maybe more. I have tried most Teach Me to Suck everything from water sports to For the past 9 months, my wife B&D and am versatile when it has been tying me up naked and comes to sex. I am easy going shoving a 7” rubber cock in my and not into head games. How mouth when her women friends you look on the outside is not as come over to play bridge. I sit in important as the inside. Serious the front room for several hours replies only. Write box# 3077. while they play cards, look at me and call me cocksucker. I like it New York when she treats me this way, and 12/2002 she wants me to learn to start Be Justin to My Brian sucking real cock. 7” long and Hi, Queer as Folk fans ... well, I’m very thick preferred, ages 50 and more Ted than Brian, but I’d love older. Call C.S. at (847) 721-4191 to introduce you to loving men (corrected phone number), 9 am ... remember the very first sex to 3pm, central time, Monday, scene, where Justin learned what Tuesday, Thursday, or Friday only. rimming is? I’ll teach you that ... Leave a message if there is no and whatever else you’ve been answer. Please be drug free and wondering about and yearning HIV negative. Thank you. to do. I’m 50 (though I don’t look it), 5’9”, 215 lbs., strawberry Michigan blond, and I’m good at making 2/2003

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Personal Ads December 2002 Handjobs boys, married, bi-sexual, open relationship men, gym queens, men with excess emotional baggage or heavy drug/alcohol users. Not into drag queens, tattoos, long hair or a man in women’s underwear. I am a man seeking a man! I am seeking the company of one good White man and I don’t stray too far from vanilla. While I am somewhat adventuresome, I am definitely not into SM, WS, 3- or more-ways, bondage, raunch, pain, etc. While I like a hairy man, I am not into bears or men larger than I am. Hopefully, there’s a man somewhere in North Carolina who wants the company and attention of one good Black man and he’s somewhere within a reasonable distance of Greenboro. Please reply with a photo or email with a photo to: The8thReign@yahoo.com. Write box# 2398.

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Year End 5 or more Sale To celebrate the year end, we are having a sale of our available back issues. From now through the end of February, 2003, if you buy five or more back issues, they are only $3 each. Unfortunately, due to the high cost of shipping outside the US, we are limiting this sale to those of you in the US. To take advantage of this sale, select 5 or more of the following back issues. 2/98 9/00 7/01 2/02 9/02

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3/99 2/01 9/01 4/02 11/02

11/99 3/01 10/01 5/02 12/02

12/99 4/01 11/01 6/02

1/00 5/01 12/01 7/02

6/00 6/01 1/02 8/02

To calculate the amount of your order, multiply the number of back issues you are ordering by $3. (You must order 5 or more issues.)

_____ of issues x $3 = ______

I am over 18. Please send these back issues to: name: _______________________________________________ address: ___________________________________________________________ Do not use this ___________________________________________________________ form after 2/ city: ___________________ state: _______________________ zip:

___________________ country: USA

Payment method:

28/2003

Check or money order to Avenue Services in US funds drawn on US bank Bill my credit card (Visa, Mastercard, American Express or Discover)

credit card#: _____________________________ expires: ___________ name on credit card: _______________________________ Visa/Mastercard require us to verify your billing address. Please write the 1st line & zip code of your billing address as they appear on your credit card statement. 1st line of billing addr: _____________________________________ zip code of billing addr: _____________________________________ phone#, email where we may reach you (in case we have any problems with your order):

daytime#

evening#

fax#

email _____________________________________

Signature (required on all orders): __________________________________________ Orders shipped discreetly 1st class mail or media mail in the US/via Air Mail outside the US.

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Handjobs Order Form 12/02

To order by phone call: 1-800-463-5630 USA or Canada Call 9am – 6pm Pacific Time Tuesday through Saturday online at www.hjmag.com/orders

E-mail – asi@hjmag.com

Item

Mail to: Avenue Services, Inc. PO Box 23219 Seattle, WA 98102-0519 or fax to 1-206-720-1568

Price (includes shipping & sales taxes)

Amount

________ $50 ($65 in Canada and Mexico; $70 elsewhere) ________ $90 ($120 in Canada and Mexico; $130 elswhere) ________ $25 ($32.50 in Canada and Mexico; $35 elswhere) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $8 ($10 outside the US) ________ $15 ($20 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ $20 ($25 outside the US) ! ! Handjobs Anthology 9 $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ w Ne Handjobs Presents Roger $30 ($35 outside the US) ________ ________ Valentine’s Shanghaied $14.50 ($20 outside the US) Valentine’s Thar He Blows! $25 ($30 outside the US) ________ Dad’s Bedtime Tales $20 ($25 outside the US) ________ Subtotal ________ US readers ordering 5 or more back issues, use the YEAR END SALE on page 81 All Back Issues are $6.75 each ($7.50 in Canada and Mexico; $8.00 elsewhere) 2/98 2/99 3/99 11/99 12/99 1/00 6/00 4/01 5/01 6/01 9/00 11/00 2/01 3/01 7/01 8/01 9/01 10/01 11/01 12/01 1/02 2/02 3/02 4/02 5/02 6/02 7/02 8/02 9/02 10/02 11/02 12/02 Subtotal ________ Annual Subscription Two Year Subscription Six Month Subscription Handjobs Reader 1 Handjobs Reader 2 Handjobs Reader 3 Handjobs Reader 4 Handjobs Reader 5 Handjobs Reader 6 Handjobs Bi Adventures I Handjobs Bi Adventures II Handjobs Bi Adventures III Handjobs Anthology 1 Handjobs Anthology 2 Handjobs Anthology 3 Handjobs Anthology 4 Handjobs Anthology 5 Handjobs Anthology 6 Handjobs Anthology 7 Handjobs Anthology 8

I am over 18. Please send these items to: Total ________ name: _______________________________________________ address: ___________________________________________________________ Do not use this ___________________________________________________________ form after 02/ city: ___________________ state: _______________________ zip:

___________________ country: _______________________

Payment method:

2003

Check or money order to Avenue Services in US funds drawn on US bank Bill my credit card (Visa, Mastercard, American Express or Discover)

credit card#: _____________________________ expires: ___________ name on credit card: _______________________________ Visa/Mastercard require us to verify your billing address. Please write the 1st line & zip code of your billing address as they appear on your credit card statement. 1st line of billing addr: _____________________________________ zip code of billing addr: _____________________________________ phone#, email where we may reach you (in case we have any problems with your order):

daytime#

evening#

fax#

email _____________________________________

Signature (required on all orders): __________________________________________ Orders shipped discreetly 1st class mail or media mail in the US/via Air Mail outside the US.

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