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Handjobs Starts its 13th Year It all began twelve years ago with the April l991 issue of Handjobs. We handmade thirty copies of the ďŹ rst issue, took them to A Different Light bookstore in San Francisco and were thrilled when the magazine buyer, Rachel Pepper, bought twelve of them on the spot. When we checked with her a month later, all twelve copies had sold and she wanted us to bring the next issue. We’ve been publishing Handjobs every month since. If you have a copy of the April 1991 issue, treasure it as we only made those few copies. Our covers have changed quite a bit and we now have many wonderful artists and writers contributing to our publication. Handjobs is almost a teenager and we plan to keep on publishing for many years to come. A sincere thank you to all our readers, contributors, printers and image setters.

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Handjobs April 2003 Letters The Nature Trip by Gene Richards The Examination by Rolando Mérida The Miller Boys by Uncle Kent and Uncle Rich Tony Tales by Peter Ellis Foster Father Pumping Up by Jody Watson Foreman Joe by Josman The Homecoming by Bryan Daniels Bathhouse Boink by Eddie D. Dan the Handyman by Sierra Stayin’ Over with Unk Handjobs Library Personal Ads Handjobs Order Form

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Copyright © 2003 by Avenue Services, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the publisher, Avenue Services, Inc., a gay-owned and operated business. Published by Avenue Services, Inc., PO Box 23219, Seattle, WA 98102-0519. Handjobs is a trademark of Avenue Services, Inc. This magazine is in compliance with the so-called “Child Protection Act of 1995”. No responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited material. All rights in letters sent to Handjobs will be treated unconditionally assigned for publication and copyright purposes and are subject to Handjobs’ right to edit and comment upon editorially. Safe and sane sexual behavior is encouraged by the publisher. The publisher, editor and contributors to Handjobs cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that results from proper or improper application of information imparted or ideas generated by material in Handjobs. Handjobs is designed to be used only as an aid for masturbation. Any similarity between people and places in the fiction in Handjobs and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as “boy” or “son”, all characters in the fiction of Handjobs are 18 years of age or older. It may be against the law to have sexual intercourse with people under the age of 18, but we do print memoirs of men talking about their own boyhood experiences. Printed in the US.

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Letters Dear Handjobs: I forgot to renew my subscription, and I miss the rising excitement I always felt as I looked and read each tale. It all was hot. Please renew me for another year! • John, MI Dear Handjobs: Keep up the great work! • Bill, FL Dear Handjobs: I appreciate your good service. Keep up the good work. Thanks. • Todd, AZ Dear Handjobs: A great, fun read and many most imaginative drawings. • Robert, CA Dear Handjobs: Don’t forget to include a few hot feet stories and first time masturbation stories. I’ve been a fan for years. Keep up the good work gentlemen! • Donald, PR Dear Handjobs: I wait all month for Handjobs to arrive. When I go to the mail box and see that it is there, I open it up and start to read it. Like always, I get an instant hardon from reading the hot stories, so I have to put the mag down and relieve my hardon so I can continue to enjoy the mag. This happens all the time, which is great. I always read it all in two days. Then it is back to waiting for the next issue to arrive while I go back and reread the issues I have. They turn me on just as much as they do when I first read them. Keep up the great work. • James, WI Dear Handjobs: Living vicariously through your stories is truly what’s behind my most incredible sessions. Having had my dad from an early age and for many years, I have a kinship to the concept that not everyone appreciates – or at least is willing to admit to appreciating. Thanks for helping me out. • B., CA Dear Handjobs: You guys are superb. Your service is remarkable. Thanks for everything. • Tony, RI Dear Handjobs: I appreciate Dad’s Bedtime Tales a lot. I think you guys really understand men. Thanks for the pleasure that you give me. • Martin, NC Dear Handjobs: I want to thank you for the prompt attention to my order. I was shocked that I had it in three days. 4 • Letters

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The January 2003 issue was a great way to start the new year. The art was superb and the writing was awesome. I did come to love The Gas Man series and hope that he pops up during this year’s issues. I see a series here! Thanks. You guys fill a void in all communities. • Fred, IL Dear Handjobs: I regret seeing Rolando Mérida’s boys getting older and very muscular. His earlier, younger boys I much preferred. Hopefully, Nicolas Mann’s boys will not change. I would like to see you use more of his work. I wish you could publish “Handjobs Presents Nicolas Mann.” • Robert, CA Handjobs Reply: Thanks for your feedback. We would like to print more of Nick’s work, but he’s been busy with other projects lately. Hopefully, he’ll find the time to do some more work for us in the future. Dear Handjobs: I won’t be renewing my subscription to Handjobs because I find more and more instances of analingus in your stories, and to me it’s a complete turn-off. I haven’t tried it, and I’m not knocking it. It’s just a matter of personal taste. • Max, ID Dear Handjobs: You guys just keep the quality and pleasures way high. Thank you. I loved the February 2003 issue. I really enjoyed Snow Camping. I liked it when the boys watched their dad piss! And The Night Visitor by Josman was great. I hope we see more of his work. • Charles, NE Dear Handjobs: You guys still put out the hottest magazines on the market. I hope there’s more Josman in the pipeline. He knows how to draw cute boys as well as manly men. I always look forward to stories by Peter. He’s better with dialogue than some of the others. I remember The Jailhouse (April 1998) as an excellent example of his steamy, evocative work. Finally, I miss Julius and his splendid, obscene drawings in your pages. • Scott, NY Dear Handjobs: I loved the February 2003 issue of Handjobs. Especially The Night Visitor by Josman. I hope to see more. • David, OH Letters • 5

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Dear Handjobs: Your new artist Josman is terrific. Let’s see more of his work! • Ted, WA Handjobs Reply: Well, we seem to be getting the idea that you guys like Josman. You’ll all be happy to hear that we intend to have a new Josman comic every month. Dear Handjobs: I was really disappointed there was no story by The Falcon in the January 2003 issue. I really liked Father Frank in the November 2002 issue and The Cellar in the December 2002 issue. Stories about boys getting their weenies sucked and their asses reamed and rimmed before and after they get reared are a real turn on. I’d like to read more by The Falcon. • William, NV Dear Handjobs: I always enjoy your magazines. And I particularly liked the variety of artwork in the February 2003 issue of Handjobs. I used to like Roger’s artwork (well, I still do), but after seeing it for several years, now it’s all beginning to look the same. I read all your publications from cover to cover, mostly in the bathroom. This is by no means a put-down, mind you. The stories are just the right length for one or two sittings, and all “evidence” of how exciting the stories are goes down the toilet. Nothing to clean up. You guys put out some terrific magazines. Many thanks. • Leonard, CA Dear Handjobs: Could you please print this in your letters page: Come on, guys. Why do you run an ad and then never answer some (or all) of the replies you get? We may not be exactly what you want, but at least have the courtesy to answer us and let us know that you’d rather wait for Mr. Perfect. You may not be all that yourself, so give us a try. Daddies, grandpas and uncles – those of us 50+ want and need you as much as the 20 year olds do. Many of us never had a daddy experience when we were young, but we can still have one now. Don’t deny our liking of older men and make us live on fantasies the rest of our lives. Many of us, even thought we may be seen as a daddy to someone younger, do not want a son, but still need a daddy in our lives … and in our beds. Thanks for listening and keep up the good work. • John, NY

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Dear Handjobs: I look forward to each new issue. Great product. Thank you! • William, WI Dear Handjobs: I really enjoyed the February 2003 issue of Handjobs. It was great to see how A Close Shave by Robin Banks turned out (thump! thump! thump!) and Snow Camping was a lot of fun too. Also, many thanks for the new book by Rolando Mérida, Like Father, Like Son. Another fabulous effort. I hope you sell out! I really like (and envy) the way Mérida draws each of his characters so identifiably different. Keep up the great work! I enjoy every issue, cover to cover. • The Hun, OR Dear Handjobs: First of all, thanks for a great magazine! Not only are the stories hot, but they are also grammatically correct. As a writer myself, I find it distracting when there are glaring errors. The hottest story I’ve read so far was What a Boy Wants by James Alexander Madsin in the October 2002 issue involving the boy and his stepfather. Anything involving Coach (and a friend of his, preferably!), an older neighbor, a teacher, daddy, uncle or anyone else in a position of authority is hot, but I don’t like stories with grandfathers. Nothing turns me on more than dirty talk, especially when they call each other “Daddy” and “boy”. • Mark, Canada Dear Handjobs: I want to hear about the thousands of boys who loved seducing their priests. • Peter, NY Dear Handjobs: Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than Handjobs Anthology 9, you come out with Like Father, Like Son. • Ken, MA Dear Handjobs: More Just A. Buoy with E. Rex Shawn. • Orlando, • IL Dear Handjobs: I’ve found the love of a lifetime because of you boys. • Richard, NY Dear Handjobs: I like new stories about young boys, not part 2 and 3 stories. The boys aren’t boys. They’re men. • E. H., FL Dear Handjobs: Fantastic mag and service. Thanks for another year. • Todd, CA Letters • 7

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The Nature Trip by Gene Richards I was a senior in high school and in spring, before graduation, Mr. White decided that our class would profit from a nature hike in the wooded outskirts of town. Mr. White was our science teacher, and I found him to be exceptionally sexy and handsome. I’d made a few overtures to Mr. White, but he was married, so I never got any positive reaction from him. Why is it that all the hot guys seem to be straight? If only they knew how hot sex with another guy could be. Far more exciting than the smelly, sloppy hole between their wives’ legs. Anyway, I decided that if I couldn’t seduce Mr. White and get in his pants, maybe Freddie would let me suck him off on the nature hike. Freddie loved the blow jobs I gave him. I had already told to Freddie that if we could fall back from the rest of the group, maybe I could get his rocks off out there on the hike. As the class trekked along through the heavily wooded terrain, Freddie and I slowly worked our way to the back of the single file line. Soon we were the last ones in the line of kids, and pretending an interest in some of the various bushes, we fell further and further back from the others. Soon, the group was out of sight, and I said to Freddie “Get your cock out so I can suck the cum from your balls!” Without a moments pause, Freddie unzipped and pulled his cock and balls out through the fly in his Jockey’s. I was already down on my knees, taking his half hard cock between my sucking lips, then engulfing the whole length in my mouth, bringing it to full rock hardness. I began sucking that clear, sweet precum of his from his now fully swollen cockhead and savoring each and every drop of it. I grabbed his balls and pulled on them as I bobbed my head up and down on his throbbing cock. When I ran my hand up the leg of his shorts to tickle his asshole, he began to face fuck me with a vengeance! I located his boyhole with my finger, and when I shoved it up inside, he grunted loudly and filled my sucking mouth with his hot thick boycum. I gulped and swallowed his cream. I milked every fucking drop until his throbbing cock went dry. He pulled his cock from my lips, tucked it in his shorts, and we started out to catch up with the others. “Fuck, Freddie! Which way did they go?” I asked. “I don’t know!” he responded. “You tell me!” “Damn it, Freddie! I was on my knees sucking you off. You shoulda seen which direction they went!” 8 • The Nature Trip

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“Oh, right!” Freddie yelled back at me. “I’m fucking your mouth and you expect me to watch which way they went? Shit, Mike what are we gonna do now?” “Just start looking for them,” I answered. After about a half hour or so of hunting for the rest of the class, we gave up. “Let’s head back to the school van and wait for them,” I said to Freddie. Little did I know we took off in the wrong direction, and were hopelessly lost. Before too long, we came to a small clearing. In the center of it was a ramshackle hovel of a cabin. “What’s that, Mike?” Freddie asked. “Damned if I know. Let’s find out.” We walked up to the broken down cabin, and peered in one of the dirty windows. We agreed that it looked lived in. “Think they got a phone, Mike?” Freddie asked. “Doubt it, Freddie, but it’s worth a try” I answered. With that, we climbed the rickety steps to the door and knocked. The paint was peeling off the door, and after a couple of knocks, it swung open. We both gaped open mouthed at what we saw! Framed in the open doorway, stark naked, stood a huge, hairy, bearded man! We stood there like a couple of idiots, letting our eyes take in his sixfoot-plus frame. Our eyes went from his blue twinkling eyes, bearded face, hairy chest and belly, to the slab of mancock that hung flaccid between his muscular, hairy thighs. Backing up that horsecock were a pair of big, hairy walnut sized low hanging balls. “Yeah, whattaya kids want?” the man said. “We’re lost,” I replied. “We were on a nature hike with a group from school, and we lost track of them.” “Ha!” he snorted, as he folded his arms across his hairy chest, crossed his ankles, and leaned a shoulder up against the doorjamb. This position thrust his meaty cock and balls forward, causing them to look even larger as they rested on his hairy thighs. “I saw you cocksuckers. You snuck away so you could fuck around with each other. Not much happens in these here woods that I don’t know about.” I was stunned. “You’re quite the little cocksucker,” he said, looking at me and smirking. “You did a halfway decent job on your buddy’s cock. Ever take on a man-sized one?” “N-no,” I responded, involuntarily lowering my eyes to assess his meat. I saw his cock jerk a couple of times on it’s own, and as I watched, The Nature Trip • 9

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it began to lengthen and a glistening mushroom crown began to slide out of his hood of foreskin. Once his cockhead had peeked out, a clear string of precum escaped his cumhole and dangled off the tip of his dick. I wet my dry lips with my tongue and wanted badly to catch that sticky nectar and taste it! I dropped to my knees, stuck my tongue out and caught that long, sweet string of precum, following it all the way to it’s source. “For God’s sake, Mike!��� Freddie yelled. “What the hell are you doing?” I captured the man’s cockhead in my mouth, and as I did so, my lips pushed his fleshy foreskin back, giving me full access to his bloated cockhead. His rod jerked, swelled and became an iron ramrod. Freddie was trying to pull me off that big, mean meat, yelling for me to stop, but I couldn’t. Freddie knew how I loved cock and finally gave up and let go of me. The big, hairy stud had uncrossed his ankles and now stood with his legs parted and his cock and balls thrust forward for me to enjoy. Freddie stood there entranced as more and more of the man’s thick, veiny cock disappeared into my hungry mouth. I put my hands on his knees, and slowly began to work them up his hairy thighs toward his groin. I soon had his huge low hangers framed between my hands. I pressed my thumbs deep just behind his balls, and was rewarded with a large spurt of his precum in my mouth. The man’s hands moved to the back of my head. He bent his knees and began face fucking me. Freddie’s cock had sneaked out the leg of his shorts, and was drooling down his lightly hairy thigh as he watched me giving the man a blow job. The guy saw Freddie’s drooling cockhead, reached over and began to run his thumb over the oozing cumhole. Freddie let out a low groan, opened his shorts, and let them drop to his ankles. The man gripped Freddie’s hard cock and pulled him close to the two of us, positioning Freddie’s cock near my sucking mouth. Before I knew it, I was going from one cock to the other. I had Freddie’s dick in my mouth and was fisting the old man’s beastly shaft, when the old man let out a cry and shoved Freddie away from my sucking lips. He jammed his swollen cockhead into my open mouth, and began swearing as his cum spurted from his into my mouth and down my throat. I choked, gagged and swallowed as much as I could, but it was an overwhelming amount! It ran down my chin, out 10 • The Nature Trip

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of the corners of my mouth and dripped onto the floor. Holy shit! For an old fucker, this stud sure could unload a huge wad! As he came, he began pumping Freddie’s pud. I backed off his slippery cock to watch the old guy get Freddie off. He was pounding the hell out of Freddie’s throbbing bone, telling him, “Give it up for me, boy!” Within a few short strokes, Freddie threw his head back, and spurted his boycum. The old man cupped his other hand and caught it all. “Get up here kid!” the man ordered me. He pulled me to my feet with one big paw, as he cradled Freddie’s cum in the other one. “Get your pecker out so you can ass fuck your buddy’s cherry asshole,” the man said. As I dropped my shorts, Freddie protested the man’s intentions regarding his ass. “No way, mister!” he whined. “Nobody has ever shoved a cock up my ass, and they’re not about to now!” I stepped out of my shorts, letting my throbbing young cock bounce up and smear thick precum on my hairless belly. Freddie tried to get away from us, but the big grizzly man grabbed and held him. During the scuffle, Freddie had completely kicked his shorts off. I had never thought of fucking Freddie’s ass before, but it sure looked fuckable. The old man reached out his handful of Freddie’s cum, grabbed my cock and smeared the warm, sticky goo all over my pulsating shaft. God! What a sensation that was! I almost came then and there! The old man wheeled Freddie around so his ass faced me, bent him over and held his head between his strong, hairy thighs, pulled his hard round globes apart and smeared the remainder of his own cum over his cherry boycunt. “Stick it to him, kid! Bust his cherry!” the man ordered. “No, Mike! Don’t do it! Don’t fuck me!” Freddie begged. “Shove it in him, kid!” the man ordered. And I did. My cock was drooling and dripping with Freddie’s cum. I placed it against Freddie’s cherry. “Ready?” the man asked me. “Oh, yeah! I’m ready.” I answered. “Do it! Bust his boycherry!” I thrust forward. Freddie moaned. But that was the last sound out of his mouth. The man shoved his cock in Freddie’s open mouth. I grabbed Freddie’s hips and began his first ass fucking. He was whining, grunting and groaning around the thick hard cock in his mouth. To my surprise he was really into it! He was grinding his ass back against me and meeting my thrusts. The Nature Trip • 11

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While I ass fucked him, and the old man face fucked him and encouraged me, “Fuck his boyass! Lay it to him! Fuck his ass hard and deep!” “ I – I’m going to cum!” I cried out. The man said he was too! We both grunted and groaned as I filled Freddie’s ass and the old man filled his mouth. When we both had given our all, we withdrew from Freddie’s sloppy hole. Hot drooling strands of cum ran from Freddie’s mouth and asshole, puddling on the dirty floor beneath him. Then it dawned on me that the field trip would be over, and our absence noticed. “Oh, shit!” I said. “What? What?” Freddie asked between satisfied gasps. “The class, Freddie,” I yelled at him “Oh, God! Are we in trouble now!” he responded. Then we heard what we had been too occupied to hear before: Mr. White calling out our names. We hurriedly got our clothes back on as the naked man resumed his original position, leaning naked against the doorjamb. Mr. White stepped into the clearing – alone, thank God! “Damn it, boys! The others are all back at the van waiting for me to find you two!” he barked at us. Then he looked up at the naked bearded man, winked, and said “How’d it go, Charlie?” “Great, Bill! Those two are gonna be a lotta fun!” the man answered. “I broke ’em in good! Bring ’em back soon. I’ve got a lot of other things I could teach ’em. Things you can’t teach ’em in your classroom.” “I will, Charlie. But next time, I want in on the fun,” Mr. White said. As Freddie and I followed Mr. White back through the woods to the van, he told Freddie to be sure that I walked close behind him when we got back to the school, since the backside of his shorts were wet from the cum that was oozing out of his hole. “And,” he emphasized, “I want to see both of you in my office the minute we get back. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” we answered in unison. “I want to check you both over to make sure Charlie didn’t damage you in any way, and to make sure everything is in working condition,” he said, as he winked as us. “Yes, sir! You bet, sir!” we responded, smiling at each other. 12 • The Nature Trip

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Mr. Reynolds, it’s time for your appointment. Sr. Reinosa, es hora de su compromiso.

Mr. Reynolds? ¿Sr. Reinosa?

Ohh… I’m coming, I’m coming! Thanks, Rose! Ohh… ¡Ya me vengo… ya voy! ¡Gracias, Rosa!

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See ya. I’m late for the game. Nos vemos. Se me hace tarde para el partido.

Game? You told me nothing about a game, Mr. Reynolds. ¿Partido? No me dijo nada de un partido, Sr. Reinosa.

Later… Poco después… Morning. Can I see Dr. Lewis, please? Buenas. ¿Puedo ver al Dr. Laines, por favor?

I am Dr. Lewis’ son, Mr. Reynolds. I’ll attend you, since my father can’t be here today. He deeply apologizes.

Soy el Dr. Laines hijo, Sr. Reinosa. Yo le atenderé en vez de mi padre, que no podrá venir hoy.

Your appoinment is with your doctor in half an hour. Su cita es con el doctor en media hora.

Oh, really? Well… no offense, son, but… your father’s been my family doctor for years and I think you’re a little too young to… ¿En serio? Mira, hijo, no te ofendas, pero tu padre ha sido mi médico por años, y creo que eres demasiado joven para…

Take off your pants, please. Quítese el pantalón, por favor. Did you hear me, boy? Your father is the only one who has ever seen my… touched my… fingered my… ¿No me oíste, muchacho? Tu padre es el único que ha visto mi… ha tocado mi… su dedo me… 14 • The Examination

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OK, OK! I just warn you, boy, that if I feel uncomfortable, I’ll punch you in the nose! ¡Está bien, está bien! ¡Pero te advierto que si algo me incomoda, te golpearé la nariz!

Oh, that’s comforting! Who did you finger? ¡Oh, qué alivio! ¿A quién le metiste el dedo?

Relax, Mr. Reynolds. I’ve done this before. Relájese, Sr. Laines. He hecho esto antes.

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Uh oh…

Don’t “uh oh” me! What’s wrong, boy? ¿Oh, qué? ¿Pasa algo malo, niño?

There’s no lubricant. If you can stay this way for a while, I’ll go and… No hay lubricante. Si se queda así un rato, iré por él a…

NO WAY! Use spit if you fucking want, but do it NOW! I wanna get the hell outta here! ¡NADA! ¡Usa saliva si te da la puta gana, pero hazlo YA! ¡Quiero largarme de aquí! 16 • The Examination

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Ohh… are you just FINGERING my asshole, boy?? Ohh… ¿me estás DEDEANDO el ojete, niño??

What the fuck did you do, boy?? ¿Qué carajos hiciste, niño??

Can’t find your prostate gland, Mr. Reynolds. Even without gloves it’s difficult. Gotta do something drastic. No encuentro su próstata, Sr. Reinosa. Incluso sin guantes es difícil. Hay que hacer algo drástico.

I’ll use my most sensitive tool, sir. Usaré mi instrumento más sensible, señor.

You are the doctor, my boy! Do it now while I’m in a good mood, fucker! ¡Tú eres el doctor, mi chavo! ¡Aprovecha que estoy de buenas, cabrón! The Examination • 17

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OH WOW! GO ON, BOY!! ¡OH GUAU! ¡SIGUE, NIÑO, SIGUE! Your ass is now well lubed and ready for this tool, Mr. Reynolds. Ready? Here it goes!

Ya dejé su culo bien lubricado y listo para mi instrumento, Sr. Reynolds. ¿Listo? ¡Aquí le va!

OHH… OHH… Did you find it, HUH?? OHH… ¿La encontraste, EH??

So tight… FIND WHAT? Qué apretado… ¿ENCONTRAR QUÉ?

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Here’s some cream for the swelling!! ¡Tenga su pomada para la hinchazón!

Is this hunk your son? Wow… ¿Este toro es su hijo? Guau…

FUCK, my son! ¡PUTA, mi hijo! He’s playing his game right now! Gotta go! ¡Está jugando su partido! ¡Debo irme! The Examination • 19

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The Miller Boys by Uncle Kent and Uncle Rich It would have been impossible to ignore the Miller boys. The two brothers lived across the street from my new house. Both were relatively short, but solid for their ages with thick, beefy shoulders and pecs, ripped abs and round, veined biceps. The boy’s butts were also round and firm. I was the high school wrestling coach, and these boys were built for wrestling. You can imagine my pleasure when their father approached me about getting them on the team. Mr. Miller was a larger version of his sons. Powerfully built, he had closely cropped black hair, blue eyes, and a shy smile. He’d been a wrestler in high school and college and he’d obviously kept up his workouts. The boys were very friendly and not shy about dropping over. Almost immediately they asked if they could use my pool. I agreed. Usually, I was still performing my morning workout by the pool when the boys arrived for their daily swim. To avoid having to interrupt my routine, I told them to let themselves in through the side gate. They seemed fascinated by the bulge in my swimsuit. As we talked, it was hard for either brother to keep his eyes above my waist for very long. Generally, the brothers would come over to say hello and then strip to their speedos to swim. They’d do laps as part of their preparation for wrestling season, then roughhouse for a while. One day, while performing bench presses, I noticed that the pool was awfully quiet. I turned my head just enough to see what the boys were up to. Mark was standing in the pool, leaning against the side, watching me intently. His eyes were fixed on my crotch as I pressed the bar above my head. Mike was standing directly behind his brother, his arms wrapped affectionately around the older boy’s beefy shoulders. From the movement of the water, I suspected that he was gently humping his big brother’s firm bubble butt. My dick started to harden in my lycra shorts. I got up and added more weight to the bar. The boys were still transfixed by the bulge in my shorts. “I’m going to need some spotting here,” I said to them. “Can one of you guys give me a hand?” Mike had stopped humping his brother’s butt and Mark turned to face him. After a short discussion, Mark climbed out of the pool and walked toward me as Mike continued to watch from the water. 20 • The Miller Boys

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I lay back down on the bench and directed Mark to stand at my head and be ready to grab the bar if necessary. My real objective was to get the boy’s dick out of his speedos and into my ass. I performed two sets of ten reps and then rested. While pumping the weight, I noticed that Mark was developing a respectable erection in his own swim trunks. I finished my third set of reps, and once I’d released the bar, I reached over my head and grabbed the boy’s crotch. “You seem pretty interested in my dick, son. You want to see more?” Mark pressed against my exploring hand. “Yes, sir. I would.” I pulled my trunks down and freed up my erect dick and bloated nutsac. The boy’s meat was now fully erect and poking out of the waistband of his trunks. I was glad to see that his dad had opted to leave him uncut. I shucked my trunks and stood by the weight bench. Mike was now standing only six feet away from his brother and me, his speedos around his ankles as he vigorously jacked his thick boycock. As he advanced toward us, cock in hand, I pulled Mark’s swimsuit down to his ankles. He stepped out of his trunks. I placed a hand around each boy’s shoulders, drawing them against me so that our dicks rubbed together. Mike turned to his brother with a knowing smile. “See, I told you it was really big! It’s even bigger than Dad’s!” The last sentence caught my attention. “You’ve seen your dad with a hardon?” I asked. Mark shot his younger brother a warning look, but Mike didn’t catch it. “Sure, we’ve seen it! We’ve touched it. We’ve even tasted it.” I turned to Mark, who was now tentatively stroking my hard prick. “So you guys have gotten it on with your dad?” “Yeah, we beat each other’s dick, suck each other, and then Dad fucks me or Mike. He says it’s what men do when they get horny and there’s no pussy around,” Mark answered. I was close to shooting. I gently pulled Mark’s hand from my drooling pole. “That’s right, boys. That’s what lots of guys do when they need to get off. In fact, that’s what we should do right now, don’t you think?” Both boys nodded and smiled. I had an idea. Looking at Mike, I asked, “What about you? Do you get to fuck Mark or your dad?” The Miller Boys • 21

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The younger brother shook his head. “Nope. They say that since I’m the youngest, I’ve got to be the pussy.” I grasped the boy’s silky, rigid boner. “How’d you like to fuck me?” Mike’s eyes lit up. “Sure!” he smiled. “For real? I’d love that!” I gripped Mark’s hardon with my other fist. “How’d you both like to fuck me at the same time?” They looked shocked. This was something they’d obviously never done with their dad. “Can we do that?” asked Mark. “I mean, is it physically possible?” “Sure,” I responded. “You boys go lie down on the grass on your backs, dick to dick. Let me grab some lube and I’ll show you how.” I left the horny brothers to grab some Crisco. When I returned to the back yard, Mark and Mike were lying on the thick, soft turf by the pool, their butts and nutsacs were pressed against each other. I scooped two handfuls of grease out of the can and began lubing up each boy’s rigid dick. Then I shoved some grease up my asshole and pivoted so that my feet were on either side of the boys’ entwined thighs. Squatting down, I held both rigid cocks together to form one thick, greasy dick and pressed the heads against my asshole. I pushed my butt down, forcing the boys’ cockheads past my sphincter and into my hungry ass. I felt a momentary burning as my ass ring stretched to accommodate the double cock, then a sensation of fullness and bliss as the double shaft slid past my prostate to completely fill my hole. Facing Mike, I began fucking myself on the boys’ cocks, reaching forward to grasp the hunky kid’s soft, erect nipples, squeezing and pulling on them with my greasy fingers, making him arch his back and close his eyes in pleasure. I continued to bounce up and down on the double boycock as Mike reached up and began stroking my huge erection. Mark began fucking my butt in earnest, pushing up as I squatted all the way down, pulling back as I lifted my ass. It only took a few minutes before Mike groaned and launched a steady stream of cum inside me, coating his brother’s ejaculating cock as it, too, emptied its load into my gut. I replaced the younger brother’s hand on my dick with my own and splashed white lava over his face and chest. Slowly, I pulled free of the boys’ oozing cocks, feeling my hole spasm with emptiness, longing to be filled again. Both boys lay on the grass 22 • The Miller Boys

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by the pool, panting. Mike ran his hand over his cum-covered face and sucked my cum from his fingers. As we cleaned up and dressed, Mark looked somewhat worried. I asked him what was wrong. “We’ve never had sex with anyone but Dad. I don’t want to keep it a secret, but I don’t know how to tell him, either.” I affectionately squeezed his solid shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Have your dad give me a call tonight. Tell him I want to talk to him about getting you on the wrestling team.” Ken called that night. I told him that I wanted to talk to him about his sons and invited him for dinner the next evening. Somewhat reluctantly, he accepted and offered to bring some wine. The next night, right on time, there he was at my door. I shook his hand and welcomed him in. I told Ken to have a seat on the sofa while I uncorked the wine. When I returned to the living room, I eased myself down next to the hunky dad. I let my leg press lightly against his knee. The sensation made my dick begin to grow in my shorts. Ken looked nervous. I figured it was up to me to get the conversation going. “First of all, I want to tell you that I think your boys will have no trouble making the team.” Ken’s face lit up and he appeared to relax a little. “They’re strong, fast, and most importantly, they’re smart. I think they’ll make great wrestlers.” Ken continued to grin. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he explained. “As I may have mentioned, I wrestled in high school and college.” I placed a hand on Ken’s well-muscled forearm. “Looks like you still work out, too.” I moved my hand up the man’s arm to his massive bicep and gently squeezed the rock-hard muscle. “You still wrestle?” Ken looked mildly disappointed. “Nope, haven’t in years. I’m afraid I’m really rusty. I go to the gym downtown, but there’s no one in the area to practice with.” I pressed my leg more firmly against his. “How’d you like a little refresher course right now? I’ve got mats down in the spare bedroom. We could have a little match before dinner.” Ken looked extremely conflicted. He licked his lips as he thought over my suggestion. “Maybe another time. I don’t have anything to wear,” he explained.

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There was definitely a mound of hard flesh expanding in his tight shorts. I knew he wanted it as much as I did and continued to press ahead. “I’ve got some old wrestling trunks that should fit you,” I offered. “Come on! It’ll be fun!” As I stood, it was obvious to both of us that my dick was fully erect and ready for action. Unable to resist, my neighbor got up and nodded. Leading the way, I guided him to my bedroom. I pulled a couple of wrestling trunks from my dresser and threw one to Ken. Turning his back to me, he slipped out of his clothes and stepped into the tight, lycra shorts, giving me an excellent view of his first class, muscular ass. I slipped into my own suit, just able to squeeze my erection into the generously proportioned pouch. Ken turned to me and, blushing, looked down at his own stiff pecker, revealingly outlined by the spandex. “Well,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, “I guess I’m ready.” You sure are! I thought as I showed Ken my wrestling room. “You want top or bottom?” I asked. “Bottom, I guess,” he replied. Ken got down on all fours and I knelt beside him, one hand on his arm, the other around his massive torso. Even with my long arms I wasn’t able to get a comfortable grip. The man may have been rusty, but he was big and solid. This wasn’t going to be easy. At the count of three I attempted to turn Ken onto his back, but the big guy dropped onto his belly and hugged the mat. I fell on top of him to pin him. Pressing my chest against his broad back, I tried working my hands under his chest while clutching his thighs between my legs. My efforts resulted in positioning my erect cock right between his meaty glutes. As he struggled, his butt muscles clenched, squeezing my cock between them. Ken responded by pushing his ass against my cock. I quickly slid my hands under his pelvis, grabbing his dick with my right hand. Surprised, Ken lifted his left hip enough for me to use it as a lever and flip him onto his back. I planted my butt over his crotch and hung onto his lower back. Ken’s cock buried itself in the depths of my asscrack. Unable to push him to the floor, I moved my hands to Ken’s chest and dug my fingers into the man’s firm, meaty tits. Ken stiffened in surprise. “No one said we had to fight fair!” I teased, increasing the 24 • The Miller Boys

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pressure on his pecs. Ken apparently agreed because suddenly, he reached forward with one hand and pulled my suit down in front, releasing my massive erection. My meat fell onto his arched belly with a loud slap. Distracted by the noise and the weight of my dick and balls, Ken collapsed to the mat with me stretched out on top of him. My erect cock was pressed against his flat, hard belly. I held him by the shoulders and brought my face close to his. “Looks like round one goes to me,” I said. “Wanna try again?” Ken smiled at me conspiratorially. “You know, I’m enjoying this a lot more than I’d imagined! You bet your ass I want a rematch!” Ken knelt beside me and wrapped his huge arm around my chest, gripping my arm with his other hand. The takedown was fast, and he managed to pull me over on top of him. I felt Ken’s stiff dick pressing against my ass again. Ken bridged up, forcing his dick more deeply into the valley between my clenched glutes. Instead of breaking his hold, I slid my hands behind me and pulled his shorts down, exposing his ass. Using both hands, I gripped his furry, rock-solid buttcheeks and pulled him against me. I turned my head so that we were face to face. “I want that dick up my ass, buddy. I want you to fuck me good!” I growled. Ken looked like he was considering my proposal. Suddenly, collapsing under me, he released his grip, allowing me to turn so that I was lying against him, chest to chest, my hands still gripping his ass. “No,” he replied. “I want you to fuck me! I’ve wanted your dick up my ass ever since we first met.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I certainly wasn’t going to refuse. Releasing my grip on his ass, I grabbed him by his massive shoulders and planted my lips on his mouth, to receive a deep, tongueprobing kiss. Ken ground his crotch against mine, moaning in pleasure. Feeling myself on the verge of orgasm, I broke off the kiss and lifted myself from the sweating, heaving body beneath me. “Let’s hit the bedroom. I’ll fuck you silly if that’s what you want!” I helped my neighbor up and led him back to the bedroom. Wordlessly, we slipped out of our wrestling gear and lay chest to chest on the bed. I got a jar of lube from under the bed, and as we resumed kissing, I massaged his willing asshole with my greasy hand.

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Ken ground his hard cock against mine, and breaking the kiss, looked desperately into my eyes. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your dick up my ass. Your son wants your sperm inside him. Fuck me now!” I was intrigued by Ken’s role playing, but decided to ask him about it later. Kneeling over his beautiful ass, I greased up my dick and slid it deeply into his chute. Ken reached back to grab my butt, pulling me even further into his asshole. I lay down, pressing my chest against the man’s broad, muscular back and proceeded to pound my dick into his hot hole, slapping my balls against his ass and reaching under his chest to twist and pull at his large, dark nipples. Wanting to give Ken what he needed, I growled in his ear the entire time. “Yeah, son. I’m going to fuck the hell out of your butt! I’m going to shoot my cum so deep up your ass you’re going to taste it! Daddy’s going to screw your hole good!” As I continued to pound Ken’s ass into the bed, he humped the mattress, moving his hips up to meet mine with each thrust. Ken started groaning, “Jeez, Dad, you’re fucking the cum right out of me! You’re making me shoot, Daddy! Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Ken’s words set me off. I flooded his hole with my cum as he shot his load onto the bed sheets. I seemed to cum forever. Finally, moaning with pleasure, I pulled free of his milking ass and rolled off his back to lie beside him. Ken turned towards me with a dreamy smile. “That was great!” he said. “Just what I needed!” “Your dad used to fuck you, didn’t he?” I asked, stroking his broad, sweat-soaked back. “Yeah, he did. And I loved it. It was an important part of our relationship.” “And you fuck your boys, don’t you?” I asked. Ken looked panicked for a minute, but the tone of my voice and my stroking must have had a calming effect. “Yeah, I do. It’s just like with my dad. It’s how I show them I love them.” “I know,” I replied. “I’ve played with them, too. They’re fine boys.” Ken looked at me questioningly. 26 • The Miller Boys

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“No, I didn’t fuck them,” I explained, responding to his unasked question. “In fact, they fucked me. I didn’t want to tread on your territory.” Ken smiled again and, pulling my face to his, gave me another deep kiss. “That’s OK, Dad. You can fuck us all, anytime you want.” With that he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, cuddling securely in my arms.

Tony Tales by Peter Ellis Carl had a hard time deciding if he could get away from the office for the weekend. His older son Curt and his new girlfriend had invited him and his younger son Tony to spend the weekend at her family’s cabin on the coast. Since his divorce three years ago, he had turned into a regular workaholic. As far as sex went, he had no problem getting laid, but it seemed more trouble than it was worth … the wining and dining and everything. You had to play the game if you wanted to get laid. Frankly it was easier, and oftentimes more satisfying, just to jack off. And he did it a lot. He appreciated his fit 41-year-old body and wasn’t above whacking off a load in front of a mirror. Tony was almost as tall as his dad. He had been sexually active for quite a while, ever since Curt had started having sex with him. His older brother had trained Tony to suck his cock. Curt wasn’t about to go down on his little brother, but he trained Tony to give the best head. None of Curt’s girlfriends could do anything to compare to Tony’s blow jobs. After Curt taught him to suck cock, Tony was hooked. He started having sex with some of Curt’s friends and also forged sexual relationships with some of his own friends … and sometimes their older brothers. As a result, Tony was well trained in the art of male-to-male sex – and he had been fantasizing about his dad for years. Carl and Tony arrived at the cabin late Friday night; Curt and Angie had come earlier that day. As there were only two bedrooms, Tony had to share a double bed with his dad. Tony had never been in a bed with his dad before. He had never even seen his dad nude, but he secretly hoped that he might catch a glimpse of his cock and ass. It was a warm night, so they both opted to sleep in their shorts, Dad in boxers and Tony in his Calvins. Tony found it hard to sleep Tony Tales • 27

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being so close to his dad’s body. He could smell Dad’s manly sweat smell, as he hadn’t showered since the morning. In the middle of the night Tony was awakened by the sounds of Curt and Angie fucking in the next room. The thin walls made it easy to hear exactly what was going on. Tony was lying on his side facing his father. He could see Dad’s hand rubbing his cock under the sheet. Tony had had a semi hardon most of the night, but now he really boned up! Curt had always been a noisy guy when he had sex, and he wasn’t trying to control it now as he was fucking the hell out of his girlfriend. Tony watched his dad through half closed eyes, not wanting Carl to stop jacking his cock. Carl was really turned on by the sound of fucking in the next room. He kept glancing over at Tony to see if he was still asleep. He would have been terribly embarrassed if Tony were to wake up and see him beating his dick … but damn, he was so fucking horny! He finally pulled the sheet aside, pulled his cock out of his boxers, and began seriously stroking it when Tony shifted on the bed. Carl froze! He

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didn’t know what to do. Then he felt Tony’s hard cock bump his leg as his son moved closer to his side of the bed. Before he could do or say anything, Tony had moved Carl’s hand out of the way and had gone down on his cock, taking it all the way down to the base in one move. Tony had fantasized about sucking his dad’s cock for so long and he just could not pass up this opportunity. If his dad pulled him off and was offended, then so be it, he would take his punishment. But if he liked it … then it was worth the gamble. Tony started sucking his dad’s cock, trying to give him the best blow job he had ever given. Within minutes, Tony felt his dad’s hand on the back of his head. Then there was added pressure until Carl was holding Tony’s head in place as he started to fuck his face. Tony was in heaven. He totally forgot about the noises emanating from the next room and concentrated on servicing his dad. Carl was in shock. He had never had any sexual interest in either of his sons before. Now here he was listening to his older son fuck like a madman and was getting the most fantastic blow job from his younger son. Not that he had never had manto-man sex before. He had played around when he was in his teens. Experimenting. Nothing serious. But that had all been just a game. Now here he was getting blown by his own flesh and blood. Carl was getting close to cumming and whispered to his son that he had better pull off his cock unless he wanted to swallow his load. Tony just increased his suction and kept sucking until his dad shot a huge wad of cum into his mouth and down his throat. Tony Tales • 29

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Without even touching his cock, Tony shot his load onto his dad’s thigh and all over the bed. Dad put his arm around him and without either of them saying a word, they fell asleep. When Tony woke up, he was still snuggled in his dad’s arms. His dad’s cock was hard, even though he was still asleep. Tony reached down, wrapped his hand around the steely shaft, and started to jack it, but Carl stopped him. He said that they needed to talk. Carl was uncomfortable with what had happened last night. Tony told his dad that he shouldn’t feel that way. He had been having sex with other guys for years. “Dad, I like cock … I love having sex with men. Sure what we did has a name – ‘incest’. But I seduced you, so you have no reason to feel guilty. You seemed to enjoy it. I’ve fantasized about having sex with you for years. I know you may be shocked, but I have two buddies who regularly have sex with their dads (actually one of them is his stepdad). I have even played with one of the dads. But, Dad, if you don’t ever want me to suck your cock again, that’s your decision.” Carl tried to absorb all that Tony was saying to him. He had to admit that he had enjoyed the blow job tremendously and that the fact that it was his son did add extra excitement to the event. And what about his friends having sex with their dads? Could one of them be that hunky Scott and his swarthy Italian dad? As his mind was reeling, Tony began to stroke Carl’s semi-erect cock. In all honesty he felt so very close to his son, he couldn’t see why they shouldn’t enjoy sex together. “Tony, I gotta admit that I am really turned on by what happened last night. But you have to promise that nobody will ever find out that we’re getting it on, OK?” Tony smiled and quickly moved down to take his dad’s hardening cock into his mouth again. §

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this morning and wondered if you might be doing him. Wow, little brother, what was it like sucking on our old man’s cock?” At first Tony was speechless and embarrassed. Then it dawned on him that Carl was turned on by the idea that his little brother had sucked off their dad. “Yeah, it was every bit as hot as I had hoped it would be. Ever since you trained me to suck your cock I have fantasized about doing Dad. Listening to you and Angie fuck last night made him so horny that I took advantage of the situation and sucked him off … a couple of times.” “Well, little bro, then why don’t you suck this?” Curt pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and shoved Tony to his knees. It had been probably six months since the last time they had had sex. Now that Curt was living on his own

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and had a regular series of girlfriends they didn’t get it on as much as they used to. But Curt always liked his little brother’s blow jobs best, so he would make a point of dropping by from time to time for some brotherly love. As Curt shot his load in Tony’s mouth and all over his face, he said, “Well, maybe, little bro … UH! … sometime … UH! … I could … watch … FUCK YEAH! … you and … Dad ….” To be continued ….

Foster Father My father had passed away when I was quite young. As a result, I was raised by my mother and two older sisters, as well as a nearby aunt. I guess it’s easy to see why I craved some male attention. My best friend was a classmate and neighbor, Michael. Mike and I constantly hung out together. I think I spent more time at his home than mine. Sometimes I would eat dinner there – then Mike, his dad, and I would play board games or cards. On occasion Mr. Davis would take us to San Francisco to see a Seals baseball game or a 49ers football game. I became quite attached to Mr. Davis and regarded him as the father I’d lost years earlier. As Mike and I entered our teen years, we began to explore sex together. We found some of his dad’s porn, and late one night, started masturbating together. Even though we were the same age, Mike seemed to know much more than I did. Mike was cut. I was uncut. As a result we were both curious about each other. Soon, we were taking turns stroking each other and making each other shoot heavy, thick loads of boycum. In the spring, Mike’s older brother Gary came to visit. He was in the Army and was being sent across country, so he had a ten-day leave before reporting to his new base. Mike’s mom had gone to Portland to visit her parents, so Mike, Gary, and Steve invited me to go camping with them for a weekend. My mom didn’t object, knowing a weekend away with “the guys” would be good for me. We got to the lake at dusk. We had a couple of two-person pup tents which we put up, even though we were planning on sleeping outdoors in our sleeping bags. The weather didn’t cooperate, however. By ten o’clock a cold, foggy drizzle had settled in. Mike’s dad suggested Gary and Mike share one tent, while he and I shared the other. 32 • Foster Father

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They disappeared into their tent and Mr. Davis and I settled into ours. He then suggested we connect the two bags together. That way, we could share a common larger bag and stay considerably warmer. Naturally I agreed and soon we were both stripped down to our tshirts and Jockey shorts and slipped into the warm bag together. We lay beside each other, making small talk, making plans for the next day, etc. Before long I was sound asleep, at ease with the world, with Mr. Davis by my side. Sometime later I awoke with a start. I was immediately aware that I had a hardon and someone was stroking me. My first thought was that maybe Mike had traded places with his dad. But it didn’t really feel like Mike’s hand. I had my back to whoever it was, and moaned softly and began to turn over. In the darkness I heard Mr. Davis’s voice, “Are you awake? Do you want me to stop?” By now I was on my back. I didn’t say anything in response to his questions. Instead, I moved my hand until it came to rest on the steel hard rod in Mr. Davis’ shorts. Now it was his turn to moan as I quickly pulled his slick, cut cock out of his fly and started copying the movements he was making on my dick. He was larger than Mike and me, and his balls felt huge in the palm of my hand. They were covered with thick wiry hair, while Mike and I just had a soft, downy fur. We lay in the dark, beside each other, fondling, caressing, touching, and exploring. I became aware of the tremendous sexuality this older man was sharing with me. After several minutes, he spoke, “Mike says you like to suck cock.” “Wh … what?” I said. “He told you that?” “Yes, he tells me everything. Actually Mike and his brother have learned all about sex from me. Right now the two of them are probably over there fucking or sucking as we speak.” “I didn’t know,” I gasped. “He never said anything.” “Well, up to now, that’s been a secret for just my boys and me. Now you’ll also be a part of our secret. Gary told me that he’s already looking forward to fucking your tight ass. But for now, why don’t you get over here between my legs and wrap those lips of yours around my cock?” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I’d only gone down on Mike a couple of times, but that had been enough for me to know that I enjoyed the Foster Father • 33

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taste of cum. Frankly, I was looking forward to having Mr. Davis fill my mouth with his thick, salty spunk. As I unzipped the attached sleeping bags, he quickly pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his cotton shorts down his legs. I moved down between his outstretched legs and anxiously lowered my mouth to his swollen, hair-covered, ball sack. I licked the sensitive, wrinkled flesh until his entire scrotum glistened with a coat of my saliva. Then, in a gasping whisper he said, “Now my cock. Suck my cock. Wrap those sweet lips around my cock.” I licked my way from his balls, up the firm, throbbing shaft, then quickly lowered my lips over his velvety smooth cockhead. I felt the ridge pop through my sucking lips. I moved lower down the shaft. He began pumping upward, pistoning into my hot, wet mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and held me, fucking my mouth. With each upward stroke, more of his magnificent, swollen dick slipped between my lips. Soon, my nose and lips were being pushed into his pubic hair, and his balls were pressed against my chin. I loved what he was doing to me. I knew I belonged to him and would gladly do anything he asked of me. All too soon, I felt the familiar throbbing begin in his cock shaft. The full, slippery, leaking head got even harder and throbbed. I recognized his impending orgasm just as I had his son’s two days earlier. Suddenly, the first spurt struck the back of my throat. I pulled away just enough to encase the spurting head in my mouth. I wanted to taste and savor his cum. More creamy seed pumped across my slurping tongue into my mouth. Delicious. I didn’t want to swallow, but knew I must. His cum was so thick and creamy, rich, yet salty. He didn’t spurt with as much force as his son, but the funky flavor was certainly a family trait. After he had softened and pulled away, we rested. Then he said he wanted to reciprocate. We quickly traded places. My boner was still throbbing and leaking precum from the tip. He pulled the foreskin back along my shaft and lowered his lips to me. Mike had sucked me a couple of times, but his dad was an expert. He’d probably had years of experience. As he sucked, his saliva ran down my shaft, around my balls and down toward my asscrack. He stopped sucking and pushed my legs up toward my chest. Then, he started licking my asscrack and finally found the wrinkled, sensitive rosebud opening to my body. 34 • Foster Father

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I was moaning. I had no idea my ass could be such a sensitive area. His tongue pushed into me, fucked me. Then he found my cock again and started sucking. At the same time he pushed a couple of fingers into my spit-lubricated ass. He finger fucked me in tempo with his sucking. Soon, I was totally out of control. Writhing, squirming, moaning, I shot spurt after spurt of boycum down his throat. His lips wrapped tightly around my cock. He groaned in appreciation of the load I was pumping into him. A few minutes later, he was lying beside me, cradling me in his arms, as we fell asleep. §

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raised ass and pushed forward. Both men moaned in pleasure as Mr. Davis started moving slowly inside his son. “Oh, God, Gary, your ass is so tight and hot.” “Dad, your cock is stretching me so wide – you’re in so deep. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me – cum in me.” Mike and I positioned ourselves on either side of them and watched spellbound as Mr. Davis’ cock disappeared then reappeared from Gary’s butt. I asked Mike, “Have you ever done that?” “Oh, sure,” he replied. “Dad and Gary both fuck me all the time. In fact, they both want to fuck you before we go home. But they promised me I could do you first.” I felt a tingle in my asshole. “It looks like fun,” I answered. “Then let’s do it,” Mike said. “Get on your knees and stick your butt up in the air. I’ll use some lube on my cock so it’ll slide in easier.” I did as he said, lying next to Gary with my butt exposed. I felt the warm, blunt tip of Mike’s cock pressing against my virgin hole. He pressed forward. The head slipped through my sphincter. I gasped in shock, not pain, as I felt this foreign intruder enter me for the first time. He started moving slowly, plowing deeper with each stroke. I was glad he wasn’t nearly as big as his father. But looking over at how much Gary was enjoying it, I knew I’d be able to take Mr. Davis, and hopefully, enjoy it as much as Gary was. Soon Mr. Davis was gasping, writhing, cumming inside his older son. Mike was now fucking me hard and fast, until he shuddered, buried the entire length of his dick in me, throbbed, spasmed and spurted deep inside me. Mr. Davis had pulled out of Gary and now Mike slowly withdrew from me. I thought maybe that would be it for a while, but Gary looked at me and smiled. I glanced down and saw his cock was still hard, and precum was leaking from the tip. Silently, he disappeared behind me. Then suddenly he was inside me. His cock was thicker and longer than Mike’s. He explored deeper within me. All too soon he was cumming. I could feel his balls press against my asscheeks as he exploded in me. Then, satisfied, he pulled out and away. The storm continued to pound outside and we decided to pack up and head home that afternoon. But before we did, Mr. Davis wanted to fuck me. He had me lie on my back and raise my legs. He entered my tender butt slowly and gently and fucked me lovingly, deeply and 36 • Foster Father

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tenderly. As he made love to me, Mike and Gary got on either side of my head, and I took turns sucking one, then the other. Mike came in my mouth. Then Gary straddled my chest, placed the head of his cock at my lips and jacked off into my open mouth. I continued to have sex with the Davis family for several years. After Gary was discharged from the Army, he got married and moved away. But whenever he came to visit his family, we would sneak away for a couple of hours and I’d suck him off and give him my ass to fuck. Mike eventually went away to college. But even then, Mr. Davis and I continued to meet and play. Although I took great delight performing for him, he, too, thoroughly enjoyed sucking my young juices from me and he allowed me to fuck him repeatedly. Looking back, I’m sure glad my mom let me go camping that weekend.

Pumping Up by Jody Watson I had recently joined a new gym and was trying to pump up my pecs and biceps. I wanted to make the football team at school next year, but Coach had told me I was really going to have to bulk up before he’d put me on the team. “You’re fast, Watson. And that’s good,” he told me. “But if you don’t get some more meat on those bones, the big guys’ll crush you to a pulp.” Fortunately, I really enjoyed going to the gym. Although it was officially a co-ed gym, there were hardly ever any girls there. It was a real “guy” place. And that was a good thing. A lot of times, I’d be in the middle of my workout and my cock would flop out the leg of my shorts. I guess I should have been wearing a jock, but none of the other guys seemed to bother. I figured I’d have to talk to Mom about getting me some new workout shorts. My favorite yellow ones were getting to be way to small. I had been wearing them for the past two years, and I guess I had done a lot of growing in that time. Unfortunately, none of that growing had been in my chest and arms. But a lot of growing had taken place between my legs. I was sort of proud that for a kind of skinny little guy, I had developed a big, fat cock and a pair of balls to match. I just wished they were easier to stuff into my yellow shorts. Pumping Up • 37

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As I was struggling into my shorts, I looked over my shoulder and thought I saw him wink at me. I kind of smiled back at him, and he nodded his head in greeting, then disappeared into the weight room. I noticed that I wasn’t the only one at the gym that needed new workout shorts. This guy had on a pair of red trunks that were so tight I could see his cock and balls bulging out the leg opening. Once I finished packing myself into my shorts, I headed for the weight room. The older guy was still there on the weight bench, just finishing a few reps. He had started to sweat, and his muscles really gleamed under the thin coat of perspiration. I stood there staring at him for a few seconds, then he sat up on the bench and said, “Hey, son. How’s it goin’?” My mouth was dry, but I managed to croak out, “Hey, mister. I’m Jody.” “Hi, Jody. Ross Owens. You been working out here long?” “A couple of weeks, I guess,” I answered. “Oh, that explains why I haven’t seen you around. I’ve been out of town.” I went on to explain to Mr. Owens about how I wanted to be on the football team and that’s why I started working out. He offered to help me out and show me a few routines I could use to get more out of my time at the gym. “Let’s see how much you can lift, Jody,” he said getting up off the weight bench. I took his place. The bench was still warm and kind of sticky from his sweat. As he passed by me, I could smell his manly scent. I felt my cock starting to stir in my shorts. Down, boy, I thought. I had enough trouble keeping it in my shorts when it was soft. I didn’t know what would happen if I started throwing a boner. Mr. Owens had me lie down on the bench. He removed some of the weights from the barbell. “Let’s start you off with a hundred pounds. Does that sound about right, Jody?” he asked. “Yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing,” I answered, reaching up for the bar. “I’m going to spot you, just to be safe. Grab the bar, lift it straight up, then bring it down to your chest.” I did like he said as I watched his crotch come into view over my face. I was really getting a good look at his nutsac, the way it pushed Pumping Up • 39

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out of the sides of his trunks, but what was really getting to me was the aroma wafting down from his crotch. It was sweaty and musky and funky. I could feel my pud start to thicken again. I tried to concentrate on lifting the barbell, but all I could think about was Mr. Owens’ packed crotch. I groaned as I lifted the weights. “That’s great, Jody,” he said. “Can you feel it in your biceps?” “Uh huh,” I grunted out as I thrust the barbell straight up from my chest. That wasn’t the only place I could feel it. Much to my embarrassment, I could feel my cock starting to snake out the waistband of my shorts, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I couldn’t drop the barbell, and even if I did, Mr. Owens would for sure notice my hardon if I tried to stuff it back inside my shorts. I could only hope that he’d keep his mind on spotting me and not notice the drooling head of my cock pressing against my bare belly. I hefted the barbell back into the air again. “Good boy!” said Mr. Owens. “You’re doing a great job, Jody.” I glanced up at him, and to my surprise, noticed that the head of his cock had escaped his shorts, just like mine. It had gotten hard and pushed its way out the left leg opening of his trunks. There was even the tiniest silver drop of precum poised at the tip. Mr. Owens was getting turned on too! “You can let go now, son. Jody … Jody! It’s OK to let go now.” I had been so mesmerized by Mr. Owens’ hardon, I hadn’t noticed that he had lifted the barbell back into the bar catch above the weight bench. “Oh … uh … sorry,” I said. Mr. Owens came around and straddled the bench in front of me. I sat up right. Our knees were almost touching. “Do older guys turn you on, son?” he asked very quietly as he rubbed his hand over the darkening mushroom head of his cock. I hadn’t really ever given it much thought up to that point. All I could say in response was, “You turn me on, Mr. Owens. Your big, strong muscles, the way you smell ….” “My big, hard cock?” I blushed all over again and looked at the floor. “Yeah … I guess so. That too.” “Say it, Jody. I want to hear you say it.” I looked back up at him and said, “And your big, hard cock, too. I like your big, hard cock.” Pumping Up • 41

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Mr. Owens chuckled. “Well it looks like you’ve got a pretty big cock yourself, for a little guy like you.” That just made me blush more. He leaned over and put his hands on my knees. “Why don’t we hit the locker room. I’ll show you some ‘exercises’ we can’t do out here.” We both stuffed as much of our hardons into our shorts as we could, and I followed him back to the locker room like a lost puppy. When we got inside, he shut the door and locked it. “What if someone else wants to come in?” I asked. “You really are new to this gym, aren’t you, kid,” he said. “Those boneheads are gonna be out there all afternoon cruising each other. Besides, they know what it means when the locker room door’s shut. We’ll be OK as long as we don’t take too much time.” From the sound of it, I had a lot to learn about working out at the gym. Mr. Owens wrapped his big arms around my shoulders and gave me a kiss right on the lips. As if that wasn’t surprising enough, he then pushed his tongue into my mouth. I thought I’d cream my shorts right there, but before I did, he broke the kiss and we separated. “You like big muscles, huh, kid?” he asked. “Yes, Mr. Owens.” “Now that we’re getting to know each other better, Jody, why don’t you call me Uncle Ross?” “OK … Uncle Ross.” It sounded funny at first, but I knew I would get used to it. He pulled his trunks off, and then pushed mine down over my hips. We stood with our hardons pressing up against each other. “You know, if you keep working out, you’ll have big muscles like these to go with your big cock,” Uncle Ross laughed. He flexed his bicep for me, and I couldn’t help myself; I had to kiss it. Then I started licking it, and before I knew what was happening, I was licking him all over – even his crotch and his asscrack. “Fuck, Jody! You’re a natural. You’ve never done any of this shit with another guy before?” “No, sir,” I responded. “But I wanna do it with you. I wanna do anything you tell me to.” “That’s the spirit son,” he said. “You just let your ol’ Uncle Ross show you how to take care of a man.” “Tell me what to do,” I begged. Pumping Up • 43

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“You ever been fucked up the ass, son?” “You mean cornholed? No, Uncle Ross. Some of the guys at school are always joking about it, though,” I said. “Believe me, son, it’s nothing to joke about. I wanna get my rod planted up your ass in the worst way. It’s probably gonna hurt you a little at first, but I think you’ll really like it once you get used to it.” Uncle Ross did everything he could to get me ready for his big fuckstick. He lay down on the bench in the locker room, and while I sucked his big cock to get it wet, he licked and sucked and spat on my butt hole, all the time working his fingers in and out. He had me loosened up and ready to take my first fuck pretty quickly. “OK, baby,” he said. “I think the easiest way for us to do this is going to be for you to squat down right on my pole. Now bring that sweet ass of yours up here and let’s get you fucked!” I stood up and straddled his hips. I slowly began to squat down over his hard cock. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hand and spread them apart as I felt the wet tip of his rod touch my quivering hole. I looked into his eyes, and he nodded. I bent my legs a little more. I could feel the head of his cock began to enter me. I slid down a little more and felt some resistance. I didn’t think it would go in, but Uncle Ross told me to take a deep breath. When I did, he thrust up with his hips. His fat cockhead popped inside me. I gasped! I felt a sharp pain, but it was immediately followed by a warm glow that radiated through my whole body. I slowly slid the rest of the way down into his lap. “When you feel like you’re ready, Jody, I want you to put your feet up here …” he tapped his thighs, “… and let your weight rest on my cock.” I did as he told me. He leaned forward and said, “Oh yeah, baby. Ride Uncle Ross’s big cock. Lemme pump you full!” Then he kissed me again with his tongue. I ground my tongue against his as I ground my ass on his rod. It was incredible, and before I knew what was happening, I felt him going off in my hole. The throbbing of his cock as he unloaded inside me pushed me over the edge; I spunked all over his muscular belly. My legs were too weak to walk. He carried me into the shower and washed all the cum off of both of us. He even stuck a finger or two up my asshole to make sure he got all of his cum out of there. I was glad I not only had a new work out buddy, but also a new uncle who was willing to teach me all about pumping up. Pumping Up • 45

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The Homecoming by Bryan Daniels I almost didn’t recognize Tyler when he knocked on my front door. He’s my son, but I could count on two hands the number of times I’ve seen him in the last ten years. That was his mother’s doing. She brought him up in a small town in western Colorado and kept blinders on him when it came to everything related to the real world. When he got a little older, he went off to Texas on a mission for his church. He had written me several letters, and I wrote him back and sent him a little money. His letters were full of examples of how he was growing spiritually and calls to me to repent and change my life. I politely wrote back that I was proud of the good that he was doing, although personally I had my doubts that he was really doing that much good. “Dad, can I stay here for a while?” he asked as he stood in the doorway. “Of course,” I answered. “Is your mission over?” “It is for me.” “Did you run away?” “Dad, guys my age don’t run away. I left early.” “Does your mother know where you are?” “No.” “Well you best call her and let her know.” “I can’t, Dad. I left my mission early! It’s too embarrassing.” “I’ll call her so she won’t worry. And I won’t make you talk to her.” When I got off the phone, he was already in the shower. His clothes smelled like they’d been on him for five days so I threw them in the washer. “How’d you get up here from Texas?” I asked after he got out of the shower. I live in St. Louis and couldn’t imagine how he got here. “Hitchhiked.” Tyler refused to tell me why he left, only that he couldn’t go back. The next day we went out and bought him some new clothes. Then he went out and got a job waiting tables. I even got him a date with Lisa, a hot girl from work, and told him he could bring her home afterwards if he wanted. “You mean for sex?” he asked. “That’s how dates are supposed to end, isn’t it?” “No, Dad. I don’t do that.” The Homecoming • 51

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“Well, I think Lisa does, so you’re welcome to bring her home if you want.” I was awake when they got home. I stayed in my bedroom and watched them in the living room through my slightly ajar door. Right off the bat Lisa pulled off her blouse and her bra. Tyler touched her breasts cautiously. Lisa unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt while he petted her breasts. Then she stood up and pulled off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties! She pushed Tyler’s head towards her crotch and whispered, “Lick my clit.” “Your what?” “My clit.” “What’s that?” “My clitoris. Don’t you know what a clitoris is?” “No.” Then Lisa made her mistake: she laughed. Tyler went beet red and said that maybe she should go. She apologized for laughing, but the damage was done. Tyler buttoned up his shirt and escorted her home. I was in bed when he got back. I expected him to come into my room to talk to me, but he didn’t. I threw on my robe and walked into his room. He was getting ready for bed, and was only wearing his boxers. “I don’t think she meant to be mean,” I offered. “It’s for the best. God saved me from making a mistake.” “No, He didn’t. You just got embarrassed. I should have told her about your lack of experience. I’m sure she’d love to try again.” “Dad, I don’t know anything about sex. I don’t know what to do with a girl.” I pushed him onto the bed and pulled off his boxers. “What are you doing?” he asked in a panicked voice. “Just shut up and learn. Right here is where a woman’s clitoris is,” I said as I rubbed the spot above the base of his cock. “Wet your index finger and gently rub this to get her hot. Then lean down and rub your tongue over it.” I leaned down and licked through his pubes at his imaginary clit. My robe was getting in the way so I threw it off. “While you are licking her clit take your hand and wet your fingers and slide them inside her pussy. Pull your legs up a little.” I took one wet finger and slid it into his butt hole – he was very tight. I kept my face in his pubic bush and my finger up his butt until his cock got very 52 • The Homecoming

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hard. “You see how hot this gets you? It does the same to her. This is called foreplay and it’s very important. But before you ever get to this point, you’ve got to work on her top half. It’s the breasts that will either make or break you. You have to get her so hot and bothered she can’t help herself.” I had Tyler sit up on the bed and I sat behind him and wrapped my legs around his waist. I began to slowly pet Tyler’s pecs. “Lots of guys make their first mistake in letting the girl keep her bra and blouse on when they work her tits. You’ve got to get your hands on bare flesh to get her in the mood.” Tyler’s like me – no chest hair and a very lean, chiseled torso. It felt so natural stroking his smooth, athletic chest. I rotated his nipples between my fingers while I licked the back of his neck. Then I pulled up tight behind him and rubbed my cock against the small of his back. “Let her feel your hard cock against her; it’ll get her hot.” As I licked his left ear and toyed with his tits, I rubbed my meat up and down along his back. “Before you head south of the border always suck her tits.” I came around from the back and started licking Tyler’s left nipple. As I tongued his tit, I rubbed my stomach up and down over his cock. The boy was ripe for the plucking, and I was glad to be doing my part. I lightly chewed on his right tit and then rolled my tongue across it to make it feel even better. I kissed down to his tight abs and then licked down into his pubic hair again. “Then you can move on to licking her clit, but I usually like to wait. Move down to her toes and work your way up.” I sucked on Tyler’s big toe and then licked between each toe on one foot and then the other. When I got up to his ankles, Tyler was writhing with pleasure. I’d intended for this to be a quick overview session but it occurred to me that what Tyler most desperately needed was that first sexual experience to get him over the hump. If he went so far as to have sex with his old man, he’d surely be game for something as tame as fucking Lisa. I’m bisexual enough to have enjoyed the pleasures of many other men, so going all the way with my son was going to be no problem. “By now your cock is probably busting with desire, so it’s time to go in for the kill.” I wrapped my mouth around his blood-engorged cockhead and slid down his pole. Tyler showed no sign of discomfort or concern, so I swallowed as much of his pole as I could take. I petted his strong thighs as I dined on his manhood. “Always make sure that you date The Homecoming • 53

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girls who will suck cock,” I advised. “Getting your cock sucked is too fun to pass up.” I sucked hard on his knob and nearly made him blow his top. To keep his seed inside, I moved to his balls. Tyler had really nice, low-hanging nuts. From his testicles I licked under his body and over to his ass. I pushed my tongue up into his hole and then put my fingers back inside. “This is called rimming. Most girls won’t do this. Most guys will. So if you’re ever with a guy, take advantage of it.” I got out a condom, stretched it over his pecker and straddled his body. I almost always top with guys, but I wasn’t sure that Tyler was ready to take it up the ass, so I made the sacrifice and lowered myself onto his meat. Tyler had his eyes closed and looked so turned on that I gutted the pain in my ass and slid the rest of the way down his pole. It hurt the whole way down, but when I got to the bottom there was something invigorating about the pain. I leaned down to kiss his pretty lips and he opened his eyes. “Dad, I shouldn’t be doing this. We need to stop.” “No point stopping now,” I responded. “We’re already fucking, so let’s just enjoy the ride.” He closed his eyes again and let me go up and down on him like a horse on a merry-go-round. All too quickly he blew his top, filling the condom with his white juice. I slowly pulled off his meat and then scooted forward. I rubbed my cock against his nipples while beating on it. Eventually I dumped my load of cream all over both his tits. As I lay next to him, I could tell that he was feeling a lot of guilt. I pulled his delicious body tight against mine and started probing again, only this time for information. “Why are you feeling bad?” “A month ago I was actively teaching people not to be having sex, and now here I am having sex, and with my own father at that!” “Tyler, we’re not hurting anyone. You’ve got a cock for a reason. You have needs for a reason – enjoy them.” “I’ve fallen so far.” “Maybe fallen isn’t the right word. Maybe you’ve learned so much is more accurate. Nothing about you is different just because you had sex for the first time.” “It’s not the first time,” Tyler said. “What?” “Please don’t ever tell anyone what I’m about to say. I had sex with one of my companions.” “Who?” 54 • The Homecoming

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“Missionaries travel in twos; they’re called companions. We both have the title of Elder. I had been with Elder Reese for a week and we were teaching this guy about chastity and he asked about pornography. So we told him not to mess with porn, especially internet porn, because it’s so available. He asked if we’d actually ever seen internet porn and we both admitted that we hadn’t. Then he said that we were hypocrites to be preaching against something we knew nothing about. He turned on his computer and brought some stuff up on the screen. Everything he had was gay porn, and he had pictures and movies and stuff of guys doing it. We stood there and looked at it for about fifteen minutes and then we left. “The apartment where we were staying was the only missionary apartment I had lived in where they had a double bed instead of two singles, so we slept together. That night in bed, while we were praying together before going to sleep, he reached over and grabbed my cock through my underwear. I asked him why he did that and he said, ‘haven’t you been wondering what another guy’s cock feels like?’ I sort of nodded my head and he said, ‘If you let me feel yours, I’ll let you feel mine.’” “Was this missionary buddy of yours cute?” “Very. Well, touching led to beating each other off, and then we sucked on each other’s cock. After we both came, we felt so guilty that we promised we’d never do that again and we’d completely forget that it had ever happened, so we wouldn’t have to confess to anyone. Our mistake was that we didn’t get up and shower and get into pajamas. We fell asleep right like that, naked and all.” “And when you woke up, you were horny again, so you went for it again, right?” “Yeah. For a while, each time we did it we promised that we’d never do it again, but we always did. For the four months that we were together we did it every day. One day we came nine times between us.” “How far did you go?” I asked. “All the way. We fucked each other.” “So why aren’t you still down there enjoying that hot boy’s body?” “He got transferred and I was actually glad, because it meant I could finally get my life in order and stop doing that.” “So what went wrong?” The Homecoming • 55

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“They sent in Elder Paulson as Reese’s replacement.” “Is he gay, too?” “No, very straight. He’s 6’ 6” and built like a stallion. He got a membership at the local YMCA, and every day we’d go down there and I’d see him in a swimsuit, and changing clothes in the locker room and naked in the shower, and … it was driving me nuts. He used to sleep on top of the covers because our air conditioner didn’t work real good. I’d lie there, after he’d gone to sleep, and stare at him. I’d stare at the outline of his cock in his underwear and want to touch it. Dad, I was on the verge of pulling it out of his underwear and sucking on it. If I had, he would have told on me, and I’d have been sent home in disgrace. “One day in the locker room I was so horny for him that when I saw this guy in his forties who had hit on me before, I snuck into a janitor’s closet with him and let him fuck me. A total stranger – and we didn’t even talk. He was staring at me and I nodded yes and he jerked his head towards the closet and we went in and he fucked me. I had to get away. So that’s when I took off. Dad, if I get away from Reese and Paulson, I think I can get over this thing.” “Tyler, the one person you can’t run away from is you. You’re supposed to fuck; it’s what guys do.” “I’m supposed to get married and stay faithful to one girl for the rest of my life,” he replied. “Tyler, I don’t think that’s going to happen. You like cock. It wouldn’t be fair to some girl to marry her when she’ll never make you happy.” “Dad, I can’t be gay.” He shook his head. “Denying that the sun is shining doesn’t change the fact that it is. You can be miserable and fight what you are, or you can relax and enjoy yourself.” “Do you mind that I might be gay?” he asked giving me a sidelong glance. “Not at all.” “No. I can’t be gay,” Tyler said with determination. “I’ve got to confess what I did and put this behind me.” “I’ll make a deal with you. You want to finish college right?” “Yes.” “Stay with me and go to school here. You’ve got three years left to graduate. For those three years experiment. Put your religion on 56 • The Homecoming

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hold and follow your heart. For three years completely let yourself be yourself. Then you can go back to your church again. Religions love those stories of a repentant sinner who’s seen the error of his ways and comes home. “You devoted two years of your life to your church; why not do the same for yourself? This is the time of life to let your cock have a lot of influence.” “I guess three years wouldn’t hurt that much.” “Good boy. Let’s start the three years right now.” I knelt next to his face and dangled my cock near his mouth. A wicked grin crossed his lips and he sucked it in. I reached down and stuck a finger inside his butt hole. It was very tight. It would be a lot of fun helping to loosen him up over the next three years.

Bathhouse Boink by Eddie D. A few years ago, I was a regular visitor to the gay baths in the big city near where I lived. At that time, I was working in a college town, but it wasn’t college twinks I was interested in. I figured that if I had to teach them how to suck and fuck and be comfortable with being gay, it wasn’t worth my time. It was hairy daddies I drooled over, and the gay sauna was where I would easily find hot, hairy, hunky daddies. So one Friday evening, I headed towards the sauna, horny after a stressful week. I deposited my knapsack in the locker provided, and stripped bare-assed. I took a look in the mirror – not too shabby. Naturally smooth with a Speedo tan line, solid legs and buns and a nicely developing chest from working out about three times a week. It was time to do the rounds. I made a beeline for the area where there would be the most action: the cubicles furthest away from the gaze of the staff. That’s where I saw him. Lying on a thin mat, which lay upon a crudely constructed bed, was the daddy of my wet dreams. He was stroking a thick, uncut dick with a cockhead the size of a plum – nice and red and dripping with precum. He cupped his big, hairy balls, and tweaked his nipples. His barrel chest was covered with salt-and-pepper hair, and he had a treasure trail leading from his chest down his hairy stomach, all the way to his thick, muscled legs, which were open and tensed up. Oh, man! Pay dirt! Bear meat! I thought. I quickly entered, stripped Bathhouse Boink • 57

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off my towel, and started stroking my uncut dick, which by now was ramrod straight and hard. “You’re uncut, too,” he said, sitting up and reaching to squeeze my dick and my nuts tightly in his large hands. He pulled my sac, stretching it between his fingers and squeezing my balls hard. He tugged at my nipples, producing two points of painful pleasure, and squeezed my pecs in his large hands. I started at the inside of his thighs, licking them till I reached his balls, wetting them and taking them in my mouth. It was an effort, but I loved stretching my mouth to accommodate him and twirling my tongue around his beefy balls. In the meantime, his hand went from my back to my upturned buns and down to my hole. He grazed it with his middle finger, and then shoved it in. I grimaced at his thick digit’s sudden intrusion. “What’s wrong, son?” he said. “Don’cha want my finger in there?” I nodded in reply. “You just need to relax,” Daddy Bear said. “Take a sniff.” He produced a bottle of poppers and put it under my left nostril. I needed no further prompting. I pinched the other nostril and took a deep breath. Wow! I felt the rush of the poppers. I started working on his thick cock, playing with his loose foreskin, licking his piss slit, and milking copious drops of sweet-salty precum from the end of his dick. I took about three-quarters of his length in my mouth, being careful not to scrape his cock with my teeth. He held my head in his hands and started to buck his hips. I opened up my mouth and let his dick slide in. I don’t know how I managed it, but the poppers just opened my throat up and I took all his thickness in my mouth. Daddy Bear started pumping my mouth and moaning. But when his balls started tightening, he immediately pulled out. “I don’t want to lose that load in your mouth. You look like you’re eager for a fuck,” he said. I nodded my agreement. His hands immediately went to my ass, and he began fingering my hole. I was breathing hard, especially after he had shoved three fingers in knuckle-deep. He held the brown bottle under my nose again. I breathed in deeply. This time he found I was much more accommodating. He spun me around quickly and pulled my rear end up to his face so that his mouth was plastered against my boy hole. The feeling of his 58 • Bathhouse Boink

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tongue going in deeply surrounded by his thick beard and mustache caused me to moan deeply. Frankly, I was afraid I was going to cum without getting the fucking I wanted so much. “Stop, please, sir! I don’t wanna cum so soon,” I moaned. “Sure,” he said, “this should stop ya from losing your load before I’ve given you mine.” Then I felt the sting of a slap on my upturned

asscheeks, followed by the other hand on my other cheek. This was followed by a loud “thwap!” on both butt cheeks. “Yeah, what a nice ass you have,” my bear daddy was saying as he kissed my hole and buried his tongue deep in me. It was an agonizingly delicious feeling, being spanked and rimmed at the same time. I held his thick cock at the base and pulled his foreskin back. His cockhead was wet and leaking. I reached for lube and slicked his pole. Sticking a finger between his loose foreskin and corona, I swirled my finger around his sensitive glans and played with his balls. They started tightening. He pulled me off his face. “Get on all fours, boy!” Daddy Bear said. “You’re really gonna get fucked now!” I quickly got on my knees, spread my legs apart, stuck my ass in the air and lowered my face to the bed. I could hear him take a deep hit from the popper bottle. He held it up to my face and Bathhouse Boink • 59

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directed me to breathe deeply. I did. As my heart beat faster and my head swam, he pulled my asscheeks apart and slammed his thick, long cock into my wet hole. A raw, pleasurable/painful feeling started around my hole and spread up my spine. “Oh, fuck!” Daddy Bear yelled, “Damn hot, tight ass!” I held still for a few seconds, allowing my boy hole to expand. He felt it give way and slowly slid his dick in. It pushed my hole apart, and I felt his hairy balls resting against my ass. The momentum increased, building up until his balls were slapping against mine. The full length of his cock went in. Then he pulled out all the way, leaving my hole open and empty. I felt it slam in again, and I moaned loudly, egging him on, “Fuck me, Daddy!” Well lubricated as my hole was, it slipped in easily. “Fucking pretty ass! Tight fucking hole milking my cock!” he grunted out. I squeezed my ass, clamping down on his dick. It slipped out, causing Daddy Bear to curse. He pushed my hips all the way down to the thin mat and slid on top of me. I felt his dick jam back into me. This time he had better control as he held my hips and used them as leverage. He pulled me closer to him. His cock went deeper into my hole, making me moan even louder and demand that he fuck me harder. He could tell from the grimace on my face that his dick was having an effect on me. “Yeah, ya like what I’m doing? Take all of my dick!” The air was thick with the smell of our rutting and it was stiflingly humid. I could feel the sweat trickle from my shoulders, down my back, and into my hole. His sweat mixed with mine, dripping constantly on my back to run down into the valley of my ass. Some of the sweat from his loins mixed with the sweat from my ass, his precum, and the lube, creating a hot, syrupy mix that his thick cock ground into my milking boycunt. “Fuck me! I wanna feel you deeper inside me!” I yelled in urgency. His dick torpedoed in and out. I sometimes felt the full thickness of his dick in me, at other times just his thick plum head. He would flex that thick cockhead just before burying his bone in my boyhole once more. “Oh, yeah! Goddamn! Making me cum!” Daddy Bear yelled. “You’re gonna make me lose my hot, fucking load, boy!” 60 • Bathhouse Boink

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I squeezed my sphincter, surrounding his cock like a snug, velvet glove, and then relaxed my fuckhole. He pushed all the way in, held my pelvis with his hands and gripped my hips, locking them tightly. He began breathing deeper and deeper, bucking and yelling a roar that could mean only one thing – he was cumming! He was giving me every drop of himself. And then I felt it: a stream of pure, hot, molten energy pouring into my hole. His cum splattered against the walls of my ass; some of it trickled back where Daddy Bear’s dick dammed the cum flow. He rode my ass for a couple more minutes, while his daddy cock softened and slipped from me. I felt a few drops of cum drip out of my ass. “You still haven’t cum yet,” he said. “I wanna see that dick of yours shoot, son.” I turned toward Daddy Bear and kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. It tasted sweet – faintly of cigars and bourbon. I pulled his left hand towards my nipples and squeezed them in his hands. He pulled them hard, producing that wonderful sensation that I knew would make me cum. He slipped the other hand under me and once more found my hole. He slipped two fingers in, searching for my joy button. He grazed it and I moaned. I began wanking off with more urgency, and the combination of my ass, nipples, and dick brought me closer to the explosion of cum I desired. I felt my left nipple being twisted again, and looked up only to see that his teeth were stretching it. His mouth went to my other nipple, and I felt his other hand squeezing my balls. That was it. My balls tightened in his hand and he shoved his fingers deeper into my hole, pressing my button. I clamped my ass on his fingers and came with a strangled yell, shooting white arcs across his hairy chest and stomach. I started to breathe again, relaxing the grip on my dick. His fingers slipped out of my hole, and Daddy Bear cradled my face, bringing it closer to his. We kissed, slipping our tongues together and tasting each other. “How was it?” he asked. “Did you like it?” I gave him a look of complete exhaustion and incredulity. He chuckled with a laugh that was warm and friendly. “I’m Dave,” he said, extending his hand to shake mine. I kissed him on the mouth instead. “Ed here,” I replied. “Gawd, that was exactly what I needed.”

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He smiled broadly and patted my ass as I got off the bed and searched for my towel. As I was exiting the room, he said, “Ya wanna shower with Dad, son?” I nodded eagerly. Wrapping his towel around himself, he said, “Let’s see what comes up next,” and we left together to clean up for round two.

Dan the Handyman by Sierra As I walked up the driveway to my house I could see Dan’s muscular legs sticking out from under Dad’s old Chevy in the garage. He was wearing his well-worn, shit-kicking work boots, a greased-up t-shirt, and his cut off jeans. Dan had been our handyman ever since I could remember, doing odd jobs around the property from time to time. He was a really nice man with outdoorsy, rugged looks, a nice, tight, muscular body, and dark hair that was always disheveled. Growing up I spent a lot of time with him. I think I had probably spent more time with Dan than I did my own Dad. “Hi, Dan,” I yelled. “Hey, Sammy. How’s it going?” his deep voice echoed from under the car. “Hey, hand me that quarter-inch wrench from my tool box, will ya?” Dan’s thick arm stuck out from under the car, and as I put the wrench into his hand I could see up the loosely fitting leg of his cut offs. “Thanks,” he said as he took the wrench. Dan never wore any underwear and I could clearly see up his cut offs. One of his hairy balls and a little bit of his fat schlong were lying limp against his thigh. I could feel the blood rushing into my own cock. Ever since I had started to get sexual feelings, I felt an attraction to Dan. Just then Mom came out on the porch with two tall glasses of lemonade. “Sammy, here’s some lemonade for you and Dan,” she called to me. Hoping the bulge in my jeans wouldn’t show, I went up to the porch, where she handed me the two glasses. As I went back into the garage, Dan was sliding out from under the Chevy on the dolly. As he bent his legs to pull himself out, I could look up his loosely fitting cut offs and clearly see his whole cock and both balls. My cock immediately went to semi-hard again. As Dan reached for his glass he gave me a big smile, looked down at his crotch and 62 • Dan the Handyman

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back at me again, giving me a wink of his eye. I was somewhat taken aback. I wasn’t sure if he had caught me eyeing him. “Thanks, Sammy,” he said as he put the glass to his lips, “Your mom sure knows how to make the best lemonade.” We sat and talked while drinking our lemonade and Dan said to me, “You certainly have grown to be a fine young man. I bet all the girls fight over you.” Somewhat embarrassed I said, “No, I haven’t really noticed the girls all that much. I guess they think I’m kind of cute.” “Well, you had better watch yerself with that muscular young body of yours. I would think you could have your pick of any one of them you wanted,” he said with a big smile on his greased-up face. “Hey, I need to go into town to pick up some wiper blades for your dad’s Chevy. You want to take a ride with me?” “Sure. Let me go tell Mom I’m going with you,” I said as I took his empty glass and ran up to the house. On the ride into town I couldn’t keep my eyes off his huge hands holding onto the steering wheel. His thick legs were spread wide apart, and my heart pounded when I thought of the piece of man meat hanging between his legs. All the way into town I could feel my thick cock pressing up against my tight jeans as I imagined what it would be like to grab ahold of his manly tool. Damn, I thought to myself, Dan is a hot fuckin’ man. Once in the auto store, Dan ordered the wipers and asked me to wait for them, saying, “Sammy, I’m going over to pick up a six-pack. I’ll meet you at the car when you get the wipers.” As Mr. Johnson emerged from the back room and handed me the wipers, he looked out the window and said, “You and Dan better git goin’. Radio said we’re in for a heavy thunderstorm.” I looked out and could see the wind was blowing all kinds of things around in the street, and the sky was starting to darken. Dan and I jumped in the car. He put the six-pack on the back seat, and we drove off as the sky darkened over with some heavy duty rolling clouds. Just outside of town we could see lightning cracking overhead and hear the claps of thunder. Then all of a sudden it started to hail and the road was immediately covered with the quarter inch balls of ice. The trees along the road were bending to the strong winds as the lightning and thunder got more intense. “I think we better take cover at my place,” Dan said, turning off the road. “It isn’t a good Dan the Handyman • 63

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idea to drive in this.” We turned up a dirt road and in a clearing was Dan’s old trailer. By this time it had started to rain heavily and we got soaked as we ran from the car to the trailer. Once inside Dan directed me to his phone in the back bedroom of his trailer and said, “You better call your mom and tell her you’re going to kick back here for a while until this blows over. But don’t stay on the phone too long. Not a good idea to be talking on the phone while the lightning is cracking overhead.” While I was on the phone he threw me a towel. As I hung up, I could feel the trailer shaking from the wind as the storm intensified. Dan came back in the bedroom and handed me a can of beer. He lay back on the bed, his wet t-shirt clinging to him. I wanted to put my head on his well-defined chest and start sucking on his protruding nipples right through his wet shirt while I laid my hand on the outline of his thick cock. My cock pressed tight against my wet jeans. Just then I heard the door to the trailer blow open. “Hey, Dan!” a deep voice called from the living room. “Yo, Mike. We’re in here.” Dan yelled to the voice. Then appearing at the doorway of the bedroom was a soaking wet hunk of a man, 6’ 2” wearing overalls and a lineman’s helmet dripping with rainwater. “Man,” said the figure, “I can’t work in this weather. It’s rough out there.” “Get yourself a beer from the fridge,” Dan instructed, “We’re just waiting out the storm. This here is Sammy, Bob’s boy.” “Hi, Sammy. I’m Mike, Dan’s friend,” he said as he took off his helmet to expose a crop of curly, dark hair that matched his deep set dark eyes. Mike went into the other room and when he returned he was gulping his beer and said, “Hey, Dan, I need a shower. Been working since six this morning and I gotta get out of these wet clothes.” To my amazement, Dan said, “Sure thing. Think I’ll join ya.” He then said, “Sammy why don’t you come into the bathroom while we shower?” I was startled. Not only was he open about taking a shower with his buddy, but he also invited me to sit on the john and talk to them while they showered. I followed both of them into the bathroom and watched in total amazement as they shed their clothes: two fucking incredible hunks of manhood stripping naked before me. Once again, the blood rushed to my cock as I looked at the huge piece of meat that was hanging between Mike’s thighs. I got wide eyed as I saw Dan’s 64 • Dan the Handyman

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cock and balls. They both noticed me looking, and I caught them giving one another a wink. After regulating the water, Mike climbed into the shower and Dan followed. They kept the shower door open, and I watched them soap one another up. I couldn’t believe my eyes, especially as they soaped up one another between the legs. With a chuckle they said in unison, “Hey, Sammy. Why don’t you come join us?” With a semi-hard cock I undressed quickly and climbed in between the two soaped up men. I could see their dicks had also swollen and were no longer just limp pieces of man meat. As I climbed between them, my dick pressed up against Mike’s thigh. With the three of us in the tiny shower there wasn’t much room to move about. I could feel Dan’s body pressing up against my back and his growing cock was pushing into my butt crack. Mike soaped me from the front and Dan soaped me from the back and both of them reached between my legs. Their hands were grabbing at my asshole and my balls, and then Mike slid his soap-slippery hand down on my hardon. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Mike had his cock up against my stomach and was moving his hips in a pumping motion. It was too much for me to handle. I let out a yell and shot a load of cum all over Mike’s thighs. “Hey, boy,” laughed Dan. “We’re just getting started. But I know you have more where that came from.” Mike leaned over me and kissed Dan hard right on the lips. Their bodies were pressed up tightly up against me and both were pumping their massive cocks against me while their mouths locked onto one another. Then one after the other they said, “You gonna do it?” “Yeah. You?” “Yeah! Here it comes!” “Ahhh!” came from deep within their throats. And with that, I could feel both bodies vibrating recklessly against me. Hot loads of cum splashed against my chest and on my back. The two men wrapped their arms tightly around one another with me sandwiched in between. After rinsing off and toweling dry, the three of us went into the bedroom. Dan got us another round of beers and climbed into bed with Mike and me. Even though we had just showered, I could still smell the strong male musk coming from them. The warmth of their bodies touching mine caused my cock to grow hard again, and I could feel both of theirs growing, too. Mike turned and pushed my body so Dan the Handyman • 65

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that I was facing Dan and said, “It’s my turn to feel this young butt against my cock, Dan.” “Sure thing,” said Dan. “It’s all about men sharing with one another. You OK, Sammy?” “Oh, yeah, Dan. I’m perfectly fine.” I could feel Dan’s cock pressing between my legs against my nutsac as Mike’s massive dick worked between my butt cheeks. My hardon met Dan’s. He reached down, grabbed both of them, and started stroking so that the heads of our cocks rubbed up against one another. My body shuddered as Dan’s massive cockhead rubbed against mine. Surges of electric-like energy shot through my body as I felt Mike’s cockhead pressing up against my young rosebud puckerhole. I heard him spit on his hand and then felt him rub it against my hole. “Relax,” he said. I could feel my hole pulsating as I was going to get fucked for the first time. Then he spat again, and I could tell he was rubbing it on his cock. He pressed against my twitching hole and said, “You ready for this, Sammy?” “Oh, yeah,” came a voice deep within my throat. “Go for it,” said Dan. “Relax,” Mike instructed. “Relax and just let it happen.” With that Dan moved his body down so his face was at my crotch. He grabbed my balls and started to gently pull on them with one hand. With his other hand he started to gently pinch my left nipple. He took my whole cock down his throat all at once as Mike pressed his dick past my tight butt hole. Dan was giving me so much pleasure, I could easily tolerate the initial sharp pain of Mike penetrating me. I let out a yelp as I felt Mike’s rock hard rod work itself deep inside me. Dan’s hot, wet mouth wrapped tightly around my cock. My balls tightened and I felt like I was going to shoot another load. But when Dan pulled hard on my balls, all I could feel was Mike’s massive dick pumping slowly inside me rubbing up against my pleasure nut. My whole body was tingling with intense feelings that I had never experienced before. I didn’t want them to stop. Although the storm had gotten worse outside, I was totally unaware of it. My cock was stone hard – harder than it had ever been, and Dan was working it deep into his throat. My whole body was trembling as if I was having a seizure. 66 • Dan the Handyman

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“Fuckin’ this boy now …” grunted Mike as his cock pumped inside me. Dan rammed his head down on my cock so that it was all the way down the back of his throat. He started to gag. His saliva had thickened and made the sucking feel even more sexually intense. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and even though Dan had pulled my balls hard I could feel the cum load well up in them. My stomach muscles tightened. Mike yelled, “He’s about to erupt, Dan! Take that young cum, buddy!” With that, Mike rammed his cock deep inside me. My eyes widened and I could hear myself screaming out, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me! Fuckin’ man’s cock up my ass! Fuck me, Mike!” Then all of a sudden my cock exploded, and pulsating wads of cum were shooting down Dan’s throat. I could feel him gulping down my cum. Mike screamed, pumping me harder. Then I could felt his cock pulsing ropes of cum deep up my hole as his body undulated against me. He was yelling out, “Yeah! Take it, boy! Fuck, yeah! Ramming my cock up your hole. Take it, boy!” As Dan gulped down the last drizzles of my cum, I became aware that he was jacking his cock. Then I felt hot splashes of spunk shoot against my legs. The smell of musk mixed with the smell of cum and filled the room. My cock went limp in Dan’s mouth, but he just let it hang there. At the same time I felt Mike’s cum oozing out of me as his thick cock was slipping out of my well-fucked hole. The storm outside was nowhere near as intense as the storm that had just raged among the three of us. After Mike’s cock slipped completely out of me, the three of us just lay there panting until we fell into a relaxed state. I rested my head on Dan’s chest and felt Mike wrap his arms around both of us, cradling us against him. It was no time before I was fast asleep. To be continued ….

Stayin’ Over with Unk Unk was more like a granddad to me than an uncle. He’s my dad’s oldest brother and had sort of filled in for my father, who died when I was very young. There was a seventeen-year age difference between Stayin’ Over with Unk • 67

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them. If Unk had a proper name, it never occurred to me to ask. He was just Unk to me. Unk had no children of his own. In fact, he had never married. He and my mom had remained good friends after my father’s death, and he lived close by. Mom and I lived about ten miles inland, but Unk lived in a fishing village right on the ocean. He had worked most of his early life fishing, and later worked in a cannery until his retirement. He still fished with his buddies as a regular hobby. Unk was popular and had friends of all ages. Most loved listening to his tales of the sea and fishing experiences, me included. I often stayed over at Unk’s place, since Mom worked the late shift as a waitress. If it wasn’t a school night she would let me sleep over. I liked the coziness of Unk’s seaside bungalow. I enjoyed the scent of his cigar and the burning coals from the potbellied stove that warmed the main living area. The stove was so big, it barely left room for an overstuffed chair and Unk’s rocker. A short bar with a couple of barstools separated the living area from the kitchen. Unk usually sat in his old wooden rocker with a cigar hanging from his lower lip, while he peeled an apple with his jackknife. I was always afraid his cigar would fall, land in his lap, and set him on fire. Unk’s lap was of concern to me, because I was aware of the bulge that was always quite prominent whether he was sitting or standing. His well worn pants didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. His bedroom was an addition that Unk and his buddies had built as a lean-to on the back of the main structure. Unk always kept the door closed, so when I went to bed, the room was cold. In spite of the pile of covers, I’d shiver for several minutes until my body heat warmed the sheets and blankets. After I was tucked in bed, he would always bring me several slices of the apple he had peeled and kiss me on the forehead before going back to his rocker to read or watch television. I was grateful that he left the door ajar, allowing a little heat and light into the room as I drifted off to sleep. I always woke up when Unk crawled into bed and wrapped his large, hairy, warm body around mine. His crotch pressed against my butt and his prominent bulge stirred and grew hard against me in his small bed. 68 • Stayin’ Over with Unk

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I figured he liked having me as a bed warmer when I stayed over, so he didn’t have to crawl into a cold bed and warm it up himself. Being so close to the sea, there was almost always a damp feel to the room no matter the time of year. Unk’s huge arms hugged me tightly to his furry chest and stomach, filling me with warm, pleasurable sensations. My dick would become solid as a rock. Unk would soon wrap his heavy thigh over my narrow legs, and start a rocking motion that eventually allowed his manhood to escape from the fly of his boxers and slip between my quivering thighs. I would lay still and silent as though I were asleep, but I knew Unk was fully aware that I wasn’t. Soon he would be pressing and pulling back as his hot man muscle slid in and out between my smooth thighs. I learned to squeeze my legs together as his rhythm picked up, and it never failed to make him let out a soft moan of gratification. Then his hand would gently slide down my stomach and his fingers would gently brush my stiff erection before taking hold of it through the fabric of my underwear. My body would tingle and I would twitch as I enjoyed the closeness of the person I idolized. Our unspoken love fulfilled and satisfied both our desires. The feel of Unk’s firm fingers as they teased my excited member made me gasp. I tried to make the sensations last as long as I possibly could. But whenever he would slide his fingers inside my tight underwear and graze my firm, hard balls, I would lose control. Unk would sense my imminent ejaculation, and with one hand he would quickly pull the waistband of my undies down to avoid my firing my load inside them. I soon figured out he did that so Mom would have no embarrassing questions. With his bare fingers caressing my exposed nuts and touching the base of my pecker, I would cry out uncontrollably as I reached the peak of my pleasure. Unk would immediately follow with his powerful, manly explosion, firing his warm seed out across the sheets from between my tightly clenched thighs. The aroma of his spunk always wafted to my nostrils like a dessert to my own intense climax. We would silently cuddle next to the pool of our mixed cum. Unk would always fall fast asleep. His breathing was heavy and he sometimes snored. Stayin’ Over with Unk • 69

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I would take the opportunity to pull the covers back and look at Unk’s softening man cock. Its shape and size fascinated me. He had a lot of loose skin that encased the head of his cock, unlike my own. It would still be damp and wet at the tip. Sometimes a pearl of his jizz would linger in the fold of his dick skin, right at the end. I would reach out and touch it, letting it coat my fingertip, then bring my hand up to smell it and taste it. I would get instantly hard again, longing for another release. As Unk peacefully slept, I would explore his flaccid man tool, touch his balls as softly as possible, and softly graze my fingers over his pubic hair. Touching him like that often brought me to another quick release, and I would spray the sheets a second time between his legs. I would then lie against him and peacefully fall asleep to the rhythm of his breathing. There were times when he would stir and change his position, making me wonder if he had felt my exploration. In the mornings I would wake to the smell of toast and bacon. Sleepy eyed, I would wander in to where Unk would be cooking or reading his paper. The curtains were usually still drawn, and my eyes would easily adjust to the dim light of the room. Unk was usually naked in the mornings. His cock lay out across his full, man-sized nuts, covered in hairs that surrounded the base of his semi-swollen pecker. His cock always looked half hard at this time of day. Not soft, but not all the way stiff, either. I would stare at it bobbling around as he walked about drinking his thick, black coffee and buttering our toast. My loins would tingle when I thought about what we had done the night before, but Unk and I didn’t talk a whole lot in the mornings. Soon after our breakfast, Unk would bring the large washtub out from the bedroom, and fill it with water he had heated on the potbellied stove. By that time, the room was toasty warm and I would strip out of my underwear and gently step into the tub. I sat with my knees curled up to my chest and waited for Unk to take the soap and start washing me. His rough hands and soft touch sent chills around my body. He would hand me the bar of soap and say, “Wash yourself good down there.” I think he knew I already had a boner and was diddling with it as his hands cascaded over my upper torso.

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We both knew our bath ritual needed to be completed before Mom came to pick me up. Otherwise, she would surely smell the spunk lingering on our skin from last night’s play time. When Unk was satisfied that I had cleaned up my crotch, he would step into the tub and stand towering above me. From where I was sitting, Unk looked like a giant, and his cock and balls were his most prominent feature. They hung right in my face. If I looked up beyond them, I could see only his hair-coated beer belly and brown nipples peeking from the forest of hairs covering his wide chest. His face was hidden. He would ask me to wring out the washcloth and hand it to him. As he cleaned his upper body and damp armpits I would reach up and tug on his swaying cock. I could hear him chuckle as he continued washing himself and pretended not to notice. Soon my fingers were wrapped around his growing shaft. My other hand played furiously with my own hardon. I played with and stroked his swollen shaft. I knew if I kept going that I would milk out his hot seed. We had done it before many times, and it was one of my favorite games. I loved playing with Unk’s big cock. I squeezed and rubbed his meaty erection until I saw it start to pulse and expand. That was my signal; how I knew he was about to pump out a big load. I aimed his rod so that when he came, the warm spurts of his cum load would splash onto my face, lips, neck and chest. I loved the way it felt to have Unk’s spunk raining down on me. Just knowing he was about to shoot off brought me to the edge. I could feel the tingling start in the pit of my stomach and quickly spread down to my balls. I’d always let go with my own ejaculation beneath the soapy water, coating his wet, hairy ankles and feet. Then I would quickly support myself on the sides of the tub and raise up to sit on the edge and take the tip of Unk’s leaking, cum-soaked member between my lips. I loved to taste his heady seed and let him milk the remaining drops onto my tongue and lips. After he had smeared his cum thoroughly on my face and through my hair with his swollen, veiny, satisfied member, Unk would reach for a pan of fresh, cool water and rinse me off from head to toe. Then we would silently and happily get dressed and haul the tub out the back door to dump out any “evidence”. Stayin’ Over with Unk • 71

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