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Handjobs July 2003 Letters Barney the Soljer Boy by Valentine Mr. Thompson Next Door by Jon Hold Dad’s Hairy Seduction by A Chicago Friend My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3

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You are often criticized as to choice of stories and artists. As I have said before, you cannot satisfy all of us all of the time. You men do a great job over all; listen to the negative remarks, but go with your gut feelings, it is serving you and us well. Thank you for your prompt service. I look forward to many years of Handjobs magazine and associated publications. • Charles, NE Dear Handjobs: Congratulations on reaching your thirteenth year of publication. You can be proud of your achievement. Your adding color to your illustrations further enhances the eroticism of the stories and bring more pleasure to you readers. I wish you had attempted to illustrate The Miller Boys by Uncle Kent and Uncle Rich – the hottest in the issue. It had me blowing a load at the first reading! When the wrestling coach seduces the boys into fucking him up the ass at the same time, and later the boys’ father lets the coach fuck him, you’ve got an erotic illustrator’s dream assignment. • Floyd, NY Dear Handjobs: Congratulations on the color pages. They were the first thing I read in the April 2003 issue. • Terry, MI Dear Handjobs: I enjoy your publications immensely. Keep up the good work. The thirteenth year issue with the color pages was fantastic. I hope you keep this change for future issues. • Robert, OK Dear Handjobs: In the April 2003 issue, a subscriber was complaining that there was too much analingus in your stories and he was dropping his subscription because of that. I just wanted to let you know I feel the opposite. I’ve been active with my dad since I was little, and eating his ass is one of my favorite pastimes. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait for dad to get home from work so I could bury my face in his ripe, sweaty, hairy crack. So, it’s the rimming in your stories that gets me really hot, especially when younger boys rim their dads. Please, if anything, increase this stuff. Thanks much. • A Very Happy Customer Dear Handjobs: The May 2003 issue kept me cumming from cover to cover.The addition of a couple of stories in color was a nice surprise. I’d like to see a continuation of Private Lessons by Josman showing fucking and sucking and The Adventures of Timmy by Roscoe with Timmy at home with Dad and Coach. • Martin, NY Letters • 5

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After them German panzer tank guys captured me, we got real friendly in the close confines of their tank on the way back to their headquarters, so I was a li’l hurt when …. Gee, ain’t we asshole buddies no more?

Later, I guess we interrupted the Kapitan’s lunch break.

Du bist Liebskind? Ich bin Liebskind auch!

I think they musta radioed ahead ’cause there was a welcomin’ committee.

Mit einem Louisiana! Bruder in I’m from Louisiana. Louisiana! Er heißt Hans Leibskind.

That’s m’ DADDY!

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Wahr? Falsch? Mein schwanz weißt.

Herr Kapitan!

Golly!

Herr Kapitan!

Nicht (Uh!) jetzt!

Ja, er ist Herr familie! Kapitan! Gotta be m’uncle!

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Ain’t too hard t’ track a tank.

Herr Kapitan! Amerikanische Soldaten sind hier!

Hey, Sarge–

Hey, Unk! Y’found me!

–Lemme tell ‘em!

Wait, Joe, ’til I’m in with Fuzzbutt here.

Was tun Sie dahinten?

I’m –Yeah!– ready now. Tell ‘em!

It’s OK, Unk, he’s family.

Ach, JA!

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So Joe give us the news –

Three days later, we was still celebratin’!

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Mr. Thompson Next Door by Jon Hold When Bobby got horny, he could hardly stand it. He did all sorts of sports and scouting and anything else he could find to help burn off the energy. God and genetics had conspired to not only give poor Bobby the dick of death, but also a fully mature set of hefty balls and a libido to go along with them. He jerked off before getting out of bed each morning at least once, often twice or even three times. After breakfast he’d wank again in the shower and then again in the park rest room on the way to school. That really excited him because lots of times there’d be guys at the pissers and in the stalls on each side of him watching. He never let anyone in a public rest room touch him, but he sure got off on listening to the heavy breathing as he wanked and flaunted his stuff, turning from side to side, showing off his tight hole, firm buns, and big schwanz. Assured of an audience, he’d lean back and commence pumping out a heavy load. Sometimes he’d see an open mouth on the other side of the partition and shoot his cum into it without actually getting his dick too close to the hole. After that, he’d have to do himself several more times at school, either quickies between classes or a nice long stroke at lunch time. Before taking a shower in gym, he’d have to splatter a load in the white porcelain commode or he’d be on the rail the instant he saw a pair of naked buns or one of his pal’s heavy swinging dick. Bobby took enough ribbing about his huge organ without the complication of springing a boner and showing them just how big the thing really got. There’d be another stop in the park on the way home. The afternoon crowd of men liked him to leave the door open so more of them could watch, but sometimes he’d latch it anyway and put on an especially nasty show for the lucky stiffs in the stalls next to him. Once he stripped bone naked and put on a little show for his exclusive audience. He stroked himself until there were three and four guys hanging over the walls on either side, as well as whoever was looking through the holes. After he finally shot, he received a number of wonderfully obscene offers. But Bobby had heard stories about perverts that got their kicks hurting people, so he didn’t even consider any of the requests, even though they sure made him feel good. So good that he stroked off an encore performance before zipping up his pants and leaving. He backed up far enough away from the hole in the partition so that 10 • Mr. Thompson Next Door

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everyone could see the size of the load he shot accurately into the mouth of the guy waiting on the other side. Bobby’s mom had converted the small bedroom next to his into a downstairs bathroom and it pretty much became his private preserve. He’d go in there after school, lock the doors, and spend hours jacking off, playing with his balls, fingering his butt hole, looking into the mirror over the sink, and performing for the full-length mirror on the wall. He had licked many loads of boy cum off that mirror. Bobby was in full stroke one day, arched in front of the mirror with his finger up his ass as he slowly, teasingly spiral-stroked his throbbing weenie. Bobby looked to his right and noticed that, not only had his father trimmed away the bush that normally covered the bathroom window, but that Mr. Thompson from next door was watching him through his den window not ten feet away. Bobby dropped his cock, flinched in pain as he jerked his finger out of his ass and jumped to the side out of sight. Sneaking back, he stayed near the wall, put one knee up on the closed commode cover, and peeked around the curtain to see if Mr. Thompson was still watching. He was. Mr. Thompson wasn’t wearing a shirt and had his arms over his head, leaning against the wall with his hard muscled chest and ripply stomach exposed. Below his bellybutton, he was exposed, too! He had his pants and undershorts hooked underneath his big balls and was displaying a major hunk of flesh. Unknown to Bobby, Mr. Thompson had a perfect view of his backside from the mirror on the opposite wall. Bobby was spraddle-legged with one knee on the fuzzy green toilet seat cover and one foot on a stack of Handjobs magazines lying on the floor. The way he was leaning forward spread the pert cheeks of Bobby’s tight little ass, completely exposing the cutest virgin butt pucker Mr. Thompson had seen in a long time. However, what was hanging between the boys legs was far more impressive. Hairless from the nape of his neck to his heels, Bobby’s wide-open stance also completely bared the hairless ball sack hanging directly below the his tight little pucker. Mr. Thompson knew that one way or another, he WAS going to feel the boy’s heavy monster up his ass. Bobby’s dick got harder and his mouth started watering as he stared at the hard, naked body of the older man. He was almost drooling. Mr. Thompson Next Door • 11

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Mr. Thompson smiled at Bobby and flexed his dick so it bounced and nodded at him. He motioned for the scared boy to come over and then pulled down the window shade. Bobby pulled up the lid of the toilet and frantically jerked out a load. It shot out so hard it burned and made his balls ache. Bobby stared across the empty space at the closed window shade. Mr. Thompson and his dad were real close friends, having grown up together in these same two houses. Mr. Thompson’s son Pete was Bobby’s best friend, and they used to pal around constantly when they were younger. They still thought of each other as best friends, but didn’t see nearly as much of each other any more. Pete was more the studious type and Bobby more athletically inclined, so they ran in different social circles. Bobby was suddenly afraid that Mr. Thompson would tell Pete or his dad how depraved he was and ruin his life. Bobby wiped the head of his dick clean and washed his hands. Instead of going to the back door like he usually did when he went to visit Pete, Bobby rang the front doorbell. Mr. Thompson opened the door and smiled when he saw it was Bobby. “Come on inside, Bobby. Ain’t nobody home but me. Pete and his mamma and sister are gone for the day. Why don’t ya come in and we’ll talk a spell?” Scared as Bobby was about what Mr. Thompson might say to Pete or his daddy, Bobby followed Mr. Thompson down the hallway and into his den. Bobby had always liked this room. It smelled of leather covered books and Mr. Thompson’s old pipe. The room contained warm orange and dark green and the dark oak bookshelves and huge old dark brown overstuffed leather couch. Mr. Thompson sat down in the middle of the couch and looked at Bobby. “Well, close the door, Bobby, and come on in,” he said patiently, patting the couch next to him. Bobby was scared, and feeling very insecure, but he did as he was told and closed the door and latched it. Then he did something he hadn’t done since he and Pete were little kids: he sat down right next to Mr. Thompson and tried to cuddle into his side the way he and Pete would do when they’d gotten into trouble or just needed some extra attention. The older man saw what the boy was trying to do, but it wasn’t working because he had grown so much. Mr. Thompson sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulders, tucking 12 • Mr. Thompson Next Door

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him in close under his arm. Bobby laid his head on his best friend’s dad’s chest and put his hand on the thickly muscled thigh just as he had years ago. “What’s the matter, Bobby?” “I’m scared you’re going to tell about what I was doing.” “Bobby!” Mr. Thompson said, snuggling him in closer. “You must know that I’d never do anything that I thought would hurt you. You’re growing up and you have new needs and desires. Besides, you didn’t know that your dad trimmed that shrub down like that. You didn’t give me a show on purpose. But I’m sure glad you did.” The whole time Mr. Thompson was talking, he was also gently rubbing Bobby’s back and holding hands with him. He’d picked up Bobby’s hand from his thigh and was holding both their hands in his lap. Bobby could feel something hot under his palm that was making him excited. “Your body has really developed, Bobby. You are a very beautiful boy. Have you talked with your daddy about how your body’s changing and how to use it?” Bobby blushed kind of red. “No, sir. Dad’s been awful busy since they started putting in the new plant, and I haven’t wanted to bother him. Besides, he’s not around very much anyway.” The older man rubbed Bobby’s hand up and down the heated part of his lap and then, leaving Bobby’s hand wrapped around the thick tube sticking down his pants leg, he gently reached his own hand into Bobby’s lap and took hold of the organ so prominently tenting the boy’s pants. “You want to learn more about how to use this, Bobby?” Bobby moaned and squeezed the hot tube in his hand in excitement. “Oh, yes, sir. Please.” Bobby would have done anything right then to please the older man, and to keep him from letting go of his dick. “Good,” said Mr. Thompson, bending over the boy clinging to his chest. Bobby leaned his head back and watched his best friend’s father’s face. His lips parted in passion as older, fuller, more mature lips covered his. He moaned as a far more experienced tongue filled his mouth and began teaching him a way of kissing he had never known before. His whole body became rigid as Mr. Thompson’s hand slipped under the elastic waistband of his white tennis shorts and caressed his clenching buns in time with the tongue fucking his mouth. A questing finger touched his unbelievably sensitive boy hole and, dizzy with lack Mr. Thompson Next Door • 13

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of oxygen and passion, Bobby cried out into Mr. Thompson’s mouth and shook all over as he orgasmed in his pants. Tears of relief coursed down his burning cheeks and his arms clutched their way around Mr. Thompson’s powerful neck as Bobby hunched against his side, shooting again and again, more than he ever had before. The post-coital tremors were starting to shake Bobby’s body when Mr. Thompson slipped his finger just inside Bobby’s pucker. With a weak, uncontrollable cry, Bobby began cumming again. The older male’s control was beyond Bobby’s ability, or desire, to resist. “I want you here right after school tomorrow. OK?” “Yes, sir,” Bobby weakly sighed as he burrowed into Mr. Thompson’s armpit. He slipped into an exhausted doze, held in powerful arms that he totally trusted. To be Continued …

Dad’s Hairy Seduction by A Chicago Friend Daily workouts keep me muscular and fit for a guy in his forties. I’m proud of my hairy body. My chest is covered with a generous fur pelt from my neckline down over my pecs. My treasure trail widens over my flat stomach until it thickens to a healthy bush around my manhood. The hair growth continues down my thighs and lower legs and grows thick into my asscrack. Even though I’m married, I enjoy sex whenever and however I can get it. My wife and I have a son named Ryan. He is a good looking boy, and his time on the gymnastics team has has helped him develop a chiseled teen body. Ryan and I have always been close. As the years passed we camped, swam and played tennis together. When Ryan was younger, he would stare at me whenever I was undressed. I just assumed it was a little boy’s curiosity. As time went on, we had the traditional “father/son” sex talks, which I kept very textbook like. A couple of times Ryan commented about my hairy body and asked if he would be hairy when he grew up. I always told him, “Possibly, but only time will tell.” A few years later, I decided to find out if Ryan was more than just curious about his hairy dad. I started to blatantly exhibit myself by walking around the house in tight jockey shorts or snug boxers. When we would dress for our weekly father-son tennis match, I would put on my jockstrap in front of Ryan. Then I would turn around and 14 • Dad’s Hairy Seduction

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bend over to get my gym bag, giving him a bird’s eye view of Daddy’s hairy ass crevice. The tennis club had an open shower room with several nozzles. After our game, I would take the shower opposite Ryan and soap and lather my hairy body from top to bottom while he tried not to stare too much. Ryan had a respectable bush above his cock and a light dusting of hair on his legs. As we began to dry off, I asked Ryan to dry my back. At first he hesitated and then rubbed his towel over my shoulders and back. Without asking I turned my son around and dried his back. With my last sweep of the towel, I rubbed his smooth boy butt. Nothing else was said and we went home for dinner. The next Saturday Ryan and I went to the community pool for a swim. Once in the men’s changing room, I stripped and leisurely walked over to the urinal to take a piss, then to the sink to wash my hands, and then back to the locker we were sharing. I grabbed my black speedo and pulled it up my hairy legs. As Ryan watched, I slowly adjusted my cock and balls. I then presented Ryan with a brand new matching speedo that I bought for him. “Here,” I said. “Like father, like son.” He looked happy as he threw his old trunks back in the locker. He had a little difficulty getting his semi-erect cock into the new suit. (I purposely bought it one size too small so that his basket was really pronounced and his bubble butt was barely covered. Nothing like giving a young man a boost of self-confidence.) After swimming several laps with Ryan, I swam to the ladder and climbed out. As I stood at the edge of the pool with my wet hair plastered against my body and my crotch bulging in my speedo, I saw Ryan staring at me. I dove back into the pool and from underwater grabbed him by his thighs and pulled him under. I then held him by his tight ass and pulled him to me as we floated to the surface, Daddy and son pressed together with only thin nylon fabric separating an aroused boycock from the mancock that had made it. A few weeks later when my wife was out of town, I picked Ryan up after school and took him to the gym where I work out. I belong to an adult’s only men’s fitness center, and I wanted to see my son’s reaction to other mature men. Luckily, the gym’s manager agreed to register Ryan as a guest after giving him a smile and an intense look. In the locker room there were a dozen men between the ages of 30 Dad’s Hairy Seduction • 15

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and 60, not like the school locker room with only teen boys. Ryan stood in awe taking it all in. I used the same exhibitionist approach here as I did at the tennis club – undressing, scratching my hairy chest and crotch, and taking time to adjust my cock in my jockstrap. With just my jock on, I sat on the bench next to my son to put on my socks and shoes. I spread my legs, rubbing up against him as he sat in his gym shorts lacing his shoes. I made sure that I “accidentally” rubbed my hairy leg against him several times. Then, with only my jockstrap and shoes and socks on, I stood directly in front of Ryan and pulled up my gym shorts. I slipped on a very brief tank top that exposed a lot of chest hair, slapped Ryan on his butt and said, “Let’s work out.” My hairy tease was working. Ryan’s gym shorts were tenting at the crotch. As my son and I worked out on the machines and free weights, I kept a close eye on him. Ryan looked at all the men, but his eyes seemed to always go back to the older guys with hairy legs or with chest hair curling out of their t-shirts or tank tops. When we got to the weight bench, I spotted for Ryan and stood over this head as he lifted the bar. He was staring up my hairy legs into the leg openings of my shorts and could see my jock pouch surrounded by dark hair. I scratched my hairy thigh and groped my crotch. When it was my turn to lift, I made sure that he stood over me. As I reached for the bar I brushed my hairy arms along his legs. Back in the locker room, we peeled off our sweaty gym clothes and I led Ryan to the steam room. There were four other guys inside. I spotted a hairy guy in his late 50’s who was sitting alone on a bench, so I stepped over, sat at the other end of the bench, and motioned Ryan to sit in the middle. The space was tight, and I wasn’t sure if the hairy dude would object. The man smiled, nodded and checked both of us out. The tile bench was small, so my right leg was tight against Ryan’s left leg and the stranger’s hairy leg was tight against my son’s other leg. The older guy didn’t even try to move his leg away. My seduction was working out even better than I had planned. Here was my son, wedged tight between his hairy daddy and a hairy stranger. No one seemed to mind. Ryan’s cock started to rise and he covered it with his towel. After a few minutes, I leaned over to Ryan and said, “Let’s hit the shower.” We left the steam room with Ryan trying to conceal his boner 16 • Dad’s Hairy Seduction

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with his towel. In the shower, Ryan tried to control his hardon as I concentrated on lathering my cock and balls until my eight-incher was semi-erect. Even a couple of the other men glanced over at me. Everybody likes a show. Ryan and I dressed and drove home. As soon as we got home, Ryan headed to his room. I knew that he was hornier than hell and needed to jerk off. I went to my room, yanked my clothes off, wrapped a small towel around my waist, and headed to Ryan’s room. Although I’ve always respected my son’s privacy, this time I knocked, and without waiting for a reply, opened the door. Just as I had suspected, Ryan lay naked with his hand wrapped around his hard cock. Startled, he grabbed the sheet and tried to cover himself “Ryan, don’t be ashamed of your cock. It’s a real beauty, and it’s natural for all men to jerk off. What’s got you so horny anyway?” I went over and put my right foot up on his bed. My short towel opened up and Ryan was inches away from my hairy leg and the rising cock that had made him. “Ryan, do you like your Dad’s hairy body? Does an older man’s hairy body turn you on? Be honest son.” “Uh … yeah. Yes, Dad. You’re so hot looking. I love your hairy body. I wish I was hairy like you. I look at hairy men and I get so excited. Our coach is hairy and I get so excited during practice when he’s wearing shorts.” “That’s what I thought. You can touch me or do whatever you want with me. Don’t tell your mother. It will be our secret. Just between us guys.” Ryan reached out and rubbed my hairy leg. I removed the towel and lowered myself onto his bed. We lay side by side facing each other. The more he ran his hands through the hair on my chest, legs and pubic bush the harder his cock got, and the more precum oozed from it. I, too, was rock hard and dripping. I pulled our cocks together – Daddy’s eight-incher and his son’s seven-incher – and squeezed and jerked them till they were both coated with each other’s precum. I knew Ryan wasn’t going to last much longer. I rolled onto my back, pulled Ryan on top of me and wrapped my legs over each of his. I told him he was caught in “Daddy’s bear hug”. His smooth chest and nipples were being massaged by my thick chest hair. His cock was nestled in my thick pubic bush, and those smooth teen balls were resting on Daddy’s furry ball sack. Dad’s Hairy Seduction • 17

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We started to slowly move together: dad and son’s bodies rubbing all over each other. Ryan said he’d never felt better. I wrapped my hairy arms around him and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth, while grinding our bodies together. He squirmed on top of me and then screamed through our kiss. I felt his hot teenage spunk shoot out all over my crotch and belly, gluing us together. After he recovered, I rolled him off me. With my fingers I scooped up some of his teen cum, tasted it and stuck my fingers in Ryan’s mouth to let him lick some of it off. We both smiled. I asked Ryan to scoop up more of his cum with his right hand and grease up Daddy’s cock. After my cock was slick with both his cum and my precum, I said, “Would you like to jerk Daddy off – he’s really horny.” Ryan nodded and and moved down between my legs where he started pumping my cock. I could feel his hot breath panting through the hair on my nutsac. “Yeah, Ryan! Go to it. Jerk Daddy’s cock. Jerk the big, hairy cock that made you!” He was still rock hard, so I pulled him back over me in a 69 position with his cock over my face while he kept jerking me off. I started playing with his cock and balls and then pulled that young cock into my mouth. While Ryan jerked his daddy’s cock, I sucked his teen cock. I reached back down to my belly, which was still slimy from Ryan’s first orgasm, and lubed my index finger with more of his cum. As I sucked Ryan’s cock, I slowly pushed my greased finger up that virgin boyhole and finger-fucked him. All of a sudden, he grabbed my cock 18 • Dad’s Hairy Seduction

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with both of his hands, and as he exploded in my mouth, my cock shot off in Ryan’s face and all over his hands. We rested for a few minutes and then I asked Ryan if he wanted to give me a shower. I told him this time he could lather up Daddy’s hairy body himself. Ryan jumped up and headed to the bathroom with me. It was the end of my planned seduction, but the start of many hot and hairy times together. Eventually, I planned to have some of my hairy friends and maybe Ryan’s hairy coach join us for some good times. I know for sure that Ryan would like that. But that’s another story. Dad’s Hairy Seduction • 19

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My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3

by Ted Burton Looking like a sexy, furry Tarzan, Frank stood by his bed, working his meat and watching me finger my tight hole. He lunged at me and we both tumbled to the bed as he began tickling me. I laughed and laughed helplessly until it almost started to hurt. In minutes I was exhausted. I collapsed like a limp noodle, trying to catch my breath while Frank pulled me into his arms, wrapping himself behind me so we were like a pair of spoons. I was breathing hard and sometimes giggling a bit, but then it got quiet, and all I could hear was our breathing. I could feel Frank’s heart beating against my back through the muscle and heat and fur of his chest, and then there was that big, hot cock of his pressed flat along the length of my spine. “Hey, Teddy?” he whispered into my ear. Starting to doze off, I merely sighed in response. “Teddy? Don’t fall asleep, little buddy. There’s some things I should tell you about.” Frank explained that his parents died when he was just a baby, and he’d always lived with his Grandpa. When I saw him sucking on Grandpa’s big boner, well, that was just one of the things they’d been doing for each other for as long as Frank could remember, because they really loved each other a lot. Frank snuggled in closer, nuzzling my ear, and then his hand slid over my hip to lightly stroke my slippery boner. Frank wedged his own big cock between my legs, right up under my balls so he could stroke us together. I pushed my hand down there, too, and I couldn’t believe how hot and fat his cock was – I couldn’t get my hand even halfway around it. Frank brought our hands up to my mouth and said, “You wanna taste it?” Without hesitation I began to lick our palms clean of the salty-sweet cock-goo, which then led to my sucking on his big middle finger. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” Frank whispered before flipping me onto my back. He took my rigid cock in his hand, saying, “That’s a nice piece of meat you got there, little buddy.” Then he lifted my knees to my ears and he mashed his mouth onto my smooth asshole. I moaned at the pleasure of all that wet heat from his insistent tongue, and I pushed out the tight ring of my hole, wanting him to go deeper. 20 • My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3

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I looked up into Frank’s eyes as he ate my ass. I felt confident, daring, and suddenly inspired. I squeezed my hands in between my butt and Frank’s face to stick two fingers into my hole from each side, pulling it wider to let his tongue get even deeper inside me. Frank pulled back to watch as I finger fucked myself, and then he slid his middle finger all the way inside me, immediately smashing into my hard little prostate. I gasped and got ready to shoot. With his free hand, Frank quickly grabbed my dick and pulled downward until my dick head touched my lips. “Shoot it, Teddy! Eat that load!” Frank plunged a second finger into me and my dick let loose, blasting full force into my eager mouth. The pressure of Frank’s brute strength pushed a good three inches of my dick into my mouth, and I frantically sucked and swallowed as he continued to finger fuck my hole. It was an amazing orgasm, and as I sucked out the last of my load, I was already planning to flip my legs over my head and suck my own dick again the next time I jerked off. I kind of went limp after cumming so hard, so Frank eased my legs down to straddle his waist as he stretched out on top of me. My butt crack rested right on top of his shaft as he nuzzled my neck. He told me how hot it was to watch me cum in my own mouth. He asked if I had ever done sexy stuff with other guys before, so I told him about my encounter with Mack and Jeff from the night before. Well, Frank thought that story was pretty darn hot, and he asked if I wanted to try fucking with him as he easily slipped two fingers back inside me. When Frank slipped in a third finger, and I grabbed his hand to cram those fingers even deeper, we both knew I was more than ready to take that big cock of his up my hot butt. Frank moved me over to the edge of the bed, flipping me onto my hands and knees with my butt hanging over the edge of the mattress. Then he stood behind me, leaning in to wrap me in his arms. With his mouth at my ear he said, “Are you sure, Teddy? I’m kind of big, and it might hurt a little at first. But if you thought my fingers felt good, you’re really gonna love having my big, hard cock up your ass.” For the first time in my life I had the legitimate opportunity to say something really nasty. Remembering Jeff’s words from the previous night, I whispered, “Fuck me,” and shoved my butt back to make contact with Frank’s cock. “Please, fuck me.” My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3 • 21

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Frank slid in those two fingers again, and when I really started to squirm he added a third one. Then Frank pulled out and nothing happened. After a minute of that, I began to plead with him to fuck me, and then the three fingers slammed back inside, stirred around a little, and popped out. “Please – Ooof!” Frank shoved the entire length of his cock into me, flattening me out, nailing me to the bed with the full weight of his body. Between his bulk and the feeling that his cock was going to travel right up my insides and out my throat, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but cum. While I squirmed and spasmed below him, Frank climbed up onto the bed and got into a low squat. He grabbed me by the shoulders and thrust six hard strokes up my ass before he blew his load with a roaring “FUCK!” I could feel that big cock of his throb and jerk with every blast of his pent up load. Even before he was done shooting, Frank pulled us both up and backwards so that we fell back onto the bed with me still impaled on his fat, pulsing cock so he could thrust up into me another half-dozen times. Then he completely relaxed, his heaving body hot and slick under my back. While Frank caught his breath, I closed my eyes and reached under my balls to feel that pole of meat still crammed deep inside me. It was all hot and juicy down there, and I couldn’t help but grind my ass into his crotch, making his cock go even deeper. As we rested, I felt us both up. I wondered if anything could ever feel better than that. That’s when I realized we weren’t alone. I opened my eyes and looked down to see a grinning Grandpa climb onto the bed with his big, dripping cock leading the way. “Why, Teddy. You look good enough to eat,” laughed the old man as his face plopped down for a closer look at my hole still impaled on his grandson’s big cock. Both Frank and I were a bit startled, but just as Frank began to protest, Grandpa dug in and started licking around my cock-stretched hole. Frank suddenly gasped and involuntarily pushed deeper into me. I wanted to get a better look, so I sat up and watched as Grandpa’s long tongue slurped all around my battered hole. I also saw that he had at least three fingers shoved up Frank’s ass. Then he started sliding a finger into my hole, too, right alongside his grandson’s fat cock. I was amazed to watch as his finger stretched the taut, pink ring of my ass before it slipped right in. Frank moaned, I whimpered, and Grandpa said, “Fuck!” 22 • My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3

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Frank began an easy, undulating fuck from below, and I rode his cock like I was on a slow-bucking bronco, holding onto his thighs for balance. Grandpa was tonguing my hole, working in another finger and still three-fingering his grandson’s ass. The old man said “Fuck!” again, and Frank responded with, “OK, Grandpa. OK.” Frank spread his legs and pulled me back to rest on top of him. Then he took hold under my knees and pulled back until my thighs hit my chest. We were both spread wide open for Grandpa, who miraculously squeezed finger number three inside me, pushing hard against my prostate, making Frank fuck even harder up my hole. Well, that flipped on some kind of invisible switch inside me, and I really started to go all sex-crazy on them, gasping, “Oh, fuck!” with every thrust of Frank’s cock and the old man’s fingers. I was wishing I could suck even more cock and fingers up my cum-hungry ass. Grandpa made his next move and said, “It’s fuck time, boys!” He crawled up over me and simultaneously withdrew his fingers as he drilled his cock deep inside me. It happened so quickly, and I was so turned on at that point, that my rigid cock began blasting right over my shoulder, splattering my face and Frank’s with machine gun blasts of white hot cum. That drove Frank and Grandpa into a frenzy of double-fucking, and the two of them fiercely plowed my cum-filled, tightly stretched hole until I thought I would split in two. Well it wasn’t long before Grandpa arched his back and shoved hard with a loud roar, collapsing on top of me as his body trembled and his cock gushed out its load. Then Frank groaned loud into the back of my neck and pushed up with his cock, pushing with such force that he knocked the old man right out of me as pulsing jets of cum raced through the length of Frank’s cock, flooding my already overloaded, cum-sloppy ass. As soon as Frank crashed back onto the bed, Grandpa moved in to suck at my cock and frothy hole. Frank took three large shuddering breaths while my quivering body relaxed on top of him, and I just basked in the feeling of cum and cock up my ass, and that wet tongue cleaning me down below. Frank eventually caught sight of a clock and lifted me off him, saying: “That’s enough, Grandpa. It’s time to get Teddy home for his dinner.” The old man shook his head like a spoiled kid, but his grandson just gave him a kiss and a hug and helped him off the bed. Frank whispered for me to lead the way to Grandpa’s room, suggesting I do what he My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3 • 23

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used to do to get his own way with the old man: just lean forward and pull my butt cheeks apart as I walked ahead. I laughed, but Frank said it would definitely do the trick, and it did. So I wiggled my dripping ass and led the way to the old man’s room and right up onto his bed, with all of us laughing – and with Grandpa leaning on Frank for support to try and stay off his taped up ankle. Once we got Grandpa tucked into his bed, the old man pulled me in for a hug, saying, “Nice to meet you, you juicy, young fella.” Then he took a deep breath and started to doze off with a great big grin on his face. Frank motioned for me to follow him back out to the pool where we retrieved my clothes in the orange light of the setting sun. My big furry Tarzan sat on a lawn chair and helped me get dressed, and when I was all ready to go he said, “That was a lot of fun, Teddy. You made my Grandpa really happy today, and I hope we can do this again soon.” In my book, sooner is always better than later, so I invited Frank to Aunt Maddy’s cookout the following night. It turned out he was Aunt Maddy’s official barbecue chef and he never missed a single one of her Saturday night parties anyway. With that news, I gave Frank a big, enthusiastic hug as both of his hands slid back into my shorts to tug at the ring of my sticky asshole. “Something tells me you’re gonna beat off again tonight, aren’t you?” He slipped in a finger from each hand and I moaned into his neck. “Just remember to shoot your own load into your mouth like you did a little while ago, because the more cum you eat, the bigger and stronger you’ll get. And nothing tastes better than fresh, hot cum, does it?” I nodded and he withdrew his fingers. “Here’s one for you,” he said, sliding a cum-drippy finger into my mouth, “and here’s one for me.” His other finger sank between his own grinning lips. After another hug, Frank showed me out, sticking his head around the front door (he was still naked) and waving to me as I got on Aunt Maddy’s bike to ride home with the sun setting behind me. I pressed my butt crack hard against the pointy bicycle seat, loving that I smelled like sex and savoring the taste of all that lingering cum in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to get back to the house to squeeze in a quick cum and a shower and still be on time for dinner with Aunt Maddy. Later that night in bed, I had me a head full of incredible sex scenes to draw from, and at least two more loads to blow before this little guy with the big dick would be calling it a night. And when all was 24 • My Summer at Aunt Maddy’s part 3

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done, I was kind of wondering what sexy surprise Day Three at Aunt Maddy’s might bring my way. Then I remembered the cookout, and that Mack and Jeff and Frank would all be there. With a big grin on my face and my boner in my hand, I started to nod off, knowing that it would be the best summer vacation ever. And so it was.

Poppin’ in on Dad by Jonathan Frosst I was nearing my eighteenth birthday when Mom met Maria, packed up her bags, and moved to San Francisco with, as she said, “The love of my life.” Dad was upset, but not extremely so – things hadn’t been good between Mom and Dad for several years. I had applied for and been accepted to the state university located in the town where we lived. It only made sense that I live with Dad to save the expense of dorm living, though sometimes I would have liked to have been more independent. One morning I got up earlier than usual and headed for the bathroom. Without thinking, I popped open the door to find Dad standing naked in front of the full length mirror. His back was to me, but I could clearly see his reflection. He had a hardon and was stroking his dick. He paled and quickly turned sideways, but it didn’t do him much good. I could see him in profile instead of full frontal. He moaned, “Oh, God! I didn’t think you’d be up so early and now you’ve caught me like this. I am so sorry.” To ease his embarrassment I said, “Don’t worry about it, everyone does it. I do it all the time. In fact, sometimes I do it with a couple of my buddies from school.” I had to take a leak when I headed for the bathroom, but seeing Dad with his erect cock in his hand caused my pecker to light up like a house on fire. My boxers tented and the head of my dick poked out the leg. I’d had sexual fantasies about my father for almost as long as I could remember and now I thought and hoped I could turn this encounter into something special. I said, “You know it’s really hot to jerk off with another guy.” Turning to face me, his cock at half-mast by this time, he said, “But I’m your father; that makes it different.” Poppin’ in on Dad • 25

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Not to be put off, I countered with, “What’s different? We’re both men. I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Regaining his composure he looked at me sheepishly and said, “I have a confession to make. I’ve done it with other guys, too.” Bingo! I thought. I said, “Wanna try it with me? We’re both ready and you know we’d both be doing it separately anyway. He hesitated, saying, “I’m not sure.” His mouth demurred, but his cock had a mind of its own and started to rise again. I didn’t need any further assurance. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my boxers, lifted them over my lubricating dick, and kicked them off. Face to face we sized each other up. Observing our two cocks I commented, “My God, Dad! We look like twins – except I think you might be a little longer.” He replied, “I don’t think so, you look slightly longer.” I said, “I guess the only way to resolve this is to hold them against each other.” He hesitated just long enough. I stepped forward and took his penis in my hand. He shuddered as our flesh made contact. Before he could resist, I brought my cock to his. It was my turn to shudder. The measuring ploy sort of got lost at that instant. We were both heavy lubricators, and the precum was flowing like leaky faucets, running over the heads of our cocks and down between them. I couldn’t stop myself. I ran my thumb over both of us, sliding a finger between our throbbing members. I slowly began stroking. Dad sighed, “Oh, God, Jeremy! That feels so good.” I didn’t want it to end too soon or with just mutual masturbation. It was time to let him know how I felt, how long I’d wanted him in this way. Looking him directly in the eyes I said, “I’ve thought about doing this with you since I was a kid. I hope what I’m going to say won’t turn you off and end what we’ve started today.” He didn’t say a word. He just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. With apprehension, I said, “Dad, I want to take your cock in my mouth, taste you, feel your cum in my throat. And even more, I want you to make love to me.” Without a word he took my hand off his cock, stepped back, and stared at me. Oh, shit! I thought. Now I’ve done it, I’ve really screwed things up. But then his face softened and a slow smile spread across his lips. He said, “You aren’t the only one in this bathroom that has 26 • Poppin’ in on Dad

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had those same thoughts.” He opened his arms and drew me to him, bringing his mouth to mine. I was in heaven. As our lips met, Dad offered his tongue which I quickly accepted. I was so horny. I wanted him so much. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled away from his embrace and dropped to my knees. His slick cock was at eye level. Using my tongue, I lifted his precum into my mouth, savoring its taste. My mouth enfolded the helmet of his beautiful cock, but I needed more. I moved my mouth slowly down the shaft until I felt him at the back of my throat. With one final thrust, I took Dad’s cock completely, burying my nose in his lush black pubic hair. In the mirror I could see myself sucking my father’s dick. After a few strokes, Dad took my head in his hands and pulled me to my feet, saying, “It’s time for me to taste my son’s cock.” Lowering himself, he gazed at my dick for a few seconds before moving forward and taking only the very tip of my penis into his mouth. He sucked at the opening, drawing the precum out of me. With no further preamble he fully enveloped my manhood. The feeling was so intense. I glanced at the mirror and saw my cock sliding in and out of my dad’s mouth. It was too much; I had to pull away. Dad stood and said, “You’re right, it’s time to cool off a bit. I think we ought to take a shower, then go to bed.” Waiting for the water to heat, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Our bodies pressed together, gently kissing and fondling each others’ back and the globes of our asses. In the shower we soaped each other, shampooed each other’s hair, and washed each other’s legs and feet. Special attention was given to our genitalia and finally the crevices of our butts. Stepping out of the shower, Dad took the towel and dried me off, lifting my arms, down my back, between my glutes, down my legs to my feet, then back up to carefully dry and fondle my balls and still erect cock. When he finished, I took the towel from him and repeated exactly what he had done for me. In bed we lay next to each other, kissing, nuzzling necks, moving to nipples, and suckling them. All the while our hands were busy exploring each other. Dad raised up and positioned his body so that our penises were in direct line with each others’ mouth. I still could hardly believe that my father was sucking my cock while I had his manhood in my own mouth. It was overwhelming. Poppin’ in on Dad • 27

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The mixture of saliva and precum was so abundant we could have swam in it. I felt Dad’s hand, full of our juices, grasp my testicles and roll them gently before his fingers sought my rosebud. I spread my legs to give him better access. Following his lead I did the same to him. We removed our mouths to pursue this new source of pleasure. We entered each other with our fingers simultaneously, carefully massaging and spreading the orifices. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I asked him to fuck me. He replied, “Only on one condition: I want to feel your cock in me as well.” I didn’t need to think that one over for long before I quickly agreed. 28 • Poppin’ in on Dad

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Changing positions, I rolled onto my back, raising my legs and exposing my asshole. Dad hovered over me and took my testicles in his mouth, rolling them with his tongue and allowing his thick saliva to run out of his mouth and over my quivering bud. He released my balls and tongued his way across my perineum, licking closer and closer to my entrance. I could think of nothing but having my father’s penis inside of me. I moaned, “Now, now, Dad, please.” He raised up over me, placing his lubricating dickhead against my anxious bud, and slowly began the penetration. I was so hot and so relaxed that he passed easily into me. I felt his pubic hair against my buttocks each time he pushed into me with his long strokes. I clenched the muscles of my ass around his penis. My precum spewing cock was pressed between our abdomens. I heard Dad moan, “Jeremy, Jeremy, I’m … cumming.” He gave one final thrust, then arched his back and delivered his seed into his own son’s body. I ejaculated within seconds, covering our bodies with my own semen. After that, we were exhausted and slept until noon. After a shower and lunch I turned to Dad and said, “I made you a promise this morning, would you like me to keep it now?” He gave me a puzzled look, then he remembered and said, “A fine idea, son.” While we were undressing each other, Dad asked me if I could cum more than once in a short period of time. “With a hunk like you for a partner, that will be no problem,” I answered. But I wondered why he had asked me that question. He replied, “We haven’t had the pleasure of tasting each other’s cum and I’d like to do that before you fuck me.” Poppin’ in on Dad • 29

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My penis immediately hardened. Looking down at my cock, I said, “I think this guy has answered your question.” I took the initiative, turning my body so that we were in the classic sixty-nine position. We immediately took each other’s cock in our mouths. We had only one objective in mind: to quickly bring the other to orgasm to exchange our semen. This sexual intercourse was frantic. Lips and tongues toyed with cockheads, initiating the long strokes from helmet to pubic hair. It didn’t take long. I felt my ejaculate stirring as Dad’s dick hardened and swelled in my mouth. I moaned and thrust deep into my father’s mouth as he did the same to me. I exploded as Dad filled my mouth with his elixir. We suckled each other until there was nothing more to be had. Neither of us swallowed at first. Instead, we turned to kiss and exchange our cum, mixing and savoring our family sperm. After a few minutes Dad went to the kitchen and brought each of us a beer. We sat on the bed as we drank. We watched each other closely, comparing our bodies. They were so alike. We’d reach out and touch a nipple, an ear, a curve of the jaw. Something I’d never dreamed of experiencing. Finishing our beers, we moved closer to each other until our flaccid genitalia touched. Our hands moved to fondle each other’s manhood, as we watched our cocks grow to full erection and observed the pearls of precum form at the tips of our penises. Dad kissed me and said, “I’m ready, son.” We positioned ourselves, Dad lying back with me between his outspread legs. I leaned in, lifting his precum with my tongue, spiraling down, reaching his smooth testicles, licking, sucking, taking them in my mouth, my saliva running freely over his perineum. Dad shifted and raised his legs, freeing the spot I was seeking as my tongue pleasured him. I found the entrance and inserted my tongue. Dad moaned and said it was time. Moving back, I placed my lubricating penis against his rosebud. Dad took hold of my hips, drawing me slowly into his body. My pubic hair crushed against him and I lingered, reveling in the feel of my father’s hot, moist insides. I stroked slowly, pulling my cock almost completely out before thrusting back into his body. Soon my movements became more rapid and rougher. Dad gasped, “That’s good, Jeremy. Faster – fuck me hard, I love what you’re doing.” Achieving our orgasms would take longer this time. We were sweating. Our bodies slid against one another. Our kisses were deep 30 • Poppin’ in on Dad

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and frantic. My mind was reeling. I was fucking my father; I had my cock up my father’s ass. Dad was thrusting his hips, matching my strokes. Unintelligible sounds were issuing from our throats. I’d never had a sexual encounter affect me this way before. It was almost scary. I felt like my whole body was concentrated in my cock, and nothing else mattered. Dad triggered my orgasm by arching, crying out and spewing his sperm between us. I released my ejaculate into my father pulse after pulse after pulse. I thought it would never end, and I didn’t want it to. I finally collapsed over Dad, too weak to move. The next morning, I skipped classes and Dad and I went shopping for a California King sized bed for the master bedroom. Since I started sleeping with my father, I’ve stopped wishing for more independence.

Drug Bust by Uncle Kent and Uncle Rich The unannounced drug check at my school literally caught me with my pants down. A bunch of us guys had formed a J/O group and every noon hour we’d meet in the bathroom by the boy’s gym to shoot our loads. I’d just finished feeding my cum to a freshman named Jimmy and was leaning back against the stall wall with my dripping cock still out and my jeans around my ankles. Suddenly, the principal’s voice came over the loud speaker ordering all students to report to their home rooms immediately. We figured something was up and weren’t too surprised when our teachers informed us that there would be random searches made of our lockers and clothes by state drug enforcement officers. One by one we’d be called from class. We were to show the officer the inside of our locker and then be “sniff searched” by a drug sniffing dog. Assuming we were clean, we would then be free for the rest of the day. I was one of the last students called from my home room. The officer assigned to me was tall and brawny. His uniform shirt stretched over his big chest and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal hard, softball sized biceps – one of which was tattooed with a skull and rattlesnake. His trousers were tightly drawn over his big, muscular ass, thick thighs, and the noticeable bulge which graced his crotch. He was accompanied by a handsome black and tan German shepherd who was apparently named “Blackie”. The dog kept looking at my groin Drug Bust • 31

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and whining (not a good sign), and I wondered if he could smell the dried cum in my shorts. I showed the officer to my locker and, after opening it at his order, I suddenly remembered that I’d taped several photos of hot looking guys to the inside of the door. The officer scanned my locker, but didn’t make any remarks, although he couldn’t have helped but notice the big photos of the bare-chested muscle hunks I’d clipped from my sister’s Playgirl magazines. Blackie sniffed the locker and didn’t seem excited. “Looks clean,” the cop grunted. “Now we need to search your clothes. Come with me.” I followed the cop to the school nurse’s office. A second cop, who the first officer called “Sarge” was seated at the desk. I could see only the upper half of his body, but his barrel chest, broad shoulders, and beefy biceps indicated a powerful build. The second cop appeared to be in his fifties, with receding iron gray hair and a thick, silver mustache. The younger cop, who’d examined my locker, asked me to stand quietly while the dog sniffed my clothes. Blackie began sniffing my shoes and pants legs. Sure enough, when his muzzle reached my crotch, the big dog began whining. Suddenly, he grabbed my thigh with his front legs and began humping my leg. With an amused smile on his face, the cop pulled the dog free and ordered him to sit. To my embarrassment, my cock had responded to the dog’s “attack” by stiffening and creating an obvious tent in the front of my jeans. The cop, whose name tag identified him as Officer Miller, smiled at me and subtly fingered his own crotch. “Well, Sarge, it looks like Blackie’s found something. I’m going to have to ask you to drop your pants, son. I’ll lock the door so we’ll have some privacy.” The cop strode to the door and locked it securely. Then he turned and smiled at me as I stood against the wall, unbuckling my belt, and opening the buttons of my jeans. The older cop stood up from the desk chair, his big hands groping his own bulging crotch. It looked to me like both these guys were really enjoying themselves. When I pulled down my pants, my erection was obvious to all of us. The head of my dick strained against the fly of my cum-stained briefs. To my surprise, the younger cop placed a hand over my boycock and gave it a good squeeze. “You hiding something in there, son?” he asked gruffly. “Pull down your underpants, boy, and let me see.” 32 • Drug Bust

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I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but looking at the cop’s groin, I could definitely see a mound growing behind the fly of his tight trousers. Obediently, I pulled my briefs down to my ankles, letting my stiff boycock swing in the breeze, drooling a slender strand of precum from the tip. The cop reached out with one hand and grasped my hot dick, using his other hand to open his fly and unbutton the front of his shirt. “Nice cock, son! I think we can have a good time checking you out.” Sarge was now standing beside me. I could smell the man sweat emanating from his body. Reaching inside his open fly, the older man hauled out a thick, cut piece of manmeat. The younger cop, standing in front of me, pulled out his own erection. His dick was the longest I’d ever seen, with a thick shaft that tapered at the end to a smallish, bullet shaped head. Sliding his cock against mine, Officer Miller jerked them both with one hand. Then he reached around to grasp my ass and explore the crevice between my butt cheeks with his thick, calloused fingers. “Hey, Sarge, check out this pretty boy’s ass. Come take a look. We need to make sure he doesn’t have anything hidden up there.” The older cop knelt behind me, his rough hands gripping my asscheeks and pulling them apart. He began sniffing and then licking at my open butt hole as he spread my sphincter with two fingers. The younger cop released his hold on our cocks and spread his shirt open to reveal a beefy, furry chest, crowned with large, brown nipples. “Suck my tits, boy! Lick ’em! That’s it, nurse those babies!” I was a good twelve inches shorter than the officer, so it was easy for me to fasten my mouth on one erect nipple and then the other. Obeying the man’s orders, I sucked and nibbled on each tender fleshy nip. The cop reached back down and pulled my dick against his and resumed jacking us off as his partner slobbered over my butt hole. Suddenly, the younger officer pulled my head away from his chest and smiled down at me. “I need to fuck your ass, boy! Think you can take it?” I nodded yes, although I was a little wary of the size of his prick. Until he’d left for college, my older brother had fucked my ass almost nightly. But my brother’s cock hadn’t been anywhere near as thick or as long as the monster now rubbing against my throbbing boymeat. Still standing in front of me, Officer Miller ordered me to pull my t-shirt over my head. He grasped my pecs with his large, rough Drug Bust • 33

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hands and rubbed his thumbs over my erect nipples as he kneaded the muscle underneath with his fingers and palms. “Nice build, kid. Big and beefy, just like I like my boys. You work out?” I nodded my head silently, too turned on to explain my weight lifting and wrestling. The cop pinched my nipples hard, making me squirm and causing my cock to jump against my flat belly. Then, grasping my shoulders, he turned my body toward the wall. “Let me see that musclebutt, boy! Man, that’s pretty! I’m going to fuck the shit out of that ass, son! Bend over and brace yourself, boy; get ready to be royally screwed!” I followed the officer’s command and leaned forward, placing my palms against the wall. The cop dropped his pants and boxers and spread my cheeks and pushed his face into my asscrack, just like Sarge had done. Taking a deep whiff of boymusk, the cop began tonguing my hole, adding his spit to the slobber already there. Meanwhile, the older cop began licking at my cock and balls, bathing my hard dick with his warm, wet tongue. Looking down I could see his big, meaty erection dripping precum from his arrow shaped cockhead. The older man’s cock bobbed up and down on its own, causing his full, heavy balls to swing between his thick thighs as he became more frantic in his attention to my meat. Officer Miller stood and placed the head of his dick against my spit-lubed pucker. “Reach down and give ol’ Sarge a hand, boy. Grip his pecker and stroke it while I fuck your butt.” Using one hand to brace myself against the wall, I reached down with the other and grabbed the cop’s cock. It was surprisingly hard and hot. As I ran my palm back and forth over the rigid prick, the younger cop reached forward and wrapped his hand around my boycock and stroked it, all the while pressing his dickhead against my butt hole. Slowly, the officer’s spit-slick dick imbedded itself in my chute: first the smallish head, followed slowly but surely by the long, thick shaft. Sarge began humping my fist as officer Miller picked up the force of his penetration of my ass. I began pumping my cock inside the cop’s hand, driving it back and forth as his dick slid completely into my hole.

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The cop groaned and forced his cock as deeply inside me as he could. “Grab my buddy’s dick, son, and hold it tight. Ol’ Sarge is ready to cum and so am I!” I grasped the older cop’s dick just behind the head and, sure enough, his sperm began spurting forth, covering my forearm and dripping onto the carpet. Miller gave a muffled shout, and grabbing me by both hips, resumed pummeling my ass, filling my hole with his jism. Sarge pulled free of my hand, and using his cum for lube, I grabbed my own joystick and began stroking it frantically. Before Officer Miller could pull free from my hole, I was shooting my second load of the day all over the floor. Sarge, who had been kneeling in front of my crotch as he recovered from his orgasm, bent over to lap up my sperm. Panting, the younger cop and I remained still, his dick slowly inching out of my butt hole and my cock continuing to drool cum for his partner to lick up. Finally, the officer’s softening cock slid free from my hole and we both stood up. Sarge, seeing his partner’s cock swinging free, left off licking the cum-stained floor and began lapping at Officer Miller’s thick slab of meat, cleaning it of my ass juices and the officer’s sperm. The younger cop looked at me and smiled as the older officer continued to clean his cock. “Not bad, boy! Not bad at all! Did you like it?” I nodded yes. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you?” I shook my head no. “Want to do it again?” This time I found my voice. “Yes, sir! Any time you want!” Officer Miller reached forward and ruffled my hair. “Good boy. Next time maybe Sarge can bury his cock in your ass, too. What would you think about that?” “I’d love it, sir!” I answered truthfully. “Good,” the cop nodded. “Now get your clothes on and get home. Here’s my card. Call me soon and we’ll see what mischief we can get into.” I pulled up my briefs and jeans and pocketed the cop’s business card. I slid my t-shirt over my chest and enjoyed the sensation of the cloth running over my tender, erect nipples. Leaving the room, I retrieved my books from my locker and wandered home, replaying the afternoon’s events and fantasizing about the future. To be continued …. Drug Bust • 35

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Who’s Winning? by Maxie Fettermann My daddy’s friends always told him that I was a chip off the old block. When they said that, he would pat his big, round tummy, then pat mine, and respond, “Yeah, a great big chip off a great big block!” What most of his friends didn’t know was that Daddy and I had one of those “real close” father/son relationships. Daddy and I liked to fool around together, but our relationship was far from exclusive. Dad always said that there were far too many hot guys out there for us to only fuck around with each other. He was actually the one that introduced me to the local adult cinema. It was just across the street from our house. Sometimes we’d go together, sometimes we’d go alone. Occasionally I’d get all horned up, and Daddy would send me off by myself. That’s how I met Vito. Daddy had been trying to watch the game on TV, but I was really needing something up my butt. I kept trying to get his attention away from the screen, but he was too involved. Finally, he handed me a twenty dollar bill and said, “Why don’t you go across the street and see what kind of trouble you can get into over there. “Humpy Farmboys” is playing, and it’s pretty hot. I saw it last night.” So that was why he wasn’t horny. Who knows how many loads he had dropped the night before. I took off across the street, and no sooner had I plopped my big bottom down in one of the seats and fished my cock out, than this tall, skinny black kid sat down beside me. “Hey, Chunky,” he said rubbing my belly, “you’re sure looking juicy.” I turned to him and said, “Hey, dude. What’s up?” “One guess,” he responded, unzipping his fly and pulling out a long, drooling black cock. He looked like he couldn’t have been any older than me. He reached over and grabbed my hardon. “I like you fat boys,” he said. “You wanna fuck around?” Less than thirty seconds later he had my cock down his throat and two of his fingers up my boycunt, pressing on my prostate and pushing a big wad of cum up out of my balls and down his throat. I immediately returned the favor. Then we stuffed our cocks back in our pants and went outside. In front of the theater, he told me that his name was Vito Jackson, and that he had just discovered how much fun our little cinema could be. “I like it ’cuz there’s always a bunch of big guys in there strokin’ off to the movies. But your the first guy I’ve ever seen there that’s Who’s Winning • 41

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been anywhere near my age.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling it closer to his crotch. When I told him my name, he asked if he could just call me “Chunky”. I said that was fine by me and added, “My daddy brought me here the first time. If you like big guys, you’d really like Daddy!” 42 • Who’s Winning

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“No shit, Chunky! Your dad brought you to this place. He doesn’t care if you let some dirty old man suck your cock?” “Hell, no. Daddy and I fuck around all the time … but don’t tell anyone, OK?” “Man! I’d sure like to meet your old man sometime. He sounds wild.” “He is,” I answered. “If you want we could go back to my place now. Daddy’s there watching the game. It’s that building there,” I said pointing across the street. “Sweet!” Vito said. He squeezed my hand even tighter and took off across the street, pulling me behind him. When we got to the apartment, Daddy was still sitting in the living room, glued to the TV, wearing only his boxers. “Hey, Daddy,” I said. “This is Vito. I met him across the street.” Without even looking up, Daddy just grunted and waved. “He sucked me off and shoved his fingers up my ass.” “Uh huh,” Dad answered, as if he hadn’t heard a word of what I just said. “Then I blew his big, black cock. He likes big guys like us.” “That’s nice.” “Is it OK if he spends the night? He says he wants to ram his dong up my tight, white asshole, but only if you’ll fuck him first.” “Whatever you want to do, Baby. Why don’t you show your new friend your room, Maxie. Daddy’s game is almost over.” I pulled Vito into my bedroom. “If we want to get his attention away from the game, we’re going to have to use some serious strategy,” I said as I stripped him down to his underwear. I hadn’t noticed in the dark theater, but he was wearing red briefs, just like mine. Daddy was crazy for boys in red briefs. We headed back into the living room, where Dad sat with one leg thrown over the leg of the sofa. I motioned for Vito to go into the living room and show his ass off to Daddy. “You need another beer, Daddy?” I asked from behind the sofa. That he heard with no problem. “Sure, Baby. Bring your old man another cold one.” I went into the kitchen, asking Vito if he wanted a bowl of cereal. “Sure,” he replied. Vito looked around the room nervously. He strolled up to the TV. He was in Daddy’s line of sight now. His tight, firm, high ass looked Who’s Winning • 43

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like two bright red beach balls in his underwear. Dad had to be loving it. I could just imagine his big, fat boy-fucker poking down his leg, pressed hard against his thigh as Vito asked him, “Watchin’ the game, huh, Mr. Fettermann? Who’s winning?” Suddenly the room was silent. The red briefs did the trick. 44 • Who’s Winning

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When I turned around to look, Vito was on his knees in front of Daddy. His big, black cock was out and both he and Dad were drooling precum all over the place. Daddy had his hand on the back of Vito’s head, pulling him in, getting ready to feed him the cock that made Who’s Winning • 45

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me. I got an immediate boner. It made a tent in my shorts below my big, round belly as I went into the living room. I started to strip, and before I was completely naked, Vito had buried Dad’s cock in his throat. Daddy’s big, fat balls bounced against his chocolately chin as they both groaned and moaned. I had known for years how much Daddy liked getting blown, and I had recently found out how much Vito loved sucking cock, so I knew how much fun they were both having. Daddy was so lost in the fantastic blow job he was receiving, that he didn’t even notice when I picked up the remote control and turned off his ball game in the middle of the ninth inning with the bases loaded. I slipped up behind Vito, pulled his briefs down over his round ass and pressed my face between his smooth, ebony cheeks. The moment the tip of my tongue touched his black rosebud, he surged forward, shoving even more of my father’s cock down his throat. Vito gasped. Daddy grunted. And I was afraid I was going to lose my load right there on the living room floor. All of a sudden, Dad found his voice. “Boys, we have a rule in this house: no eating in the living room. Maxie, you should know better. Let’s take your little snack into the kitchen table.” He picked Vito up, threw him over his shoulder and marched us into the kitchen. Daddy sat Vito down on top of the table and pulled us both into his arms. He took turns kissing us, moving from my mouth to Vito’s. He kissed me and said, “Mmmm … tastes like boy butt.” Then he kissed Vito and said, “And this tastes like my dick. That gives me an idea. Maxie, get back to work. We gotta get Vito’s butt ready to take my fat cock!” Vito spread out on top of the table with his legs in the air. Now his butt was at a much more comfortable eating height. “You said Vito wanted me to fuck him before he fucked you, so you better get his hole nice and wet for Daddy’s cock,” my father told me. “I didn’t think you were paying attention when I said that,” I replied as I shoved my face back into Vito’s crack. He groaned as I worked as much of my tongue inside him as I could. “OH, FUCK, Chunky! You keep eatin’ my ass like that, I won’t need your daddy to fuck me. I’ll blast a load just from your tonguin’!” 46 • Who’s Winning

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Daddy stepped in and said that he couldn’t allow that. He had me suck his cock to get it as wet as Vito’s hole, then he let me guide it up the boy’s ass. Vito held onto the table tightly as Daddy slipped all the way up his tunnel. Who’s Winning • 47

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I felt kind of left out. My hole was just aching for some action. I whimpered a little, and Daddy knew exactly what the trouble was. He pulled me close to him and slipped three of his big, sausage-like fingers inside me. I wrapped my arms around him and held on until he and Vito both shot their loads. Then Daddy used his fingers to prod a load out of my cock. It splashed all over his thigh and dripped down to the kitchen floor. Vito did end up spending the night that night, and because I’d been such a good boy and brought my daddy a treat, they both fucked me all night long. 48 • Who’s Winning

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The Jock and the Janitor by Anonymous I had a special summer session with my tennis team. We were loosing our asses in competition, and to stay on the team we had to live in a dorm and play tennis constantly. We were on the old campus, with community showers, but I wasn’t turned on by all that hunky young meat. My taste had already been formed for aged beef. I was showering with my teammates, when I noticed the dorm janitor. He was a beefy older guy with gray streaked reddish brown hair and glasses. I noticed him checking out the dudes equipment when he thought no one was looking. I knew that this had distinct possibilities. I figured that if the guy liked to look, he might like to play, so I laid out a plan of action. I found out his work schedule and tried to be around to say hi to him as much as possible. Pretty soon, we were on first name basis. Then one day, I had a happy accident: I took a bad fall going for a far lob. Coach sent me back to the dorm to get showered and rest my sore muscles. I was headed back to my room when I saw Boyd the janitor in the hall changing light bulbs. I figured now was the time; we would be alone in the dorms for a couple of hours. I asked him if he would mind helping me in and out of the shower, since I was still a little shaky from my spill. He followed me to my room while I stripped and grabbed a towel, I had a pretty mean scrape on my leg, so I asked him if I could lean on him on the way to the shower. He put a big furry arm around me and we headed down the hall. He ran the water for me, and I got under it and lathered up. I caught him checking me out in the mirror. After the shower he helped me back to my room. Boyd asked if I was sore all over and I said, “yes.” He said I probably needed a massage and told me to lie on the bed and take the towel off so it wouldn’t get the bed wet. He grabbed some Intensive Care, and started slathering it on me. I was totally enjoying his sensual massage. I was really into his rough hands running over my body. I was on the rise. I had to raise my hips and adjust my boner. Boyd immediately knew something was “up”. “Getting to ya, kid?” he whispered in my ear. “Yeah, I’m kinda embarrassed, springing a boner now.” “Hey, it’s natural, and it’s just us guys. Roll over and I’ll do the front side. Whew, I guess you are enjoying yourself! What a boner! Kid, The Jock and the Janitor • 49

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tell you what. Since it’s just us guys, why don’t you beat off a load so you can calm down?” “Think it’s OK?” “Yeah. I’ll keep up the massage. Just get into getting off. Can’t have blue balls on top of your injury.” He kept massaging my body while I started caressing my meat. I could hear his heavy breathing, and I gave into the experience of being petted by a big hunky daddy as I slowly stroked my dick. I was really getting into it. “Come on, kid … Shoot that load just for me. I wanna see you get those nuts in an uproar. Milk out that boy cream for the old man. Yeah, stroke it faster … Keep it up, boy. I wanna see that hose spurt all over your body … Good boy, do what daddy says! Oh, Champ, you look so hot with your rod in your mitt!” “Uh!” I groaned and let fly with a load that drenched my stomach and chest. I fell back limp and let him rub that hot load all over my body. “Damn, that was a load buddy. You must have been saving up for a while. We’ll have to go get you another shower!” We did. We also talked for a while. He happened to be fifty-two, and I was two years younger than his son. He asked if he could watch me jerk off once in a while and I agreed. That started a fun time for us both. After a while, I began to think it was strange that even though he loved to watch me jerk off, he never took off his clothes or played with his ample bulge. But he was a nice guy, and I sort of got off on the attention. He would tell me what to wear (or not wear) when he picked me up – and brother, he knew exactly what he want to see me do once I was stripped. He often just held my nude body against his fully clothed body, calling me “Champ”. I had never told him I was more experienced with men than he might have thought. I thought a lot about seeing if I could at least get him out of his clothes and actually see what he looked like nude. His crotch really bulged when I was showing off for him. When I finally asked him about it, I found out that he was a little scared of taking off his clothes and getting too intimate with a kid less than half his age. Boyd’s birthday came along and I devised a plan. I called him one day and said I had a present for him. Since he had the day off, he agreed to pick me up at 9:00 AM. 50 • The Jock and the Janitor

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We snuck up into the attic of one of the campus office buildings that was closed that day, and there I gave him his present. It was four dog collars and a roll of Polaroid film (I had the camera in my gym bag). He looked a bit puzzled. “Well,” I explained, “we don’t get to spend that much time together. It’s always sort of ‘jack-and-run’. I usually get myself off too quickly, so the collars are for you to tie me down and watch me as long as you want. Play with my dick to keep me interested, but don’t let me cum. And you can take some photos of me for the times when we can’t be together and you need a reminder … but it’s a requirement that you undress this time.” “Whew, that’s wild. How long can you stay?” “I’ve got all day, but once I shoot, you have to untie me and take me home,” I said with a twinkle in my eye. “Kid you’ve got too many clothes on!” I was soon spread eagle on the floor. My dick was so hard it hurt as I watched him peel out of his clothes. He had what looked like nine inches of big, fat hooded meat with two of the fuzziest balls, and a stocky, fur kissed body that wouldn’t quit. He stretched. He was doing a little showing off himself. He lowered his body on top of mine. I could feel that hot dick digging into me. He started kissing me, and I kissed back. He then started licking every square inch of my body. When he lowered his mouth to my prick, I went out of my senses with pleasure. He was giving my rod a real workout, and between gulps he told me I picked great presents. Then he started to slowly jerk me. I’ve always been a leaker, and he was loving playing in all that goo! “Boyd, I’m too close … you’ve got me so horny, I can’t stand much more … ease up … I might blow too soon!” “What do you suggest?” “Lean over me … face my feet … then let’s see how much of that big piece will go down my throat.” He got in position and rubbed his piece all over my face. He wasn’t much dryer than I was, and I could feel his precum sticking all over my face. He then lowered that plump, skin covered head into my mouth. I raised my head up and gulped as much as I could. When he saw how horny I was he really fed me his dick. He started breathing heavy and then pulled out with a loud plop. I then felt his furry balls kiss my lips. The Jock and the Janitor • 51

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I was just getting into batting those melons, when he changed position and his ass hit my mouth. He spun around to face me and got up on his knees, straddling my chest. I looked up at my playmate as he beat his rod. He leaned forward and eased it into my mouth saying, “Take it, Champ. I want your mouth on my meat when I shoot. Here it comes!” He fired into my mouth – and I fired all over his back. “Well, Kid I guess I have to untie you now,” he said, sounding kind of disappointed. “I lied,” I said. “We’ll go for two.” “Good idea. We forgot to take any pictures.” After that day, Boyd got a real kick out of having me wear those collars on my wrists and ankles when we played. He said it was like his birthday all over again. I had gotten him out of his clothes, and had gotten him interested in more than just watching me jerk off, but after I saw the big piece of meat swinging between his legs, I knew I needed to get him to put it up my ass. And it wasn’t long before that happened. A few days later, my phone started ringing at 3:00 AM. I pulled myself up and grabbed the receiver. “Hello ….” “Hi. Is that you, Champ?” “Yeah, but … it’s real late. What’s up?” “Hey, I hear that your roomie is out of town for a couple of days. I figured we could get a little action at your place … early action! Get those dog collars and put them on your wrists and ankles, crawl under the covers nice and naked for me and go back to sleep until I get over there. Leave the door unlocked.” “Sure, Boss Man!” I was sleeping soundly when Boyd got there. He pulled my covers off as I slowly woke up. He usually like to 69, so it surprised me when he rolled me over on my belly and secured my arms and legs to the bedposts. I felt his weight hit the bed, and then I felt that hot rod of his lying between my cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. He started licking and sucking my neck. “Ya know, Champ, there’s something we haven’t tried yet. I want to stick my rod up your ass. It might take us a while to find the right fit. You know I won’t hurt you, but my dick is going up your chute one way or another, got it?” 52 • The Jock and the Janitor

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Yeah, I got it all right. What he didn’t know was that I had been dying for him to plug me. He was such a nice guy, and up to now, had been shy as hell about talking about what we were doing. He whispered in my ear, “You’re going to have to really relax, but it’s going in my favorite way – ‘spit and determination’.” Then he moved down and started lubing my hole with his tongue. I felt the tips of his fingers teasing my ring, giving it a real massage. My cock was leaking and I was moaning as his fingers started to move in and out of my hole. “That’s one cute rosebud, Champ. When I look at the size of my dick head, I worry that it won’t fit. Let’s get started. Lube my dick so the rubber won’t cut off my circulation.” He threw a couple pillows under my chest. He presented his dick to me, grabbed my head, and pulled my lips down his pole, gasping, “Fuck, Champ! Those lips … so hot! After we screw … I’ll give you the best head you ever had. Aw, fuck! So nice … Wet me up all over. Let’s get to it. I got to get up your ass now!” He got into that rubber and his tongue went back to work on my hole. I shot into outer space. The Jock and the Janitor • 53

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“I got to do it now. This hole is really steaming … almost begging for it,” he moaned. He got between my legs, leaning on one arm so that his other hand could work his dick. He started rubbing the fat head around on my ass ring, and from his moaning I knew he was enjoying himself. He finally got the head inside me by throwing both hands on the bed for balance and using his legs to power his pole deeper and deeper. He grabbed my hips, thrust deep and the rest is history. “Oh … fuck! You’re opening so nice … this is how you should always get me off!” He stretched out full length on top of my body, making just mini moves with his dick. “Now we got it inside, it stays. Let’s say I fuck out just a little of the juice off the top. Hell, even if I shoot it all, you’re so tight and hot, I can keep it inside for hours. I really want you to get used to it, because when I fuck you, I’ll ride you like a bronco.” We did end up screwing for hours. I don’t know when he found the time to put on a cockring, but he did and it gave him amazing staying power. I came three times during that one screw. Before he left (much later), he wanted me to have more control. So he lay on his back and had me sit on it. That was a better position for me. I pulled a few tricks riding him that made him so happy that I thought he was going to cry. He shot so much on that ride, it felt like it was going to shoot out the top of my head. The next time we screwed he sat on a chair and lowered me down on his fat cock facing him. He had a field day with that position. We 54 • The Jock and the Janitor

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both did. I loved the way it made me feel like a little boy sitting on my daddy’s lap, and I think that was what got Boyd so hot as well. I could bounce around on his cock for hours in that position before he finally pumped out enough jizz to make his cock go limp. There were still a few weeks of tennis camp left that summer, but after I had finally gotten Boyd’s cock up my ass, the only balls I was interested in were his. I spent the rest of the summer riding his pole in every possible position. The Jock and the Janitor • 55

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Frank’s taking forever to get the beers! ¡Paco ya se tardó con las cervezas!

What’s your problem, Bert? ¿Te pasa algo, Beto?

It’s so hot my balls itch! Send Manny to hurry his father up! ¡Hace tanto calor que me pican los huevos! ¡Que Mando vaya por su papá!

I heard that, and I’m not going. Ya les oí, y no voy a ir.

Please don’t make me go, Uncle Ray! Dad hides his beer at home and never lets me have any! ¡No, por favor, tío Ray! ¡Papá esconde muy bien las suyas y no me deja tener las mías!

Look, Raymond! Your nephew has a hardon! ¡Mira, Raymundo! ¡Tu sobrino la tiene bien parada!

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Manny! Show the guys the proud mark of our family! You mean this, Uncle? ¿Te refieres a esto, tío?

¡Mando! ¡Muéstrales a los muchachos nuestra orgullosa marca de familia! Ray told us you were a naughty boy, but we didn’t believe him! Here’s some money! ¡Ray ya nos había dicho que eras un pícaro, pero no creímos que tanto! ¡Ten este dinero! I’d like to play it! ¡Yo juego!

What is this? Some kind of bet? ¿Se trataba de una apuesta?

What kind of a sick card game is this?? ¿Qué clase de juego sucio es éste??

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NO. The money is for you to buy us more beer… NO. El dinero es para que nos compres más cerveza...

Manny, you’re back! I hope you don’t mind, but it’s so fucking hot in here, and we were already tired of just playing poker, so now we’re placing dirty bets! Interested? ¡Mando, ya regresaste! Espero no te importe, pero hace un calor de la puta madre y ya estábamos cansados del puro póquer, así que estamos apostando cochinadas! ¿Le entras?

…And where the fuck is Dad? ¿Y a dónde se fue papá? Your uncle says you’re good at giving head, boy. Tu tío dice que eres bueno mamando verga, niño.

Think you’re good enough to milk my balls in less than ten minutes, boy? Wanna make a bet with me? ¿Serás tan bueno para sacarme la leche en menos de diez minutos? ¿Quieres apostar conmigo?

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You really told them that, Uncle Ray? ¿Les dijiste eso, tío Ray?

And what if Dad suddenly comes back? ¿Y si papá viene de repente?

Uncle Bert is cumming first, boy! UHH… ¡Tío Beto se está viniendo antes, niño! OHH...

Forget the cards, this boy is ready to play a better game! ¡Olviden las cartas! ¡Este niño está listo para jugar algo más rudo!

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Suck it, Manny! We wanna see your soft little mouth working on your dad’s brother’s meat! ¡Hazlo con tu tío, Mando! ¡Queremos ver tu suave boquita chupando el camote del hermano de tu papi!

Look, my cock is hard again! ¡Mira, la tengo dura otra vez!

Ready to take it all, boy?

¿Listo para llevártelo todo, niño?

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Fuck him now, Buck! ¡Méteselo ya, compadre!

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SON! BROTHER! What the fuck…? ¡HIJO! ¡HERMANO! ¿Qué carajos…? But, since you’re already playing… Pero, ya que estás en eso…

I’ve told you dozens of times, NO GAMBLING, Manny… Te he dicho muchas veces que NO APUESTES, Mando…

It’s my turn! ¡Me toca a mí!

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Midway Adventure by Richard Barber When I was young, the circus came to town every year. All the boys in town would help set up the tents and booths in exchange for free passes to the circus. I was heading for the empty field where they were setting up the Big Top when I was distracted by a man at one of the booths under construction. He was wearing tight jeans, boots, and an open plaid shirt that exposed his hairy chest and abs. His solid, sweaty muscles glistened in the noon sun. He was chatting with a girl I knew from town as he put his booth together. Perhaps my eyes lingered too long in his direction, because he looked directly at me as the girl walked away. He kept looking at me and then yelled for me to come over. “Hey, buddy,” he said, “can you come here a second? I need some help.” I walked over to his booth. He was trying to attach a shelf to one wall but needed an extra pair of hands. “I need your help while I do some screwing,” he said jokingly. After we got the shelf in place, he said, “Thanks, buddy. Would you like a cold soda?” We sat in the shade under the shelf in the front of the booth. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?” he asked. “Jason,” I answered. Harry nodded. “I saw you looking at Eva. Do you know her? I think she wanted some action, if you know what I mean. She said she would come back later. She makes my dick twitch. I like a good blow job better than anything, but most chicks can’t suck dick for shit.” Pretty soon we heard a girl’s voice calling out, “Harry?” “I think that’s Eva. Stay here hidden under the shelf and listen to me fuck with her.” He stood up, leaned over the shelf, and started talking to Eva. All I could see was Harry’s body from his waist down. I sat drinking my soda and enjoying the view of Harry’s crotch directly in front of my face. He was showing a nice bulge through his tight jeans. Eva had no idea I was there. Soon he was saying very sexy and suggestive things to her. His cock started getting hard. He lowered one of his hands to his crotch and rubbed it a few times. This was getting to be too much for me. To make it worse, he slowly unbuttoned the top of his tight jeans. Midway Adventure • 63

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I was not sure if he knew I desired him, but he was sure teasing me. Harry’s cock continued to grow as he chatted with Eva. I very nervously reached up and touched his cock through his jeans. He responded by pushing into my hand to let me know he liked it. He unbuttoned another button, then another. I knew he needed to release his cock from those tight pants. I unbuttoned the last button and fished out his cock. It sprung out and hit me on my cheek. His cock was dripping with precum. I held onto his beautiful cock and leaned forward with my tongue to taste his dick drool. He responded with

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a forward thrust. He was poised for action. He wanted me to service his cock and balls. I held onto his big balls as I went down on his cock. His crotch gave off a musky, manly scent. I licked over the skin of his cock as it throbbed with excitement. Then I pulled out his big, hairy balls and sucked on them. He smelled so great. I reached around to his firm buttocks with both hands and pulled him into me. I wanted to take my time and enjoy his manshaft but I knew it wasn’t going to last very long. He was slowly building up to a nice orgasm. After a few more strokes, I could taste his warm cum squirting into my mouth. He started to tighten his body then let loose with a moan and a deep sigh as he shot load after load into my welcome mouth. I let him cum at his leisure, then relax as I enjoyed the taste of his juices. I kept his cock in my mouth as he slowly became softer. Even soft, it was a great cock. He said goodbye to Eva, closed the shutters on the upper part of the booth, and sat down beside me with a plop. “Wow!” he said as he let out a deep sigh of pleasure. “That was sensational! I never had such a good blow job!” he said to me. I blushed and shyly looked down. “I liked it, too,” I said. “How did you keep Eva from knowing what was going on?” “She thought I was jacking off while I was talking dirty to her. She loved it. Boy, if she only knew!” Harry laughed. Then he asked, “What are you doing later tonight? Why don’t you come by before it gets too busy here? I’d like to show you my ‘special booth’ on the other side of the grounds. My younger brother Mike runs it. He has a nice cock and loves blow jobs. Are you interested?” “Sure, what time?” I asked. §

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As we walked down the midway, Harry spoke to several of the other men working at the booths and the rides. His second booth was located at the end of the midway near the Fun House. It didn’t seem to be doing much business, so we stood there for a few minutes talking, then he motioned me to come around to the back. I followed him through a canvas curtain opening. Inside were small boxes and all sorts of stuffed animals they gave out for prizes stacked along the walls. Around the side and the front of the booth was a shelf covered with canvas like a small tunnel. Harry ducked under and motioned for me to follow. We crawled up to the front of the booth and crouched under the shelf on our knees. Harry pointed out a large hole cut in a section of the partition. Directly in front of me was his brother’s crotch. I got the idea. They had cut holes just at the right level so someone could suck on their cocks while they were standing at the counter. “Would you like to try it out with my brother and me?” Harry asked. “Mike’s cool, and he likes to get sucked, too.” I was rather excited at the thought of sucking this stranger right there in public. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” Harry crawled back down the tunnel, leaving me ready for action. I was scared and excited all at the same time. I heard the shuffle of feet as his brother moved up to the hole. He was talking to some prospective customers. He had on light colored jeans and showed a slight bulge at the crotch. He was standing directly at the hole, but I was afraid to make the first move. He reached down and unzipped his pants. He was wearing white briefs and already starting to show a large bulge. He leaned forward and placed his hard cock through the hole. I heard Harry come into the booth area and start talking to a customer while Mike spread his legs and braced himself waiting for my warm mouth to wrap around his long cock. He slightly gasped when I went down on it. I placed my one hand around his cock and the other around his big balls. I could tell he was hot and would cum real fast if I wasn’t careful. He had a manly, musky smell. His cock tasted of precum mingled with the salty taste of piss and sweat. I started to work faster, causing him to suddenly gasp loudly. He shot load after load until it was running down my hand and chin. Mike’s cum came out with such 66 • Midway Adventure

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force I could feel it hit the back of my throat. His body shook and he laughed as he released his load. I continued to drink his hot cum until I had drained the last drop from his long shaft. Then he pulled his cock out of the hole and tucked it back into his pants. He quickly zipped up and walked away from the hole. Harry appeared in front of the hole, bent over, and offered me a bottle of Coke. Then he squatted in front of me and said, “What did you think of my big-dicked little brother? He’s a hot little fuck, isn’t he? You want some more action? I can give you some more cock if you’re willing.” “Sure,” I said. He stood up without saying a word, unbuttoned his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Then he offered me his manhood for the second time that day. I reached out, pulled him closer to the hole, cupped his warm balls in my hand, and started to tongue the tip of his cock. I licked some of his precum from his dick, then went down the shaft to his warm, hairy balls. I took a deep whiff and licked them hungrily. I cupped his balls with my hand and pushed one finger towards his moist asshole. This seemed to make him hotter, and he spread his legs to give me better access. I could tell he liked having his ass played with, and I wished I could kiss it and make love to it. I was still sucking on Harry’s cock when I heard another man’s voice talking to him in front of the booth. Harry didn’t pull away, but let me continue servicing his balls and cock. “What are you up to?” the new man said. I stopped sucking for a minute and wondered if the man was aware Harry was getting a blow job. Harry laughed, but didn’t say anything. “Are you getting your cock sucked at that suck hole again?” he said. Harry said, “What makes you think that?” “Because you look like you’re enjoying something. I’ve known about that hole ever since you had that chick sucking your dick in Topeka.” “OK, Bob, you caught me. But please don’t spoil it for us. We have a great cocksucker here that we don’t want to lose.” “I thought so, you sex fiend. I won’t tell anyone, if I can get my cock sucked, too.” Midway Adventure • 67

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He told Bob to come back in about fifteen minutes, after he had popped his nut. Bob agreed. I had stopped sucking Harry’s cock, and he stood there with a big hardon. He reached down, shook his cock, and shoved it deeper into the hole. I loved on his cock until I could feel him starting to cum. He just stood there and let me drink down all his warm sperm. After he started to relax, he put his cock back in his pants and squatted down in front of the hole again. “Sorry I committed your service to Bob. But he’s my boss and is really a nice guy. I’ve seen his cock a couple of times when we were pissing. I know you’ll like it. It’s really big. Hope you don’t mind an uncut cock. If you don’t want to suck him off, you can still take off before he gets back,” Harry said. “Does he know it’s a guy under here?” “Shit, he wouldn’t even think twice about it. He just loves to get his cock sucked. Here he comes now.” I peeked through the hole as he came through the back entrance and nodded to Harry and Mike at the back of the booth. He was about forty with dark hair and a mustache. I thought he was a goodlooking stud. He had on khaki pants, work boots, and a tight t-shirt that showed off his firm body. Bob told Harry and Mike to close the front flap of the booth because he didn’t want to be interrupted. Harry did so, then moved to the back with Mike as Bob took his position at the hole. He unzipped his khakis, dropped them, pulled down his boxer shorts, and exposed his big, soft, uncut cock. I was fascinated not only by the size, but also by the long foreskin now covering his cock. I gently took his balls with both hands and caressed them, and then touched his beautiful cock. He moved closer to let me have full access to everything he had to offer. The veins in his cock stood out. The head was completely covered with soft, pink skin. This was going to be a new experience for me, and I knew I was going to like it. I felt his cock twitch some as I placed his foreskin in my mouth and ran my tongue around, tasting the precum. I started to work on his cock with more tongue action. It was getting bigger and longer with each stroke. He called around to Harry and Mike without looking around. “Hey, you’ve got a great cocksucker here. Don’t lose track of this one.” Harry agreed with Bob as I kept sucking his shaft. 68 • Midway Adventure

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I wanted it to last forever, but he started to moan and pump his cock into my eager mouth. He was very large, and I had to pull all the way out to catch my breath before going down on him again. Bob knew how to give it to me without making me gag. He started to cum, and continued to pump away. He was shaking and gasping as he shot load after load of sweet, white cum. Most of it gushed down my throat before I could even swallow. I was gasping for air, but finally got my breath and slowly started licking all the cum off his dick. He let me do my thing before he gradually pulled away from my warm mouth. I reluctantly released his cock. He stood back and pulled up his boxer shorts and his khakis. As he hooked his belt, he turned to Harry and Mike and said, “OK. See you men later. Thanks,” and walked out. I continued to hang around the circus grounds all that week, blowing Harry, Mike, and their co-workers. And when it was time for them to move on, they offered me a job as their special assistant. I eagerly accepted and set off to suck cock from one end of the country to the other.

Camping Trip part 2 by Eddie D. At five in the morning, we got ready, walked over to the jetty where our boat was anchored, and got on our way. The sun was just peeping up over the horizon when I saw the island where we would be camping. Waves lapped on the shore, gently beating the surf. Stretches of white sand gave way to tall reeds and in the distance, mammoth boulders. The sun slowly illuminated the sky, bleaching every rock in sight. Our campsite was on a pretty deserted spot at a higher elevation surrounded by a thick growth of trees. We had to hike up a series of steep hills to get there. We could expect that things would be private there, and that pesky picnickers would not disturb us. After we set up our tents and a fire pit, James and Ryan decided to stay behind while Dad and I headed towards a fast-moving river that we had seen nearby. Seeing that there was no one else around, I stripped off all my clothes and dove into the water. The icy water enveloped me as soon as I jumped in. It jolted me awake. I watched as my father stripped. He swam with me for a while and then climbed atop a flat rock nearby. As he lay on his back, the hot sun lulled him to a drowsy sleep. I could see his soft, hooded cock lying across his left leg, wreathed by his dark pubic hair. His piss slit Camping Trip part 2 • 69

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just peeked past the hood. His hairy ball sack lay pendulously between his outspread hairy legs, almost resting on the rock. His furry muscled chest gently rose and fell as he snoozed in the sun. I climbed the rock as silently as possible, trying to surprise him. I lay next to him and rested my head on his chest. I was, of course, still dripping with water. I shivered, especially when a slight breeze whipped up over us. “I enjoyed seeing ya getting your first shag last night,” Dad said. “It was my idea for James to be the first. Hope you didn’t mind.” “Not one bit. But I wish it had been you,” I moaned. “Dad, I have wanted you for so long.” My father dragged a finger around the rim of my boyhole, making me groan in frustration when he withdrew it. I heard him inhale deeply. He was smelling his finger! Dad wet his fingers in his mouth, and was right on target when they located the rim of my arsehole once more. He toyed with it for a couple of minutes, then said, “Well, here I am. Why don’t ya get me hard and we’ll see what happens after that.” My tongue made a slow trail down past his nipples (which I chewed on and played with), past his six-pack torso, past his pubes and made an agonizingly slow ascent up his shaft until I made contact with his leaking piss slit. Eight thick inches separated his plum-colored head from his balls. I engulfed his leaky helmet, while squeezing his balls, pulling them hard and stretching them. “Oh, yeah, milk those balls! Squeeze ’em harder! That feels so fucking good!” I did just that, pulling his bull balls until they were taut against the thin skin of his scrotum. They looked obscenely huge. I engulfed them in my mouth, wetting the very balls that had churned up the cum that gave me life. “Awww! Fuck!” Dad yelled. I asked if anything was wrong. He groaned, “No, it’s just that my balls are chock-full of seed. You’re gonna be getting the full blast before I’m through with you.” Dad’s dick was hard and dripping. I was sure that he wanted more than just a quick blow job. His hand wandered to my cock and balls and he stroked my raging hard on as he started to pull on my nipples. When he tweaked them, my willy jumped. His fingers caressed my swollen balls and his own big cock continued leaking precum in a steady stream. Dad stood up and pulled me up into a standing position facing a bigger rock. He placed my hands flat against the shear 70 • Camping Trip part 2

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rock face, like he wanted me to brace myself for the onslaught that was about to happen. “Hang on,” he said, “this could get rough!” I was bent over and Dad stood behind me with his legs wide apart. He spat into his right hand and coated his turgid pole. He then spread my legs further apart with his thighs and pushed his thick battering ram into my unlubricated hole. I saw stars and yelled for Daddy to pull it out. He did, apologizing and saying that he thought I was ready for a fucking. He bent me over and I felt the probing, cooling lubrication of his tongue against my hurt hole. Pulling my cheeks apart, my dad then aimed his tongue-swipes at the bull’s eye of my wide-open sphincter. His attempts at opening up my boycunt were having a desired effect. A couple of fingers were shoved up my arse, and they slid in, meeting no resistance. In fact, I began to fuck myself on Dad’s thick digits. I was begging for it, Dad said. “That boy is ready for a fucking. I’d love to see you ram it up his hole,” cried a deep voice behind us. We turned around to see an older granddad type, holding his swimming trunks in his right hand. He looked like one of those retired military types. His gray hair was closely cropped, and his face was clean shaven. He was deeply tanned. The old guy had definitely kept in shape; he still had the muscular frame of a soldier, with heavily defined shoulders, a barrel chest, and heavily packed thighs. He still probably worked out several times a week. More than anything else, it was his rampant cock that drew my attention. It was definitely used to having its way. It stood up proud, and every time granddaddy clenched his butt cheeks, his penis bounced a little and stiffened. He had bushy pubic hair and his massive cock was long and thick with a big vein running the length to the huge purple cockhead. Its hood was already drawn back, and his piss hole was producing a steady stream of cock liquor. His balls were round, low hanging, and full. He approached us and toyed with the head of my dad’s cock. “Is this your son?” he asked. “Oh, yes. I’m getting ready to fuck him for the first time,” Dad replied, as he stuck a third finger in my expanding cock milker. “Ask your daddy, boy. Beg your daddy to fuck you. You know you want it!” the old guy shouted to me. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me! I wanna feel your cock split me in half!” I begged him deliriously. Dad obliged as I felt his anvil-shaped head Camping Trip part 2 • 71

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slide in, followed by eight thick inches. I felt Dad’s balls slamming against my arse. They were still wet from the tongue bath I had given them. He held my hips still for a moment, making the most of the first fucking he was giving me, distending the walls of my stretchedout rosette. The older guy ambled up to me, and stuck his cock in my mouth. I kneaded his balls, pulling on them hard like I’d done with my dad. “Hmmm … like playing rough, don’t you, boy?” He shoved his granddaddy dick in my mouth, not stopping until his balls rested on my chin. It was much thicker than I imagined, and my gag reflex made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. “You wanna play rough?” the ex-military man said. “Here it comes!” He withdrew his manhood from my mouth, and then rammed it down my throat again. The thick, helmeted cock seesawed in and out my mouth. I could feel his foreskin moving along with his dripping dick. It was sliding up and down deeper past my throat. His willy dripped with my saliva as he took an agonizingly long time to remove his granddaddy cock. I was relieved when I could breathe again. He went over to Dad and asked, “Mind if I sample some of that boy butt? It looks mighty nice.” “Be my guest,” was Dad’s reply. Dad pulled out and stepped back, leaving my hole gaping and empty. I cried out in frustration. The old guy took Dad’s place and hammered his organ deep into me, until I could feel his sweaty chest against my back. When he found my nipples, he twisted them and pulled hard until they were red and tender. His cock rubbed my prostate, which sent waves of ecstasy rippling through my body from my butt hole outwards and upwards. I groaned and moved my hips backward, seeking more of the sensation. Before I knew it, I was groaning louder and harder. I wasn’t the only one. After slamming into my boycunt a few times, I heard the old guy grunt and yell, “HEY! What the fuck … No one’s ever gone up there before! Stop! I’ve never been fucked … DAMN! OH, FUCK!” My dad was quick to reply, “You’re fucking my son, which means I get to use your hole.” I felt the double force of my father as he smashed past the prostate of the guy who was hammering at my hole. Soon we got a rhythm going. Dad would rip into the guy’s arsehole and the older gent would ram into me. I would squeeze on that mammoth cock, milking it and backing 72 • Camping Trip part 2

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up against it as I felt it withdraw. The back and forth motion was too much for the guy. Both his cockhead and prostate were subjected to delicious torment. I soon felt his girth expand, as he yelled at the top of his lungs and hosed my hole with his seed. Dad took the old soldier’s place, and rammed his hole stretcher all the way home. He brutally shoved his thick inches into me and yelled, “Gonna fuckin’ make you cum! Gonna make you squeeze my cock! Then I’ll feed you my cum!” He started jacking off my boy dick, furiously pounding all of his manhood in my gripping cum tunnel. “Are you close? Are you near getting your fucking rocks off?” my father asked as he pulled his manhood out of my arse, slamming it back in seconds later. His cock began to piston in and out of my hole more easily and the head slammed against my prostate, sending shivers through me with wild, erotic waves. His enormous prick was stretching my boy cunt to the limit but I still managed to clamp my arse muscles around his tool when he thrust it deep inside me up to the hilt. Dad grunted his approval. His pace quickened. Soon, it all became a blur. Dad became a brutal fuck-machine. He’d pull his cock halfway out of my ass before he smashed it back in. Both of us were approaching the throes of an orgasm that would leave us drenched and satisfied. I was being pushed over the edge and I felt the climax build from my balls. Dad’s helmet cockhead hammered my prostate one last time and that did it. “UGH! I’m cumming, Daddy! OHHHH FUCK!” I yelled. Whitehot energy flew out of my cock, splattering the vertical rock in front of me and dripping down its face. Dad held onto my hips, gripping them like a vice. He roared at the top of his voice and sluiced my hole with his juice. It was already filled to overflowing from the previous load, and when he finally pulled out, the excess cum spilled from my ass, coating my cock and balls. It slowly seeped down my legs. We turned around to the older guy and invited him back to our camp for round two. He declined, saying that his son and grandchildren were waiting for him at the hotel near the beach. He had gone for his early morning swim and hike, and if he didn’t return soon, they’d get worried. We gave him general directions to the camp in case he was ever free to come visit us. He smacked my butt sharply, kissed me on the lips, and said he’d come by if he could. Dad and I put on our clothes and made our way back to camp. To be continued … Camping Trip part 2 • 73

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