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Handjobs July 2006 Letters Jay Discovers Himself by Rick Horsmann Six One Thousand by R. A. Padgett Waiting for Timmie by Stephen Scott The Glade by Peter Dunraven Wearing Next to Nothing by Peter That Time of Month Spunk Bucket The Full Treatment Dirty Daddy by Wayne Jasper Black Neighbor by Jon Hold Hay Fever part 2 by Rolando Mérida Personal Ads Handjobs Order Form

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Jay Discovers Himself by Rick Horsmann I pulled into my driveway at 2:00 AM, horny and frustrated. The evening was warm and breezy with a full moon. It was the kind of weather that always stimulated my already overeager libido and I’d spent the evening cruising the bars for a stud who could fill my needs. Unfortunately, the guys who sparked my interest had no interest in me and the guys who came on to me weren’t my type. It’s not that I’m picky. If the man is masculine, fit, and smells of sweat and/or cigarettes, he’s my type. I’d almost gone home with a big, burly bear with a furry chest and huge arms and thighs, until in the heat of the moment, I’d shoved my hand into his open fly to discover a pair of frilly women’s panties. I pulled my hand from his crotch as if I’d been bitten by a snake and excused myself, leaving the bar in disgust. Now I was kicking myself. The guy had a huge cock and balls and my dick was stiff and begging for release. I could’ve ignored the panties and been spewing my spunk all over his furry chest by now instead of coping with a serious set of blue balls. As I stepped out of my car, attempting to stand despite the stiff, throbbing meat filling my jeans, I noticed a body crouched on the curb in front of my neighbor’s house. Ray, the home’s occupant, was on a business trip, and I’d promised to keep an eye on things for him. I stepped over to investigate the crouching form and realized that it was Ray’s son Jay, who’d just returned from his first year of college on summer break. The boy who’d left a year earlier had been good looking in a scrawny, awkward sort of way. The man who’d come back was strikingly handsome and nicely filled out. Ray had explained to me that Jay had joined the weight lifting club and the results were obvious. The kid had gotten tattooed as part of his initiation into the club and large gothic letters spelled out “NO FEAR” across his newly broadened shoulders. Now Jay was seated on the curb, his bare torso lit by a street lamp, his head in his hands, looking fucking miserable. I squatted down next to the kid and put a hand on his smooth, muscular shoulder. “You OK, pardner?” I asked. The boy raised his head and shook it negatively. “I totally fucked up, Mr. Rick. My dad’s out of town and my girlfriend was going to spend the night. We were gonna go all the way until she saw this.” The boy leaned back and fingered his left nipple, which was graced with a small, silver ring. “She was totally grossed out. Told me that Jay Discovers Himself • 7

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the tat was bad enough, but that at least she didn’t have to look at it. When I explained that all the guys in the club had a pierced tit and that I liked it, she told me that I needed to decide who I liked better, her or my club brothers. I got mad and told her that any one of my club buddies could suck cock better than she could and that’s when she stormed out. I was gonna spend all night fucking her sweet cunt, and now I’m left just horny and frustrated!” I could certainly empathize with the boy’s frustration and noticed that, indeed, his hard cock was obvious under the tight cloth of his shorts. My own cock was still begging for release, and sitting next to this handsome, horny kid only made its demands more obvious. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to make it behave. I pressed my leg against Jay’s newly muscled thigh and he didn’t pull away. Maybe I had a chance to solve both of our problems. “Listen, son,” I offered, “we can both get off if you’re serious about getting a blow job. Hell, I’m so fucking horny that I’d even take your dick up my butt if it’d make you happy! Whad’ya say? No one has to know except you and me, and we’ll both get some satisfaction tonight.” Jay looked at me questioningly, trying to determine if I was serious. He pushed his thigh against mine and I smiled. “Sure,” he responded. “I play around with my club brothers once in a while. I’ve never fucked a guy’s butt, but I wouldn’t mind experimenting a little.” I placed my hand on the hard ridge running down Jay’s thigh and felt the heat of his stiff meat radiating through the cloth of his shorts. The boy’s expression changed from one of easy affability to intense lust as I massaged his erection and he reached over to do the same for me. I glanced up and down the street to make sure that we were alone. “Let’s go to my place,” I suggested. “It’s probably not cool to have sex right on the street, even at two in the morning.” Jay nodded his head and we stood up, each of us having to stop and rearrange our stiff meat in our respective pants to make walking possible. I led the way back to my house and into the yard. My house was effectively screened from my neighbors by a dense hedge, and the night was so beautiful that I decided to stay outside. I led Jay to the side porch and indicated that he have a seat, explaining, “I’m gonna get us a couple of beers and some lube. Wait here.” 8 • Jay Discovers Himself

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Jay sat on the top porch step and I slipped through the side door and into the kitchen to grab two beers, a jar of grease, and a bottle of poppers. By the time I’d opened the beers and returned to the porch, the boy had stripped off his shorts and sandals. Jay slowly ran his fist up and down the length of his thick, hard pecker, obviously enjoying the sensation of his own hand on his hot meat. I offered him a beer, which he accepted with his free hand, and we both took a couple of swigs. I put down my bottle and unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans drop down to my booted feet and allowing my cock to swing free. The boy smiled at the sight of my long, thick pecker as I slipped out of my boots and jeans, stepping up to me so that we stood, cock to cock, drinking our beers and anticipating what would follow. I reached over with my free hand and flipped the lid off the lube, reaching in and dipping out a generous dollop of grease with three fingers. I wrapped my slippery fingers around Jay’s cock and mine and began stroking them as if they were a single, giant hardon. Jay grinned broadly before taking another swig of his beer and I did the same. As the boy began to thrust his lubed cock against mine, I laid the cold glass of my bottle against his newly pierced nipple. The boy writhed and groaned in obvious pleasure as I worked the bottle’s surface against his sensitive flesh. “Your girl may not appreciate your piercing, but I think it’s damn hot!” I growled. As his cock thrusts became harder, Jay lost his balance backwards and reached for my chest, grabbing my thick pec meat to steady himself. I put down my bottle and grabbed his butt to help him stay on his feet. The kid’s ass was firm and beefy, and unlike his smooth, rock-hard torso, his asscheeks were covered in thick, soft hair. As my fingers dug into the solid mass of butt muscle, my willingness to get fucked took a 180 degree turn and became an uncontrollable desire to fuck Jay’s virgin hole until we both came. My fingers slid into the cleft of his ass and probed his hot, sweaty hole. Jay opened his eyes wide at my touch and shook his head side to side. “You said I could fuck you, Mr. Rick. I don’t know if I can take your cock up my ass.” “Before you can fuck someone else, you should know how it feels to get fucked, son,” I countered. “I need to show you how it’s done before you do it to another guy. Then you can have a go at my ass.” Jay looked at me dubiously. “I’m not sure I’m willing to do that.” Jay Discovers Himself • 9

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I pressed the cold glass of my beer bottle hard against his nipple making him jerk and moan. “Tell you what, son. Let’s just keep playing and see what happens. I won’t try to fuck you unless you beg me for it.” Jay considered my offer and then nodded his head. “I’m having a great time, sir, and I need to cum. It’s a deal !” I had a plan, and I was pretty sure that, before the evening was over, Jay would be pleading for my cock. I grabbed the poppers and twisted off the cap. “Take a hit, boy! Not too deep; just a whiff.” The kid obeyed my instructions and I recapped the bottle. I picked up my beer and took a mouthful of cold brew. As the poppers took effect, I fastened my mouth on the boy’s pierced nip meat and let the cool liquid bathe the erect knob, sucking and lightly nibbling at the sensitive flesh. At the same time I gripped the kid’s butt cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart to expose his assbud to the warm night air. Jay responded to the poppers, my hands, and mouth with instant and total lust. The boy ground his crotch against my chest, fucking the cleft between my furry pecs with his stiff meat and rhythmically clenching and relaxing his hard butt muscles. Each time he relaxed his glutes, I was able to slide my fingers deeper into his asscrack until the tips of my index finger found the vulnerable center of his assring. I alternated between firm and gentle pressure, pushing against the soft, sweaty ring of muscle. Jay had grabbed my shoulders to steady himself and was bucking against my sweat-soaked body, slamming his thighs against my pecs and upper belly. I was afraid the horned up boy would cum before I could fuck him, and I eased my pressure on his butt and removed my lips from his nipple. “Easy, boy!” I growled. “You don’t want to cum too soon. There’s lots more we can do before we shoot.” The kid nodded his head and took a deep breath, relaxing his taut body. I stood erect and hugged the boy against me, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. I let his pulse drop to normal before offering him another hit of poppers. The boy willingly sniffed at the bottle, and I took a hit myself before recapping it. I grabbed the boy by his hips and gently turned him around to face the front of the porch. “Bend over, son, and show me your ass! I’m gonna give you a real treat! Something your girlfriend would find disgusting.” 10 • Jay Discovers Himself

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The kid obeyed, grabbing the porch railing for support as the poppers took hold. I squatted down behind the boy’s rock-hard butt and pried apart the beefy cheeks, giving me my first view of his soft, pink pucker. My head began to buzz as I fastened my lips to the musky ring and my tongue slipped out to lap and lick at the entrance to the kid’s fuckhole. Jay bucked and spasmed as my tongue probed deeper and deeper. I pulled the kid’s butt tight against my face as I worshipped his clean, musky mancunt. Finally, unable to breathe, I pulled my face from the kid’s ass and sat back on my haunches, gasping for air. Jay froze and turned to stare at me. “Don’t stop, please! That was fuckin’ wild! Keep it up and my ass is yours, man!” I knew that I was close to my goal and nodded, silently promising to give him more of what he obviously craved. The boy turned back so that his ass was again in my face. I reached over and found my empty beer bottle and greased the lip and neck with some more lube. Jay uncapped the poppers and took a third hit. As the poppers took hold and the boy relaxed, I pressed the mouth of the bottle against his now-willing pucker. The boy flinched as the slick, cold bottle butted against his hole and turned to see what I was up to. Realizing my plan, Jay smiled, closed his eyes, and pushed back against the bottle, willing his hole to accept the probe. The lip of the bottle popped past the kid’s tight ring, followed by the neck. Now only the shoulders of the bottle were visible, wedged tightly against the kid’s butt muscles. I reached between the kid’s meaty thighs to find his balls. With a little effort, I managed to wrap my fist around his big nutsac, alternately tugging it and releasing it to make his stiff cock bob up and down beneath his flat belly. Jay began bucking hard on the bottle, and I was afraid the entire container would disappear up his hole. I pulled it out and dropped it, then reached into my jeans and pulled a condom from the back pocket. The boy turned to watch me as I unrolled the rubber over my greasy erection and then applied more lube to the outer surface. “I want you to cum inside me, Mr. Rick. Breed my ass and fill my pussy with your cum!” I shook my head in disagreement. “You’ll get my cream, boy, but we’re gonna be safe. Now bend over and get ready for your first real fuck!” Jay obeyed my order and braced himself against the porch railing with his muscular arms. I positioned the head of my cock against his stretched, slimy hole and pushed forward. It was good that I’d Jay Discovers Himself • 11

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used lots of lube, because the boy plunged back against me, taking my entire cock – head and shaft – into his rectum in one motion. I’d planned on going slow and being gentle, at least a first, but the boy had other ideas. Jay pulled forward again until only my cockhead remained inside him, then slammed back against me, grinding his hard, furry asscheeks against my pubes. I had no choice but to match his pace and force and I pushed back, hard and fast, giving him the intense fuck he was begging for. I gripped the boy’s hips to steady myself, and he braced himself on the porch rail as I slammed my cock in and out of his hot gut. I reached around to grasp his cock in my fist and began jerking his meat in time with my thrusts. I could feel my balls draw up in my sac, and at the same time, Jay’s dick became even harder, signaling his approaching orgasm. Pulling my dick from the boy’s hole, I ripped off the condom and grabbed him by his broad shoulders. I whipped him around to face me, pushing him down to his knees. From where I stood, Jay’s shoulders and pecs looked larger and even more powerful. I could easily see his hard cock in the bright moonlight and the head glistened with a combination of lube, precum, and sweat. I stroked my cock with one greasy hand, using my other hand to roll my balls against each other in my sac. The boy looked up at me, waiting for my next move. “Work your fingers into your asshole, son,” I ordered. “Feel how wet and loose it’s become. Your butt will never be the same now that it’s been fucked. Every time you see or meet a hot guy it’ll twitch and open up, begging for that man’s dick. That’s it, shove your fingers up there! Get ready for my cream!” Jay pushed his hand between his legs and under his nutsac to probe his own hole. The boy flogged his cock as his fingers slid into his fucked-out pussy, and I could tell that he liked what he felt. My cum began to churn in my balls, and I aimed my stiff meat at the boy’s upturned face. My first load of hot, thick manjuice erupted, splashing the boy on his lips and jaw. Jay opened his mouth wide, and my second load landed on its intended target: the surface of his extended tongue. The next two volleys hit lower, at his chin and the base of his neck, and dribbled down the deep valley created by his straining chest muscles. Jay pulled his tongue into his mouth and savored the flavor of my cream as he continued to flog his meat. Arching his back, he shot load 12 • Jay Discovers Himself

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after load of boycream into the air, spackling the porch floorboards and his own body with his sperm. I watched in awe as Jay produced a huge fountain of cum, releasing the pent-up frustrations of the day as hot, musky spunk. Eventually, the torrent of cream turned to a trickle and the boy relaxed, his head bent, panting as he kneeled before my half-hard cock and drained balls. Jay Discovers Himself • 13

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I reached down to grab him under his arms and hauled him to his feet. Remembering my promise, I licked my drying cum from his handsome face and then thrust it into his open mouth, giving him more of what he’d wanted all along: my hot man juice. Jay sucked my cream from my tongue gratefully, pressing his smoothly muscled, tight body against my sweaty, furry pecs and belly and smearing my body with his spent spunk. The kid’s cock was still rock hard and my meat began to stiffen again in response to his cum-coated body’s heat and smell. I grasped the nape of his neck and guided him up the porch stairs and into the house, turning his willing body down the hall towards my bedroom. “C’mon, son, we’re gonna take a little break. Then, I’m gonna keep the other half of my promise. You’re gonna fuck your first manhole. And I guarantee that you’re gonna love it!”

Six One Thousand by R. A. Padgett “… Six one thousand, seven one thousand, eight one thousand, nine one thousand …. Come on, you pussy! One more – give it to me! Give me that last one. Yeah, boy, come on. Fuck, yeah!” The fucker wasn’t going to let me off easy. Sometimes he’d push me into hating him. This whole love-hate cycle was driving me up a wall. But I wanted what he had to give; I wanted my flabby, out of shape body to look like his. I knew I was stuck with certain traits: my short, stocky body would never conform to, say, the body I idealized. But this man, my coach, had that sort of body: tall, built like a brick shithouse, amber eyes that could bore right through you, and the smoothest, chocolate satin skin stretched taut over his perfectly proportioned frame. But right now I hated him. Right now he could go straight to hell and I wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Right now, he could go fuck himself! “One more set on the bars. I know you want to give it to me. Let’s go, buddy.” I always just melted when he called me buddy. He must have known it, as he always ended our sessions by calling me this, and I always forgave him for his tirades. On the last set, I looked up at him spotting me and got an eyeful of his crotch, which only made me want to push myself further. I lusted after this man in the worst way, and damn if he didn’t know it and use it against me. “You did real good, 14 • Six One Thousand

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buddy. I’m proud of you, and all your work is starting to show. Time to shower up now … hop to it!” I felt proud of myself and warm all over. I trudged to the locker room, lightheaded and my legs all rubbery. I opened the door and smelled that moist testosterone scent as I walked in. I turned the corner to my locker just in time to glance at Coach as he bent over to remove his shorts, revealing a sparkling white jockstrap framing his beautiful ass. I got a great view of his nuts partially escaping the pouch. He turned to see me staring at him before I could avert my eyes, gave me a little smile, and continued with the unintentional striptease. I stood there slack-jawed as he stripped off his jock, freeing a beautiful piece of man meat overhanging two incredible, pendulous balls. As he turned to go to the showers, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him until he was out of sight. I looked down at my own tented crotch and then to the floor where he had left his jock curled up amongst his other clothes. I couldn’t help myself; I had to get at it. I carefully made my way to this treasure. As I brought it up to my nose, I inhaled deeply, almost as I would a drug. Fuckin’ A! The rank, sweaty aroma was everything I expected and more. Intoxicated, I fell backwards against the bench, banging loudly into a locker door on the way down. I heard the shower shut off and Coach yelled out, “Are you OK?” Gathering myself together I replied that I was fine. In a panic, I threw down the still warm jock on top of his other clothes. But it was too late. Coach rounded the corner with a towel wrapped around his waist asking, “What happened? Are you sure you’re OK?” “Yeah – I mean, yes, I’m fine, sir,” I replied. Thank God the panic actually helped my boy dick calm down, but not without leaving a noticeable wet spot on the front of my briefs. My face bright red, I looked down at my feet as I continued to pull my sweats up around my thighs. “Aren’t you gonna shower, kid?” he asked. “No, sir. I have to get home fast … uh, I mean soon.” His eyes boring right through to my soul, he said, “Well, I’ll tell you what, kid. Obviously you are in need of some more intense training, so what do you say we crank it up a notch? You may not like it at first, but you’ll thank me in the long run. We’re going to be doing something a little different from now on. We’ll begin and end our workouts in Six One Thousand • 15

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the pool. You’ll swim laps for forty-five minutes both before and after our sessions, as a warm up and cool down. The next thing – and I need you to trust me on this one – I want you to shave tonight when you shower. I want all the hair off your chest, crotch, and legs; not a single hair left on your body. Do you hear?” This last was said with more authority then I was used to from this man. “You can use a little talc after your shower to help with the itch. Get a good night’s sleep because you are gonna need to be rested for tomorrow. Meet me at 1:30 instead of 3:00. We’re gonna get that shag of yours cut off – half an inch on the sides and one inch on the top. You’ll keep it that way from now on.” He was testing me, I knew it. I was powerless. “And as for these,” he grabbed the waistband of my briefs, his fingers creeping inside, grazing my piss slit, “you’ll lose these panties and start wearing boxers like a man. You’ll enjoy the feeling of your equipment swaying back and forth as you walk.” He quickly let go and the waistband snapped back and slapped the head of my erect dick, causing a small moan (more like a whimper) to escape my throat. He brought his fingers up and licked the precum that had gathered on them. “Now be a good boy and clean up this mess!” With that he put on his socks, slacks, shirt – no underwear – and stormed out into the evening. I was shocked, stunned. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was if he had reached into the dark recesses of my mind, grasped my hidden fantasies, and wrung them dry for his pleasure. My mind was reeling. A moment later someone entered the locker room and yanked me back to reality. I finished dressing and stuffed my things into my backpack and his stuff into his gym bag. That night, noticeably shaken, I succeeded in making myself a brief meal. Just a power shake and tuna on rye. Then I sat down to watch some tube. Increasingly distracted by my thoughts, after about an hour, I decided to turn the damn thing off. I wondered whether I could do what Coach had demanded of me. He really liked to test my limits and make me reach beyond my grasp. “The only way to grow,” he would say. But this was something new, kinda humbling, humiliating, yet exciting. I wasn’t sure if I could do it. Turning down the living room lights, I went into the bathroom, stripped off my street clothes, and threw them into the hamper. Coach’s bag fell down from where I had put it when I came in the door. A rush went through me as I stared at the bag. When I unzipped it, the 16 • Six One Thousand

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contents fell out onto the tiled floor. I brought his shirt up and sniffed at where his pits had been, the aroma nearly knocking me over from my squatting stance. It was wonderfully heady, unmistakably a man’s odor. I couldn’t keep from frantically grabbing his jock and bringing that to my nose, too. I loved the smell of this man. I touched it to my lips, and my tongue darted out to taste that sweet tang. It didn’t take much to shove the whole pouch into my mouth. My dick was rock hard and starting to drip again. I brought a finger full of my precum to my lips. I licked it slowly, bridging it from my tongue to my fingertips. I needed this! I needed him … in the worst way! Gaining some control, I began putting his stuff back in his bag. Taped there on the bottom was an small manila envelope with my name written on it. It stood out like a gold ticket in a candy bar, beckoning me. Without too much thought I grabbed it and ripped it open. What fell out was a link, just a single platinum link of a chain and note that read, “IN THE BEGINNING ….” That fucker! He had to have planted this before we even got to the gym today. A wave of fear swept over me. No, not fear, more like trepidation for what I thought lay ahead. I started my bath water, getting it a little hotter than normal, and brought out my clippers. I started trimming off all the hair on my chest, pits, and pubes. I gathered my tools and stepped into the bath with a 3-pack of disposable razors, a can of shaving cream, and a couple of washcloths. Slowly lowering myself into the hot water, I soaked for a couple of minutes before beginning what turned out to be an hour and a half procedure. I had shaven before for swim team in high school, as had a majority of my teammates, so it didn’t bother me as much as Coach probably thought it would. After nicking myself a couple of times, I decided to slow down and enjoy the process. I started with my legs and went on to my chest, armpits, and butt. I started to shave my pubes, and stopped short. I ended up shaving around my balls and up the shaft of my dick, leaving a patch of hair above my dick as kind of a fuck you statement. I let the water out of the tub, which ended up leaving a mass of stray hairs all over. Stepping back in, I got the handheld shower head and sprayed down my body and the tub surround. Using the shower, I squatted down and paid particular attention to my ass and balls. The water strumming against them felt incredible. Six One Thousand • 17

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I got out and dried off thoroughly, opening the bathroom door to let some of the steam out. Wiping down the mirror, I was surprised to see how my body looked after removing all that hair. My muscles that I had worked so hard at looked more defined. The cleft in my butt cheeks and the shadow of my overhanging chest showed proud and proper. The air against my body felt so good! I wished I had done this earlier. I liberally dusted myself with talcum. My skin turned satiny soft and smooth. I shook off the excess powder and trotted off to bed. I was excruciatingly tired, probably from the workout along with the mental and emotional strain. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke with a fierce hardon, humping the crisp, cool sheets, fucking the air with an animal lust. The sheets behind me crept into the crack of my ass, the ones before me encapsulating my dick like a French whore. My moaning and groaning interrupted only by one word; a mantra of sorts: “Coach.” “Please, Coach; ugh, Coach!” I went over the edge bucking the sheets and biting my pillow. I came with a vengeance, crying out loudly, the white-hot slag pulsing out of my dick, into the bed sheets, and soaking my belly. “Fuck, yeah! Jesus H. Christ! Fuck, yeah! Please, I need it! I need you!” I got up and blindly sopped up the majority of my spooge with a towel and trudged to the living room with a blanket and my alarm clock in tow. I slept soundly for the rest of the night. I woke up refreshed and revitalized, drank a quick cup of brew, and tore the sheets off my bed – starchy pile that they were. I took a fresh set of sheets out and proceeded to make my bed. I dropped my laundry off at my favorite cleaners, and they promised to have it done in a couple of hours. I did some shopping, and returned to pick it up. There were two bundles: mine and Coach’s stuff from yesterday at the gym. I had an appointment to keep and I arrived early. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I found him there, eyeing his pocket watch. I jumped out of the car grabbing the laundry, and shuffled toward him, shyly watching the sidewalk as I came up to him. With a grunt he directed me to get into his car, saying we had somewhere to go and didn’t have much time. I don’t think I looked at him at all until we came to a stop in front of a barbershop. The sign outside read “Buzz cuts $15.00”. I looked over at him and he pointed his eyes at 18 • Six One Thousand

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the sign then back to my eyes again. Once more a small whimper escaped my throat. As we entered the shop, the barber acknowledged Coach and finished with his client. After the customer left, the barber locked the door behind him and turned the open sign to closed. The barber and Coach led me to a chair without saying a word. The coach told the barber to crop the sides as usual but leave a little length on top, “not so much that I can’t see him sweat.” Little did he know that I was sweating like a pig under the rubberized cape that thankfully hid my full-blown boner. Coach told me, “You are to look into my eyes the entire time, boy.” I did as he said, his eyes burning into my soul, my dick twitching and leaking under the cape as the barber shaved my head. The clippers found every erotic nerve on my head. Coach grabbed a handful of my crotch through the material. As he looked at me and I at him, he started massaging roughly and continued staring right through me. He said, “I know what you did last night. I’ll always know.” His grip tightened, catching my entire kit as he continued, “I’m gonna let it go this time, but from now on you are not to cum. Not unless and until I say you can! You can beat off and milk that dick of yours all you want, but you are not to cum, do you understand?” “Yes,” I answered with all the breath I could spare with those damn eyes looking into mine, piercing mine. I was starting to shake from the need. “Please, Daddy. Please let me!” I groaned out loud as tears started involuntarily leaking from my eyes. “Fuck, sir. Please!!” This went on only a few minutes before he said, “OK, boy. You can cum now.” Just then he wrenched my dick hard and the barber dug his hands into my freshly cropped hair. Coach reached up to squelch my moans, covering my mouth and forcing the seed right out of my dick like a fire hose. I came violently and as noisily as I could with his hands covering my mouth. “Fuck, yeah! I need it, sir. Please, I-needto-fuck-your-fist! Yeah! Holy fuckin’ Christ!” He never took his eyes off of me. As he let go of my mouth, I gasped for air. He let go of my kit, stood back, and gave me one of those halfsmiles of his. The barber finished up in a few strokes and ripped the apron right off of me. I was horrified to find in the crumpled folds of my jeans, a huge wet spot that would be impossible to hide. Nodding his head to follow him, Coach led me through the door. Outside, on the way to the car, we passed a couple, and as they looked Six One Thousand • 19

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down at my crotch I was surprised that along with my shame and humiliation, there was a sense of pride in my stain. As we drove back in silence, I kept wanting to say something, but failed at every attempt. “Coach, I … oh, never mind.” Finally as we pulled into the parking lot I blurted out, “Coach. I just wanted to say how much I appreciate, um, the extra attention.” He stopped me before I could continue. His voice lowered an octave, and quietly he told me, “Look kid, this isn’t about your dick. The sooner you learn that the better. I’m gonna let you go this afternoon. You have a lot to think about, but I want you to show up here tomorrow at 1:00 and bring your suit – we’ll warm up in the pool. As I grabbed my bag from the back seat he said, “Leave those there with my stuff. Now get along and get yourself some rest – you’ll need it.” I was walking toward my car when he stepped out of his and called out, “Stop!” I turned to look at him palming and playing with some shiny object, making it dance along his fingers like a poker chip. He winked at me as he flipped it through the air. Instinctively I reached up and caught it. It wasn’t a coin at all, but another silver chain link, a perfect partner to the one I found in his bag last night. I looked up, but he was already in his car and had started the engine. He didn’t even look at me as he drove away. I took the other link out of my pocket where it had been stashed and connected the two prizes together. I knew in my heart what they symbolized.

Waiting for Timmie by Stephen Scott Larry glanced at his watch once again and seethed. His eyes went back to the novel he had been trying, without success, to read. As he took in the line he’d already read four times without comprehending, he closed the book and threw it aside. 1:37 AM. When his son finally put his key in the lock this morning, he was going to be the recipient of a homecoming he’d never forget. Larry got up and went to Timmie’s bedroom. It smelled subtly of the boy himself. He walked to Timmie’s closet and absently opened the laundry hamper. He placed both hands inside it and brought out a wad of the boy’s clothing: sweat-stained shirts, worn trousers, and white cotton briefs. He held the mass up to his nose and breathed deeply. The scent of his son’s body – sweat and genital musk and the 20 • Waiting for Timmie

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slightly sweet, acrid odor that emanated from the seat of the underpants – filled his nostrils and he found his penis expanding. Just then, he heard the sound of Timmie’s car rolling up in front of the house. Larry sighed, relieved to know his son was OK. A millisecond later his anger overtook that feeling, and as his son walked into the room, he stood up and confronted the boy with it. “What the hell do you have to say for yourself?” Larry barked. Timmie was so startled to find his dad waiting up for him he couldn’t answer. His father’s hand gripped his arm, leading the boy painfully toward the bed. Timmie stood trembling as his father growled, “I’m going to give you the spanking of your life, boy. Take your pants down – right now!” Realizing that his dad was serious, Timmie nervously fumbled with his zipper and snap, but Larry was too furious for patience. He roughly took the boy’s arm again, brought him forward, and shoved the jeans down around his son’s ankles. Then he pulled him down over his lap. With his left hand across Timmie’s back, he held the boy down tightly and raised his right hand, bringing it down sharply across the boy’s underpants-clad butt cheeks. The snap of flesh on flesh broke the silence of the room, and Larry was frustrated to realize that the punishment would not make itself sufficiently felt through the cotton briefs. The feel of round, plump flesh through material lacked the satisfactory snap to diffuse his fury. Larry put his hand under his son’s elastic waistband and jerked violently, hauling the underpants down past Timmie’s smarting butt, leaving a pouch in front that housed the boy’s penis, keeping it safely away from the flesh of his own leg, and a pouch behind that hid the teenager’s scrotum from his father’s view. Larry hit his son’s naked buttocks with a hard blow, and the sound of the smack – a nearly wet slicing noise – ripped through the room. A beat ahead of the sudden jolt of pain in his bottom, another surge of heat plowed its way through Timmie’s belly and enveloped the head of his cock. He cried out. Again his father’s palm made contact with his smarting, unprotected flesh. Again a concentration of stinging, startling pain began in his rump and traveled through to his crotch, where it emerged as pleasure – the electric thrill of sexual desire. The blows began to fall hard and fast now: smacking, stinging, hurling wave upon wave of fresh pain into Timmie’s ass. Each slap caused him to hurl his crotch against his father’s leg, resulting in Waiting for Timmie • 21

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still another stab of pleasure in his penis. Involuntarily, he thrust his reddening ass toward the punishment it was receiving, inviting it by closing the gap between palm and butt-flesh. Timmie’s cock, trapped in the pouch of his underwear, grew hard and wet, and pressed between his body and his dad’s naked thigh. It protruded against the white cotton like a throbbing little pup-tent, shaming him. His balls, encased in cotton behind him, roiled in their sac, drawing up tight. The blows abated for a moment as Larry paused in his spanking. His hand raised above his head, he stared down at the rose-red buttocks burning beneath his gaze. Then Timmie felt a callused palm against the smarting, inflamed heat of his ass. Larry held it there, its dampness cooling his teenaged son’s battered rump, then hauled it away and brought it down again, hard, swift, in sharp contact with the boy’s stinging bottom. The feel of his hand on his son’s nakedness made his cock jump. Larry threw himself into his actions once more, pausing now and then to rub Timmie’s poker-hot buttocks briskly before smacking them again with his meaty paw. The boy was moaning and squirming, as much in sexual heat as in pain, and his father’s rhythm altered. Larry began to spank the boy fully, not concentrating as he’d done at first on one and then the other reddening cheek, but bringing his palm against as much of the crimson butt as he could reach with every new blow. Timmie’s dick thudded against Larry’s leg, and the boy could tell he was nearing release when his dad stopped suddenly. After a moment, still holding the boy down with one hand, he stopped paddling his son’s ass and used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. Picking Timmie up and laying him face down across the mattress, Larry stood and pushed his trousers down and off. Larry had felt the unmistakable prodding of his son’s hard, young cock against his thigh. His hands on the boy’s naked ass – that beautiful set of firm, round buttocks – was exciting Timmie at the same time it was driving Larry to an erection fuller than any he’d ever known. Timmie took in the sight of the massive pillar of hard sex beneath his father’s underpants before Larry slid them away from his body. He watched as his father reached down to his big, throbbing cock and made a fist around the big shaft. The purple head was drizzling pre cum, and his balls were drawn up tight in their sack. He sat on the bed and let his hand travel coolly and soothingly down the boy’s 22 • Waiting for Timmie

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back to his reddened rump, where it caressed each stinging, scarlet inch of Timmie’s ass. Larry’s eyes were clamped shut and his mouth was slack as his big fist beat up and down on his massive prong. His rough hand gently rubbed and stroked Timmie’s whipped asscheeks, ministering to the damage with a tender, erotic touch. He parted his son’s asscheeks and was engulfed by the furnace heat from the boy’s naked ass. The feel of his father’s hand between his asscheeks, so close to his puckered hole, made the boy swoon. He felt his balls draw up as his cock gave way, splashing the pup-tent of his shorts as he came with an intensity he’d never felt before. His asshole clamped tight, squeezing Larry’s palm between his butt cheeks. His dad stiffened at that moment, and Timmie felt a shower of hot liquid on his ravaged butt as Larry came, splashing the boy’s red-hot ass with his cum. When their bodies had stopped convulsing, Larry gently placed his hands on Timmie’s sides and turned him over before laying his big body on top of the boy’s. He raised his body up until the spent cocks touched, dribbling fresh semen on each other, and sought the boy’s lips with his own. “Oh, God, Daddy,” Timmie gasped. “I want your cock! Fuck me with that hot cock, Daddy!” Both dicks re-engorged as father and son writhed in passion on Timmie’s bed. Timmie’s eyes shone feverishly. He pushed his thighs apart beneath his father, and wriggling his torso, managed to manipulate his buttocks until they spread just above his dad’s re-hardened cock. Larry gasped as his prick embedded itself between his son’s sweaty cheeks. The boy closed his buttocks on his father’s cock and stared into his father’s eyes with purpose. He leaned his head up to his father’s face and kissed the man softly on the lips. Then he whispered, “Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me!” Larry lifted the boy in his arms. Timmie pressed his face to Larry’s chest and nuzzled his nipples. Larry carried Timmie into his own bedroom, laid the boy in his bed, and knelt to take a tube of lubricating jelly from a drawer in his bedside table. The boy pulled the comforter and sheets down, and Larry’s eyes noted with pride and desire the gracefulness of his son’s slender body and the jut of his erect cock. Timmie lay on the bed once more, his arms open, and Larry fell into them, his mouth hungrily searching for his son’s sweet lips. Waiting for Timmie • 23

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After kissing for a bit, Larry moved his lips down Timmie’s chest, nipped at his hardened nipples, ran his tongue along the soft down of his son’s lean belly, and took his tender cock in his mouth, suckling the head, lapping the shaft, kissing the tufted balls. He gently spread his son’s thighs and dipped his face toward his scarlet buttocks. He kissed the firm mounds and let his tongue trace a line from the scrotum down to the crack between Timmie’s cheeks. He ate his son’s asshole with a passionate desire he had never felt before. The sweet, acrid scent of his son’s most secret place intoxicated him, and he felt his cock rise even further as his tongue slid inside Timmie’s asshole. Timmie gasped, closing his legs around his father’s body, his head thrust back against the pillow. The thought that the tongue thrust up his hot bottom belonged to his father made him swoon with pleasure. His cock throbbed painfully as Larry kissed his anus. All of his desire was now concentrated in his butt hole. He was conscious only of the need for his father’s cock to take the place of the skillful tongue now loosening him up. Larry reluctantly pulled his tongue out of Timmie’s sweet behind. He spread the jelly on his fingers and thrust them between his son’s cheeks. Penetrating the velvety membranes with a single push, he teased the boy’s anus and drove his fingers past it and up into the enveloping heat of his son’s clutching rectum. His index finger massaged the boy’s prostate while Timmie gasped and cried out. Slowly, Larry pulled out once more. He globbed a hefty amount of jelly on his cock and spread it around, feeling like he would cum. But no, not yet, not until …. He positioned himself over the boy’s body, his head parallel with his son’s, his cock pulsing between Timmie’s thighs. Leaning his face down to kiss his son’s eager lips, Larry let the tip of his wet, oily cock tap lightly at his son’s asshole. The boy relaxed and Larry let the tip slip inside the boy. Then feeling no resistance, he pushed a bit harder until he felt his son’s ass lips kiss his cockhead. Timmie gasped suddenly, then sighed, and his butt hole relaxed. Suddenly, Larry was embedded deep inside his son’s asshole. He kissed the boy again and began to piston in and almost out. His son clamped his thighs once more across his back and pushed his ass back to receive a more active fucking. Larry began to hump the kid unmercifully, fucking him hard and fast, his balls slapping the boy’s hairless cheeks. As his passion mounted and his rhythm increased 24 • Waiting for Timmie

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its velocity, his eyes brimmed with tears and his lips sought the boy’s own. He kissed his son, fucking the boy’s sweet tender ass, and wept tears of release, gratitude, and love as the boy began to raise his hips spasmodically. Larry felt a splash of hot liquid against his belly at the same moment that Timmie’s anus clamped down hard on his cock. He came in a gush, spraying his son’s ass walls with spunk as he cried out. Timmie gasped and groaned as his father arched his back and came, then fell with exhaustion on his son’s shuddering, heaving body. Their lips met once more and they kissed as Larry’s cock slowly slipped past Timmie’s sphincter and flopped out to rest against his oily, wet asscheeks. “Oh, Daddy,” Timmie sighed. “You’re the best fuck ever!” Larry grinned. “I told you this would be something you’d never forget, didn’t I?”

The Glade by Peter Dunraven My aunt Flo had been after me for years to come visit her, and finally here I was, back in my home town – the town of my childhood – after twenty years. After a couple of days renewing friendships, I told my aunt I was going hiking on the mountain. As I left the house, she remarked, “I bet you wish Chet was with you. You know, I still miss that kid!” Everybody had liked Chet; I know I did. He could always make me laugh and knew just when to cheer me up with one of his sly winks. He had been my best friend from the third grade until my family moved away to the east coast, where my father had landed a fine new job. Chet was of medium height with short blond hair, a muscular body (from the sports he loved), and a friendly, outgoing personality. I was dark, thin, shy, and interested in music and art. Yet for some reason, we were perfectly compatible. Chet usually took the lead in our youthful adventures, and I was content to follow because everything was more fun with Chet. I liked everything about him – especially his uncut cock. He was the only uncircumcised kid I knew, and his foreskin absolutely fascinated me. I longed to see it up close and play with it. I guess I was a bit obsessed with the idea, but it sure provided some great J/O fantasies. The Glade • 25

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Of course, I had occasional opportunities to see him naked: changing into our trunks at the local pool and after gym class. He probably wondered why I never took the shower next to him, but always went to the far end of the room. I was really afraid that if I looked at him in the nude for more than a few seconds, I’d get an erection, and how would I explain that? The day before we moved away, Chet came over to help with our last-minute packing, but my father said, “I can finish this up by myself. I think you boys should spend the day having some fun; it may be quite a while before you get together again.” It was a perfect summer day and Chet suggested one last hike up the mountain. Of course, I agreed and off we went. Skip, Chet’s little fox terrier came with us, dashing off into the bushes from time to time, only to rejoin us when Chet called or whistled. We got to the lake (halfway up the mountain) and stopped to eat some sandwiches we had brought along. When we had finished, Chet noticed that Skip was missing. Then we heard him barking in the distance above us. “We’d better go after him,” Chet said and started climbing up the steep slope through the trees. As usual, I followed, noticing for the millionth time how perfectly his tight, worn jeans fit his cute little butt. Skip kept barking furiously and in about fifteen minutes we came upon the dog standing at the edge of a clearing in the trees. Chet walked into the center of the clearing where there was a huge, flattopped boulder. He looked around, then turned to me with a shrug. Skip stopped barking when we arrived, and as I went to join Chet, I saw the dog lying down for a nap. Chet was unbuttoning his shirt, saying, “Let’s get some sun.” I looked about and saw we were in a bowl-shaped depression in the side of the mountain, about thirty feet across. Large ferns surrounded the glade and lush grass studded with wild flowers carpeted the ground. Half the area was bathed in brilliant sunshine and the rest in cool shade. When I turned back to Chet, I was amazed to see him lying stark naked in the sun, arms flung wide, and eyes closed. He had never done anything like that before. He was so beautiful I could hardly breathe, and I felt my cock getting hard. I knew he expected me to join him, so I undressed, but was so afraid he’d see my erection that I lay on my side facing away from him, trying to think of something else. 26 • The Glade

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The glade was wonderfully quiet and peaceful. Even the birds seemed hushed. No breeze stirred the treetops. I was dozing when I thought I heard him call my name – then I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Pete?” I rolled toward him onto my back. My eyes were still closed when I felt his open palm on my chest and heard him say in a low, intense voice, “I’m going to miss you – a lot!” I turned my head to look at him, and laying my hand on top of his, I replied, “And I’ll miss you – always!” He closed his eyes and bowed his head. A long moment passed and then to my astonishment, I saw a tear slide out from under his eyelash and start down his cheek. A great wave of tenderness rose up in me and I leaned toward him and kissed him gently on the forehead. A moment later I felt something touch my hip. He pulled back slightly and looked down. I followed his glance and was thrilled to see his dick was as hard as mine. Our cocks were about an inch from each other. His foreskin had slid back about halfway and I wanted so badly to start playing with it, but I didn’t quite dare. Then Chet took the initiative by pushing his hips forward till the head of his cock lightly touched mine. An exquisite sensation ran through me and Chet’s gasp told me he felt it, too – so, of course, I did the same to him. We continued to alternate our movements in this thrilling new game. It was incredibly erotic, and I could hardly believe that Chet liked it as much as I did. I began to push his foreskin up and down with my cock. Suddenly, he cried out, “Oh, Pete!” and clutched my body against his. I felt his cock spasm against mine, and I instantly came, too, experiencing the most explosive orgasm of my life. We lay there holding each other and panting as the thrills gradually faded. At last, with a great sigh, he rolled onto his back and lay still with his eyes closed. Our cum was mixed together on our stomachs and chests, and I couldn’t resist stirring it a bit more with my fingertips before wiping us off with an old bandana I had in my pants pocket. Chet seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and for some time I just sat there looking at him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his nakedness. It was as if I was trying to memorize every inch of his body. His regular breathing made me bolder, and I leaned over him, longing to kiss and lick him from head to toe, but afraid he’d wake up and think less of me for doing something so weird. My cock stiffened The Glade • 27

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again and the urge to taste him became overwhelming. My tongue was about to touch his foreskin, when he suddenly sat up, pushed me down on my back, threw one leg across me and sat straddling me, laughing at my startled expression. He was holding my arms to the ground and I think he expected me to try to throw him off, but I didn’t budge because I loved the feeling of his warm balls nestling against mine. In a moment, he was hard again and started a fucking motion with his hips to rub our dicks together. Winking roguishly at me, he pressed our cocks together and began to gently stroke us. He looked so handsome there above me with his strong legs hugging my hips and his face showing the pleasure he was feeling. As he picked up the pace, he began running his other hand over my chest, so I slipped my hands under our balls and began massaging them against each other. He groaned, throwing his head back, and after a few minutes, I was afraid he might cum. I didn’t want that yet, so I grabbed his wrist. He stopped immediately and sat still, panting and rolling his eyes up to show how close he’d been. After a pause, he began again, and this time, I allowed myself the pleasure of running my hands all over him, everywhere I’d ever dreamed of touching him, even kneading his asscheeks. It was so exciting I was about to stop him again when he gasped, “Oh, Pete, – this feels so good!” I was so thrilled by his enthusiasm that I decided to take the initiative for once. I grasped his shoulders and gently pushed him off me and sat straddling him. He looked a bit surprised at my aggression, but lay still, watching me with wide eyes. I began lightly caressing his shoulders and neck with my fingertips. His lips parted, his eyes closed, and I heard him softly panting. It’s now or never, I thought, and leaning down over him, I began to kiss and lick his throat. He made a whimpering sound as I moved down to his chest and began teasing his nipples. I tasted his entire upper body and continued downward. Then at last I was at his crotch, feeling his hardness bounce against my cheek. I pounced on my prize and spent the next ten minutes sliding his foreskin up and down, making love to it with tongue, lips, and both hands. He groaned with pleasure, and when I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and ran it around his cockhead, he growled, “Oh, I love that. Why haven’t we ever done this before?” 28 • The Glade

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I knelt between his legs and began to work on his balls, taking one into my mouth. I had just managed to suck in the other one, when he grunted loudly, grabbed his cock, and gave it three or four violent strokes. I looked up just in time to see his cum shooting straight up in the air and falling back to his chest in puddles of hot cream. A series of shuddering cries came from him as spasms racked his body. I held his balls in my mouth until he finally lay quiet. Then I straddled him again, intending to jack myself off, but Chet’s strong hand grasped my wrist and moved my hand aside. He was grinning like a happy little kid about to reveal a wonderful secret. He scooped up a handful of his sperm from his chest and very deliberately slid it down my cock. What a sensation! That one stroke sent me to the brink of orgasm! He was delighted at my reaction and beamed at me while he held his hand at the base of my cock to let me recover. Then, with a truly devilish wink, he began to tease my dick with a skill that astonished me. He took his time, endlessly varying his grip and strokes, and all the while lightly tickling my balls with his other hand. I was in heaven and closed my eyes to lose myself completely in the magic he was creating. Time passed – I’m not sure how much – but when I felt him shifting his position under me, I looked down and could hardly believe my eyes! It was the ultimate thrill for me and I’d never even imagined it! He was slipping his foreskin over the head of my cock! Then, in a deep, compelling voice I barely recognized, he said, “Cum for me, Pete – shoot it all over me – NOW!” I began blowing my guts out. My first shot went right into his foreskin. Then I grabbed my cock and sprayed the rest all over his chest and stomach, almost collapsing on him. After a minute or two, he gently pulled me down on top of him and kissed me on the cheek while my dick slid around on his cum-slick body. I fell asleep beside him with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me, holding me close to him. I woke first. I saw the sun going down and knew we’d have to hurry to get home before dark. I jumped up and noticed Skip waking up – apparently he hadn’t moved all afternoon. I dressed and then touched Chet’s shoulder, saying, “It’s time to go.” He opened his eyes and slowly sat up, looking around with a strange sort of bewildered expression on his face. But when Skip bounded over to him, he laughed, hugging the dog and saying, “Hi, Skip – did The Glade • 29

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you have a good sleep, too?” I wanted to throw my arms around him once more while he was still naked, but I discovered I was unable to move. I realized with a shock that all my timidity and shyness had rushed back, and I could only stand and watch him dress, hoping he wouldn’t notice my staring. He didn’t mention what had happened; not on the way home, nor the next day when he came to see us off. While my parents waited for me in the car, we stared at each other in painful silence till I stuck out my hand, blurting, “You’ll always be my best friend!” He took my hand in both of his and murmured, “I know.” We corresponded regularly for several years, but when he began a stint in the Navy, I gradually heard from him less and less. I have a snapshot of him in his uniform which still takes my breath away – but I never saw him again. §

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So twenty years later, I knew I had to try to find that glade again, and when I reached the spot where we had left the trail, I climbed up through the forest as we had done so long before. After a half-hour of searching, I sat down to rest, frustrated and disappointed. Most of all, I realized, I was missing Chet. A deep longing for him filled me. Then, off to my left, I heard it – the faint but unmistakable barking of a dog. I pushed on in that direction. The barking faded, but five minutes later I stumbled into the glade. I leaned against the big center boulder and looked around. Nothing had changed – it was exactly as I remembered it. Not even the ferns and trees seemed any taller. A few minutes later, I was lying naked on the grass and starting to relive my adventure with Chet. “Hello, Pete!” a voice said. “Glad you’re here!” I sat up with a gasp at the sight of a beautiful blond boy sitting on the flat-topped rock and grinning at my astonishment. He wore a pair of ragged brown shorts and a faded green shirt. His feet were bare, and he looked enough like Chet to be his brother. “Do I remind you of him?” he said. “W … who?” I managed to stammer. “Chet, of course. We saw you the last time you were here.” “We?” “My brothers and I. This is part of our land.” “Oh, we didn’t know ….” 30 • The Glade

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He held up his hand to stop my apology. “We’ve always loved this place, too, and we were happy to see you here …” he flashed a dazzling smile, “… enjoying yourselves.” I’m sure I blushed, because he jumped down from the rock and said more seriously, “We saw how much you loved him and thought you should have something wonderful to remember him by.” He came a few steps toward me. “Where’s Chet now?” “In Hawaii – with his wife and two kids!” Suddenly depressed, I lay down again and closed my eyes. “Ah,” he sighed sympathetically, “the way of the world.” A second later I heard his voice close to my ear. “Don’t be sad, Pete – not here!” When a soft kiss touched my cheek, I turned to look at him and saw he had thrown off his clothes and was lying naked beside me. The kid was offering himself to me! His perfect young body seemed to glow in the sunlight and I thought to myself, He’s every bit as beautiful as Chet was! As if he read my mind, his eyes opened wide. He grinned broadly and then winked! I reached for him, and with a happy cry he threw himself into my arms kissing me passionately. As his body touched mine, an intense sensual pleasure swept through me like a hot wave. Even my fingers tingled as they explored every bit of him. His skin was smooth as satin to my touch and his hair smelled of the forest around us. He began thrusting his cock against mine. He caressed me from head to toe, and every inch of my body sprang to life under his touch. It was clear that he had taken charge, and I was willing to follow wherever he led me. I’d had sex with hundreds of men in my life, some of it pretty exceptional, but this youngster was in a class by himself. When he swung around into a 69 position, another wonderful surprise greeted me – his cock was so much like Chet’s that I drifted into a dreamy state of deja vu. He had an uncanny ability to bring me to the point of orgasm over and over, only to pull me back at the last possible second. Such expertise at his age was astonishing. Could his brothers have taught him all this? Once, when a slight breeze set the leaves above us whispering, I wondered if those brothers were watching us. I really didn’t care if they were. Nothing mattered but the incredible pleasure this lad was giving me. I have no idea how long he worked on me. All sense of time had The Glade • 31

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wandered away, but at last, sensing that I was nearing exhaustion, he turned his back to me and snuggled his perfect little butt into my crotch, saying, “Hold me tight, Pete. Let me take care of you.” I pulled him against me, and suddenly I was inside him. He began to stroke my cock with some extraordinary musculature in his ass. It was the most intense sexual stimulation I’d ever experienced. I wanted to drive him wild, too, so I grabbed his meat with my right hand. It was almost like jacking myself off, except for that sexy foreskin. He began a deep moaning sound and then it happened – he gave my prick one last squeeze with his ass and then lay still as I soared over the top. I gave that sweet boy every last drop of cum and I had in my body. The next second I felt his dick jerk in my hand. I watched over his shoulder as he pumped out enormous spurts of his seed, which shone iridescently in the sunlight. His moaning shot upward into a high, quavering wail. The whole forest rang with the sound and returned it to us in haunting echoes from all sides. He turned his head and had just kissed me hard on the lips when a great blackness arose in my brain and swallowed me completely …. When I opened my eyes, the glade was filled with a soft, rosy light. A fiery sunset was in progress, and I realized I had slept the afternoon away. The air was cool on my skin, and by the time I sat up, I was convinced I had dreamed everything. Then a familiar voice said, “It’s time to go, Pete,” and there was my young friend sitting on the rock, just as I had first seen him. He was dressed again, and as I stood up, he came to me saying, “Did you have a good sleep?” “I thought I dreamed you!” I replied. He laughed, hugged me, and gave my cock an affectionate squeeze. “Does that feel like a dream?” he asked. Then, kissing me lightly on the cheek, he added, “How do you feel, Pete?” “Wonderful – so much better than when I got here!” “Good – that’s what we hoped.” There was that “we” again. I couldn’t resist asking, “Do you think your brothers were watching us?” “I’m sure they were.” I turned away to pick up my pants, and when I turned back … I was alone. The glade was empty and silent. He had gone. In the fading light, a soft breeze touched my cheek. 34 • The Glade

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Wearing Next to Nothing by Peter On a dare I wore next to nothing to my first training class as a new lifeguard at the beach. I’d been working out for months, and I was young and smooth and blond – and I’d heard I had a bubble butt that would make a globe look flat. My eyes, however went straight for the senior lifeguard, Rich, who wasn’t young or smooth or blond, but he was so much my type that I had a hardon from the start – and he noticed. After I was introduced and shook his hand I didn’t know where to look; his whole body interested me. He was tall and broad and tan, but rugged and hairy, not at all what I expected in a lifeguard. He was the picture of a “man” to me, however; a daddy if there ever was one. The equipment bouncing around in his swimsuit was real apparent, too – a big dick with a huge round head and a pair of balls as obvious as if he were naked. I hoped my precum wasn’t seeping through my swimsuit, because I was leaking like crazy over him. “Where’s your uniform?” was the first thing he asked. I knew he was talking about the red swimsuit he and every other lifeguard was wearing. It had a big white cross across the ass to let everyone know who the lifeguards were. But for me it pointed straight to his ass. I may have been dreaming, but I hoped he was gay and as eager a bottom as a top. I may have been all wrong about Rich, but I instantly fantasized that he was hot for me. There was that look in his eyes that told me everything. Defying expectations I had worn my tiny, bright yellow swimsuit pulled tight up my crack Australian style to show off my smooth, white buns. I didn’t mind if everyone looked; in fact I hoped they would. I was at that randy age with my hormones raging. And I was out, way out my friends said, “ … judging by the size of your dick”. If I could just spy on Rich while he was naked I could easily get off. Maybe I’d catch him off guard while changing or in the shower. That would be hot. After I had cruised him rather heavily, he held me by the shoulder and was sizing me up. Looking down my back he surprised me when he said, “Nice butt,” raising my hopes fast, “but do you have to show absolutely everyone?” His heavy eyebrows rose. “I’ll show you anything you want,” I went straight for him. “After training,” he guaranteed (Score!) and he squeezed my bare ass. “Let’s get you into uniform and trained, then I’ll get you off. You’d 36 • Wearing Next to Nothing

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like that, wouldn’t you?” He smiled broadly and slipped his fingers under my balls. “I’m with you all the way,” I agreed and groped him while my cock throbbed. He let me do it, and I could have come right there. The feel of his hefty cock and balls even through his suit made me shiver. I was so turned on. Training was hard but went well. The girls couldn’t keep their eyes off me, which made the other guys jealous. But Rich helped me every step and found a half dozen reasons to put his arms around me. The feel of his sweat-soaked body next to mine made my whole body glow. He was absolutely perfect. When it was all finally over I hung around till no one was left and Rich hustled me up to a big white lifeguard cabin high on stilts above the beach at the far north end. It had large open windows and there was a beautiful breeze. Despite the windows, we couldn’t be seen and were at last all alone. “You’ll make a fine lifeguard,” he began. “The girls all love you, and the guys are great, don’t you think? But your resuscitation is lousy.” “Then show me how,” I challenged him while hoisting myself up on the big white wooden table in the center of the room. “OK. Lie back slowly. Now, relax,” he began seriously. “Like this,” and he put his mouth over mine. I instinctively stuck my tongue in his mouth. “Hey!” he rose up protesting. But, then he looked into my eyes, shook his head in resignation, and giving in, he grabbed me tight and came crashing down with a nice deep passionate wet kiss. He stuck his tongue deep down my throat and gave up all pretenses of any lesson. I clung to him and moaned he tasted so good. Excitedly he climbed up on the table with me and ground his hot crotch into mine, our hardons raging up and down against one another through our swimsuits. His strong hands were soon inside my suit, and with a pull of the drawstring, they were down around my ankles. Eventually he got up on his knees, and edging them into my armpits, with his hands on his hips, he straightened up so I could look straight up his body. I reached high and pinched the nipples on his phenomenal hairy chest, and he went into some kind of ecstasy. So did I. He closed his eyes, his chin up, and let me pull the string on his swimsuit. I watched it easily slip down his thighs. I swear I nearly came right then and there when his gorgeous monstrous cock sprang out and Wearing Next to Nothing • 37

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swung heavily just inches above my eyes. His large, heavy, hairy balls swung even more, tempting me to take them in my mouth and suck the hell out of them, which I did. You should have heard us both moan. I think he could have shot his wad, too. This was way too cool. Rich was easily the hottest guy I’d ever met, and as a total opposite, he was amazing. I slobbered all over his balls till they were shiny and slick. Then came the ultimate. With my eyes I measured the length and the breadth of 38 • Wearing Next to Nothing

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his cock, and all I can say is I have never been so hungry for a piece of meat in my life. Every curve, every vein was so tempting, and that huge mushroom cockhead looked the most delicious of all. I moaned again, my hot breath on his hard cock making him shiver. He put one hand behind my head, and at last I licked the length of his thing. It was the best feeling I have ever had. And I had the sense he didn’t feel much different. Oh, how he groaned. I took a second lick, and a third, then licked one side then the other, then the top. With both strong hands he guided my head so his enormous cockhead with its menacing slit seeping gobs of precum was pointed straight for my wide-open mouth. He sunk the damn thing like a punctured buoy. I nearly shot my wad. If my hands weren’t already squeezing his firm, furry ass I’d have been double-fisting my cock into a massive jizz-job. This was so fucking hot. And so was he. He was sweating so profusely that when he raised one hand to wipe his brow, sweat literally dripped from his hairy armpits. I wished I could have bottled his sweat just to smell it like perfume. Man, he looked hot and he smelled hot and he was hot. He began thrusting his burning cock deep down my throat with ever increasing urgency, force, and power. I sucked the juices right off of his prick and let his precum slide smoothly down my throat. Afterwards, he could hardly hold himself up. His cock slipped out of my mouth and slid all over my face, leaving precum trails everywhere. My mouth and nose were lost in his hairy crotch, but my tongue found its way under him. He was so far gone he humped the air. Gradually my tongue reached under his balls, and with a strong whiff of him, I licked his tight, juicy asshole till he was practically bouncing off the table. He bounced around on his knees forcing my tongue deep up his hot, juicing hole. When his breath grew short, he simply let me lick his ass from cheek to cheek, but I held back for more. He had one hot manly ass. He was so nuts for me to rim him that he kept telling me how hot it felt. He couldn’t keep himself from turning around, getting on his hands and knees and thrusting his searching tongue up my precious hole while pulling my legs way up and holding my ankles wide apart. “Bubble butt,” he murmured breathing hotly into my creamy ass. His tongue was everywhere all over my smooth cheeks and tight balls. When he started eating out my hole, it couldn’t have felt better. Wearing Next to Nothing • 39

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When at last he held up my stiff prick and jerked it with his strong hands, I eased my mouth back over his hot rod and we wrapped up in a sensational 69. Rolling back and forth, then lying sideways on that unstable table, we munched and moaned and groaned and slurped like sea animals. My swimsuit finally slipped from my ankles, and I pulled his off just as fast as I could, spread his legs wide, and sniffed and licked absolutely everywhere. Mostly I concentrated on his prick, the tastiest thing, but my fingers began exploring his hairy ass, and his fingers reached the edge of my smooth buns. I don’t think I ever enjoyed sex more – until he laid me on my back and held himself face up on his hands and feet and hovered his ass over my big dick. He wanted me to fuck him. The big hairy brute wanted my boy cock up his ass. Well, I could see every inch of him now and his anxious face told me he needed me to plug his hole. With my seeping slit playing around his throbbing asshole there was nowhere to go but right in. Under the table was a shallow shelf, and as he started feeling around, I watched him toss out a whistle, some keys, and a training manual. But then jackpot, a tube of lube – he was prepared. First, he lubed up his hair-rimmed hole, and what a sight that was! Then he greased up my hard cock and nearly brought me off. Then he let me poke his hole, and before I shot off doing that, he lined up my prick and sat on it. Fuck, he was tight. And, oh, was he hot! He was so hot inside it felt like my cock was getting a sunburn. Slowly I slid in. He bumped and ground and wiggled and shook, taking one thick inch after another. Boy, the tables had turned. The blond bubble butt boy was fucking the rugged, hairy daddy hunk. And he loved it. His asshole swallowed me. “Fuck me, boy! Fuck my hairy ass!” he spat, pounding down on me. “Fuck my hot daddy ass. Oh, I can feel it. It feels so friggin’ good. Fuck me harder, boy. Oh, yes! Yes! Just like that!” I couldn’t wait to have his hot cock up my ass, but I knew that was coming so I pounded up at him, then got him on his back and thrust even harder. I fucked him while standing up on the floor, then fucked him on his hands and knees. He begged me to fuck him till he couldn’t take it anymore. He was moaning and sweating and swearing. His fist was flying up and down his big prick. I kept pinching his nipples 40 • Wearing Next to Nothing

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and knocking his big balls around. My hard prick was buried deep inside his hot, steamy fuck tunnel. I had never felt anything so good around my dick. It was the best! We fucked forever. But before I could let him cum, I had to have him fuck me. So I slowly and reluctantly slid out of him and threw myself on the table. He was so wild for my butt that his knob was at my hole in an instant. He lubed my ass, spreading me wide, toying with me inside till I nearly brought myself to a head. “I’m going to fuck me a boy,” he said as lined his monster up with my hole. Once his spongy cockhead touched my pucker, he simply slid right in. I tightened my chute around his thing. I had him. He was deep inside me and completely filling my hole. “Ohhhhhh!” I groaned. He was so big. “Fuck me, Daddy. Screw my boy ass!” “What a tease,” he told me. “Wearing next to nothing. I would have fucked you right there if we had been alone.” “We’re alone now. So fuck me, Daddy. I need you inside me! I need you!” He had me twelve ways and a half dozen more till …. “I’m going to shoot, you fucker. I’m going to cream!” he shouted, shaking the wooden planks of the table apart. “Me, too! I’m going to cum!” I warned him, sliding all over the place. Rich climbed up my body and drove his stiff dick so far down my throat there was no way I’d miss a drop. Then he shot. I did, too. What a load! One long, hot stream of thick rich Daddy cream flooded my throat, then another, and another. I shot all over my stomach and nipples and everywhere around my crotch. I hadn’t even recovered when he began licking it up, my cum dripping from his lips. Then we kissed deeply and shared the lingering cum. He pinned my yellow swimsuit up in that lifeguard cabin. Told me it reminded him of how hot it had been. Told me it encouraged him in his work. And he gave me his red suit to remember him by. How many times have I held that wicked crotch over my nose and mouth and jerked myself off to a massive orgasm? Too many good times to remember. But I’ll always remember the day I wore that next-tonothing swimsuit, and with it, landed him. Wearing Next to Nothing • 41

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Hey, what’s a father for?

Dad, thanks for helping me clean out the garage. Sheila’s been bugging me to clean it out for a long time.

Your dick looks like it needs care.

Is Sheila not putting out right now, son?

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I’m sooo horny, I could…

I can see that. Let me help.

It’s that time of month, Dad.

Aaahhh … that feels soooo good, Dad. I need this so much!

My son’s cock is as juicy as ever!!!

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Dad, I’m home

Since I’m alone, I might as well be naked.

Dad? Are you home?

Dad?

Dad? Granpa!

I’ll have a good snack and then go to the sauna to beat off!

Jeremy! Grandson?

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Spunk Bucket “I don’t know about that boy,” my secretary mumbled as I grabbed some notes she had written. “Which boy?” I asked. “The Gonzales boy,” she whispered. “He looks like a lazy surfer boy to me … and up to no good.” “Now, Martha, that’s no way to talk about the son of one of our fine clients. I’m sure he’s a good kid,” I said as I fumbled through my secretary’s notes. “You should have seen him while you were consulting with Mr. Gonzales,” Martha went on. “He came in with a tank top that didn’t even hide his nipples. And his pants – well they were down so low …” “I get the picture, Martha. I don’t need all the details,” I said to cut her off. “I have to hurry off for a lunch appointment. I’ll be back by two, three at the latest.” “See you then,” Martha said with a sigh. As I scuttled off to my appointment, I thought about the Gonzales boy, Ramon. When we were done discussing his legal business, Mr. Gonzales did confide in me regarding his son. “What do you know about the internet?” he asked me. “What do you need to know?” I asked. “I happened to see some e-mails my boy sent to one of his friends. Do you have any idea what a ‘spunk bucket’ is?” “‘Spunk bucket’?” “That’s how Ramon described himself,” Mr.. Gonzales noted as he rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t sound very innocent, does it,” I remarked. I didn’t have the nerve to tell Mr. Gonzales that the e-mail he saw was one Ramon sent to me. I saw Ramon’s profile on the ’net. He had a nasty photo of his butt hole, and when he described himself as wanting to be a spunk bucket for an experienced, older man, I couldn’t resist whipping an e-mail off to him. Mr. Gonzales snorted. “You get the picture. I don’t know what to do with that boy. The last thing I want him to do is make the same mistake I made. Getting my high school girlfriend pregnant and then marrying her was the worst mistake I ever made. Fuck, you know how much that divorce ended up costing me.” Spunk Bucket • 45

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“Ramon’s a smart kid,” I said trying to cheer Mr. Gonzales. “As much as you’ve complained about that sordid divorce, I’m sure he won’t even think about making the same mistake.” “Anyway, if you happen to run into Ramon, mind probing him a bit and find out what he’s up to?” “Sure,” I told Mr. Gonzales. Now I was on my way to see his son and find out how eager the lad was to be a spunk bucket. As a lawyer who often had to handle the legal problems of errant sons of well to do clients, I had no problem finding plenty of tight, eager butt holes. I found Ramon waiting for me at the park along the beach. He was wearing that skimpy tank top my secretary described, and his pants were hanging down so low, that when he hopped into my convertible, they nearly came off. I squeezed his bare thigh and smiled at him. “Your father is worried about you, Ramon,” I told him. “Seems he saw your ‘spunk bucket’ email to me and wants to be sure you don’t get some girl pregnant.” Ramon laughed. We were at my place in less than ten minutes. The second I had the garage door closed behind me, Ramon leaned over and gave me a juicy kiss. Most boys I dated were rather shy on the first date. It was refreshing to have a lad I didn’t have to coax along. “So just how many older men have you done this with, boy?” I asked as I showed Ramon to my bedroom. “A few,” he said with pride. Once in my bedroom, I pulled off his tank top and then yanked down his shorts. His prick was hard and shot up and slapped his belly. I pushed the boy onto my bed and took off my clothes. It amazed me how many young guys liked having an older man. My clients had no idea how many of their sons I’d porked. If a son’s jizz tasted like his dad’s, then I knew how over half my clients tasted. I crawled on top of Ramon and smothered him with my big body. His woody poked my big, soft belly, and the wet tip tickled me. I licked his lips, and then gave the boy a wet kiss. As our lips locked, I ran my hands down his body and slipped my fingers into his butt crack. His butt hole was hot and so tight. I had to wet my finger to poke it inside. “You’re awfully tight for a spunk bucket,” I teased him. Ramon slid out from under me and rolled onto his side. 46 • Spunk Bucket

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I dabbed some lube onto his pink bud and relished the feel of his asshole as I rubbed the lube all over his tight hole. “How does that feel, boy?” I asked. “Good,” he said. When I had his butt hole silky smooth, I coated my cockhead with lube and nestled it up against Ramon’s slippery slit. I teased his butt hole with my wet cockhead until he let out grunt and shoved his butt back, forcing my cock to pop into him. “You are a slutty boy, aren’t you?” I growled. Ramon bit his lip and pushed back even further. My cock shot all the way inside him. He was burning up inside, and when my nutsac rubbed against ass, I got a terrific buzz. His ass gripped my cock like a vice. I pushed my cock in all the way and enjoyed the sensations of his steamy asshole as it pulsed against my cock. Ramon swung his hips back and forth, pumping my boner up and down inside his wet, hot butt. “Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned. “If your dad only knew!” Ramon just kept grunting and swinging his hips back and forth churning my nuts close to firing. Spunk Bucket • 47

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I grabbed the boy’s butt and rolled him onto his stomach so I could drive my cock in hard. He let out a cry when I penetrated his ass to the hilt. “That’s it, spunk bucket. That’s what it feels like,” I growled as I slapped his horny butt. My balls were foaming, and I let out a howl as I pumped my first load into the boy’s hungry butt. “Aaarggh!” I growled as I drained my thick cum into him. I wrapped my arms around the lad and rolled onto my side. I held him tight against me so my cock wouldn’t pop out. “There’s more, boy,” I snarled into his ear. “I’m not pulling out until you’re topped out.” Ramon let out a satisfying gasp. “Are you going to make me your spunk bucket, Daddy?” he whimpered. 48 • Spunk Bucket

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“Yeah, that’s what Daddy is going to do,” I moaned back. My cock was soon tingly again, and having it buried in a cum-soaked butt was pure heaven. “Fuck, your butt is so hot and wet!” I exclaimed. Ramon laughed and began working his ass up and down on my cock again. I held his body close as I pumped my cock, too. My first load had made his butt hole so slippery it was like fucking hot butter. My cockhead lit up like a wand. Each push sent jolts of electricity through me. Ramon started whimpering and moaning. His balls were hard and his cock throbbed. Suddenly he shot off wads of fresh spunk, and his ass pinched tight against my cock. I shot up deep inside and with a loud gasp I fired cum bullets deeper and deeper into Ramon’s spunk bucket. At least Ramon’s dad didn’t have to worry about his son getting some girl pregnant.

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The Full Treatment I wasn’t fast like my oldest brother, nor was I coordinated like my older brother. Growing up, they were always the first ones picked whenever coaches or dads were picking players for their basketball or baseball teams. On weekends I often tagged along with them just so I wouldn’t be left alone with my two sisters, but it sure was hard being the runt of the family. For most kids, the end of summer vacation was the pits, but for me, it was a relief. Finally I could go back to my classes and not worry about how stupid or clumsy I was going to look on the ball field or how much better my older brothers were going to play. The worst was when some asshole would say, “Ronny, you can do better than that! Why don’t you try to be as good as your older brothers?” The only nice thing about having older brothers was that I knew a lot more about what those little orbs were that dangled under my dick than any of the boys my age. We weren’t well off, and all us brothers had to share a room. My oldest brother, Hank, wasn’t shy at all, and he enjoyed showing me and my older brother, Sven, how he used his privates when he went out on dates and how we could expect to churn some slippery white cream when we got older. Even today I can’t forget the look in his face when he’d show us how he worked that juice out of his nuts. The way he squinted his eyes and the way he gasped and his muscles quivered left me awe struck. He said it felt good, and all I could think was that it had to feel better than anything in the world. The other boys my age were mighty impressed when I explained things to them. Being the runt in the family meant that once my brothers left home after graduation, I had the bedroom all to myself. About that time, I started to lift weights. It was my uncle’s idea. He and I were talking at one of our large family get-togethers, and he suggested I try body building. “You don’t like to run like Hank, and face it, Ronny, you’re not a ballplayer like Sven. But you do have a husky build, and I bet that you could win some trophies if you’d work out.” I pretended like I wasn’t listening ’cause I hated it when others compared me to my older brothers. But the next week at school I hung around with the body builders after school and discovered that there 50 • The Full Treatment

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was one sport I really liked. The other guys on the body building club at school were surprisingly kind, and Coach Franklin, who assisted the club, was very understanding. I kept my body building a secret for months. It wasn’t until November when Dad happened to see me stepping out of the shower that he found out. It was a Saturday, and I’d slept in. By the time I got up, Mom and my sisters had gone out shopping. From my bedroom window I could see Dad tinkering in the garage, so I didn’t bother dressing when I went to shower. I didn’t take any clothes with me, either. After showering I dried myself, slung my towel over my shoulder and stepped naked out into the hallway to go back to my bedroom when I bumped into Dad. “Whoa there, Ronny!” Dad exclaimed as he stepped back to get a good look at my body. “What’s all this?” he asked as he slapped my firm pecs. He ran his hands down my torso and patted my firm abdomen. Even I was proud of my chiseled stomach. I grinned and mumbled, “I’ve been working out, Dad.” “I’ll say you have,” Dad remarked. “Damn, you look like a Navy Seal, son! When did this all start?” “Soon after school started,” I explained. “I can’t run and I can’t throw a ball worth shit, but I found out I love to lift weights.” Dad just shook his head in disbelief. All this time I’d been standing naked in front of him, and all his compliments and the way he was admiring me made me feel warm and good inside. Too warm and good inside. Dad had grown up with older and younger brothers so he wasn’t the least bit shy about being naked with other guys or worrying about his equipment behaving naturally. If anything, if on mornings when my brothers were still living at home, Dad expected to encounter a fresh crop of boners if he had to wake us up early. And when he accidentally caught the three of us experimenting in the evening or learning from Hank the finer details of how to work a boner inside a wet pussy, Dad just took it in stride. “So this body building at school, is it just a hobby or is it more serious?” Dad asked as he gripped my sides and tugged at them. “Serious?” I asked. “Yeah, like are you going to enter any competitions?” The Full Treatment • 51

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“Actually, Dad,” I said. “We’ve got our first competition next Saturday over at St. Martin’s High.” “And when were you going to tell me, son?” Dad asked. I shrugged and said, “If I did OK at St. Martin’s, I was going to tell you all about it.” “Shame on you, son!” Dad yelled and he turned me around and slapped my hard butt. “Dad!” I cried out. “Of course I want to see your first competition, son,” he said. “Damn, son, with a body like this, I know you’re going to place … maybe even come in first! So do you have a body builder’s suit yet?” I nodded. “Well, show me how you look in it,” Dad said and he pushed me toward my bedroom. Dad pulled the towel off my shoulder, and I fetched the skimpy suit Coach Franklin had given me. It was very tight, and to be honest, I felt awkward wearing it. “Here it is, Dad,” I said and I held it out for him to see. “OK, try it on,” Dad told me. I stepped into it, pulled it up over my hips and let it snap snuggly against my body. “Hmm,” Dad remarked as he walked around me several times checking me out thoroughly. “You say the meet is next Saturday?” I nodded. “I’ll make an appointment with Sam on Friday. You look mighty good, son, but a fresh haircut and a little shaving will help. The competition will be fierce and the only difference between you and your equal may be how trim you are. Even though judges aren’t supposed to grade strictly on your build, when it comes to judging between two boys who are neck and neck, it’s the other things that make all the difference.” “Sure, Dad,” I said. “Oh, and don’t forget to use some tape down there,” Dad said with a grin as he eyed my bulging crotch. “You’ve got the Peterson blessing – or curse, depending on your point of view. If you don’t have it taped tight to your body, and it swells up like it’s doing now, the judges are going to be looking between your legs instead of at your muscles.” I blushed when Dad made that remark. True, my member had swollen a bit, what with all the attention Dad was giving my body, 52 • The Full Treatment

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the tingling sensations between my legs were giving me a buzz and making everything larger than normal. And the way the tight body building suit hugged my gonads, it only made the buzz worse. “I better go down and wash up, Ronny,” Dad said. “Your mom will probably be home soon, and I told her I’d take her out to eat this evening.” “Sure, Dad,” I said. Without thinking, I yanked the suit off before Dad even left the room. When my prong swung up and slapped my belly, I felt so embarrassed. Dad just let it slide as if nothing had happened. I spent the rest of the weekend at school lifting weights. And each evening after school I pumped as much iron as I could. I wanted to do my best at next Saturday’s competition. Knowing Dad was going to be there made me push that much harder. Friday after school, Dad met me to take me to Sam’s, the barber he’d be going to practically his entire life. It was near closing time when we stepped inside Sam’s barbershop. “How’s it going, Lars?” Sam asked Dad. “Just fine,” Dad said. “Ronny here needs a trim and maybe a bit more.” “Oh, he’s the one competing in tomorrow’s body building competition?” “He’s the one,” Dad said with a proud grin. “Just look at him,” Dad added, and he put both of his hands on my shoulders and pushed me in front. “Looks fine, Lars,” Sam said. He pointed to the barber chair and said to me, “Have a seat, Ronny.” I sat down and Sam began to feel my hair. “A wash and trim will really spiff you up, boy.” Then he asked Dad, “Should I give him the full treatment?” “You bet,” Dad said. “Nothing but the best for my boy.” “Good,” Sam said. “Mind locking the door, Lars? This will take me to closing and I don’t want to have someone else dropping in. It’s been a long day.” “Sure, Sam,” Dad said as he went to lock the door. “Pull the shades down, too, and turn the sign so it says closed.” “No problem,” Dad said a bit too eagerly. I’d never had the “full treatment” before. I wondered what that all involved. The Full Treatment • 53

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Sam put the back of the chair all the way down. With his big, firm hands, he gently held my head over the sink behind the chair, and soon I felt a strong spray of steamy water gushing through my hair. It felt so good when he washed my hair. His strong fingers felt like a massage as they worked the shampoo into my hair. When he rinsed my hair, the stream of hot water flowed like a waterfall over my scalp. Then he wrapped my head with a towel and deftly dried my hair. “This should look good,” he said as he began clipping my clean hair. “The judges love this look.” He trimmed the sides of my hair very short and just left a bit of a mop on top. “Looks mighty fine,” Dad said. “Now for the shave,” Sam said. He steamed a small towel, told me to close my eyes, and he placed the piping hot towel on my face. “Now just let it rest there while it heats your pores, boy,” Sam told me. “Once your face is well heated, it will shave smoother than a baby’s butt.” Dad laughed. With my face covered with that steamy towel, I couldn’t see a thing, but I did feel Sam unbuttoning my shirt. I heard him ask Dad, “Think I need to shave his chest?” “He does have a few sprouts coming out,” Dad told Sam. “Those body building judges like smooth skin. What do you think?” Sam opened my shirt wide. The cool air of the barbershop made my nipples stiffen. Sam ran his fingers across my pecs. With his finger tips he tested my nipples and traced the crease of my well developed pecs. “A little shave wouldn’t hurt the lad,” Sam said. I felt him heat my chest with a hot towel, and then I gasped when I felt him touch my bare skin with his razor. “Don’t worry, son,” he said softly. “I won’t nick you. I know exactly how to shave a man’s skin … anywhere.” It bugged me that I couldn’t see what Sam was doing. Nor could I see where Dad was or what he was doing. I gripped the arms of the barber shop chair as Sam scraped my chest clean. When he worked his razor right up around my hard nipples it gave me goosebumps all over. When he was done, he wiped my chest clean with a warm towel and then spread some smooth lotion on it. My chest skin was so sensitive it made me whimper when he touched me. “Like the way that feels, son?” Sam asked. 54 • The Full Treatment

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I nodded. “I suppose he needs a little work down there, too?” Sam asked Dad. “He does, Sam,” Dad replied. “It shows too much when he puts on his competition suit.” “No doubt,” Sam said. “Mind helping me with this?” Sam asked Dad. Dad didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but I soon felt fingers tugging at my belt buckle. I sort of had an inkling what Sam was going to do next, but I was too nervous to ask. “Looks like a Peterson,” I heard Sam whisper to Dad as he popped the buttons on my jeans. “Makes a father proud,” I heard Dad whisper back to Sam. “Wait until you see all of it.” One by one they opened the buttons on my jeans until my fly was all the way open. Then Dad or Sam tugged on my jeans and pulled them and my underwear all the way down to my ankles. I heard Sam whistle. “Didn’t I tell you?” Dad said with a chuckle. Sam snorted back and the next thing I felt was Sam spreading warm lather around my crotch. “Help me, will you, Lars,” Sam said to Dad. “I don’t want to nick anything.” “What do you want me to do?” “Hold it upright.” “It seems to be doing that pretty well on its own.” “Yeah, but I don’t want it to move unexpectedly.” “Of course.” I let out a gasp when Dad pinched the tip of my fully erect boner. “How’s that, Sam,” Dad asked. “Fine,” he replied as he began trimming my crotch with his razor. It was so quiet in the barber shop I could hear each scrape of the razor as Sam deftly removed my private hairs. After trimming my bush, Sam gripped my balls one at a time, and with his skillful hands, he shaved them until they were as smooth as billiard balls. “How’s he doing?” Sam asked Dad. “Looks like he’s starting to drain. It might sting if that syrup trickles onto his freshly shaved skin.” The Full Treatment • 55

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“I’ll take care of it,” Dad replied, and I felt his thick, warm tongue slurp at the syrup, which was oozing out of my gaping piss hole, over the rim of my glans and down the sides of my tingling shaft. “I can take care of your boy’s bush and make sure he looks trim tomorrow, but if his gonads are too full, he’ll inflate like a balloon when’s he’s on the stage,” Sam told Dad. “Mind if we drain these heavy sperm banks?” Dad asked Sam. “Go right ahead. Looks like he’s about to explode any second.” “Yeah, feels like it, too,” Dad replied. “You should feel the way his organ is pulsing against my tongue.” When Sam was done shaving my crotch and balls, he told Dad, “Go ahead and do an initial draining, Lars. I’d like to work on the base of that monster, but I think it will work better if his gonads are drained a bit first. He’s so close to exploding, I’d hate to have my razor against his shaft when he does.” I gripped the armrests and grunted as Dad slipped his lips over the top of my throbbing head and worked his mouth down my tense rod until my head was pressing hard against Dad’s throat. Dad didn’t even need to suck. My balls exploded and my hips bucked as my first load shot down his throat. I let out a cry as the electricity shot through my body. Waves of intense pleasure flowed through my body until Dad was finished draining my first load. Dad pulled his mouth off my cock and gripped my head firmly. “It’s still hard, but he shouldn’t pop for another minute or two,” Dad told Sam. With a few deft strokes, Sam removed the hairs from the base of my shaft and then he wiped my crotch, balls and shaft with a hot, moist towel. Then he dried the whole area thoroughly and then soothed my freshly-shaved, sensitive skin with silky soft talcum powder. The powder made my skin so smooth and sensitive, that my balls quickly recovered and prepared to explode again. “He’s about to shoot again, Sam,” Dad warned. “I’ll hurry,” Sam said. It sounded like he was removing his trousers. Then I felt my cock pressing firmly against something warm, moist and slippery. Whatever it was, it was tight, and when my cock popped through the narrow opening, it felt like it was inside a wet, warm oven. “Think you can handle it?” Dad asked Sam. 56 • The Full Treatment

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“There isn’t a Peterson I haven’t been able to accommodate yet,” Sam groaned. I was too curious. I lifted the towel off my face to see my cock plugged into Sam’s tight ass. He’d already worked half my cock into him, and the wide girth of my shaft stretched his asshole all the way open. I was amazed at how he was able to swallow my cock. Dad saw me peeking and winked. He held my hand and squeezed it as Sam pushed back until my cock was all the way inside. “Pump your hips, son,” he whispered in my ear. I lifted my hips and lowered them, very slowly at first. The feel of his hot, wet, slippery ass gripping every square inch of my shaft was unlike anything I’d ever enjoyed before. As I pumped Sam’s ass, he worked his butt back and forth, making my cock pry deep into his gut. Dad reached down and felt my cock as it plunged deeper and deeper into Sam’s ass. Dad’s fingers slipped under my crotch and felt my smooth balls. “He’s getting ready to fire again,” Dad told Sam. “I’m ready,” Sam grunted. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good dose of Peterson spunk.” I grabbed hold of Sam’s butt and pulled it down hard on my cock. My cockhead pierced his inner gut and my balls fired. My heart throbbed as I pelted his insides with my cream. Dad and Sam made sure I unloaded at least three more times before I left that evening. By the time I left, my balls were as dry as stones. It would take more than a night to recover from the full treatment. The next day, I went confidently to the body building competition. Not only did I look my best, with my balls sufficiently drained, I managed to let my cock swell just enough to impress the judges, and yet not enough to cause a scandal. I made Dad so proud that day, he couldn’t stop telling everyone that I was his son.

Dirty Daddy by Wayne Jasper “You want another beer, Dad?” I asked as the old man finished a slice of pizza. It was all part of my plan. Dad had been in a constant state of horniness ever since Ma ran off with the guy from next door. And about a month ago, he came home from an all day binge at the local bar. My daddy was a man who could hold his liquor. He was Dirty Daddy • 57

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never one of those falling down, passing out drunks. In fact, if you didn’t really know him, you probably wouldn’t have even known he was drunk. But he was. I could tell. And I could smell it on him. I had been lying on the sofa watching TV when he came in. He flopped down next to me and put his arm around me. He started in on how I was the only family he had left, and how he was so lucky to have me. He went on like that for a while, feeling sorry for himself (and who could blame him), then he looked me in the eye and said, “Son, you’re getting to be a big boy now. Hell, you’re old enough to know what’s what. I can talk to you man-to-man. Ever since your ma took off, I been horny as hell. Not that I miss that mean bitch. Not at all! I wouldn’t stick it in her right now if she was standin’ naked in front of me and shakin’ her pussy in my face. No, sir! After what she pulled, we’re done. And I ain’t got no regrets about that!” Dad paused and gave his crotch a tug. Beneath his jeans, I could see his fat log of a cock lengthening and thickening. “But goddamn! I’m horny,” he continued. “And, son, I gotta tell you, just between you and me, I’m ’bout ready to stick it in anything that’s not your mother!” He tightened his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. “You always been real good to me, Wayne.” Besides the liquor, I could smell his sweat, and the stale smoke from the bar, and something else. I couldn’t put a name to it, but it was something coming from my dad. Something sexy. I felt my own meat starting to stir inside my pants. Does he want me to …? I wondered to myself. Even though Dad didn’t say another word, I soon had my answer. He pulled me across his chest and started running his fingers through my blond, curly hair. He held my face against the fur on his pecs and brushed his mustache against my ear. Tentatively I reached down and gave the mound in his crotch a squeeze. That must have been the signal he was looking for, because the next thing I knew, we were both stark naked and rubbing our bodies up and down against each other. In no time, we had both shot our sticky loads between us. The smell of manspunk filled the tiny living room as Daddy wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around me and held me close to him. It was all over too soon, however. Dad got up off of me, and without even looking at me, went down the hall to the bathroom. I heard him turn on the shower as I mopped the cum off of my belly with my t-shirt. 58 • Dirty Daddy

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The next day, it was as though nothing had happened. He may have been ashamed of what we had done, but I wasn’t. I liked it, and I wanted more. I had heard about what some kinds of guys did together, and even though I never thought of Dad and me as being like that, I wanted to do those things with him. I wanted him to put his big throbber in my mouth and let me suck on it, but most of all I wanted him to push it up my rear end. And that was when I hatched my plan. I figured that the first time we did it was because Daddy was drunk and horny. All I had to do was get him in that state again. So I began leaving girly magazines all over the house and made sure the fridge always had plenty of beer in it. To my surprise, it worked. A couple of weeks ago, Dad tied one on, and I ended up on my knees in front of him sucking the sap up out of his big root. I could barely get my lips around it, but I managed. And when Dad shot his load down my throat, it was like nothing I’d ever tasted before. It was incredible! Then he reached down and wrapped his big, meaty hand around my cock. While I still had the taste of my father’s jizz in my mouth, he jerked me off to a shuddering climax. My plan seemed to be working perfectly, so I was surprised to hear my dad answer, “No thanks,” when I asked him if he wanted another beer. That wasn’t like him at all. Finally he said, “Wayne, if you wanna have sex, it’s OK. I was uptight about it at first, I admit, but that was because I thought I had forced myself on you. But if you really want your old man’s cock, I’m more than happy to give it to you. You don’t have to get me all fucked up.” Shit! I hadn’t realized I’d been that transparent. Dad continued, “So why don’t you get your clothes off and get up here on the couch and we’ll see about gettin’ your butt fucked.” I jumped at the chance. I was out of my clothes in no time, lying on the couch on my back with my legs up in the air. Dad was between them and guiding his thick rocket against my butt hole. He rubbed the head back and for the across my opening a couple of times and then gave a push forward. I moaned and bit my lip. Dad said, “Take it easy, baby. Relax and get used to it.” I did as he said, and he pushed again. My father’s cockhead popped past my sphincter and his whole rod slipped up my butt. It was an incredible feeling. I felt stuffed full. Dad gave me a minute, then began pumping. When he Dirty Daddy • 59

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shot it was like he was emptying everything in him into me. I couldn’t help but shoot my own wad onto my chest and belly. Dad and I are getting along great now that we understand each other, and I’m happy to be living with my very own dirty daddy.

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not only over six feet tall with a goatee, gold ring in his ear and a real attitude, but he was dressed in a superfine suit like he was a drug lord or a major pimp. Even through the suit you could tell that he was really muscular and super-built; a stud that knew he was a stud and didn’t mind flaunting it. Even though he intrigued me, he also scared me, and I avoided him. I’d been down to the courtyard for some sun one day, and just as the elevator doors were closing, he caught them and jumped inside. The doors closed behind him, and we started going up. We were the only ones in the elevator! I was about to pass out when he barked, “What the hell’s the matter with you boy?” “Huh?” was the most brilliant response I could come up with. “I said, ‘What’s the matter with you, Boy?’. You’re staring at me and you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I ducked my head, blushing with shame. I had been staring, even if I didn’t realize it. Not only had I never seen a black man before, I had never seen any man who impressed me so much. Just the smell of him in the enclosed elevator had my pulse pounding. Pain emanated from my groin. My cock was so congested with blood that it ached. I knew I was getting dizzy, but I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath. I heard, “What the hell...!” burst from the stud just before I passed out. §

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I gradually became aware that I was laying on a leather couch in a strange apartment. The black stud was sitting on the coffee table holding a water glass and staring at me. My shirt was unbuttoned, as was the top button of my Levi’s. “You OK, boy? You got something medical wrong with you?” Blushing, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes, “Yes, sir. No, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” was all I could say. I was very uncomfortable, not knowing what to do as I lay there on the plush, warmly embracing cushions with the big, powerful stud just staring at me. He grinned, very nearly leering at me. I followed his gaze and nearly passed out again in embarrassment. The front of my Levi’s was showing a tent that could not be mistaken for anything but what it was – a hot, healthy teenager on the rail. If I’d had the strength, I would have run off screaming, but as it was, all I could do was lie there paralyzed by shame, begging him with my eyes to please let me go. Black Neighbor • 61

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Instead, he stood up and looked down at me from his imposing height. “So! You like what you see, boy.” It was no question. He was telling me that he knew my innermost thoughts. That he knew my deepest, most hidden feelings. The front of his stylish, loose slacks were being lifted by something obscenely large, and I was all but drooling. “Well, do you want to see what you’ve been fantasizing about, boy?” That was a question. One that clearly demanded an answer I simply didn’t know how to provide. My face was burning with shame, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the long, thick shape in his trousers. I just lay there like an idiot. “I asked you a question, boy. You need some help answering me properly?” All I could do was lay there and stare. Mortified with shame, afraid to admit my curiosity – and my need. He leaned forward, wrapped a single hand under my belt, rubbing the back of his hand against my tense belly, and easily lifted me off the couch. I almost came in my pants as he jerked on my belt and two more of my pants buttons came loose. He turned and sat down, dropping me across his lap. The heat from his legs burned into my chest and thighs. The heat from the mound in his pants burned into my belly. One strong hand spread across my back, holding me down in place. His other hand effortlessly slid across my butt, pulling both my jeans and Jockey shorts down below the curve of my hard-muscled ass. Before I actually had any idea what was going on, he was spanking me. My parents, progressive liberals both, had never, ever physically punished me. Suddenly indignant, I tried to stand up, to get free. A single push from the hand on my back, and an extra hard slap across my bare ass was enough to convince me that I was not in charge. He spanked me hard, and then softly. He spanked me fast, and then slow. His spanking got intense, and then he would pause, caressing my ass and feeling the heat he was generating. My dick was drooling all over the fine, soft fabric of his expensive trousers. He was taking me through emotions and feelings I had barely been aware of. I quickly went from outrage and anger to curiosity and submission to his total dominance. I actually wanted to know what he was trying to teach me. I could feel, not anger and brutality, but concern and interest in my developing awareness. I didn’t know what else he was, but I was quickly learning that he was a master at teaching an awkward boy what he needed to know. 62 • Black Neighbor

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The first time he tried to reach down into my crack, I clenched my butt cheeks closed. A few well placed swats soon disabused me of that behavior. His finger slid between the sweaty cheeks of my ass. When it touched my clenched pucker and pushed on it, I fucking near exploded with pleasure. I bucked backwards into his hand and his fingertip penetrated my tight, virgin hole. It burned and hurt and made me dizzy with pleasure. I heard a grunt of approval, and then the finger was carefully removed from my twitching hole. His hands guided mine to my hairless buttocks and showed me how he wanted me to hold them apart. Once I had a good grip and was willingly spreading my crack as wide as possible, I heard him hawk and then a big wad of burning hot spit landed right on my pulsing pucker. For an impossibly long time my hole was tested and probed and treated to a wide variety of sensations. He’d pause and I’d beg him for more, pushing my butt up in the air to expose it completely. He’d pull his finger out of me and then spank me right on my hole. Each collision between his slapping hand and my tight pucker would awaken the fires within me even further. He’d ask me whether I wanted him to continue spanking me, or did I want him to start finger-fucking me again. I was so turned on, so flustered, I simply didn’t know what I wanted. I’d stutter and whine. The only thing lucid that would come out was that I wanted more. When he finally removed his hand, I begged him to continue his finger fucking and spanking of my tenderized rosebud. A stinging hard slap reminded me of just who was in charge of this seduction. He got up and led me to a corner of the room. A few swats to my ass and his hand firmly pushing my nose into the corner let me know what he expected. I heard him walk away, but was afraid to do anything but stand there with my nose – and raging boner – stuck in the corner as I had been instructed. After I had some time to think about what had happened and to become aware of the burning in my ass — both exterior and interior — I finally heard him, I felt him coming back in the room. While he was out of the room, I could easily have pulled my pants up and gone home, but the raging lust in my body precluded any such foolish move. This whole thing was so far beyond any fantasy I had ever had that I couldn’t even conceive of leaving before this magnificent black stallion was done using me in any way he chose. I felt his heat from behind me and then I felt his bare skin crush against my back, something huge Black Neighbor • 63

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and hot and heavy landed between my buttocks, and I automatically pushed my butt back so he could spread my cheeks and warm the depths of my crack with his turgid fullness. I sighed and his hands slid down my sides. I trembled in desire. He started lifting my shirt. I lifted my arms and felt the glossy heat from his hands slide up my sides, tickling my deep, newly furred pits and then caressing my arms as his lips and tongue kissed and licked at the nape of my neck. He lifted my shirt up over my fingertips and let it drop to the the ground at our feet. His soft fingertips barely touched me as they caressed their way down my trembling body. His hot breath erotically flowed against my sensitive skin, his mouth exploring and stimulating my ears, throat and neck. His active fingers found my small paps and teased them, pinched them, pulled on them and tweaked them until I was so turned on that I was about to pass out. He softly laughed and nuzzled my neck as his hands swept down my hard-corded belly, feeling and massaging my tight musculature. I almost jumped through the wall when his hands groped their way down my hips and pushed down my pants so that they fell down around my ankles. The heat of his body as it pushed against my back was more than I could stand. I was burning up as the skin all over my body flushed red. I started clawing at the wall in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations. His teeth sank into the back of my neck, controlling me as his agile fingers entwined themselves in the thick bush that I was so proud to show off in gym class. When his warm hands pushed their way between my thighs, deep into my groin, the backs of his hands pressed against the base of my shaft and against my contracted balls. I cried out, and uncontrollably began to spooge my guts out against the textured wall. He growled and bit harder into my neck as one hand squeezed and wrenched my bloated teen tube while his other hand cupped my ass, one of his long fingers penetrating deeply into me, curling around and probing something inside of me that caused my cum to flow harder, hotter and more explosively than I believed was actually possible. I came so hard and so long that I was almost comatose with exhaustion when I finally collapsed into his powerful arms. He picked me up effortlessly and carried me down the hallway. I was just barely aware when he sat me down on the toilet seat and stripped off the rest of my clothes. He adjusted the shower and then carried me 64 • Black Neighbor

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Max doesn’t seem happy… Max no se ve contento…

So you dare to come around and FUCK with my employees in spite all the money you owe me, Manuel! ¡Así que te atreves a venir y COGER con mis empleados aun a pesar de toda la lana que me debes, Manuel!!

Forgive me! I saw them having sex and couldn’t help myself! You’d do the same! ¡Perdóname! ¡Los vi cogiendo, y no pude evitarlo! ¡Tú harías lo mismo!

OK, guys! This fucker is about to pay me back! You don’t want to miss this! ¡Bien, muchachos! ¡Este cabrón va a pagármelas todas! ¡No querrán perdérselo!

AND YOU THREE ARE NEXT! ¡Y USTEDES TRES SIGUEN DESPUÉS!

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Congratulations, kid. Felicidades, chico.

Max’s going to discipline his employees. And it seems to me that this time that includes YOU. Max va a disciplinar a sus empleados. Y me parece que te está incluyendo A TI.

So, I get the job after he…? O sea, ¿me va a contratar luego de…? Move your ass, fucker! ¡Mueve el culo, pendejo!

Of course. Only a few of us can handle it every single day. He’s a horny and demanding boss! Por supuesto. Pocos podemos seguirle el paso.¡Es un jefe exigente y calenturiento!

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THIS is for the sheep you haven’t paid me yet! And THIS for the fence you broke when you were mad after I fucked your sister!! ¡ESTO es por las ovejas que me debes! ¡Y ESTO por la cerca que me rompiste cuando me chingué a tu hermana!!

Aww… I am the one who owes you, NOT HER! Collect from ME!! Ayy… ¡Yo soy el que te debe, NO ELLA! ¡Cóbrate CONMIGO!

Teddy’s blood boiled in anticipation… Only two more before it was his turn… Teo hervía de nervios mientras esperaba su turno…

Yeah! What a good brother you are!! ¡Sí! ¡Qué buen hermano eres!!

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Ohh, boss! You know you’re the only one who fucks my black hole!! ¡Jefe! ¡Ya sabe que nadie más que usted coge mi hoyo negro!!

Teddy felt his face warming and blushing more and more as Mel took Max’s hairy, hard cock deep into his muscular asshole as if was the easiest thing in the world. Teo sintió su rostro enrojecer cuando Mel se metió el pene peludo de Max como si fuera lo más fácil del mundo. AHHH!

It’s my turn? Is it? ¿Me toca? ¿Sí?

Just a sec, boy! YEAHH… ¡Un momento, chavo! Asíiii…

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Scotty lifted Teddy up in the air and put him in front of Max the boss. The hairy man licked Teddy’s body and face, cleaning him up and savoring the fresh cum that still covered him. Scotty levantó a Teo enfrente del jefe Max. El peludo macho lamió el semen caliente que cubría al muchacho de pies a cabeza.

Hmm… Slurp! It seems my employees had a good time in my absence, uh? Mmm… Parece que mis empleados se divirtieron contigo, ¿eh?

Want to be a part of my crew, boy? Think you can handle it? ¿Quieres ser de mi personal? ¿Podrás con el paquete?

Try me, sir! Please!! ¡Póngame a prueba, señor!!

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Max’s cock endlessly went in and out of Teddy’s little ass, and all his moaning and sweating got the rest of the men horny again, so they completed Ted’s job application once more without a second thought. Max knew his men were good, but was surprised at Teddy’s hot spirit and willingness to please his boss… and all the others, too. La verga de Max entró y salió incansablemente del culito de Teo, calentando tanto a los demás, que le echaron una mano a Teo con su solicitud de empleo. Max se sorprendió de las ganas que Teo echaba para cumplirle a él… y a todos los demás también.

Scotty and Mel enjoyed Teddy’s warm mouth again. He seemed just as thirsty for cum as ever. Manuel sat on Teddy’s cock and added a new debt to Max. Scotty y Mel gozaron de la boquita caliente de Teo, que parecía más sediento de leche que antes. Manuel se sentó en el pene de Teo, y se echó una deuda más con el Max.

But it was OK. There would be plenty of time and opportunity to collect. No importaba. Habría tiempo de cobrarse todo y con creces.

Needless to say, Teddy got his Summer job. And again in Autumn, Winter… weekends… Of course, he didn’t leave school, but he invited his closest friends to visit and apply for a job every now and then… Claro que Teo tuvo chamba ese verano. Y en otoño, invierno… fines de semana… No dejó la prepa, pero invitó a sus amigos a visitarlo y solicitar trabajo de cuando en cuando…

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