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Letters 4 Just Like Carl by Alan Winkler 6 Mr. Digger Dug Me Up by Rolando Mérida 13 Riding Bob by Natty Soltesz 20 Dad’s Special Underwear 23 by Robin Walden

As Nasty as They Cum by Rex Randall Lee The Man Next Door by Steven O’Hara Josman Not My Fault A New Family Celebration by Brogan Hill Dad’s Surprise by Vince Just One Bed by Peter A Visit with Uncle Charlie

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Letters Dear Handjobs: I was just wondering if you are going to issue a new Bi Adventures and Reader publication any time soon. I know that I have asked you this question before, but I don’t remember what you told me. So if you would please let me know again, I would be grateful. I really love your magazine and would like to see more stories about blue collar workers. You know, like oil rig workers, truck drivers, construction workers, etc. Also more military as well. I also like the ones about coaches and men of the cloth. Thank you again. Your friend and avid reader, • David, CA. Handjobs Reply: We are thinking about the possibility of doing one more Bi Adventures, but sadly, the Handjobs Reader series is no more. We found that most of our readers prefer our longer books, such as Handjobs Anthologies and Dad’s Bedtime Tales over the Handjobs Readers books. Dear Handjobs: Keep up the good work! • Robert, AZ Dear Handjobs: Once again, the best $50.00 spent each year! You are the best! • Gerald, MA Dear Handjobs: I wait every month to read your stories. It’s a great magazine. • Daniel, NY Dear Handjobs: Very hot and wild magazine. • Marshall, CA Dear Handjobs: I love your daddy mags. • Herbert, FL Dear Handjobs: As long as your magazines keep coming, so will I. • Kenneth, MA Dear Handjobs: Hello! Thank you for the Handjobs. Too many stories. Not enough personal ads. Should be more. Love to write letters. So, boys, less stories in Handjobs. Your stories in the May 2006 issue didn’t do nothing for me. Usually it gets hard reading your book in my bath tub. So what other books do you have that would turn me on in my tub? • Robert, Canada. Handjobs Reply: We promise that we print every personal ad that we get. The problem is that with the advent of the internet, most guys are placing their personals on the web these days. But rest assured, that we will continue to print personal ads in Handjobs as long as guys continue to submit them. 4 • Letters

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Sorry that the May issue didn’t turn you on like usual, but as they say, “You can’t please all of the people all of the time.” We hope you find the next few issues of Handjobs more to your liking. And as for our other books that might turn you on, check out our order form on pages 81 and 82. We feel certain you’ll find something to your liking there. Dear Handjobs: As usual your service is the best, your quality and content are great. I am remiss in not writing before, though, to thank you for your response, in your content, for more W/S stories. It is interesting to reread a letter in the October 2000 issue in which you replied to a Dutch reader advising him of your lack of interest in wet stories. Pleased to see your open-mindedness and your willingness to respond to your readers wishes and wants. Keep up the great work and more “yellow journalism” please. Thanks again guys. • John, NJ Handjobs Reply: We’re glad you’re continuing to enjoy Handjobs. After we printed Wet in the Woods by Josman in the August 2003 issue, we got letters from many readers telling us how happy they were to see some watersports action in Handjobs, so we decided to start including some non-vanilla sex in a few of our stories. The main focus of Handjobs, however, will always be hot sex between an older guy and a younger guy. Dear Handjobs: Keep up the magazine … great one handed reading! • Eric, CA Dear Handjobs: Where is Josman and My Wild and Raunchy Son? Keep those stories cumming. • Anthony, MI Handjobs Reply: As we’ve said before, Josman is involved in many different projects. We will always print a new Josman cartoon as soon as we get it. In the meantime, you might want to check out our new publication, Josman. It is a full color collection of many of your favorite cartoons from past issues of Handjobs. See the order form on page 81 to order your copy. Dear Handjobs: Thanks for all the great times over the years. • Jason, MI Dear Handjobs: Keep up the great job! Your books are very entertaining! • Larry, NY Letters • 5

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Just Like Carl by Alan Winkler I was really pissed off at my ol’ man. Not only had he gotten me out of bed on a Saturday to help with chores on the farm, but he’d also interrupted one hell of a good jerk off session. So there I was: sullen, sweaty, and horny as a jackrabbit. I was sittin’ out in the pickup waiting on my dad to finish buying the month’s worth of feed-n-seed we’d need. As he came out the door, he was stopped by a dirty lookin’ bum who had been standing there bothering the people who passed by. Dad tried to brush the guy off, but he followed him all the way to the truck. As they got closer I could hear the bum, “C’mon man, you got that big place out there. I know there must be somethin’ a fella can do to earn a couple decent meals and a warm place to sleep for a few nights. C’mon man, whatchasay?” As they moved to the back of the pickup I couldn’t hear the conversation anymore, and I was a little more than surprised when the bum climbed into the bed of our truck with a self-satisfied look on his face. “What’s he doin, Dad?” I asked. “Guy’s name is Rayford …” Dad said, “… he’s gonna help out around the farm till yer brother gets back from overseas. I want you to help me keep an eye on him. I don’t trust him, but we need another strong back on the farm for a while, and I can’t afford to pay real wages to a hired hand, so … he’s a-comin’ with us.” “Great,” I griped. “Just swell.” Things went along for a week or so. They were bumpy, but that was nothing new for our family. My big brother Carl had enlisted in the Army and was now somewhere overseas. We didn’t know where exactly. Dad and I always seemed to be growlin’ back and forth at each other. Every time I’d fuck up or do something that didn’t sit just right with him he’d start in … “If yer brother was here, he’d take care of this shit like it oughta be,” or, “Son, why the hell ain’t ya more like Carl?” Damn, I was so sick of hearing how I ought to be more like Carl! That next Friday evening I was laid up in the hayloft of the old barn. I had decided to spend some much needed time working a load or two out of my underused, over-sexed cock and balls. I figured it was a safe place to hide out and have a li’l fun. The place was about to fall in, and we didn’t use it for anything anymore. I climbed up the old ladder and leaned back against the wall, let my fly down, and out came a boy’s best friend. I rubbed my balls and pumped my rod. 6 • Just Like Carl

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The July heat was making it miserably hot there in the loft, so I said, “Fuck it,” and just shucked off my boots and overalls. I’m sure I was a sight there in the loft, my overalls in a pile on the floor beside me, laid back in a pile of stale hay. One hand cupping and rubbing my hefty nutsac and my other wrapped tightly around my stiff pole, pumping like a madman. I began to get that familiar tension deep in my gut, and I knew I was close. I started pumping my hips up and down, letting them push and pull my cock through my spit-wet fingers. I could feel the sweat dripping down my brow and across my face. Jerking and humping my fist faster and harder, squeezing my nuts ... almost … almost … FUCK! I was gonna blow! Then, BAM! I heard the old heavy barn door slam shut. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn’t move a muscle, just lay there and listened. I recognized Rayford’s whistling; he always whistled the same old country tune. Suddenly it was quiet … had he gone out the back? After a few more seconds I decided that the coast was clear and reached over to grab my overalls. Suddenly I saw Rayford’s head pop over the edge of the loft. There I was … nekkid, ’cept for my socks and an old worn-out ball cap that had belonged to Carl. Embarrassed, I realized that I was still hard as a bone. Rayford stared for a few seconds then roared with laughter. “Kid, yer ol’ man’s been lookin all over for you. I figured you was someplace pumpin’ yer pole.” He climbed on up into the loft with me. He stood there staring as I tried to get to my feet to dress myself. “Well, damn, li’l buddy, ain’t no reason for ya to run off,” he said as he started rubbing himself through his dirty overalls. He popped the one snap that was holding the bib up, and the sweaty fabric fell to his waist. Damn! I thought to myself. That sumbitch is really big. His furcovered chest was big as a pickle barrel and his meaty arms looked like a couple big limbs off the old oak tree down by the swimming hole. I picked up my clothes only to have them snatched out of my hands by horny Rayford. He tossed them over the edge of the loft, leaving me standing there nekkid and a li’l nervous. He slid his thumbs under the waist of his overalls and wiggled ’em down past his hips and thick legs, then just stood there with his meat growin’ as he rubbed his hefty balls and rolled ’em around in his hand. I tried to move past him, but he stepped to the side and blocked my way. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he held me in place. I had never realized just how big he was. He stood a good eight inches over my head. Just Like Carl • 7

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“You and me gonna have some real fun, li’l man,” he growled as he started to push me down in front of him. My knees buckled, and I was eye level with his huge, fat, dripping cock. I was close enough I could smell the thick scent of him. He smelled of sweat and dust mixed with soap. “C’mon li’l man; put it in yer mouth.” I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to piss him off either. I felt his big hand on the back of my head pushing me toward his pulsing cock. I could see a shiny drop of pre-juice squeeze out of the fat head of his cock. As I stared at it, looking at the curve of it and noticing how heavy his big, low-hangin’ nuts were, I suddenly wanted it. I relaxed and leaned into him. I let him push my head down as I opened my mouth and took him inside. He tasted salty and dirty, and the thick drops of precum were making my mouth slicker and wetter by the second. He began to saw his thick hips back and forth, moving his hard cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I could feel his hairy balls on my chin as he pushed his long cock across my tongue and down my throat. My knees began to sting from the rough old boards on the floor, and my jaw was aching from the strain of opening as wide as I could. I was ready for this to be over. He was pulling the hair on the back of my head as he fucked my mouth harder and harder. I began to gag, so I tried to pull away, but he held me tight against him. “No way, you li’l cocktease. You ain’t stoppin’ till I say so.” It was hard to breathe, and I was afraid I would choke, so I braced my hands against his hairy knees and pushed with all my might. I managed to break free of his hands and fell back onto the loft floor. I rolled over to try to get to my feet, but as soon as I turned, he lunged at me and landed square on top of me. It knocked the wind out of me. I was hardly able to move as I lay there trying to get my breath. I felt his left arm circle around my neck and pull me up against him. He rolled a little to the left and I heard him spit. Then I felt his rough hand sliding up between my legs and spreading the cheeks of my ass. The glob of spit found its place against my pucker and he used his big fingers to smear it around. Then it dawned on me, Oh, shit! He’s gonna fuck me! I wiggled and tried to fight free, but he had me pinned solidly. There was no way I’d get away from him, but I wasn’t going to just let him have what he wanted, so I continued to fight. I felt his hot breath in my ear as he told me, “That’s right, li’l man, you fight me. Makes it sweeter when I pop that cherry.” 8 • Just Like Carl

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No sooner had he croaked those words in my ear than I felt the hot, wet tip of his rod press against my spit-slick hole. I reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair and was going to pull hard, but he beat me to the punch. He collapsed on me, hunched his ass forward, and drove his cock into its mark. His fuck pole parted my hole and started pushing itself into me. I felt dizzy and tried to relax a little. He squeezed me tighter and pushed more of himself into me. I could feel the fat head of his cock spreading me open as he sank further into me. Lying there with the warm weight of this big man on me; his hot breath on my neck; his hard cock wanting to be inside me; I began to realize that maybe this wasn’t so bad … maybe I liked it. Hell, yeah, I liked it! I felt my cock start to re-harden under me. I shifted a little bit and curled my ass up for him to have better entry. He took advantage of my move and shoved every inch of his slimy rod into my gut. For a minute I thought I’d pass out, but before I could really react at all, I heard a hard, “Thwack!” Rayford’s weight was suddenly off me, and I felt his long cock rip quickly out of my hungry ass. I jerked my head around to see what was going on and there stood Dad, his fist raised and clinched tight. He’d knocked the shit out of ol’ Rayfe! The force of the punch had sent him reeling off me and across the floor. He lay there sprawled on the floor with his slick rod sticking up in the air, his hand rubbing his jaw. Dad stepped over toward me, and for a minute I thought he’d slug me, too. But instead, he knelt down beside me and put his hand on my shoulder and softly asked, “You OK, Toby?” It was a rare event for my dad to call me by my name. Usually I was “hey, you” or “dammit, boy”. I nodded and said I was fine. I couldn’t help but look past Dad and still lust after the big man lying on the floor with his cock, soft but still heavy, lying across his thigh. Dad turned from me and walked over to Rayford, leaned down, and gave him a solid backhand across his good jaw. “What the hell is it you think you were doin’ to my boy?” he barked. He dropped hard on his knees squarely on Rayfe’s torso forcing him flat on his back and added a punch to the gut for good measure. I was standing now on my shaky legs, and I remembered I was nekkid. I moved my hands down to hide my leaking dick. I didn’t want Dad to know I was really enjoying Rayfe’s attack. Just Like Carl • 9

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Dad was sitting on Rayfe, his knees on each side of his thick frame. I started for the ladder and Dad said, “C’mere son.” Shyly I walked toward the men. Dad looked up at me and said, “I believe in an eye for an eye, son. We’re gonna teach this asshole a lesson.” With that, he pulled me down on my knees beside him. He leaned in and grabbed Rayfe hard by the face and turned his head toward me. “It’s your turn, Toby boy.” I was a little confused, but then I understood … Dad wanted me to put my cock in Rayford’s mouth! He was gonna make the big galoot suck my cock! Dad held Rayfe’s head solidly in his hands and nodded at me. Rayford was struggling, but as big as he was, my dad was bigger still, and I knew he was strong as an ox. “Go on,” he pressed. I moved on my knees right beside Rayfe’s face, my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Dad squeezed in on Rayfe’s jaws making him yelp loudly and his jaw drop. “Do it!” Dad barked. So I did. I aimed the head of my rod right at his mouth and stuck it in. “All of it, boy!” urged Dad. So I moved forward, feeling my horny cock slide across Rayfe’s warm tongue and down his throat. He gagged and fought us, but Dad said, “Keep goin’.” The heat of his mouth on my young rod felt so good. I let out a sigh. “Feel good, sonny boy?” Dad asked. “Oh, it does, Dad.” I answered. I noticed that now, ol’ Rayfe wasn’t gagging as much. In fact, he wasn’t gagging at all … he was sucking me… and loving it! His eyes were closed and so was his mouth – around my cock. I could feel his tongue washing around it and his hungry mouth sucking me in. His head was moving back and forth as he tried to get more of my cock down his throat. Dad released Rayfe’s head and sat up. I looked up to see him reach around behind his back and grab Rayfe’s rock-hard cock. “Somebody likes being a cocksucker, son,” Dad growled at me. “He fuckin’ loves this shit.” Dad made a motion with his hand that let me know he wanted me to turn and face him while sitting across Rayfe’s face. I did as he instructed, without ever taking my cock out of Rayfe’s sucking mouth. Dad leaned back and started unbuckling his belt. He slid it out of his jeans. Then he grabbed Rayfe’s hands and bound them in front of him with the belt. “Fuck his mouth, Toby. Fuck it hard,” Dad whispered to me. I could hear a different tone in his voice now. Dad rose and unzipped his jeans, 10 • Just Like Carl

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and I saw the reason for his changed tone. My dad’s cock was jutting straight out from his zipper and was as hard as mine was. Dad stepped back between Rayfe’s legs and got back down on his knees. He was stroking his hard cock, staring at mine sliding in and out of the mouth of our horny field hand. “Should I do it, Toby? Should I?” Dad asked me, looking into my eyes. Silently I mouthed the words, “Fuck him, Daddy,” and grinned at my horned-up father. Dad spat loudly into his hand and stroked the slobber onto his red, swollen cock. Then spat again right between Rayfe’s hairy legs. Realizing for the first time that my dad had more planned for him than just sucking cock, Rayfe started to struggle harder as Dad smeared his spit down onto his ass. He struggled, but with me sitting on his face and his hands bound in front of him, there was no way he could move. Dad lifted Rayfe’s legs up in the air and over his shoulders. Rayford was still bucking and trying to roll away, but we had him pinned. Dad aimed his cock at Rayfe’s wet asshole and shoved forward. From the loud, muffled scream Rayfe made, I knew Dad had found his mark. Dad leaned forward and pushed in more, burying all of himself up our sweaty farmhand’s hairy ass. I was still fucking Rayfe’s mouth as best I could through all the wiggling and jerking, and my cock was starting to twitch on its own … I knew I’d be cumin’ soon. Rayfe’s muffled screams changed into low rhythmic grunts as my dad repeatedly slid his cock in and out of Rayfe’s hole. Dad’s eyes were closed and his head was back. He was groaning in time with Rayfe. I looked down and saw that Rayfe was steadily stroking his cock with his bound hands. Each stroke forced a big drop of clear pre-juice from his long shaft. Without thinking, I leaned in and took the head of his slimy cock in my mouth and sucked it in. The salty-sweet precum tasted so good I wanted more. I felt Dad’s hand again on the back of my head. He whispered, “That’s it, boy, get it. Suck that fat cock off.” These words sent me over the edge and I was cumming. Pumping what I know was ropes of thick cream down the gullet of horny, bound Rayfe. I felt the rod in my mouth stiffen even more and saw Rayfe’s big nuts draw up tight against his body. He shuddered. I felt the hot load splash against the back of my mouth and I swallowed hard to try not spill any, but still some leaked out around my mouth and ran Just Like Carl • 11

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down his hairy balls. As I sucked and swallowed, I felt Dad thrusting faster and harder. He was panting and moaning like mad. I opened my eyes to see his cock flying in and out of Rayfe. I raised up slightly, and without being told, Dad knew what his boy wanted. He let out a loud moan and pulled his long fuckstick out of Rayfe’s ass just as thick globs of his man juice began to flow from his stiff cock. I leaned in to catch it in my cum-hungry mouth. As Dad grabbed my head and continued his fucking action in my mouth, the realization of what I was doing hit me. I was on the floor with my spent cock in the mouth of a dirty bum while my dad steadily fucked my mouth, pouring his huge load into me. I sucked Dad’s meat till I could draw no more cum out of him, and then sat up. Dad and I looked down at Rayfe’s still half hard, cumcovered cock and balls. Dad reached down and ran a finger through the hot cum and wiped a thick glob of it across his lips. He licked it away and leaned toward me. Dad kissed me, his warm, soft tongue swirling Rayford’s cum into my mouth. It was amazing. After Dad and I dressed, he walked over to our still-bound fuck-toy. Dad undid his hands and gave him a hand up. Rayfe slapped my dad on the shoulder, pointed at me, and said, “Well I’ll be damned if you wasn’t right! This one’s even hornier than his big brother!” What!? I thought. Carl? What did Carl have to do with any of this? As Dad walked past me, he patted me on the shoulder and said “Yeah, man. My boys are both a chip off the old block.” I lay in bed that night thinking about all that had happened that hot afternoon. Could it be? Dad and ol’ Rayfe were buddies? And Carl … had Carl been part of some secret sex life of my dad’s? I came to accept the whole thing had been a set-up so my dad could learn if I’d be able to truly take my brother’s place. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad to be just like Carl. In the morning as we sat having breakfast, a cab pulled up outside. Through the heavy dust I couldn’t really see who was getting out. As the figure got closer to the house I could see … it was Carl! I looked over at Dad who was looking out the window … he was mindlessly thumbing his cock through his loose boxers. Oh, hell, I thought. This is going to be a very wild summer.

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10:00 A.M. …

Yes, papa! Give me that thick meat stick and pump it deep inside my ass! Ooh, yesss! Don’t stop, please! What? Is that a clock ringing…? Oh, NO! ¡Así, papi! Dame ese trozo de carne dura y métemelo todo en el culo! ¡Asíii! ¡No pares, sigue! ¿Qué? ¿Un reloj despertador…? ¡Oh, NO!

Shit! Just when I was having the best time fucking with my favorite teacher in my dreams! Fuck! It’s ten o’clock in the morning! Ooh… my head! It was a hell of a party last night! And I remember everyone leaving with someone else… and here I am, alone in my room again and horny as a dog. ¡Carajo! ¡Justo cuando estaba cogiendo con mi profesor favorito! ¿Eh? ¡Las diez de la mañana! Ohh, ¡mi cabeza! ¡Pero qué gran fiesta la de anoche! Y recuerdo a todos yéndose con alguien con quien pasar la noche… y aquí estoy, solo y caliente como un perro en mi cuarto.

It’s time to do something. Es hora de hacer algo.

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Yes! What’s better than a faithful friend always willing to please you? ¡Sí! ¿Qué puede ser mejor que un amigo fiel siempre dispuesto a complacerte?

Oh wow… This is good! What would I do without you, my fat little buddy?

Guau… ¡Qué bueno está esto! ¿Qué haría sin ti, mi gordito amigo?

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“Mr. Whoever”? ¿”Don Fulano”?

YES! YES! Fuck me, Mr. Whoever! Fill me up with your meat! ¡ASÍ, ASÍ! ¡Métamelo, Don Fulano! ¡Relléneme con su carne!

…But I didn’t know you prefer bananas to apples! …¡Pero no sabía que prefieres los plátanos a las manzanas!

Well, well! Johnny seems to be hungry! I thought you’d like some fruit… ¡Vaya, vaya! ¡Juanito parece tener hambre! Pensé que te gustaría algo de fruta…

Mr. Rice! I’ll pay you the rent later. I should go… somewhere else. ¡Sr. Ruiz! Le pagaré la renta más tarde. Ahora debo ir… a cualquier lado.

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Hey, kid, it’s OK, I understand. I know you have money troubles as a student. And I know how to help you. Oye, chico, yo entiendo. Sé que como estudiante tienes problemas de dinero. Y sé cómo ayudarte.

Mr. Rice! You… want to collect… want me to pay…? ¡Sr. Ruiz! ¿Quiere cobrarme… que le pague…?

You can call me “Mr. Digger” from now on, Johnny! ¡Puedes llamarme “Don Tejeringo” desde ahora, Juanito!

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Many tenants in my buildings call me that! ¡Muchos inquilinos en mis edificios me llaman así!

And you’re about to know WHY!! I’m a very special landlord when it comes time to collect! Remember old Peter? He left when he couldn’t take my cock anymore!

¡Y estás por averiguar POR QUÉ! ¡Soy un casero muy especial al cobrar! ¿Recuerdas al viejo Pedro? ¡Se fue cuando ya no pudo soportar más mi verga!

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Yeek! Your dick is so hard that it almost hurts, Mr. Digger! You expect me to pay you this way every month?? ¡Ayy! ¡Tiene el pene tan duro que casi me lastima, Don Tejeringo! ¿Espera que le pague así cada mes??

MONTH?? You live here EVERY DAY, don’t you?? ¿MES?? ¿No vives aquí TODOS los DÍAS??

This is your DAILY rent, my boy!!

¡Èsta es tu renta DIARIA, chamaco!!

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Mr. Digger dug my asshole endlessly for hours. I could feel my chute being pulled inside out with his every hard thrust. I was trembling just from thinking that I would be fucked like this on a daily basis throughout my remaining years in college. Would I hold out that long?? Don Tejeringo me dio por el chiquito durante horas. Sentí mi recto salirse como calcetín con cada embestida de Don Tejeringo. Temblaba al pensar que así sería a diario, durante toda la universidad. ¿Podría con el paquete? FUCK! THERE YOU GO KID: MY THICK JIZZ! ¡COÑO! ¡AHÍ TE VAN MIS MOCOS, CHICO!!

Yes, I would. Sí, sí podré.

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Riding Bob by Natty Soltesz My first real job (after delivering papers) was at a fast food restaurant out on the highway. Of the three managers, I was fond of two – the lady who’d hired me and the lady who’d trained me. And then there was Bob, who was easily my least favorite manager. He was crude and liked to razz the crew – especially me. “How’s school, Cort?” he once asked my friend and co-worker. “You gettin’ all the girls?” Then he turned to me. “What about you, Stevie? You gettin’ all the boys?” He thought this stuff was hilarious, but it just pissed me off. Even worse was that he was a totally hot and masculine guy. He was in his thirties, with dark, buzzed hair and rough stubble on his face. He had a big, nicely-built body, and I had a hard time averting my eyes from the firm ass in his work trousers. One time he caught me checking him out – I’d been helping him load up the cooler, watching the muscles in his hairy arms as he lifted boxes; his pants stretching across his plump butt mounds as he set them on the shelf. I must have been staring too long because when I looked up, Bob was smirking at me. “Like what you see, Stevie?” he said. I just glared at him. “Keep staring and you might just get what you want.” I figured he was just teasing me, and I let it drop. Then one night, Bob and I were scheduled to close together. Cort had just finished his early shift and left when a bus full of football tailgaters pulled up. It was insane. Bob and I were sliding around on the floor, trying to get everybody served. By the time we locked up, I was exhausted. I was emptying the grease into the dumpster out back when I heard Bob scream. I came back in to find him on the floor, grabbing his thigh, his face screwed up in pain. “Fuck … fucking leg cramp … I get them really bad in my thigh.” I helped him up and we hobbled to the manager’s office. He sat down and took off his pants. “I gotta work it out, there’s no other way … Ah! Holy shit.” He wore a pair of white briefs. I tried not to stare at the hair on his meaty thighs, or at the bulge in between them. Bob was using both hands to massage the muscle underneath his thigh, but he was still having a rough go of it. 20 • Riding Bob

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“Shit, Stevie, would you do me a favor? Clear some of this stuff from the desk; I need you to work this knot out for me.” “I guess I can try.” “Whatever, it’ll be better than what I’m doing.” For some reason, he took off his shirt. Then, rearranging the stuff on the top of the desk, he lay face down upon it. I gazed for a moment at his broad back and the juicy mounds of his butt under the combed cotton of his briefs. I felt the knot almost immediately – it was incredibly tough. My fingers were very close to his ass as I worked them against his smooth flesh. I couldn’t believe I was getting this intimate with my hot manager. “Ahh … fuck … you’re doing a good job. Get that lotion from the desk drawer, it’ll help.” After a while, I could feel him start to relax. His breathing changed. I let my fingers start to flirt with the area where the seam of his underwear met his leg. There was definitely a sexual charge to the air, but I couldn’t tell if it was just me. “Hold on a second,” Bob said, and he slid his briefs down over his ass. His gorgeously hairy mounds bounced into view. “Can you take them down the rest of the way? Yeah, that’ll make it easier.” How it made it easier I couldn’t say, but it did make it easier for me to ogle his beautiful ass. I kept massaging, slowly working my courage and my fingers upward. Bob sighed, and spread his legs a little. I took a deep breath and started working my greasy fingers against his ass muscles. Gently, I spread his big butt until his pink, sweaty hole came into view. Bob sighed again. I was rock hard in my pants. I massaged up toward it, working my fingers against the firm space underneath his balls. When my fingertip made contact with Bob’s hot asshole, he let out a full-on moan. He turned over. His cock, which I’d never imagined would be so big and thick, lay like a pipe against his stomach. He grinned at me, holding it up. “You want to sit on it?” I nodded, but could still only stare. “Go ahead and touch it, man.” I took it in my hands and stroked him. Bob’s eyes rolled back in his head. The feel of his tool in my hands almost made me lose it – it was so hard and hot. Riding Bob • 21

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Bob reached forward and unbuckled my pants. They fell to the floor, my cock jutting out of my boxers. He took it in his hand. “Yeah, man,” he said, stroking its diamond-hard length. “Turn around.” He got a finger wet in his mouth, spread my ass open, and touched his wet finger to my hole. Firmly he pressed until the tip sank inside. “That’s so tight. Are you sure you’re going to be able to take it?” I wasn’t sure, but I was eager to try. I got up on the desk, straddled his body, and put some lotion on my butthole. Resting my anus against his cock, I sat down on him; slowly at first, then gaining more confidence until his whole dick was in my ass and I was sitting in his lap. “Holy shit, holy shit,” Bob kept saying. I braced myself by holding onto his beefy torso and started to ride him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Even in my wildest fantasies, I still imagined that it would hurt a little. Bob’s dick fit in my ass perfectly. He started thrusting into me, and I pushed back, relishing the feel of his dick driving in and out of me like a piston. Reaching up, he pulled my head down to his and started kissing me. All the pent-up anger I’d had for him seemed like it was being released. My manager and I were fucking! It was almost too much to bear. “Ah! Ah!” he hissed suddenly, and nearly pushed me off. His cock came out with a pop. “My leg; it’s cramping up again.” He massaged it some more and that seemed to help. “We need to do this standing up. We can do it outside by the boxes. You ever done it outside before?” “I’ve never done it at all before.” “You serious? I got your cherry?” “Yeah.” “Wow. You’re one hot fuck. We’re gonna have a lot more fun at this job from now on. C’mon,” he said, and led me, naked, out of the office. The night was quiet. We went to an area around the corner from the dumpster, where the used boxes were stacked. It was protected by a fence so nobody could see us. Bob had me brace myself on the stack, and slid into me from behind. It felt even better this time. He fucked me gently, but with force. He kept his big arm wrapped around my chest, feeling up and down my smooth torso. With both arms he held me close to his body, rubbing that wonderfully hairy chest against my back as he drove his cock in and out of my hungry ass. He kissed and licked the back of my neck. 22 • Riding Bob

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Through a hole in the fence I could see the highway. Cars would occasionally stream past, making lonely sounds in the warm night air. Bob took my hard dick in his big paw and started stroking me in earnest. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He put his tongue in my ear. “Fuck … can’t hold off. I’m gonna cum in your ass. Is that OK, baby? Gonna cum in your sweet ass.” He kept stroking me as he plowed into me hard, sending jets of hot juice deep inside my butt. He bit the back of my neck, his moans going out into the dark night. Then, slowly, he came down. He turned me around, and dropping to his knees, took my cock into his mouth. I was on the edge in no time at all. “I’m gonna cum,” I told Bob, but he just kept sucking. “Oh … fuck … AH!” I screamed, and I filled his mouth with semen. Bob slid his lips up and down my tool, getting off every drop of juice. When I was done, he stood up and kissed me again, pushing his cum-covered tongue into my mouth and sharing my load. “Fuck, Stevie,” he said once we’d gone back inside. “Why didn’t you just tell me you liked dick?” Try as I might, I really could not think of an answer to that one. So I just smiled and put away the condiments, happily aware that Bob’s hot cock was mine, from now on.

Dad’s Special Underwear by Robin Walden My dad was a big brute of a guy: jet black hair, muscular, hairy body and a big, fat cock that I know my mother was very happy to get fucked with several times a week. But my dad also had a secret thing that he never let mom know about and only shared with me – and it wasn’t just the fact that me and dad had been having some very hot sex together when she wasn’t around. Dad had this thing for underwear, and I’m not talking about plain old boxers or briefs. My dad liked wearing really tight, skimpy stuff like bikinis made from elastic cloth or anything that made his eleven inch cock bulge out even more. The thing was, he never let Mom know he really got turned on wearing them. “She may not understand how it feels,” he once told me. “So let’s keep this between you and me.” It made me feel really good that he would confide in me with his secret, and the bond between us was very strong because of it. Dad’s Special Underwear • 23

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But it had been a long time since we had some time alone together, because Mom always wanted to do things as a family, right down to going grocery shopping. But then one day, out of the blue, Mom told us she was going out of town … alone! She had a girlfriend from college who needed help with her first baby shower, and she would be gone for almost a week. On the morning that Mom drove off to the airport, Dad was bounding up the stairs to their bedroom before Mom was halfway down the block. When I got there, Dad had already dropped his jeans and was pulling a plastic bag out of the closet. That was where he kept his sexy underwear hidden. It was a place where Mom would never find them. I guess he was really excited, because when he turned around and emptied the bag on the bed, his fat cock was hard as a rock. It had been a long time since I’d seen my dad’s wang all stiff and swinging. I almost didn’t hear him talking to me. “Ah … this is a pair I’ve been wanting to try on!” Dad said as he held up a pair of gray cotton shorts that looked like they were my size. When he put them on, they hugged his legs and ass like a second skin. But Dad’s cock was so stiff he couldn’t pack it in to get that nice round bulge he liked so much. “Oh crap!” he yelled when his big boner shot out the side. “This is the first time I ever wished I wasn’t so hard!” I knew in a second what that meant. Dad gave me a devilish grin and said, “Keith, come over here son. Help your old man with this problem.” When Dad rested his cock over the back of Mom’s easy chair, I quickly knelt on the seat facing him and swallowed half his big rod into my wet, hungry mouth. “Holy shit boy!” Dad swooned. “Have you been practicing on someone else? You weren’t this good the last time you sucked me.” I nodded my head, but kept up my sucking. The truth was there were two guys in my gym class who I’d been blowing on a weekly basis, and now I had the opportunity to show Dad how much I’d improved my skills. Using my new expertise, I leaned in to Dad’s crotch, and in one forward motion, I got the last of his sausage down my throat. Dad let out a soft moan and held on to the back of the chair as I started to slowly move my wet mouth back and forth over his rod. Then I clamped my lips down a bit harder and really sucked Dad’s whopper from one end to the other. 24 • Dad’s Special Underwear

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Needless to say, I was lost in the moment, and I wish it could have lasted longer, but Dad needed some quick relief. When he started hissing some nasty words, I held on to the chair, too. Seconds later, he was blowing multiple streams of hot, rich cum into my mouth. When I finally let Dad’s cock slip from my mouth, it was all wet and sticky with his load. He breathed a heavy sign and rubbed his meat across my forehead. Now he was able to stuff it into his hot shorts and get that perfect, fat bulge that made him look so sexy. Before we went downstairs, Dad pulled me close to him and gave me a long, hot kiss. “Hey buddy, we’ve got the house to ourselves for a few days.” He said. “And I want you to stay butt naked for me all the time. Just let me enjoy showing off for you.” “I’ll do whatever you want, Dad” I said. “But you gotta promise you’ll fuck me as much as you want. It’s been a long time, and my ass needs a good plowing!” “Don’t you worry about that,” Dad said as he gave me a playful slap on my butt. “I’m gonna be riding your sweet hole right up to the day your Mom gets home.” The rest of the day was one of best Dad and I ever had together. We made lunch, watched a movie and even did some house chores just to make sure Mom never knew anything funny had been going on. By the time the sun went down, Dad had changed his sexy underwear about four times, and I really enjoyed being naked around him too. My cock stayed stiff and dripping without me thinking about. But I started wondering when he was gonna give me that fucking I needed so badly. Just as I was about to ask him, the phone rang. When I came into the living room, Dad was sitting on the sofa talking to Mom and wearing a pair of bikinis that really got me hot. They were a soft, black fabric that looked like leather, and down the front of his big pouch was a zipper with a small ring at the top. To add to the look, he was wearing an old ripped tank top that looked like it had never been washed and smelled like sweat. My cock felt like it was gonna explode right that minute at the sight of my dad looking like such sexy trash. I guess Mom was checking in on us, because Dad was sitting there rubbing his hand over his growing bulge, nodding his head and telling her that things were just fine. When Dad saw me he waved his hand, motioning me to come over. Then he spread his legs wider and pointed to the floor. This was just what I wanted him to do, because I had a 26 • Dad’s Special Underwear

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nasty idea about getting him to fuck me. While he was still talking to Mom, I started moving my hands over the bulge in his underwear. I could feel his fat meat stiffen and jump. Then I rubbed my nose over the growing basket and licked the fabric, letting my nostrils take in the scent of his hairy crotch. Dad was still on the phone with Mom, but I don’t think he was really listening to what she was saying. My little plan was working. When I looked up at Dad, he gave me a wicked smile and stuck his tongue out. Then he slowly pulled down the zipper of his bikinis. His long, fat dick came jumping from the opening at full attention. Just like me, he was dripping like an open faucet. Mom was still yakking, so I stood up and started rubbing my butt over his stiff boner and playfully teasing him like I was gonna shove his cock up my ass. What Dad didn’t know was that I had already Dad’s Special Underwear • 27

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lubed up my hot hole, just in case he wanted to fuck me on the fly – that’s when I pulled my big surprise. Before he had a chance to react, I straddled Dad’s legs, held his cock in my hand then pushed about half of that bad boy up my ass. Dad’s eyes almost crossed but he couldn’t say anything with Mom still talking to him. When I pushed my ass down another inch Dad gritted his teeth and almost dropped the phone. I could hear Mom asking, “Hon, are you all right? Are you still there?” Dad quickly regained his composure. “Sure baby,” he said softly. “Guess that cheese pizza Keith and I had this afternoon is coming back on me. Think it’s time to go. Yeah, I’ll tell him you called … See ya, baby. Bye!!!” When Dad hung up the phone, I pushed down again, sending more of his shaft up my butt, just inches away from hitting my sweet spot. “You hot fucker,” He huffed. “You almost got us into a lot of trouble with your mother!” “She’ll never know,” I said as the last of Dad’s butt rammer went sliding up my hole. “Besides, she gets this all the time; now it’s my turn.” “Yeah, boy, it’s your turn all right, but I’m the one in control here.” Before I knew what had happened, Dad picked me up, spun me around and had me draped over the back of the sofa like a rag doll. “Don’t forget, Sport,” He whispered in my ear. “Your old man was on the wrestling team when he was in school, and he still has a few moves you don’t know about!” How Dad got me in that position with his cock still up my ass, I’ll never know, but I was sure glad it was. He started pounding away at my tight hole, almost knocking the wind out of me. He still had on his black underwear and the sound of it slapping against my ass filled the room. I knew Dad didn’t like me playing tricks on him so I was getting this “Revenge Fuck” to teach me a lesson. But I didn’t really care now, because he was finally giving me the fucking I’d been craving for months. Without missing a beat, Dad got me on my side with my leg up in the air, and I knew he was close to getting his nut. Dad plowed my ass even harder and faster now. He slapped my cheeks until they stung and turned a bright red. “SON OF A BITCH!” He barked as he started pumping his hot river of mancream inside me. 28 • Dad’s Special Underwear

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At the same time, my own cock begin to twitch and explode without me even touching it. My wad went shooting with a force and distance I never saw before. When Dad collapsed with me on the sofa, he wrapped his big arms and legs around me and held me to his funky, sweat-soaked body. It was a great feeling just to lay there with him and not say a word for a while. The next couple of days, Dad and I both called in sick for work and school. And true to his word, he fucked me at least twice a day before Mom returned. He even gave me his black bikinis as a gift. “Here ya go, Sport” He said as he handed them to me. “I’ve got new ones on the way, and it’s time you started your own collection.

As Nasty as They Cum by Rex Randall Lee Uncle Rex had always been a farm laborer or ranch hand as long as I could remember. My dad said Rex didn’t want the responsibility of being an owner and having to keep books and having to look after the hired hands. So when my parents died in a mishap, it was no surprise that Uncle Rex let our family farm go to auction to pay for their funerals and expenses. My brother Les and I were both in high school, but I wasn’t that far off from being of legal age and would have been willing to take over the farm and run it like our dad had taught us. We had always done a lot of the chores and farm labor as it was, so dad wouldn’t have to fork out money to strangers during peak planting and harvest times. I deeply resented my uncle for what he had done, but I soon would come to resent him even more. I was named after my uncle, but my family had always called me Junior. I’m not sure why, because Uncle Rex was never around much as I was growing up, so it wasn’t to avoid confusion. However, he now took great pleasure in calling me Junior, since my brother and I were in his legal custody. We soon learned that he would take full advantage of that authority. Our uncle was acting as foreman on a ranch about a hundred miles from where our farm was. He talked the owner into letting him bring us there. It meant we had to leave our home, school, friends, and neighbors. With only a few clothes, blankets, and personal items we made an emotional departure. As Nasty as They Cum • 29

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For the first few nights, we slept on the floor of a crowed bunkhouse at the farm where our uncle worked. The owner seemed uninterested in our presence, except to make it clear that we were to earn our room and board. Uncle Rex immediately put us to work converting an old abandoned chicken coop into a room we could share. We were thankful to have the privacy of it and worked hard to get it ready. At first we slept on the floor in there, too, but soon we built a set of bunk beds against the highest wall and made ourselves some straw mattresses. We worked hard from dawn to dusk alongside the other farm hands. Sleeping was never a problem. We were exhausted and had little time to reminisce about the loss of our parents and our old life on the family farm. One night after crying myself to sleep, I woke up to the sounds of moans and groans. It was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything until my eyes adjusted. At first I thought Les was sick. Then I made out the image of our uncle on top of him. I jumped down and wrestled Uncle Rex off of Les. My uncle popped me a good one and stormed out of our quarters. I asked Les what was going on. “He was cornholing me,” he exclaimed. “Jesus! Why the hell did you let him do that?” I shouted back at Les. “He’s been doing it every since we moved into this shack,” Les confirmed. “You’re always too tired and sound asleep. You just never noticed before.” I was shocked, furious in fact, and asked Les why he hadn’t yelled out. He explained that up until recently, Uncle Rex kept his mouth covered with his hand. Now Les just let him have his way to get it over and done with. “It’s not so bad, Junior,” he said. “I’m kind of used to it now,” he added. I was so sore at my uncle that I couldn’t look him in the face and avoided him as much as possible the next day. That night I lay awake as long as I could until the ache and tired got the best of me. I awoke abruptly to the same moans as the night before. I jumped off my upper bunk and grabbed for my uncle. To my surprise another person lunged at me, in fact two other farm hands were in our shed along with my uncle. 30 • As Nasty as They Cum

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I was quickly pinned down and hog tied like I was a calf about to be branded. And branded I was! My clothes were stripped off me, and I soon felt probing fingers on my butt hole. In the darkness there was a lot of dirty whispering between my uncle and the farm hands. I soon felt a hot poker penetrate my virgin asshole. It hurt like hell. I was dry and trying to resist, but my intruder was persistent. When Uncle Rex spoke in my ear, I knew it was him that lay on top of me with his cock buried in my tight, raw bung hole. “See what you have been missing, Junior? Your little brother likes it now, and so will you when we’re done with you tonight!” he muttered. I could sense the smirk on his face. Lucky for me, as my uncle slid his cock in and out of my stretched anal canal the soreness subsided. Either he must have leaked enough precum, or the loose skin of his uncircumcised dick had helped to make my tunnel more pliable. I knew my uncle had an uncut cock from seeing him at the open-air shower next to the bunk house. I have to admit, when I saw him the first time I was curious about how big it might get. Now I knew the answer as he pounded me forcefully, pulling back to the entrance of my chute and then pushing hard with his whole body weight until he was buried deep up my asshole. In the back ground I could hear my brother’s moans and could only assume one of the other farm hands was using his ass for their own pleasure as well. Although I had fought and squirmed I could tell Les was resigned to accepting his fate. Occasionally a wave of unexpected instant pleasure replaced the discomfort I felt. Between my cursing and shouts, I wondered how much my littler brother might be liking getting fucked by a horny man’s hard member. I was too angry and tense to accept any pleasure I might be getting from my first fuck. I wanted it over and done with, and I wanted somehow to get even with my uncle and his fuck buddies. I got one of my wishes when I felt my uncle shiver and tense. He roared a loud cry as he unloaded his hot semen into my well-fucked, burning hole. He shuddered and spasmed as his hot, wet seed soothed my raw, used asshole. I felt a sense of relief when he pulled out and pushed up off of me. I lay temporarily exhausted. Just as I began to squirm and plead to be set free, hands grabbed both my arms and feet, and I was rolled onto one side, exposing my As Nasty as They Cum • 31

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naked torso. From what little moonlight filtered through the screen opening in our hut, I saw Les’s face forced onto my crotch. “Suck his dick, boy,” my uncle commanded. “I bet you’ve wanted to suck your big brother’s dick for a long time. Huh, boy?” I was helpless and disgusted at what I heard. When Uncle Rex pushed my brother’s head further down, and I felt his breath, then his lips on my cock, I shuddered with both fear and anticipation. Soon his warm, wet lips enveloped my dickhead. I had been soft, but as his tongue swirled around and he lightly chewed on my prick, I started to respond in spite of not wanting to. My cock kept swelling and lengthening, and the more it did, the more aggressive Les was at sucking my manhood. “That’s it, boy. Blow your brother. Make him cum in your mouth,” my uncle suggested. Just as I was adjusting to the feel of my first blow job from a guy – and it was my own brother, to boot – someone slid behind me on the floor. The other two held me tight as a second cock was forced up my sore asshole. “Give it to him, cowboy. Make him take another load up his ass.” At least it didn’t hurt as bad this time. Maybe the cowboy wasn’t as big, or maybe, after my uncle’s initial attack, my chute was already used to the feel of a pulsing hardon pistoning in and out. My dick stayed hard no matter what. The sensation of Les sucking me was very pleasurable, and even though I did my best to resist getting sucked and fucked at the same time, I started to give in to it. My second fuck was fast. The cowboy spilled his load soon after he started riding my ass. My butt might have been abused, but the feel of my little brother blowing me made up for it. “That’s right, suck him just like I taught you,” I heard my uncle say to Les. I was hoping after this round I would be freed, and we would be left alone. Our uncle had other plans. He instructed the third farmhand to have a go at my cum-lubed fuckhole. “He might as well wear all our brands while we have him down and hog-tied,” he remarked. The third man’s cock was inserted up my tender arse. It felt large and fit tight in spite of the two previous fuckings. This guy rode me long and hard. I could sense he was holding back and wanting 32 • As Nasty as They Cum

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to make it last. I lay as still as possible, not wanting in any way to give him a good fuck. No matter, he stayed in the saddle and got his jollies. My uncle stuck his cock in my face and told me suck him, but I clenched my jaw and held my mouth shut. When he forced a finger between my lips, I bit him. He yelled and slapped my ass really hard. After that, I think he was afraid to try and force his cock in my mouth. I was angry enough to bite it off! After a third load of spunk was emptied inside my aching butt hole, they let me just lie on the floor. As I lay recovering, I heard my uncle order Les to clean their cocks off “with his pussy-mouth”. “That sure is a sweet mouth, huh, fellas?” our uncle chuckled with a nasty tone in his voice. Uncle Rex must have been all worked up from watching me get fucked, because I soon heard him moaning and then his loud cry again as he dumped his second load in my brother’s mouth and on his face. The three men sat me up and they pressed my face and Les’s face together, making me taste some of my uncle’s warm scum. Les unexpectedly forced his cum-coated tongue in my mouth. I jerked away, shocked that he would do such a thing. I tried to spit it out, but the taste and odor lingered. The three intruders left soon after, leaving me to be untied by Les. I sat on the floor with my head bowed in my hands, wanting to cry, but I didn’t want my brother to see that. I gritted my teeth and tried to act like a man. “It’s OK, Junior; it’s not so bad after a while. You get used to it,” Les stated, as he gently rubbed my shoulders and back. “Don’t ever call me Junior again!” I shouted at him. “From now on I’m Randall!” I said. I decided to use my middle name from that moment on. When I got up, we pulled our bunk beds in front of the door for the rest of the night. The next day I found a hammer and nails, and we fixed it up so we could drop a log across the door from the inside. We also hammered logs across the screens on the windows. I slept better, feeling more secure. We had no more unexpected intrusions during the night, but even though no one bothered me during the day, I got the feeling that Les was still made to service my uncle and the other farm hands at times when we were separated. As Nasty as They Cum • 33

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He never complained, even when I questioned him, but I sensed it was going on. One night later on, I woke hearing Les ask if I would come down to his bunk. “You not feeling good, or what?” I asked, concerned. Les asked me to bunk with him. I remembered when we were small and he would have a bad dream, I would sleep with him. We would cuddle and talk until he fell back to sleep. Sometimes I would just stay in his bed and wrap my arms around him and drift off until morning. “Would you hold me Ju … ah, ah Randall,” Les stammered. “Did you have a bad dream?” I said. “No, I just need to know you’re there,” he replied in a soft boyish voice. I slid in next to his warm, naked body. We cuddled like we had when we were boys. Les began pressing back against me. His firm buttocks pressed against my crotch. I couldn’t help reacting. My cock swelled and grew to a full blown hardon. Suddenly, Les reached back and took my prick in his fist. I froze, not sure what I should do. “Will you fuck me, Randall? Please, I need you. Would you please fuck me up the ass?” he said. “Les, we’re brothers!” I announced. “So what? We’ve both been fucked by our uncle now, haven’t we? I want you to know how it feels. Besides … I love you and I know you love me.” His fingers toying with my balls and prick soon gave my hardon a mind of its own! With Les lying on his back, legs raised over my tanned shoulders, I slowly pressed my quivering cock inside my flesh-and-blood brother. The sensation of his willingness, and his hot, inviting asshole overwhelmed me with a source of pleasure and newfound love that I had for him. It seemed as though we fucked all night, between drifting off and doing it again. If I wasn’t hard, Les used his skilled, talented mouth to make me ready to penetrate him once more. At the end of the summer season, our uncle moved on as he always does. Les and me; well, we stayed on as farm hands, and we always share a bed. Once in a while someone sparks our interest and we invite him to share our bed as well. 34 • As Nasty as They Cum

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The Man Next Door by Steven O’Hara The house next door had sat empty for the longest time. I used to sit and stare out my bedroom window at it and try to imagine what kind of people might buy it and move in. The house itself wasn’t very big, so I was fairly certain we wouldn’t end up living next door to a family with a bunch of kids. I figured it would probably be bought by some newlyweds as their first home, or maybe by a retired couple. But just when I had begun to think that no one was ever going to move in, I glanced out my bedroom window one day and noticed a moving van parked in front of the house next door. As I watched through the window, the movers carried in the boxes and furniture, but the driveway remained empty, and as far as I could see, there was no sign of the new owner. I tried to keep my eyes on the house for the rest of the day, but no new neighbor ever showed up. The next day, I noticed a car in the driveway, but I didn’t see who had driven it there. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t until a week later when I finally got a look at our new neighbor. He was a man, apparently single, because I never saw a wife hanging around, and he was tall, very good looking and black. That was quite a surprise for me, because we had never had any black people in the neighborhood. Mom and Dad both said they were glad he had moved in, because it was “high time the block became a little more diversified.” I was glad too. I didn’t care what color he was, though; I was glad because he was hot! I came home from school one Friday afternoon shortly before summer vacation, to find out that Mom and Dad had gone over to meet our new neighbor without me. I found out that his name was Jake Armstrong and that he worked downtown at an investment company. They said he seemed really nice and that they had had a very pleasant visit. I felt a little left out, because I hadn’t gotten to meet him. After summer vacation started, I found myself keeping a really close watch on Mr. Armstrong. I tried to make sure I was awake when he left for work in the mornings, and I always made an effort to be up in my room and at the window when he got home at night. But the weekends were the best time to engage in a little neighbor watching. Mr. Armstrong often spend most of the day on Saturday and Sunday outside in his backyard. Which meant I spent most of my time upstairs in my room looking out the window. Mom constantly nagged me that it was summer, and I should be outside enjoying the The Man Next Door • 35

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fresh air, but I always found a reason to stay in my room. I found that the best time to watch Mr. Armstrong was when he would sunbathe. He’d lay a blanket down on his perfectly manicured lawn and stretch out on it in nothing but a pair of skimpy bathing trunks. His cock and balls made a huge bulge in the front, and I would get a boner the minute I saw him. Often he’d fall asleep in the warm sun. When this happened, and I knew there was no way he’d see me, I’d stand directly in front of my window and jerk off as I watched his smooth muscular body and the big mound in his trunks. I kept this up for most of the summer, but then one day, I got quite a surprise! I was watching Mr. Armstrong sunbathe, as usual, and I noticed the red trunks he was wearing seemed to be a bit smaller than normal. He was really packed into them. When he fell asleep in the sun, he must have been having some pretty dirty dreams, because I noticed the bulge in his crotch getting bigger and bigger. He was getting a hardon! His thick log of a dick bobbed and stretched its way toward his thigh. Then the next thing I knew, his cockhead was poking its way out of the leg opening. Finally, his entire rod and one of his big nuts popped out into view. Mr. Armstrong began to squirm around on the blanket a little in his sleep, and his cock began leaking a silvery stream of precum onto his smooth belly. My cock was leaking also. It only took me a couple of strokes before I blasted my wad against the glass of the window. “Shit!” I said to myself. I knew I had to get something to clean it up with fast, because I sure didn’t want Mom to see it. I went down the hall to get some toilet paper to wipe off the window, and when I got back, Mr. Armstrong was gone. §

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Then one day, as luck would have it, after I had followed Mr. Armstrong into the park, and lost him as usual, I really had to take a leak. I knew there was a men’s room down by the playground, so I headed that way. Inside the restroom, there was a bank of three urinals, and standing at the middle one was Mr. Armstrong! I thought to myself, This must be where he always disappears to, but why would he walk all the way to the park just to take a piss? I saw this as my chance to get a good, up-close look at Mr. Armstrong’s equipment, so I took the urinal to his left. I opened my pants and pulled my cock out. As I started to pee, I glanced over at him. To my surprise, he wasn’t pissing at all. His cock was sticking straight out from his open fly, as hard as could be. I could feel my own pecker starting to stiffen as I continued to empty my bladder. “You’re the kid from next door, aren’t you?” he asked. His voice echoed like a cannon in the empty men’s room. “Uh … yeah,” I rasped through my dry throat, keeping my eyes straight ahead. “I wondered when you were gonna end up in here.” “Wh – what do you mean?” I asked. “You’ve been following me for the past week. I kept expecting you to show up in here, but I guess you were just getting up your nerve, huh?” “Uh … no,” I admitted, still looking straight ahead. “I kept losing you.” His booming laughter filled the room. I glanced down again to see his cock bouncing back and forth as he continued to laugh. “Well, you found me now …” he said, “… wanna touch it?” Still looking ahead and without saying a word, I reached over and touched his hard-as-steel erection. As my piss stream dribbled to a stop, I started moving his foreskin back and forth. He let out a sigh, and I had to look. He was wearing white briefs, but they were old and torn. His cockhead was shiny and wet and beginning to drool. I gave it a squeeze and looked up into his dark eyes. “Yeah,” he sighed. “That’s what you’ve been needing. Like the way that feels, boy?” “Oh, yeah,” I said. “Then let’s go back here and get a little better acquainted, neighbor.” 38 • The Man Next Door

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He led me back to one of the toilet stalls, and the minute we were inside, he stripped my clothes off of me. He also began to strip down, but he left his torn briefs on. His hard cock stuck out the fly of his frayed Jockey’s. “How ’bout you give me a little head, son?” he asked. The Man Next Door • 39

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I immediately sat down on the toilet and wrapped my mouth around his cockhead. The tastes and aromas of his crotch filled my mouth and nose. It was then that I realized his tattered briefs hadn’t been in the laundry any time recently. But that was OK with me. I loved his smell. I took more and more of his thick, black, uncut shaft into my mouth, eventually guiding his cockhead down my throat. He grabbed my hair with both of his hands and began slowly fucking my head. Each time he pulled back, I could taste his precum as it drooled across my tongue. Fantastic! My own cock was sticking straight up against my belly. My precum was flowing in a steady stream down my shaft and over my balls. I was so excited just to be sucking this man’s big cock. Mr. Armstrong’s groans were beginning to get louder, and he thrusts were coming faster and harder. I reached down and wrapped my fist around my dripping pecker. He was going to blow any time now, and I wanted to be right there with him. He humped my face a couple more times, then stuffed his cock down my throat. I could feel it pulse and twitch as he pumped his semen directly into my stomach. My own rod started to buck, and in no time, I was cumming with Mr. Armstrong! My load blasted up my belly, past my chest and splattered against my chin. It had to be the most intense orgasm I had ever had. After Mr. Armstrong pulled his softening log out of my mouth, he stripped off his worn-out underwear, tossed them at me, and said, “Here, kid. Clean the spunk off of your face.” I wiped my face clean, giving them another good, long sniff, and then handed them back to him. “Keep ’em as a souvenir,” he said as he pulled on the rest of his clothes, “and as a reminder to keep following me to the park.” He gave me a wink, stuffed his cock into his pants, zipped up, and then he was gone. After I got dressed, I shoved his dirty underwear into my back pocket and high-tailed it home. I kept Mr. Armstrong’s shorts under my mattress, and when I wasn’t off in the park, sucking him off, I was sitting on the toilet at home, sniffing his shorts, jerking off and remembering how hot it was the first time I blew him in the park john. The Man Next Door • 41

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Jo J osma an n

Avai l ab Every night it’s always the SAME scenario

Josman

While the rest of the family are fast asleep, he comes into my bedroom.

There is something special about the love between a dad and his son ...

My heart is pounding with excitement as he approaches my bed. By now i’m rock hard under the sheets.

In his eyes I see total lust.

The Night Visitor The Log Cabin Foreman Joe Private Lessons Caught in the Act Naughty Boy Wet in the Woods Cellmates Hot Stepdad Twins Dad’s Toys part 1 Dad’s Toys part 2 The Plumber Family Tradition part 1 Family Tradition part 2 Family tradition part 3 Learning to Breed Dad Fixes an Itch Fixing My Son’s Itch

The chemistry between us is incredible.

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No power on earth could stop the attraction we feel for each other.

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In no time I find myself on my back and the incredible hairy hulk is right on top of me, pumping his huge meat into my cute Ass.

He starts to get more aggressive, hurling filthy words at me.

He keeps calling me his boy bitch.

I love being his sex toy.

I sense the big man is about to Climax.

He created me therefore he has the right to use and abuse me as he likes.

I beg him to cum inside me.

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Avai l abl e No Available Now! w! Ahhh...nothing beats the fresh smell of pine trees and the clear mountain air -- this place is so beautiful.

We’re locked in this position for a long time, just enjoying each other’s dicks...

Until finally, we both shoot our load at the same time.

I come up here

Without hesitation

every year with my son--just the two of us.

I gulp down my son’s deliciously creamy sperm.

It gives us a chance to get away from the womenfolk for a whole week.

I think I could get hooked on swallowing cum.

We’ll get to do some fishing, hiking and...other stuff.

The fact that we had sex has somehow made our relationship feel stronger and more complete.

In no time we settle

into the cabin and get the fire going. soon the place is warm and cosy--perfect for some fun and games.

As I watch the flames, my mind drifts back to last year, when we did somethiNG together for the first time.

I’m not looking forward to going back home at the end of the week.

If only we could stay

Something that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind... 9

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don’t worry about my wife, eric--she’s gone to yoga class.

but sir, what if Mrs cooper walks in on us?

She won’t be back for hours!

now, just relax--we’re gonna have a lot of fun!

how does that feel?

real good sir! can I...uh, do the same to you?

tell you what, eric... let’s do it to each other at the same time.

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here in each other’s arms for always...

Josman contains the stories: The Night Visitor The Log Cabin Foreman Joe Private Lessons Caught In The Act Naughty Boy Wet In the Woods Cellmates Hot Stepdad Twins Dad’s Toys Dad’s Toys part 2 The Plumber Family Tradition part 1 Family Tradition part 2 Family Tradition part 3 Learning To Breed Dad Fixes an Itch Fixing My Son’s Itch Josman • 43

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Not My Fault It was all my wife’s fault. For my birthday she gave me a telephoto lens for my camera. Ever since I retired, my main hobby was taking photos. Most of my photos were of nature. After we retired, we moved out of the city and I rediscovered my childhood love of the forests. I spent hours out in the forests, taking pictures of the woodland flowers, ferns, mosses and trees. My grandfather had been a woodsman, and as a lad, I spent many days with him in the forest, helping him trim brush, checking on the health of the trees under his care, and even lending a hand when he felled trees. If it hadn’t been for the telephoto lens my wife gave me, I never would have ventured as far as I did. Because of the telephoto lens, I had to find open vistas to shoot. The lens wasn’t of much use in the thick woods around our retirement cabin. I had to venture to Lake Pinnawanish. From the shore of the lake, I could take some great shots of lake birds, the distant shore and the Nukkamanish mountains. It was a warm day, and by the time I made the long trek to the lake, I was overheating and had to strip down to my hiking shorts. I rested for a few minutes on the bank of the lake. For an old man, I was quite proud I had made the long trek on my own. After I got my breath back, I pointed my lens across the lake and panned along the shore. I was amazed at how clearly I could see everything through the powerful lens. There were some homes along the shore, and with the lens, I could even see the small flower boxes hanging in the windows. I kept panning until my lens stopped at a gathering of people … almost naked people. It seemed to be some family gathering as everyone was so friendly with each other. Most of them were on the lawn playing volleyball. They had to be a very close family as the scant clothing they wore revealed every detail of their bodies. And to my utter delight, some of them were totally nude! I zoomed in as close as I could. My heart beat picked up and then it started to pound when my lens latched onto a muscular youth sitting on a rock by the lake. His slim red shorts barely contained his ample jewels. None of this would have come to my attention were it not for my wife’s present. I just had to get closer. I picked up the trail around the lake and steadily made my way towards that most interesting family. As I approached the family, their laughter and chatter got louder 44 • Not My Fault

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and louder. With keen interest, I got as close to them as I dared. I was afraid what they would do if they saw me with my camera. It was the lad who spotted me first. He was calmly eating an ice cream bar when he turned and saw me standing nearby with my camera in my hands. “Hey … who are you?” he asked. “And what are you doing?” “I’m Hank and I’m … I’m taking pictures of the lake,” I managed to say. “What’s your name?” “Ross,” he said. He looked me over carefully and grinned. He spread his legs and shamelessly teased me by placing his hand next to his luscious mound and brazenly rubbing it. I was in trouble. My cock instantly hardened inside my shorts and made a very embarrassing tent. Years of marriage had failed to cure me of my secret desires. If anything, they had only made my forbidden urges burn more intensely. It was impossible for me not to approach the lad. Before I realized it, I was standing so close to him I could smell his sweaty body and feel the heat of his hot muscles. “I get so horny on sunny days like this,” Ross said out of the blue. “What about you?” Before I could answer, the lusty boy handed me his ice cream and pulled his pants off revealing his tender privates. He stretched and proudly showed me what he had to offer before he fell to his knees and reached for my shoes. “What … what are you doing, boy?” I stammered. “I’m getting naked and showing you what I look like. Now it’s your turn. You have to get naked, too!” he said with a naughty laugh. I watched helplessly as the brash lad yanked off my shoes and my socks and then boldly undid my hiking shorts and pulled them down. I thought he would stop, but he put his hands on my swollen privates and after rubbing them in his fingers, he grabbed hold of my testicles, pulled them down to lower my hardened shaft, and put his lips to my inflamed head. I let out a gasp when his lips covered my sensitive glans and his moist tongue swirled around them, make me gasp. The hot sun quickly melted the ice cream bar and it dribbled down my arm and onto the boy’s bare butt. This certainly was not the boy’s first time doing something like this. His tongue was too skilled. His finger tips too knowledgeable about 46 • Not My Fault

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how to touch me. I looked over my shoulder at his family members playing volley ball near the house. Earlier when I had spied on them, just a few were nude, but now when I looked, I didn’t see anyone wearing clothes. I wondered just what sort of upbringing this lad was receiving. My mind filled with the most unimaginable fantasies as the boy swallowed the entire length of my trembling rod. 48 • Not My Fault

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“Ahhh,” I moaned when his lips touched the base of my shaft. He was pumping his steel-hard dick with his hands as he eagerly sucked me. I had no idea that these kind of things went on in our neck of the woods. I was about to shoot when the boy let go of my cock and leaned back. “You’re juicy for an old man,” he said with a devilish grin. “What do you know about old men?” I snapped. “Are you going to stop now?” The boy just giggled and hopped up onto the bench. My cock throbbed and ached. It had been years since I had last enjoyed a man’s tight ass, and now I was so worked up that it was the only thing that was going to satisfy me. I straddled the bench in front of the boy and told him, “You’re quite the tease, aren’t you? Look at what you’ve done.” I pointed to my inflamed cock. “You can’t just get an old man excited and leave him be,” I told the boy. I slipped my hand around his waist and felt his firm butt cheeks. Then as I looked him in the eye, I ran my fingers into his crack and felt his tight asshole. It was hot and moist with sweat. “Is this what you want, boy? You need me in here?” I asked as I poked his butt hole with my fingers. His eyes twinkled with glee and I put my hands on his shoulder and told him, “Get up, boy. Put your hands on that rock and show me your butt.” When I let go of him, he followed my orders and thrust his ass out in the air for me to grab. I nearly came when I spread his firm ass cheeks and saw his slit wink. I slapped my burning cockhead onto his pink slit and thrust my hips forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man glance our way. Was he the boy’s father or perhaps his uncle? As I thrust my cock all the way into the lad, I saw the man nudge another man and the two of them smiled as they watched me penetrate the lad. Their relaxed manner told me that this lad was no stranger to ass fucking. Just what kind of family was this? The boy let out a yelp when I thrust my cock all the way inside and ground my hips against his butt. “Is this what you want?” I cried out. The boy just let out a satisfying groan and then moaned, “Yeah, like that old man.” Not My Fault • 49

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As the other men watched, I pounded the boy’s ass hard. I reached under his thigh and grabbed his boner. It was throbbing and ready to fire. I squeezed the base of his shaft hard to prevent him from cumming until my balls exploded and filled his butt with cream. Then I let go of his shaft and torrents of young spunk spurted through his hard shaft. And all of this I blame on my wife for getting me that telephoto lens.

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A New Family Celebration by Brogan Hill I’ve always wanted to fuck my dad, but I knew it was best to keep that as a fantasy. I didn’t want to damage the good rapport we had. Every Friday night Dad and I would eat out at Tony’s Pizza and watch some game on TV. We never talked much about anything. You could say that he was the silent type, but you could feel his presence, even if he never said a word. Everyone noticed, too. How could you not? He was just over six feet tall, broad-shouldered with a hint of feathery fur that coated his back like wings. He had a slight, hairy belly from standing in the same place all day long in the butchery where he slaughtered cattle and aimed the machine blades to section off the carcasses before shipping them to the various grocery chains around the country. I couldn’t blame him for the silences he brought home. An hour with my dad at work was more than enough to make me go almost vegetarian, but after I turned away a hamburger he’d grilled, he said, “What the Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.” He was not a very religious man, but the way he said that made my entire body goose up. He understood my feelings, but he also understood that killing was sometimes necessary for life to go on. My mother died young, so it had always been just Dad and me. After a certain point, we began to lead separate lives. He went out with “the boys from work”, most of whom were long-married, and he always came home long after I’d gone to bed. I went to school with the children of my father’s work friends until I graduated from high school. I was the yearbook editor and the valedictorian of my class. The town we lived in wasn’t much to look at, but it was what I began to miss almost immediately when I went to college two hours away on a full four-year scholarship. The university town turned out to be too big, manic, and expensive. I missed having people on the sidewalk wave hello and say, “How you doin’, Sam?” instead of being ignored like just any other college student. Still, the mysterious adult bookstore on the other side of the university town piqued my curiosity. At first I was scared that people I knew would see me go into that place, but after a while, I figured out that most people didn’t care who went in. The walls were lined with cellophaned pornographic magazines featuring women and their huge breasts, grouped in trios for sale. Further down near the rear was the gay section where they showed frayed posters and full-color ads of 52 • A New Family Celebration

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muscular men with arms around each other, their cocks announcing more than just friendship. My cock went aflame instantly in my pants. I don’t know why, but it wasn’t really until the moment I saw those pictures that I realized I was queer. In high school, I had heard a lot about faggots and all that, but honestly, it’d never occurred to me that I might be gay. If I beat off, it was just purely for the physical sensation, but it was never directed at a specific person. I might be awfully smart in some areas, but I was really clueless in the human sexuality area. It was so embarrassing when I noticed a few men discreetly stroking themselves down there and staring at me with the most lascivious eyes. I left. Once I got to my dorm room from the bookstore, I went on the internet and googled “gay sex.” My cock went up again and again when I clicked on the plethora of links to the images that soon seared on my brain and along the veins of my cock’s undershaft. There was a picture in particular that got me off big time, and I couldn’t figure out just why until the second or third time I’d really looked. The picture showed an older man with a sharp crewcut and a hairy chest, standing naked with a soiled jockstrap pulled underneath his drooping balls and a glistening erection. His gray eyes beckoned me to savor his drenched pits as he held his hands behind his head. When I saw his body for the first time, I spontaneously combusted in my briefs. After I looked at it in a cooler state of mind, I realized that he reminded me of my dad. I knew it was wrong to want my father as a sex object, but he was all I ever thought about whenever I beat off. I began hunting down images of older men to beat off to. While many of them turned me on, no one had my dad’s silent charisma. Each time I talked with him on the phone, it became more and more difficult for me to maintain an even keel in my voice. I think he sensed how lonesome I was for him, but I’m sure that he didn’t realize why. He thought it was probably homesickness, but all I wanted to do was to be that boy on his knees, servicing his daddy. In this case, my daddy would be my own father. Nothing else could make me happier. I hunted on the Internet for free porn videos of older men having sex with younger men. I soon discovered Handjobs, and they had the hottest stories I’d ever seen. I couldn’t stop reading and rereading their stories. Who knew that there were others out there who’d appreciate A New Family Celebration • 53

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the hotness of gay incest and make it OK for me to beat off to such stories? After each time I came, I still ached to see Dad naked, and hold the cock that gave life to me. I wanted to make love to the man who raised me as his. The possible scenarios in which he’d initiate sex with me wouldn’t stop in my mind. Even though I had turned nineteen years old, I was very much Daddy’s boy. I wanted my father to kiss me and tell me how much he truly loved me, even though I’d never heard him say those three words in all the years we’d spent together in that small house just outside town. My grades soon hit a major slump from my unhealthy obsession. By Thanksgiving, I knew I had to do something. Considering that my four-year scholarship was dependent on my keeping a 3.5 GPA, I knew that if Dad threw me out of his house after I told him I was gay, I’d survive on my own if I had to. I had to stop this obsession once and for all, or I’d surely lose my scholarship. Dad and I had always celebrated Thanksgiving with a nice turkey dinner at Jim’s Supper Club on the other side of town. It was a bit fancy, I suppose, but it was always reliable. The same old, the same old, you know? But it wasn’t the same old when I arrived home that Wednesday. When I parked my old creaky car in the driveway, he came out of the house and lit up like Christmas lights when he saw who it was. “Sam! There you are!” My father seemed a little bit older than I’d realized; a slight gray seemed to have crept into his sideburns. Was it truly possible that a man could age so in a few months? He wore a t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. When we hugged, I nearly sobbed. He had no idea how much I loved him, how much I needed him. He saw the tears in my eyes. Then he did something so unlike him: he brought a finger to my face and wiped away the wetness. “I know, son.” I had no idea what he meant. For a minute, I froze. I mean, he could’ve said, “I understand,” but he said, “I know.” Did it mean that he knew about me? I still hadn’t had sex with a man yet. Given all that talk about sexually transmitted diseases out there, I felt rather afraid to have sex with anyone. I did cyber-chat with some men who wanted to role-play as my father online, but even though I’d cum in front of my computer, I 54 • A New Family Celebration

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felt a bit violated. I didn’t want just any stranger to pretend to be my dad, when I had one back home already. Still, I was lonely and desperate for Dad’s sensual affections, which I knew he’d never give. I knew he fucked a few women now and then over the years, but he never once talked about them. Some of them actually showed up drunk at our house, but he was never home. They giggled too coquettishly for their age, and I sent them all away. I never told him about them back then, and I don’t think he even cared. He never even talked about them, so why should I tell him? Anyway, I followed Dad into our house. The fact that the house was the same made me feel a little choked up. “I know this place isn’t as glitzy as your school and all that, but it’s home.” He seemed strangely apologetic. “Dad, what are you talking about? This place is home. I don’t want things to change. This place is perfect.” He inhaled for a moment. “You OK?” I asked. “What’s this I hear about you going to this … um … adult bookstore?” “What?” I stared at him. “Who told you that?” “A friend who works there. He called me about you.” “I don’t think I understand.” He exhaled. “He recognized you as my son, because I used to go there. A lot.” I saw a flicker of shame in his eyes. “You?” He nodded. “Sometimes I’d leave work and go straight up there and look for a dirty movie in those booths and beat off. Sometimes I’d let a guy suck me off. Can’t help it, son. But I don’t want you to end up like me.” I stared flabbergasted at him. Dad? Going into that place? I had been too afraid to stick my cock through those glory holes. All I knew was that while I stroked myself watching these blurry videos of men sucking and fucking, I wanted to save my first time for a special guy, if not my father. “Dad, I don’t think you need to be ashamed of being gay. I know I’m gay. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” “Oh, Sam. What did I do wrong? You’ll have such a hard life.” “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m very happy.” A New Family Celebration • 55

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“You absolutely sure that you’re gay?” A slight hiccup. “Have you ever done it? With a guy?” I shook my head no. “Wanted to wait for someone special.” Right there my cock went up in spite of myself, and I was so hoping that Dad wouldn’t get disgusted by seeing it tent out. I dared not to look down for fear of calling his attention to my crotch. “Kinda like when you get married?” I nodded. “You sure you’re happy. Being gay?” “Yes.” He sighed deeply and then went into the living room. I followed. He sat down in his favorite recliner. “You OK, Dad?” I didn’t dare sit down. “You’ve never done it with a guy, right?” I shook my head no. “But you want to some time, right?” “Dad, I have to tell you something. You might find it really disgusting, but I do really want to have my first time with someone I really, really love.” “Who’s that?” I pointed at him. He inhaled quietly. I could see the wheels in his brain turning – and the snaking bulge in his jeans. “I’m sorry, Dad, but I’m too damn horny.” With that, I unzipped my pants, pulled down my briefs and gripped my cock. “I just wanna beat off in front of you, Dad. I don’t care anymore, I just have to do this.” He shook his head. “No.” “What?” My breaths were getting short and heavy. His eyes taking in the sight of my cock slickened with gloppy precum made me leak even more. He stood up. He thrust his groin out a bit as he took off his t-shirt and revealed the gorgeous swirls of fur all over his chest. He began rubbing his pecs and tweaking his nipples. “Like what you see, son?” “Hell, yeah!” My cock was so close to cumming. “Don’t cum, son.” His voice took a lower timbre, which usually happened when he needed to discipline me. I let go of my cock, which was straining straight up at my father. He beckoned me closer. 56 • A New Family Celebration

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As I shucked off the rest of my clothes, I walked slowly, letting my bobbing cock leak all over the rug. He chuckled. “You know, you got a nice piece of meat there, son.” “Thanks, Dad. It’s all yours, you know.” “You sure about that, kiddo?” He unbuttoned his 501’s and pushed them down. He was wearing a piss-clotted jockstrap. His bulbous cock stood out at the side. He was leaking a lot more. And I thought I was bad! His right leg was dripping with rivulets of precum. “Dad.” It was a hoarse whisper. “I know, son.” “That’s what you meant, didn’t you?” He nodded and pulled down his jockstrap. His cock sprung up, prouder than the angry bull that occasionally rattled the pens outside the butchery. His balls hung truly low, hairy and covered with sweat. His musk assaulted my nostrils. He turned around, purposely showing off the furry contours of his round ass and the wiry hole tucked inside his crack, as he kicked off his boots and jeans. His eyes glowed when he saw how my cock kept straining not to cum while dripping so much precum. Without another word he knelt down and slipped my cock into his mouth. I couldn’t believe the dreamlike sensation of my father’s tongue licking and pulsating under my shaft. Not even ten seconds later, I bucked and shot streams of cum down his throat. He gripped my ass and wouldn’t dare let me go, still swallowing and licking me clean until I was at last soft. He finally looked up at me. “I’m so damn proud of you – more than you’ll ever know.” “Thanks, Dad.” “There are some days I can’t believe I made you.” I beckoned him up to his feet. His cock was a raging purple. I knelt down before him and licked tentatively at his head. I could barely swallow it. “Just relax, son. It won’t hurt ya.” I tried to relax my mouth muscles. Before I knew it, I had half of Dad’s cock down my throat. Who knew a man could taste so sweet? He couldn’t control himself either and shot immediately into my mouth. He kept his hands firmly on the back of my head as he groaned loudly from the bottom of his guts and bucked furiously into my mouth. I nearly gagged from the amount of his musky cum, but I wouldn’t dare lose a single pearl of his. A New Family Celebration • 57

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When he finally went soft, I reluctantly let go of his fat cock and stood up. My father cupped my face with his thick hands. There was a new lightness to his eyes that I’d never seen before. He brought my face to his for a full-frontal kiss, then we wrestled tongues. It was the most electrifying kiss of my life, the one I’d been waiting for all this time, as our cum in our mouths mingled back and forth like the common blood in our bodies. When he finally let go, he stared deeply into my eyes. “I love you, Sam.” 58 • A New Family Celebration

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I sobbed against his furry chest as he caressed my back. I felt so small and safe in those massive arms that had killed so many cattle in order to put food on the table. Later that night he rimmed me and entered me with his cock, first slowly, then furiously. His calloused hands gripped the smoothness of my hips from behind as he cooed, “My son; my beautiful son.” My first time was rather painful, but it was nothing compared to the massive love I felt for him. In time, I learned to ache for that sensation of his fullness in my ass, and I came whenever he came. I wanted to make him happier after a lifetime of toiling at such a thankless job in order to provide for my own happiness growing up. After he came that first time in my ass, I was surprised when he fell onto his bed and lifted his legs. “Fuck me, Sam. A son should always fuck his dad.” After I rimmed the honey sweat off his hole, I couldn’t believe how buttery it felt around my quaking cock. I couldn’t stop fucking him – and hard! And he wanted it harder. I slammed brutally out of lust for the most handsome man in my life. He swore how much he loved his boy’s cock pounding his ass, how much his ass needed my spunk, and how much he couldn’t wait to fuck his son again. When he felt my eruption explode inside his ass, he spewed upward onto my face, which he promptly licked off and fed to me by tongue. Needless to say, we never made it to Joe’s Supper Club for our usual Thanksgiving dinner the next day. Our new family celebration was far better!

Dad’s Surprise by Vince When Dad first started fucking me, I was really tight back there. The first time, it took him nearly all night to get me relaxed enough to get his cock up inside me. He did everything possible to get my hole to relax. Dad and I had been messing around for a few weeks, and when he planned to take my cherry, he told Mom that he and I were going to go away for the weekend on a hiking trip. Mom was never one for the great outdoors, so he knew we wouldn’t have to worry about her wanting to come along. In reality, Dad had booked a motel room in a Dad’s Surprise • 59

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town about sixty miles away from home, and we lost no time getting there and checking in to our room. Dad had explained to me about butt fucking, and I was a little nervous. I had seen how big his rod was, and I just wasn’t sure it was possible for something that size to fit up my asshole. But he was very reassuring and honest with me about everything. He told me he’d take his time and he’d stop whenever I asked him to. He also told me that it probably would hurt somewhat the first time, but if I was able to withstand the little bit of pain, I would experience a whole lot of pleasure in return. He had brought along a six pack of beer, and said that I could have one if I wanted. He told me it would probably help relax me a little bit. He tossed me one and disappeared into the bathroom while I drank it. I soon heard the water running in the shower. I had just finished my beer, and Dad had been right; I did feel a little more at ease. I went into the bathroom to see my father standing naked by the open shower curtain with a rock-hard erection. It was a sight that caused my own dick to start to stiffen in my pants. “Why don’t you get those clothes off and join Daddy in a nice, warm shower, Vince?” he said. In less than a minute, I was standing under the warm spray in my father’s arms. His mouth found mine, and his tongue slipped past my lips as his hands ran all over my body. Soon, they found their way to my asscheeks. Dad pulled them apart and let the soothing water run down my crack and over my virgin hole. Then he took one of his fingers and began to rub it across my tight pucker. I shuddered in his arms, bit my lower lip and let out a happy moan. “See?” Dad said. “You can feel all kinds of pleasure back there. Do you think you can take one of Daddy’s fingers?” I nodded silently as Dad soaped his index finger and slid it up inside me with a pop. I let out a gasp of surprise, but then as I realized how good his finger actually felt inside me, I pressed back against it. Dad gave a low chuckle and said, “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.” After we finished up in the shower, Dad led me to the bed. He told me to like on my stomach and to try to relax. Then I heard him rummaging around in his suitcase. He pulled out a jar of Vaseline and placed it on the nightstand where it would be in easy reach. 60 • Dad’s Surprise

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Then he crawled between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on my butt cheeks as he parted them with his hands and gently kissed my hole. I felt his tongue working up inside me. It was a strange sensation, but I quickly grew to like it, and pushed my butt back into Dad’s face. Soon he reached for the Vaseline and began thickly coating my hole with it. I felt one finger slide back inside me, then Dad tried a second one. It wasn’t as easy to take as the first one, but I tried my best to relax and open up. After fingering my butt for a few minutes, Dad pulled out and lay down on top of me. I could feel his hardness nestled between my asscheeks. “You ready?” he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my back. I nodded, and he positioned the head of his cock against my greasy hole. “You’ll instinctively want to clamp down, but fight it. Try to push out instead.” I tried to do as he said as he pushed forward a little. I could feel the tip of his cock starting to enter me, but it wouldn’t pop in. Dad spent the next hour or so slowly teasing my hole open with his hard cock. When he finally slipped past my tight sphincter, I was in heaven. I had become so involved in opening up for him, that I had completely forgotten about any pain. Once Dad was inside me and fucking my cherry ass, I was in ecstasy. That weekend, Dad must have pumped four or five loads up my butt and set me on my way to becoming obsessed with getting my hole stuffed. Within the next few months, I discovered that not only did I love it when Dad fucked me with his big cock, but I also wanted even bigger things shoved up my ass. Dad was more than happy to accommodate me with various outsized butt plugs and dildos. He told me that fucking my butt was still his first love, but he also loved to watch me take a really thick rubber cock or a fat plug up my hole almost as much. And that must have been what led to my surprise. It was coming up on the one year anniversary of Dad taking my virginity, and he told me he had something special cooked up for me. We pulled the old hiking trip story on Mom again, and we were off back to the motel where everything had taken place the year before. But this time, when we pulled into the parking lot at the motel, Dad made me cover my eyes and promise not to open them until he said so. He led me into the room, and slowly stripped me naked. I was hard as a rock, and could feel Dad’s stiff cock poking against me. Dad’s Surprise • 61

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I couldn’t imagine what he had up his sleeve, but if I knew Dad, it was going to be something really good! After what seemed like an eternity, he gave me permission to open my eyes. At first I blinked in disbelief – we hadn’t been alone in the motel room when he stripped me. There, lying on the bed naked, was one of Dad’s best work buddies, Mr. Boland. And he had the biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen. It was even bigger than the dildos that Dad and I had played with. I was completely taken aback. All I could say was, “Wow!” 62 • Dad’s Surprise

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“Like your surprise, son?” Dad asked. “I explained to Joe how You like getting your hole stuffed, and he agreed to help me arrange this little surprise party for you. Go get it, boy!” He slapped me on the ass and gave me a little shove in the direction of Mr. Boland. As I crawled up on the bed, I turned to Dad and asked, “Will you help me, Daddy? Mr. Boland’s cock is awfully huge!” “Sure, son,” he said as he pulled out a fresh jar of Vaseline. “Go ahead and get your little hole up against Joe’s cock. Daddy’ll help you open up and take it all.” I squatted over that big, thick monster and looked down at Mr. Boland. He looked back up at me and gave me a smile. “Don’t worry, Vince,” he said. “Just take your time lowering yourself onto it. We got plenty of time to fuck.” Behind me, I felt Dad tapping Mr. Boland’s rod against my hole. Then I felt the familiar sensation of his tongue against my hole. I immediately began to relax, knowing that I was in good hands. I heard the lid of the Vaseline jar popping off, then felt the cool, slippery sensation as Dad began to grease my hole and Mr. Boland’s rod. Again, he placed the fat cockhead against my hole. “Just take it easy, son,” he said. “Start lowering yourself down whenever you’re ready.” I pushed down a little bit and felt my hole open wide over Mr. Boland’s meaty head. I pushed a little more. I was stretched more than I had ever been stretched before. “Oooh, yeah, baby,” Dad said. “Open up. Take that big cock for Daddy.” I pushed down a little more. Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead. I grunted and pushed a little more. The big mushroomshaped head popped inside me and I slid all the way down Mr. Boland’s shaft until I could feel his pubic hair tickling my ass. “How does that feel, son? You OK?” Dad asked. “Yeah, I’m OK, but it feels like I’m a virgin again,” I joked. Then I started sliding up and down on the big cock inside me. It felt great to be stuffed so full. I looked down at Mr. Boland and said, “Fuck me,” as I felt Dad’s hand roaming over my asscheeks and exploring where my hole connected to Mr. Boland’s cock. “Fuck,” he sighed. “Wish you could see this, Joe. You got my boy’s ass stretched to the max.” Underneath me, Mr. Boland grunted, “Don’t need to see it, Dave; I can feel it!” Dad’s Surprise • 63

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I rode that cock to the best of my ability, and when I noticed that Mr. Boland was getting ready to shoot, I began to feel my own balls starting to churn. No sooner had he moaned out, “Oh … SHIT!” than I felt my insides being whitewashed with his goo. I immediately started spewing my own load, and as I did, I could feels Dad’s spunk splashing against my back and shoulders. All three of us had shot simultaneously! We spent the rest of the weekend in that motel room with me getting fucked and sucking cock in every conceivable combination. Dad and Mr. Boland even both tried to fuck me at the same time, but there was no way I was ready for that – at least, not yet. On the way home, Dad asked if I had had a good time. “It was the best surprise ever, Dad!” I told him.

Just One Bed by Peter Not too long ago my parents separated, so my dad moved in with his father and I stayed home with my mom. Eventually I convinced her to let me visit them, but what happened might surprise you. “Finally,” I shouted running up the path to my dad and grandpa’s place. Dad gave me a big hug and kissed me. Grandpa was equally generous. My body felt sensations I had never ever felt before. I was shocked. Even my cock began to stiffen. “See how you’ve grown,” Grandpa admired me. I’d been working out! Both Dad and Grandpa seemed so big and strong while I was growing up. They looked amazingly fit now. The high mountain air and all their hard work had been paying off. Funny thing about the house, though. After I had a look around, I realized there was only one bedroom and just one bed. That seemed strange. But then again, this was an old rural farmhouse and really quite small, and they lived in a really secluded place and were family. I recalled that Grandpa had told me he slept in the same bed with his two older brothers for years while he was growing up. So my questions simply drifted away until …. “Where am I to sleep?” I asked. “You can sleep on the couch,” Grandpa offered pointing to the lumpy old thing. “Or you can sleep with us,” Dad said easily. He was so matter of fact, I was really quite surprised. That seemed curious. With all this 64 • Just One Bed

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land around the house, I knew they weren’t poor. Immediately, I was aroused about my dad and Grandpa. This was getting interesting. After a really filling dinner we took a long walk around the mountainside, and by the time we returned home, I could have gone straight to bed. I was a bit sleepy, but my eyes were wide awake when by the glow of the fireplace we all began to undress. I didn’t want to tell them that men had begun to interest me, or that with each bit of clothing they stripped off, I couldn’t take my eyes off their bodies. They may have seemed very natural and relaxed but my father and his father were truly exceptional looking men, and my young hardon was giving all my secrets away. It was tenting out my underwear really obscenely. It was rather obvious. Even if there was a chill outside, inside it was really hot, or maybe I was just burning up from my excitement and embarrassment. Grandfather didn’t stop with his underwear. He stripped totally naked. He was so well built I never would have guessed his age. By now I was worried my cock would simply slip right out of my fly. My dad wasn’t any less shy, for he stripped bare-ass naked, too! That’s when my cock really started to throb. My dad was a hunk! He easily flashed a smile my way then looked at me still partially dressed as if it was quite strange. “Isn’t the fire hot enough for you, Marc?” he asked with a quizzical look on his face. “Seems plenty hot in here to me, don’t you think so, Dad?” he turned, winking at his father while pulling the last of his clothes off. I slipped my underwear down my thighs defying my now raging hardon and watched Grandpa’s eyes grow as he grinned, “Oh, it’s perfectly hot in here now,” his voice rose and he slid into one side of the bed. I swear dewy precum was dripping from my slit and I’m sure they noticed every moist drop. Dad swatted me on the ass just like he used to do with a big cracking smack. My asscheeks must have instantly turned a bright red and glowed. They looked at me as if I was a cherry pie. So I landed my ass right in the middle of the bed. Dad followed with his big dick growing, his body filling up the other side opposite Grandpa. This left me sandwiched in between. I knew my dad was well hung, and I had just seen where he got it from, but I’d never seen my dad with a hardon before, and I swore that was a hardon that just got into bed with me. In fact, I swear it was raging. Looked really tasty, too. And Just One Bed • 65

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the tent our blanket made above Grandpa’s crotch told me there were three roaring woodies in bed that night – and nobody had said a word about girls. The fire in the fireplace was still bright enough to light up the room and while Dad and Grandpa settled on either side of me, I looked around at my situation. I was alone in bed with my dad and Grandpa; two really handsome men, who I hadn’t seen in ages, and I was way too attracted to them. With vivid fantasies running across my mind, I saw our dicks exploding all over the place with gobs of cum flying everywhere, especially when I felt their bodies rub up against mine. I couldn’t help but think wicked thoughts. Even though they seemed to be relaxing into a deep sleep, my body was going nuts all over the place. Then I felt their hands on my body. It was as if they were massaging me. Maybe they were massaging me. I began fantasizing about having the hottest sex with them, but I quickly dismissed it. Even as I lay still, I felt these incredible sensations racing across every inch of me. I was tingling all over. I began to feel their manly, hairy thighs rub up and down against mine, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, it felt so good. I slowly turned my head to one side, and with his eyes closed, my father kissed me, “Good night, son.” I was out of my mind and was nearly out of control. So I quickly turned my head the other way, but then, with one hand placed tightly behind my head, my grandfather kissed me moistly on the lips, “Good night, Marc,” and I kissed him back. My tongue reached far into his mouth and I kissed him passionately. I didn’t care how many years older he was than me, the attraction was incredible. Grandpa’s other hand slipped easily around my waist, and he pulled me quickly towards him. He held me seriously tight while my cock, now fully erect and bursting, ran right up his hard muscled abs. His hardon slid alongside mine, and they pulsed together, raising my temperature further. I was sweating from every pore. I swear I felt something sticky, and realized our cockheads were seeping gobs of precum practically gluing us together. I was so embarrassed I quickly turned my back to Grandpa, but I landed squarely in my father’s arms and he hugged me tight, too. He had me bury my face in his neck and nuzzle there, feeling his sensual chest hairs brush up against my face. So I breathed in. Boy, did he smell good. 66 • Just One Bed

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Slowly I looked up at him, and seeing his eyes now wide and shining down at me, I took a gulp and bravely asked, “Can we do this some more?” He kissed me for his answer even more passionately. In an instant I kissed him back hungrily, practically throwing myself at him, running my arms around his hot, sweaty, muscled body and grabbing his firm clenched asscheeks in my hands. I squeezed them and moaned, and he moaned and Grandpa moaned, running his cock between my legs and under my sensitive balls. I felt Grandpa’s massive chest up against my back while my father’s great hairy body ran up all over my front. My cock throbbed even faster. I turned tail and leapt for the footboard and found myself face-to-face, so to speak, with their hard cocks, bushy pubic hair, and big bulging balls! Grandpa buried his face in my crotch while Dad buried his nose in my butt. While Grandpa swallowed my cock, his nose between my balls, Dad stuck his tongue up my ass and played around inside. I had never ever been reamed out before. The sensations had me grabbing for the edge of the mattress. I held on tight I was so blown away. The blowjob Grandpa gave me sent chills up my spine. I was totally blitzed, my body sprawled all over the bed. Grandfather sucked me off, slurping as Dad boldly rimmed me. His tongue reached so far up my chute it felt like I was getting fucked. Suddenly, Grandpa’s big prick slapped hard across my face. I wanted to suck his cock so much that I grabbed it in my greedy hands and devoured it. Grandpa’s cock tasted so good, I’ll never forget it. I slobbered over every inch of it till my spit made it shine. I squeezed the living daylights out of his joint and sucked like I’d never ever get the chance to do it again. Only now I knew I’d get to swing on his prick a whole lot more. He was going ape. With Dad’s tongue flying up and down my sweaty crack and deep into my open hole, and Grandpa’s tongue going nuts over every inch of my hot cock, I was getting closer and closer …. But then I flipped around. I just knew I had to suck Daddy’s huge, heavy cock before I shot my load. I would have liked to have licked it slowly and explored each and every inch of his impressive manmeat and tasted every bit of it, but I impulsively took the whole damn thing down my throat and started sucking on that fat monster with my nose buried far into his curly pubic hair like a raving lunatic. Just One Bed • 67

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Then at last I slowed down and took the time to tongue everywhere, “… like a good boy,” Dad said. Nothing tasted better than my daddy’s dick. And with Grandpa sucking gently on my balls, I could feel my young cum building. After I sucked my father off till he nearly came, I lay back to catch my breath, only to have their two cockheads fill my mouth to overflowing. They got right up on their knees, and I looked straight up their hot bodies. They were all lit up by the light from the fireplace as I watched them stuff their huge cocks down my throat. Dad pulled my soft balls tight, then tickled them as Grandpa jerked me off. I laughed and squirmed it felt so wild. Grandpa slowly fingered my pouting asshole as Daddy jerked my cock fast. I pinched their tempting nipples until we were each flying in all directions. I was humping up off that bed about to shoot at the headboard and cover the damn thing with my spunk. They easily sank their balls in my mouth, stuffing it full. First Dad then Grandpa, then Dad again as I jerked their joints. I watched in awe as they leaned in and kissed each other like lovers. It suddenly dawned on me. Dad and Mom separated – Dad moved in with Grandpa – and there’s only one bed! Gradually they began jerking each other off, bouncing the bed. Then they started jerking me off double-fisted. Watching their big balls fly and bounce off each other was a trip. I was getting higher and higher and, “Damn, I’m going to shoot!” I shouted out loud and clear as they started to cum. “I’m cumming, Oh, fuck. I’m going off,” Daddy yelled, spraying a load from his bursting rod at Grandpa’s great heaving chest. I watched it fly and drip right into Grandpa’s pubic hair. Dad’s cum was everywhere. “OHHHHHH!” is all I heard from Grandpa in one long continuous groan. His jizz covered Daddy’s hairy chest and clung to his nipples then dripped onto their tools. Grandpa’s fist was covered with Dad’s cum. You should have seen how satisfied he looked when he licked it from his hand, and it dripped from his lips. My cum flew up my chest and reached their balls still dangling perilously above my mouth. So, of course, as I recovered I licked them, savoring the salty taste. We fell back exhausted onto the bed. I fell off into a dreamy sleep and slept for quite a while until I became aware of Grandpa licking my ass. Dad was nuzzling in my crotch, kissing my soft dick and empty balls, but my dick wasn’t soft for long. All this 68 • Just One Bed

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tongue action was getting me all excited again. With Dad’s big dick rolling around all over my face and Grandpa’s tongue making hay with my open ass, my cock began to grow again until it was throbbing hard, and I rose to my knees. There were fingers at my ass in no time, touching it, toying with it, and stretching it wide. Oh, how it must have looked – all young and pink. 69ing with Dad was a dream and having my ass rimmed made me delirious. It wasn’t long before I was on my hands and knees with Grandpa plunging not one, or even two, but three insistent fingers up my tight anxious young hole. I could hardly keep Dad’s big dick in my moist mouth. The feeling at my hole was driving me crazy. Absolutely crazy. If they had stuck a butt plug up my hole and made me wear it all day I couldn’t have been happier. I was everywhere all around and up inside Dad’s hairy hole. I licked his wrinkled hole for so long I think he got close to creaming again, and my dad must have been glued to my hole. Then Grandpa stepped in. With a little lube from a tube, he generously greased up my pucker and rammed into me. His huge cockhead penetrated my hot hole, forcing me wide open and getting such a gasp out of me, I think all the wildlife on the mountain must have heard it. I was getting fucked by my Grandpa while getting sucked by my father, and I hoped it would never end. Grandpa’s monster cock was long and thick! Grandpa’s dick defined huge. In and out of me he drove with such force I nearly choked my dad with my cock. And sucking him off was great! Tastiest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. My ass was clutching at Grandpa’s dick, getting the greatest groans out of him. Boy, was he going to cum. Dad was moaning insanely, too. That bed squeaked and rocked and suddenly didn’t feel so big. We were all over it. The sheets went flying, and so did we. I was screwed so hard for so long I nearly shot my load down Dad’s hungry throat. I know he would have swallowed every drop of it. Before he blew, Grandpa wanted me to suck him off, and Dad wanted to fuck my ass. On my back, lifting my legs way over my head, Dad drove his huge knob past my pouting red hole, deep into my clutching chute and nearly screwed me to the mattress. He screwed me for so long I almost passed out from the thrill of it. Being fucked by my dad, feeling his hard cock up my ass, and watching his face sweat and strain could have brought me off twice if he hadn’t slowed down and given me a rest. But then he was at it again, letting my Just One Bed • 69

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insides grip his dick and massage the hell out of it. He told me it was the best fuck he ever threw. And when I was so far gone, when I had used every ounce of strength I had, we all raced to cum. I was now licking every inch of Grandpa’s crotch as he jerked off over me. Dad was pounding away at me, rising off the bed. And every one of us seemed to be jerking me off. “I’m cumming, Daddy, Grandpa!” I shouted first. “Me, too. Drink my spunk, boy!” Grandpa fisted his meat and pointed it straight down my throat. “Oh, you’re bringing me off,” Dad moaned, giving it up. Then he went off. Man, how he hosed the inside of me, one hot, striking stream after another. So much thick creamy Daddy cum I was floating in it. Grandpa’s tasty spunk came on strong, too, a gallon of it. I swallowed all I could, then shared it in a three-way kiss. Our lips were gooey slick with cum. I’ll never forget it.

A Visit with Uncle Charlie by David Robison I was getting one of those funny feelings again. Mom and Dad were really religious, and didn’t like me to talk about them, but that didn’t stop me from having them. In fact, it kind of made it worse. I was feeling all tingly like I wanted to touch myself “down there”, but I knew it was wrong. The problem was, if Mom and Dad wouldn’t talk about it, I couldn’t find out how to make it stop. That’s when I got the idea to go visit Uncle Charlie. He was Mom’s brother, and she always referred to him as the black sheep of the family. She said he never went to church, and “God only knows what goes on in that building of his.” Uncle Charlie was the superintendent and manager of an apartment building on the south end of town. I had only been there once or twice, and I knew Mom would have a fit if she knew I was on my way to Uncle Charlie’s to talk about how my thing was getting hard all the time. But that was what I had decided to do, so I told Mom and Dad I was on my way to the library, then I hopped on my bike and headed south. When I got to the apartment building, I had to search around for Uncle Charlie. I finally found him in the basement tightening some pipes. He looked down from the ladder he was on and said, “Well, look who’s here. Davey! What a surprise!” 70 • A Visit with Uncle Charlie

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“Hi, Uncle Charlie,” I said. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.” “Sure, sport,” he answered. “What’s on your mind?” “Well … it’s kinda personal.” “OK. I’m almost done here. Let me finish up, then we can go up to my place.” As I stood watching Uncle Charlie finish working on the plumbing, I noticed that there was a big bulge in the tight jeans he wore. I had been noticing the same thing about a lot of guys at school – and even some of my teachers. It only made my problem worse. When we got upstairs to my uncle’s apartment, he said, “Now, Davey, what’s bothering you. Are you in some sort of trouble you don’t want your parents to know about?” “Not exactly,” I said as I took a seat on his couch. He disappeared into the kitchen and handed me a Coke when he came back into the living room. “Then what’s wrong?” “Well … do you ever get funny feelings, you know, down there?” “Down there?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “You know, where you pee.” A smile crossed his face. “Well, I can see why you didn’t want to ask your parents about this. Sure, son. All men get those feelings. It feels kind of electric and tingling, right?” “Uh-huh” “And your dong gets hard, maybe your balls kind of pull up to the base of it?” “Yeah!” I said. “That’s it exactly.” “Well, there’s nothing wrong with you, if that’s what you’re worried about. That happens to all guys. Especially at your age. That just means you’re body’s wanting to have sex. Do you ever play with it when it gets hard?” “I try not to … but sometimes I do.” “Well, I’d advise you to play with it more often.” He grabbed the bulge in his crotch and shook it for emphasis. “A man’s cock is his best friend, and you shouldn’t ignore your best friend, now should you?” “No, I guess not,” I said shyly. “Is yours stiff right now?” he asked. I blushed bright red and nodded. “Well, mine’s gettin’ that way to. Look, Davey, it’s just us guys here right now. Why don’t we take our best friends out and give ’em a little A Visit with Uncle Charlie • 71

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