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You fucker! ¡Cabrón!

How the fuck was I supposed to know? You’re not firing me! I QUIT! ¿Cómo carajos iba a saberlo? ¡No me despides! ¡YO RENUNCIO!

Go away and never come back, you son of a bitch! ¡Lárgate y no vuelvas, hijo de puta!! Everything alright, gentlemen? ¿Todo bien, caballeros?

Just great! ¡De maravilla!

Hey, sir! You dropped this! Sir!

¡Oiga, señor! ¡Se le cayó esto! ¡Señor!

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Sir? Are you OK? ¿Señor? ¿Está usted bien?

If anyone asks me that question again, I’ll fuck him so hard that...! ¡Si alguien vuelve a preguntar eso, me lo voy a chingar tan duro que...! Oh, THIS! Sorry, my boy. I must have lost it when that fucker… ¡Ah, ESTO! Disculpa, amiguito. Debí perderlo cuando ese pendejo...

How can I reward you? Come on in! I can make some cocoa in a minute. ¿Cómo recompensarte? ¡Entra! Haré chocolate en un santiamén.

It’s not necessary, I... I insist! No es ¡Insisto! necesario, yo...

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You saw it all, right? I found a job in that shithole playing Santa, but the owner never liked me at all. Lo viste todo, ¿verdad? Me dieron trabajo como Papá Noel en ese pinche lugar, pero al dueño nunca le caí bien.

Well, he caught me jacking off in the janitor’s room, but it was my lunch time. Bueno, me pescó jalándomela en el cuarto de servicio, pero era mi hora del almuerzo.

He also noticed I fucked a lot of the customers, and yesterday his wife came in to shop. But he didn’t have a problem with that either! También se dio cuenta que me cogía a las clientas, y ayer su esposa fue a comprar ahí. ¡Pero no hubo bronca por eso!

They were divorcing already. De todos modos ya se estaban divorciando.

But today...! ¡Pero hoy…!

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I never saw him so pissed off! ¡Nunca lo vi tan encabronado!

He hired a elf, and well... he didn’t even tell me he was his son, let alone that he was banging him on a regular basis, so...! Contrató a un duende y bueno... Nunca mencionó que fuese su hijo, ¡y menos que se lo anduviera cogiendo, así que…!

Wow, mister, you’re horny! ¡Guau, Señor sí que es Ud. calenturiento!

Maybe if I fucked my boss I’d still work there. But… Quizá si hubiera chingado al jefe seguiría ahí. Pero…

I wouldn’t have met you.

No te hubiera conocido a ti.

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OH, YES... Suck on that fat, black sausage, boy! ESO... ¡Chupa ese chorizo negro y gordo, chamaco!

That little package is something I was going to give to someone special tonight! But after I got fired, and after getting this fine piece of ass ’round my cock, I’m not so sure I want to!

Hmm… you talk about ME being horny? What about THIS? Yum... Mmm... ¿que YO soy calenturiento? ¿Y qué dices de ESTO? Mmm...

¡En el estuche hay algo que le daría a alguien especial esta noche! Pero luego de mi despido y este estupendo CULO alrededor de mi verga, ¡ya no estoy tan seguro!

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Mr. Handcock banged me until his tapioca flooded my throat. El Sr. Vergara me jodió hasta que sus mocos llenaron mi garganta.

He proposed to his fiancée that night. I was invited to the ceremony, and now he’s working somewhere else. We see each other every third day, and yes, sometimes I play elf! Esa noche le pidió matrimonio a su novia. Me invitó a la boda y ya está trabajando en otra parte. Nos vemos cada tercer día, y sí, ¡a veces me disfrazo de duende!

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California Rest Stop by Brian C. The drive was getting long. And boring. I was trying to make it all the way from my sister’s in Seattle back to my place in Fresno in one day. It was dark already, and I wasn’t even close to getting home. What was I thinking? At least for most of the day, the scenery had been decent. Now it was just flat. I had to keep my mind awake, so I started fantasizing about my brother-in-law again. Short but stocky, my sister’s husband was a real man’s man. He watched football all the time. He still played rugby on the weekend with his buddies and usually outdid all of them, even the younger studs. Having sired five sons in less than eight years, I knew he was quite the stud himself in the bedroom, too. During my visit, I swear he had made a point of finding reasons to parade himself half naked into the basement, where my makeshift bedroom was. One morning before work, he needed some clean socks, so he came marching down the stairs in nothing but his boxers. His thick, barrel chest preceded him by a mile. He kept looking over at me, but I acted like I was still asleep. I kept one eye cracked to watch him in his search, though, and admired his solid bulk as he pretended to look for something. The next morning he came bounding down again, this time because they had blown a fuse somewhere upstairs. The fuse box was behind my bed, so he had to climb over me to get to it. Again, wearing nothing but his boxers, he straddled my bed. As he stood over me fiddling with the fuses, I lay there staring up his shorts. I saw the head of a thick, stout cock and large, almost hairless balls staring back at me. Instantly hard, I barely breathed for fear he’d catch me looking at his manparts. He climbed down, smiled and said, “Well, I didn’t really see what I was looking for, but I think you did.” I turned bright red and bluffed, “What …? What are you talking about?” He just winked and went upstairs, scratching at his crotch as he went. This morning he came down again. This time it was to get me up for my long drive home. He had been a wrestler in college, and he quietly approached me while I was still asleep. He was able to pin my hands and sit on my stomach all in one quick move. I jerked awake California Rest Stop • 13

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to his massive frame both crushing me and towering over me. For a moment I tried to fight him off. But that turned out to be a joke; the guy felt like a tank parked on top of me. Immovable, impenetrable, unflinching. He looked down at me and smiled again. For a moment, time froze as I was mesmerized by his powerful stance and drawn to his natural masculinity. Then I couldn’t help it. My erection betrayed me. He had to have felt it growing under him. I tried to look away, but he just laughed and scrambled off of me. “I was going to say, ‘Time to get up,’ but it looks like you already are up!” He glanced at my crotch, winked at me, and turned to go upstairs. Just thinking about him in those boxers was giving me a woody again. I mean, I knew nothing would ever happen with him – he was my sister’s husband – but I did like to imagine what could happen with such a stud. Momentarily, I was jealous of my sister. I mean, really, what would it be like to have a real man make love to you? Just then I saw the sign: Rest Area 2 miles. Thinking about my hot, hunky brother-in-law had gotten to be too much for me. My cock was hard and dripping, and my nuts felt like they were going to explode. I had to unload! The rest area was in the middle of nowhere. I pulled into a parking spot, walked inside the men’s room, and noticed one guy at the urinal pissing. I needed some privacy, so I went to the second of two stalls. As I passed the first one, which was occupied, I sneaked a peak between the door and the partition at the guy in there. I was shocked to see an older guy with his face pressed up against the partition, apparently looking through a hole at the other guy taking a piss. And he was playing with himself. Right there in the stall, he was jacking his boner. I quickly scrambled into the other stall. I had heard of guys doing stuff in bathrooms before, but I never thought it really happened! There was a large hole in the wall between the Peeping Tom and me. I was mesmerized by it and didn’t move for several minutes. When I had gathered my courage, I started to shift my weight on the seat so I could peak in at him. Apparently the pisser had left, as Peeping Tom was now looking at me through that hole! Too scared to leave, too scared to move, and too scared to do anything else, I just froze. 14 • California Rest Stop

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“Put it through,” he whispered. I knew what he meant, but I was terrified. The headline “College Boy Gets Dick Cut Off in Men’s Room” flashed through my mind. “I’m too scared,” I whispered back. After a bit of negotiating, this kind, cock-hungry older man insisted he was not after anything more devious than a load of young spunk. He proved his trustworthiness by even passing his driver license through the hole so I could take down his info “just in case.” I couldn’t see straight to write a thing, but pretended to do so just to keep him honest. Finally I relented. I stood on wobbly knees. I placed my semi-erect penis through the hole in the wall. I felt his fingers touch it, grasp it. And then it happened – the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt in my life. He put his mouth on me. I had messed around with buddies before, giving each other hand jobs, but never anything oral. This was my first blow job. I lost all sense of where my cock ended and his mouth started. Soon I couldn’t even tell where my body ended and the wall between us started. I felt like I was passing out without passing out. After only a few moments, I felt the surge begin. It gathered momentum as quickly as a major avalanche does. Soon my entire being was engulfed in a tide that was about to sweep me away. I almost fainted as I spewed my young manhood – hell, my very being – into this kind man’s waiting, inviting, welcoming, loving throat. Never had I felt such intimacy with anyone than I did at that moment with my body plastered against a wall, sharing this most private moment with an unknown, unseen man. I gave myself to him, entirely and completely. Spent, I almost collapsed on the floor. And then immediately I was overcome with guilt. I quickly jumped up and went to the sink to wash myself of my latest transgression … but lust overcame guilt and I quickly walked back to the stall and whispered in a tone I probably hadn’t used since I was about ten years old, “That was so great … would you do that again, please, sir?” My already throbbing erection went through the hole in the wall for a second time. Again the warm pleasure that only a loving older man’s mouth can give enveloped my young manhood. And again I was lost in the tide that swept over me. I willed my entire body to fit through that small opening and be swallowed whole by my new California Rest Stop • 15

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lover’s tender draw. Once more, my thick cock erupted in spasm after spasm as I fed him my youth. Then the guilt returned. This time I made it as far as my car before I turned on a dime and went back in for more. This time I didn’t even ask. I marched into the stall, yanked my jeans down, and shoved my raging hardness through the hole. My stiff, angry cock was now demanding service. Yes! I thought, This is what it is to be a MAN! Shove my cock in the hole and have a cocksucker service me! I felt that way for all of three seconds. As soon as his warm, gentle mouth closed over my masculinity, I melted. It dawned on me that his mouth controlled me, not the other way around. I submitted to his gentle service. He took me on his terms, just as he had twice prior. He pulled another load from me, and this time I was conscious enough to realize that he triggered it when he was good and ready. It had nothing to do with me going beyond a point of no return. It had everything to do with him taking me there when he chose. Drained, I fell back onto the toilet seat exhausted. “Son,” he whispered through the hole, “I’m not done with you yet. I have a truck out in the parking lot. It’s very private. Meet me out there so I can finish up.” As I climbed into his truck, unsure of what to expect, he said, “I never let a boy as sweet as you leave until I’m finished with him.” He tenderly kissed me on the forehead and helped me up. In his truck I stripped naked for him. The lust in his eyes aroused me again as he laid me down on a small bed. He told to relax and let him have me. “Give yourself to me, son.” His mouth, that glorious mouth, engulfed my privates again. His hands fondled my smooth body. He lovingly extracted two more loads from me before he declared me empty and sent me back to my car. As I watched his truck pull out of the rest area, I realized I didn’t even know the name of the first man to truly make love to me.

My Brother Harry by Doug Davis Harry was a great brother to have growing up gay. He was five years older than me and always there to be the ideal big brother. He was always protecting me from the school bullies, who were ruthless 16 • My Brother Harry

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with their taunting. I know I wasn’t the ideal little brother to a big jock like Harry, but he always made me feel like I was anyway. In every way, Harry seemed to be everything that I wasn’t growing up. We lived with our mom and never knew our dad, nor even talked about him. When Mom wasn’t around, Harry would joke with me that I must have been the milkman’s son, because I was a milky skinned little nerd. I was pretty short and my dark hair only made me look paler. I never had what it took to fill Harry’s jock, physically or athletically. When Harry turned 18, he was already 6’1” with an incredible body from being on the wrestling and swim teams. He had dark hair and Italian features, like me, but the one thing that he always had that never showed up in my jeans, was body hair. When I say body hair, I mean a forest of body hair everywhere. I was always mesmerized by it. I don’t know if my obsession with his body hair was just because I barely had any of my own or if it was because the one body that I dreamed about constantly had so much of it. Whatever the reason for the mental connection into my head, it was very strong. Like most boys – except me – Harry started to develop body hair when he was around thirteen. However, unlike most boys, by sixteen he had ample chest hair, arm hair, leg hair and even facial hair. I wasn’t the only one to notice and admire him for it, but I was the only one that got close enough to touch it whenever I wanted to. He had girlfriends like I had candy. He was never without a date and I know he had started screwing by the time that hair was popping up, too. It was just another thing that Harry had that I didn’t. Girls felt safe around me and flocked towards me. I was good looking, too, but I never did much more than make out with them and I think they knew why. My brother on the other hand would sneak out at night to fuck girls. He’d come crawling in our window in the middle of the night, checking with me to see if Mom had come in to check on us. He always got away with it. The few times Mom did come in our room, I’d always distract her before she could ever get close enough to his bed to see the pathetic pillow person he’d made under his covers. I’d throw myself in front of the Mom train before I’d ever let my brother get busted. One night, as Harry came through the window, he asked me the usual, “Did Mom come in, bud?” I told him “No, you’re cool.” My Brother Harry • 17

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He smiled at me and closed the window. As he started stripping down to his underwear for bed, I just stared as best I could through the darkness. My small package started growing under my covers, not that anyone could tell. I wanted to be close to him so bad. “Harry?” I whispered. “Yeah, buddy?” he said. “I’m cold from the window being open so long. Can I come crawl in with you for a while?” I pleaded. I’d used that excuse so many times it sounded fake even to me, but my brother agreed like always. I jumped up, ran across the room quickly and jumped under the covers that Harry had held up for me. Once under the covers, he turned over on his side facing away from me. I immediately slid up against him, wrapped my arm around his stomach and raised my other arm above my head on the pillows, touching the back of his head slightly. As I scooted in closer, I heard him chuckle. “What are you laughing at?” I asked. He just said, “Nothing, buddy. It’s cool. Get to sleep.” I could feel his hairy abs under my hand and started playing with the hair. I always loved feeling the fur on him and he never seemed to mind. My other hand started lightly playing with the hair on the back of his head, too. I was always affectionate with my brother that way. I never went for anything more than touching him, stroking his hair, or massaging his amazing body. I was always cuddling with him when we watched a movie at home or sitting close to him, so he would put his arm around my shoulder. He gave me plenty of hugs and kisses, too. I was always so lucky that my affection for him was never met with resistance and usually got the same “knowing smile” out of him. He knew I looked up to him, but I always suspected that he knew I had feelings deeper than just brotherly love, too. We rarely talked about sex or sexuality growing up. After Harry moved out, I visited him at his apartment and finally told him I was gay. I just let the day go on as normal when I got there. I was pretty quiet most of the afternoon and then we sat down to watch an evening football game. It was midnight when it ended, and I asked him if I could stay over since it was so late. He said, “Sure. Let Mom know.” I called Mom and then went back to the couch to try to muster up the courage for the real reason I’d come over that night. “Harry, I um, I need to tell you something really important.” 18 • My Brother Harry

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“Sure, bud, what is it?” he asked. I couldn’t look at him. He was staring at me for an answer, and I was just silent. I’d started this, but now my mouth was frozen. I looked back up at him and opened my mouth but nothing came out. His faced changed from confused to concerned, and then, just as quickly, to that all knowing smile he used to get with me. He looked at me and asked, “You want to tell me something hard about yourself, don’t you, buddy?” All I could do was start to tear up like some little sissy. My mouth just whispered out a small “yeah” and a tear ran down my cheek. Still smiling, he scooted closer and just reached around me, giving me a huge hug. My head fell onto his shoulder and he whispered in my ear, “I know buddy. I’ve always known you were … gay. There’s nothing to be scared about with me, bud. I love you.” I just threw my arms around him as far as I could and tried to sniffle up my tears. “I love you, too” was all I could say. He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “We shared a room – hell, we shared a bed more times than most brothers would. You weren’t such a little brother when you would cop your feels and poke me in the back some of those late nights … huh, buddy?” he chuckled. My mouth dropped open and I laughed a little, too, not believing that I’d been busted years after thinking I’d gotten away with those little lies to get into my big brother’s bed. The laugh had broken the awkward mood in the room and Harry got up off the couch. “Let’s hit the sack, buddy. It’s late,” he said. I nodded and started to lie back on the couch, pulling the blanket from the top of the couch over me, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted from my life. Harry just stood there. Then his smile turned to a more serious face and he said, “Come on, you don’t have to sleep on the couch. You can climb into my bed, like old times. Plus I’m not in a twin bed anymore. I’ve got the room.” Then he turned and walked into his bedroom without waiting for a response from me. I started to get up and walk towards his bedroom, as well, but that weight that had just lifted minutes before was replaced with a new one. He knew I had a crush on him when I was younger, but he must not have had a clue how much I still thought about him. As I entered the room, he was already undressed and slipping into bed in just his underwear. He looked at me and said, “Hit the light and let’s get some sleep.” He turned over facing away from the door, My Brother Harry • 19

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and I hit the lights as I was told. I stripped down to my underwear as he reached back to hold the blanket up for me like he used to. I got in with my mind racing. My body just did what it remembered and slid up next to him wrapping one arm around his waist and the other up to the back of his head. It was so quick and natural, but as soon as my chest touched his back and my hand felt his even hairier stomach, my brain realized I wasn’t a kid anymore and this would be trouble. My hands and body were frozen, but my cock started to rise immediately. I was no kid anymore and within seconds there was no doubt my brother could feel my dick pushing through my underwear and poking him in the ass. I quickly moved onto my back and then continued to flip until we were back to back, hiding my dick as quickly as I could. He didn’t say anything, and I’d hoped that maybe I moved quickly enough that he just thought I was tossing and turning to get comfortable. I lay there for five of the longest minutes of silence before I felt my brother start to toss and turn a bit, too. Suddenly one of his hands slid around my stomach, and I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered near my ear “It’s OK, buddy. I always liked those nights as a kid, too. It made me feel great that my little brother admired me so much and that you wanted to feel so … so close to me like that. I’d do anything for you, buddy.” I knew I’d been busted and figured he was just trying to make me feel better. That’s the kind of brother he was to me. I just said, “Thanks, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to do anything ….” He interrupted me by sliding his hand up and gently covering my mouth. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m not gay, but I love you like no one else. I want you to be happy. I just want to ask you something and you answer me honestly, OK?” He slipped his hand slowly from my mouth, and I said, “Sure.” As his hand slowly traveled down my chest he asked “Are you still a virgin … with guys? I mean have you even had a boyfriend yet?” I always felt so inferior around him to begin with, and that question didn’t help. I whispered back, “I’ve never been with anyone. No one wants … no one wants someone like me.” He hugged me from behind, saying, “You just don’t know how special you are yet, buddy. Plenty of guys will want you, but I want to be your first. I want to make love to you tonight, so you know the difference between love and sex when you find it. You’re a sweet little guy and I 20 • My Brother Harry

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just want to see you happy.” His hand had been sliding further down my stomach and paused as he started to feel my small patch of hair. He finished talking with just one statement, “Only if you want me to, buddy,” and he waited to hear me before going further. I quickly answered, ready to finally have my deepest dreams fulfilled. “Yes, Harry. I’ve always wanted you to.” With that, his hand slid down over my small, hard dick, cupping around my whole basket like he would have done to one of his girlfriends. Only instead of fingering my pussy, his middle finger rubbed my dickhead. He pulled me in closer to his chest, and I could feel his massive erection already poking at me from behind. He started kissing my neck and licking my ear, spending time fondling me. Goose bumps were standing up all along my body. I finally got the nerve to reach behind me, feeling around his back and holding him to me. I could feel his hairy chest and stomach rubbing against my smooth back. I was in heaven and had never been so hard, so wet, in my life. I just stroked his body behind me, not sure what to do next. His hand left my hard package, and he reached for my face. Gentling holding my jaw, he turned my head until I could see him. My body started turning in response and we looked at each other as he lowered his mouth to mine. I knew how to kiss. I’d done it with a few girls before. But nothing prepared me for what kissing really felt like when you were in love, when your body lusted for someone. It started slowly and our mouths just knew to open slightly. Our kissing grew passionate, like a thirst you didn’t know you had until you were drinking. His hands wrapped around me and my hands found his furry chest. Our tongues tasted and licked each other’s mouth and neck as his hands moved down to my underwear and finally slid them off. He then maneuvered out of his underwear, never breaking our mouth embrace. Then he pulled me to him again. This time, he was holding my asscheeks as he pulled me close. His dick was so hard it almost hurt to have it pressing against my own. I could feel him start to drip onto my thigh as his cock started pushing past my balls and in between my legs. I opened my legs and he gasped as it popped through. He looked me in the eyes again, “You can taste it later, but I’m ready to make love to you now … if you want me to.” I just nodded my head and smiled. He started to sit up on the bed, and I could see my brother for the first time fully hard. His dick was My Brother Harry • 21

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as masculine and sexy as the rest of him. I began to turn onto my stomach, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “No, I’m not fucking you like that … I want to make love to you, buddy.” He pulled me until I was on my back again, then climbed in between my legs. He leaned down with his chest touching mine and kissed me once more, gently. He then reached above my head to grab some lube that was above us. His armpit was right over my face and I could smell him. The same smell that had always intoxicated me. I reached up and licked his armpit without a second thought. Not moving his arm, he looked down at me and smiled. I licked it again and reached

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around holding his arm with both hands and burying my face into it. I started to go crazy, licking and kissing and sucking at his pits. My dick was now leaking even heavier, now that I was finally tasting his body hair like I’d dreamed of for so long. He then lifted his arm from my mouth and sat back up at the bottom of the bed. Harry began applying the lube to his thick meat and then smeared it all around my asscrack. When he slowly pushed a finger into my hole, I moaned aloud. He was slowly but persistently finger fucking my tight hole. I was moaning in pure pleasure when his finger slipped out of me and I felt both his hands wrap around my ankles. He moved my feet up onto his shoulders and planted his hands near my head. Leaning towards me, he began to kiss me again. I could feel his huge cock rubbing my asshole. His hips moved, and I knew he was lining up his meat with my hole. I felt the head hit the spot and start to push in slowly. My eyes widened as he kept kissing me, and we looked right into each other’s eyes. His mouth then came off mine and licked across my neck and up to my ear. He told me he loved me as the head of dick popped inside of me, making me jolt and let out a small cry. He held still saying, “It’s OK, buddy. I won’t hurt you.” I said “I know. It’s OK, keep going.” It hurt, but I needed him and wouldn’t let anything stop us now. He started licking my ear and sliding further inside me. My toes were curled and I began to tremble as he kept sliding in. I thought there was no way it would all fit, and then I felt his balls and pubes all the way against me. As he hit bottom, he let out a deep loud moan of his own. We rested only a minute, going back to sucking each other’s lips and tongue before he started slowly fucking in and out of me. As soon as he saw I wasn’t in pain, he began to speed up. His hairy body kept rubbing the head of my dick, which was pinned in between us, driving me completely wild. The sensations kept me physically and mentally on the edge of ecstasy like I’d never even imagined possible. My Brother Harry • 23

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He never did pound into me like I pictured sex would be, he just kept fucking me nice and slow, sinking in and out of me, using his furry stomach to jack my dick. He kept a close eye on me, watching my face and listening to my every moan. He read my moans to find how I liked it and what I wanted, and then he gave it to me. He kept making love to my boy hole like that until I told him, “I think I’m going to cum.” He pressed his hairy body hard against my dick and started to fuck me a little harder. He moaned, “Cum with me, buddy. Cum hard while I fill your ass up, buddy!” Sweat from his forehead was dripping onto my face as he got closer, and I could feel his thickness growing inside of me. I felt my balls tense up and I started shaking, shooting my cum in between our bodies. I was moaning and crying out as I heard him let out his battle cry and bury his meat inside me one last time, leaving every inch deep inside me as he exploded. Moaning heavily, he blasted load after load. His body was convulsing and my insides quickly filled with his warm cum. He dropped onto my chest with all his weight. It was a dead weight that felt comforting. I knew I’d made him as happy as he’d made me, and I wrapped my arms around him. His cock was starting to slide out of me naturally, and after it had slipped out, he rolled half off me and looked up to me. He had his big beautiful smile back on his face and was still panting and sweating as he told me, “When you finally meet the man who makes love to you like I did tonight – and you will one day – you’ll know he loves you like I do, my little buddy.”

Ryan’s Sexual Adventures by Damien van Zandt Part 2: Ryan and Justin

Justin lived next door to my dad and me. He was a man in his late twenties, and he had a classic motorcycle: a 1955 Harley-Davidson Pan Head. He had it all fixed up with a custom paint job, lots of chrome, and an extended fork. It was really a hot machine! He usually worked on it in his front yard, and when I would see him there I would go over to watch him work. He’d show me what he was doing and teach me a few things about bikes. 24 • Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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I liked Justin. He was shorter than Dad, but almost as muscular. He usually worked on his bike without a shirt on and I liked seeing his big, hairless chest and rippling abs. He was part Indian and his bronzed skin really turned me on. His arms were big, too, but not hairy like my dad’s. One day when I was over at Justin’s, Dad came over to us. “Hey, Justin, how’s it going?” Dad said. “Just fine, Joe,” Justin replied. “I hope you don’t mind if Ryan comes over and helps me with my bike.” “I don’t mind as long as he isn’t getting in your way. If he becomes a pest. Just send him home.” “No, he’s fine. I’m teaching him how a motorcycle works. He’s real interested. I just hope he doesn’t pester you to get him one.” “Sooner or later he probably will, but I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Why don’t you take a break and come over for a beer?” Justin accepted and they sat on our front porch. Just then the phone rang. It was one of my friends calling, inviting me over to a barbecue at his house. I accepted and told Dad. He said it was OK, and I left for my friend’s house. I didn’t stay as long as thought I would, and when I got home I found Dad’s bedroom door almost closed and could hear voices coming from his room. I peeked through the crack in his door and got a real surprise! Dad was in bed with Justin, and Dad was fucking his ass good! I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two of them having sex. Justin was on his back and Dad was on top of him really plowing his ass with that big dick of his. Justin was moaning and writhing, and despite the hard fucking he was getting, he was begging for more. I was really getting turned on watching these two muscular men going at it. I pulled out my own hard dick and started jacking off while I watched them. Dad looked up and I ducked back behind the partially closed door. I didn’t know if he saw me or not. I stayed there out of sight, just listening to them and jacking myself off. There was a lot of moaning and grunting and it sounded so hot. I didn’t dare look again in case I got caught. After they were finished, I heard Dad say, “You know, Justin, I think my son has the hots for you. He goes over to your place every time he sees you out there, and usually, when he comes home, I’ve noticed that he’s sporting a big boner.” Ryan’s Sexual Adventures • 25

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I was surprised; I didn’t think that dad had noticed. Justin said, “Yeah, Joe, I think you’re right. I’ve noticed it, too, but I didn’t want to embarrass the boy. How do you feel about his infatuation?” “He’s old enough to know what he wants. If you and him want to get together, well, that’s up to you two.” “Then you don’t mind if I bed your boy?” “Why should I mind? He and I have had sex together, and he does like mature, muscular men. I would rather he had sex with you than some stranger on the street. I’d say that you’re just his cup of tea. You’re my cup of tea, too.” It got quiet and I chanced a peek through the crack again. Dad and Justin were locked in a passionate embrace and they were kissing each other. I decided to leave them alone and went to my room. A little while later, after I heard Justin leave, Dad went into the living room. When I came out of my room he was sitting in his chair. He smiled at me and asked, “Did you like what you saw, son? Yeah, I saw you peeking at the door. Did it surprise you to see Justin and me having sex?” “Yeah, Dad. It was a surprise all right, but I thought it was hot. I also overheard what you two talked about. You really don’t mind if I have sex with Justin?” “No, son, I don’t mind. Justin is a good guy and I know he won’t hurt you. Its like I told him, you’re old enough to know your own mind and if you’re attracted to Justin, its fine with me. After all, he is a hot man. You do have good taste in men,” he said with at twinkle in his eye. I smiled, “Yeah, Dad, you’re right. He is hot! I’m just not sure how to approach him about sex.” “How about just being honest? Say, ‘Justin, I think you’re hot and I want to have sex with you.’ Or, you might just grope him and see what he does. I know he likes you.” I thought about that the rest of the day, and that night, while I was jacking off, I fantasized about having sex with Justin. The next day Justin was out front working on his bike. I went over and sat down beside him. “Hi, Justin. What are you doing today?” “Hey, Ryan. I was just cleaning the plugs, but I’m finished now. Want to go for a ride?” 26 • Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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He straddled his bike and kick-started it. I jumped on behind him and put my arms around his waist. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his skin felt good next to my arms. We only drove a mile or so then we came back. The whole time I could feel his big muscles work each time we took a corner or came to a stop. When we got back we sat on his front porch and he gave me a beer. “Don’t tell your dad that I’m giving you beer. He might not like it.” I smiled, “It’s OK, Justin. Dad lets me drink beer at home.” I was nervous, I was trying to find a way to talk to him about sex, and I didn’t know how to go about it. I would start to say something then stop. I did this several times. Justin looked at me and said, “You’ve got something on your mind, Ryan. Just spit it out.” Finally I just blurted it out, “Justin, I want to have sex with you.” He smiled at me, “Yeah, I know. I’ve known for some time. In fact your dad and I had a conversation about that last night.” “I know,” I said, “I overheard you two talking about it. I was just outside the door when you and dad were having sex.” He looked surprised, “You were? Then why didn’t you come in and join us?” I blushed, “I didn’t want to bother the two of you. I figured you wanted to be alone together. I just got curious when I heard voices.” Justin put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. Then he leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his hard body and kissed him back. “Let’s go into the house,” he said. “We can get naked and have some fun ourselves.” He led me to his bedroom, and I was surprised to see posters of some really hot men with no shirts on sitting on motorcycles. I took a few minutes to take it all in. Justin asked, “You like my posters? If you like, I’ll give you one to put up in your bedroom.” I smiled and said, “Have you got one of you, naked on your bike?” Justin laughed, “No, I’ve never had a picture of myself naked anywhere.” Then Justin unfastened his jeans and took them off. He sat down on the bed next to me and said, “Your dad says that you like big, muscular men. Is that right?” Ryan’s Sexual Adventures • 27

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I ran my hands all over his strong body and said, “Yeah, I really do. Big muscles really turn me on.” He flexed his bicep and let me feel it. It was almost as big as my dad’s. Then I ran my hand down his chest and belly and stopped on the big bulge in his shorts. I rubbed it with my hand and I felt my own dick getting hard. “Justin,” I said, “would it be all right if I sucked your dick?” He smiled and took his shorts off. “Yeah, Ryan, it’s all right. In fact, I was hoping you would want to, but I decided to let you make the first move.” He lay back sideways on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. He spread his legs wide, and I got on my knees in front of him. His dick was almost as big as Dad’s and I took it in my hand and stroked it. It was already half hard when I started, and it didn’t take long before it was fully hard. He was cut, and I put the big, mushroom-shaped head in my mouth. He let out with a moan and squirmed a little. I sucked on the head for a while then I went down as far as I could, which was not quite half way. With my other hand I grabbed his hairy nuts and gently pulled on them. He moaned again. “Yeah, Ryan, that feels good. Yeah … pull on my balls while you suck my cock.” I was now feasting on Justin’s thick, hard tool, and I felt him respond. His crotch smelled different than my dad’s, but it still smelled good to me. Then I surprised him when I lifted his legs up and attacked his asshole. He wasn’t expecting me to rim him, but I could tell he was really getting into it. My lust was boiling up and I attacked his hole like an animal. I licked it and rubbed it, then I stuck my tongue in real deep. He was groaning and squirming as I sucked on his hot hole. He started to pant and his breath got ragged. Before I knew it he was shooting his hot cum all over his chest and belly. I was surprised, because he hadn’t even touched his dick. “Oh, Ryan, that felt wonderful! Where did you learn to rim?” I laughed, “Where do you think I learned? Dad taught me, of course.” Justin laughed, “Yeah, I should have known. You and he have similar techniques.” I sat up and licked up all his cum. Then I lay down on top of him and we kissed some more. After a few minutes he rolled over and I 28 • Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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was on the bottom. He stripped me naked and took my hard dick in his hand. “Now it’s your turn, Ryan. You just lie there and let me work on your cock for a while.” He went all the way down on my dick in one move. Now it was my turn to moan and squirm. His hot mouth on my member was driving me wild. Already I could feel the cum boiling up in my nuts, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my wad. It was only a few seconds later that I arched my back and shot my load into his hot mouth. I know I must have cum a gallon, but Justin took it all down his hungry throat. He kept my dick in his mouth until it was completely soft again then he got on the bed with me and we just lay in each other’s arms and kissed. It was one of the most pleasant afternoons I ever spent but what happened the next week really blew my socks off! To be continued ….

Uncle Pete’s Visit by Jack Welsh It had been a long time since any of us had seen Uncle Pete, so it came as quite a surprise when Mom and Dad told me he’d be visiting over Christmas. I don’t remember how old I was the last time he visited, but I know I was just a little kid then. Shortly after that last visit, Uncle Pete became a merchant seaman, and ended up travelling around the world for years. Finally, about a year ago, we heard he was back in the country and living upstate, working as a meat cutter in one of the big supermarkets in the city. Dad had talked to him on the phone several times since he moved back to the area and ended up inviting him to come to our house for Christmas. The night he and Mom told me he was coming for a visit, I overheard them arguing after they thought I’d gone to bed. “I just don’t know if this is a good idea,” Mom said. “What are you talking about? He’s just coming to spend Christmas with us. What do you think he’s gonna do? Set fire to the house?” “Oh, Bill, Don’t be ridiculous. You know what I’m talking about. And where is he going to sleep?” “I figured he could bunk in with Jack,” Dad said. But he sounded sort of sheepish. Uncle Pete’s Visit • 29

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“Do you really think that’s wise?” My mother was using her “tone”, and I knew Dad hated that. “For Christ’s sake, Margaret! He’s my brother. I don’t think he’ll be selling Jack into white slavery, if that’s what you’re worried about!” This argument only made me more curious about my uncle. If just having him in the house was enough to make my mother so skittish, I was definitely all for sharing my room with him. Besides, where else was he going to sleep? So a couple of days before Uncle Pete was scheduled to arrive, Dad took the opportunity to ask me over dinner, “Sport, you’re not gonna mind sharing your room with your uncle, are you?” I knew if I appeared too eager, that would set Mom off again, so I just said, sort of casually, “Yeah. I guess that’ll be all right.” I saw Mom give Dad one of her looks, but she didn’t say anything. §

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ahead and took all my clothes off, too. I didn’t want my uncle to think I was still a little kid who had to wear pajamas. As he climbed into bed, he flipped the covers back on the opposite side “C’mon, jump in. No sense in you sleepin’ on the floor in the dead of winter.” I hesitated for a minute, then climbed in next to him. I don’t know what it was about being in bed with him – maybe it was his smell, which was intoxicating, or maybe it was just the warmth of his naked body next to mine – but I instantly got a boner. Afraid that Uncle Pete would see, I flipped over on my side away from him. When I heard his breathing get deep and regular, I reached down and played with my cockhead just a little bit. It had been leaking precum and was all wet on the tip. I would have loved to stroked out a load, but I didn’t dare with my uncle sleeping next to me. Eventually, I dozed off. Something woke me up a few hours later. The room was dark, and the entire house was quiet. “You OK, buddy?” Uncle Pete said from behind me. “Sure,” I answered groggily. “Why’d you stop?” he asked. “Stop what? I was asleep.” Uncle Pete laughed and said, “You must have been having one hell of a dream, then. You were backed up to me and pushing your ass up against my cock!” “I … I was? Sorry! I didn’t mean to … I mean, I just ….” “It’s OK,” he responded. “I didn’t really mind. Not at all. As a matter of fact. I kinda liked it.” “You did?” “Sure did. You wanna keep going?” he asked. I wasn’t sure what to say. In a way, I was glad I woke up because doing something like that sounded a lot more fun than jerking off. But I also got the feeling that doing something like that with my uncle was “wrong”. But in a way, that made it more exciting. I took a ragged breath and said, “OK, Uncle Pete. Let’s keep going.” He snuggled up against my back. I could feel his hard cock knocking against my hole. He was leaking even more precum than I was; his cockhead and my hole were dripping with it. “Now I want you to just relax, Jack. Normally, we’d use some kind of lubricant, like Vaseline or something, but you’ve got me so juiced up, I don’t think we’re gonna need it. When I push my cock forward, Uncle Pete’s Visit • 31

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I want you to push back and out. That’ll help you relax and take it. Got it?” “Yeah,” I sighed. Just the sensation of having his drooling pecker touching my hot hole was driving me crazy. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when he was inside of me! “OK, get ready, sport. Here it comes.” He pushed forward, and I pushed my ass back to meet him. I let out a gasp when his cockhead popped past my tight sphincter, but after that, there was no pain at all. As a matter of fact, it felt fantastic. Having Uncle Pete’s big cock stuffed up inside me made me feel more like a man than I’d ever felt before. The sensation was so incredible I started to quiver. Uncle Pete wrapped his arms around me, caressing my chest with one hand and using the other to stroke my dick. He whispered in my ear, “That’s it. I’m inside now. Just relax. I’m gonna start moving in and out. You ready?” I nodded and soon felt him starting to fuck me. I wanted to scream it felt so good, but I knew we had to be quiet. So I bit my lip and softly moaned to myself as he picked up speed. In no time, he was groaning in my ear that he was getting close and that he was going to shoot his load up my butt. Just the thought that my uncle was so turned on by fucking me pushed me over the edge. As softly as possible, I whimpered, “Uncle Pete, I think I’m gonna ….” But I never got the chance to finish that thought before my cock erupted a white foamy load onto the mattress underneath me. Apparently, that got Uncle Pete pretty excited too, because before I had finished dumping my load, he started shooting off up my butt. He was letting out huge blasts of hot breath against my neck with 32 • Uncle Pete’s Visit

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each shot, and finally, he bit down on my shoulder, presumably to keep from crying out. His cock began to soften, and as he pulled it out, I felt a little of his goo trickle out and slide down on my thigh. “Merry Christmas, sport,” he said with a contented chuckle. “Thanks, Uncle Pete,” I replied, looking at him over my shoulder. “I think this is gonna be one of the best I’ve ever had!” Uncle Pete’s Visit • 33

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I

eased my fingers into my son’s well lubed puckered ass.

Justin

shuddered when my knuckles tried to get past his sphincter. I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to take my whole fist.

But

c’mon son, open up for me.

i persevered with it...

That’s it, Tiger, nearly there...

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Twisting and rotating my hand in a rhythmic way did the trick. Justin’s body spasmed as my fist finally entered his rectum.

My

hand burrowed deeper and deeper into his moist and warm boy tunnel. Justin arched his back to take more and more of my forearm.

Elbow deep into his insatiable ass, I began to punch away at his bowels.

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Justin

got up into a squatting position. as he bounced up and down on my arm, I rotated my fist so that my knuckles were rubbing against his prostate.

Justin came spontaneously without even touchins his erection. His

cum shot out with incredible force--further than I had ever seen it before. And there was so much of it, too!

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I got so hot watching Justin cum in such a Spectacular way. It was gonna be difficult to top my son’s amazing display...

That was absolutely the best, big guy! Only problem is, don’t think I’m gonna be able to sit down for a week!

But I managed to shoot out a pretty majestic load myself--all over his chest.

Heh-heh! Well, at least your butt will have a few days to recover while I’m gone.

Now, let’s get to bed and grab some sleep. I’m totally exhausted!

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the morning, I dropped Justin off at school. I’m gonna miss you so much, big guy.

You can invite your friends over to the house to keep you company while I’m away--just make sure they don’t trash the place, y’hear?

Hey, Justin, your dad is so cute! Is he free to date?

Heh-heh, There’s someone ‘fraid not. very special in his life right now.

As I began the long drive to my home town, I was feeling a little apprehensive --how was Mike going to react to my forbidden relationship with Justin?

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Executive’s Christmas Surprise My entry level mail room job was hard to take. A lot of good my four year college degree did! When I started working I couldn’t believe Dad talked me into taking this entry level job. “You’ve got to start somewhere,” Dad told me. “If you’re good, you’ll advance quickly, son.” “But, Dad, I’ll barely be making more than minimum wage!” “Son, if you prove yourself, you won’t be there long.” I swallowed my pride and went to work. I tried not to let the drudgery of my job get to me, but it was hard compared to all the fun I’d had at school. The good thing about the job was that I got to go all over the company to deliver mail. It didn’t take me long to know where the best vice presidents worked. For a boring Fortune 500 company, there sure were some hot executives, especially on the 47th floor. Of all those, it was Mr. Sanders who caught my eye. I always tried to catch his eye when I delivered mail to his office. If he was there, he invariably had a smile for me and I had my suspicions that he was as horny as some of my professors at college. I thought my work couldn’t get any lower, but on the day of our office Christmas party, since I was the junior worker in the mail room, I had to wear a Santa suit all day! I never felt so embarrassed in all my life. I felt ridiculous going around looking like a fat, old man! I made my rounds as quickly as possible and the second I delivered my last piece of mail, I snuck off to the mail room to get out of my Santa suit. I just prayed that no one recognized me. My heart sunk when there was a knock on the mail room door. Before I could answer, my jaw dropped when I saw Mr. Sanders step into the mail room. I was already half undressed. He cracked a smile, came up to me and whispered in my ear, “How’s my favorite Santa?” “Wha … what?” I stammered. “You know exactly what,” Mr. Sanders said with a firm voice. He reached behind and with a loud click, locked the door. “You’ve been teasing me all fall, just begging for me to do this,” he said with a growl and he unbuttoned his shirt. Before I could protest or yell for help, he had his hands around me and lewdly groped my basket. “Every god damn day you come bouncing into my office, your dick harder than a bone. It’s time you learned what kind of trouble such flirting will get you!” 40 • Executive’s Christmas Surprise

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I liked the stern warning my favorite executive was giving me. I had no idea my intentions were so obvious. Mr. Sanders yanked all my clothes off and pushed me to the floor. He stood over me, grinned and unzipped his suit pants. Mr. Sanders dropped his drawers, and fished out a whopper of a male organ. “This is what you want, isn’t it, boy!” he snarled and he slapped my face with his heavy weapon. “Come on, boy, open your mouth and show me what a good little cocksucker you are!” He didn’t wait for me to obey. He popped open my mouth with his finger and stuffed my face with his heavy tool. In my mouth, his soft organ quickly stiffened and pushed deep down my throat. I should not have been surprised at how Mr. Sanders took control of the situation. He was a high-powered executive, used to giving orders and having underlings obey his every word. When he sat down on a box to drive his tool hard down my throat, the musky odors of his crotch drove me wild. “Man!” he growled. “I should have fucked you the day I saw you. From the moment I saw you I knew you were a good little cocksucker! Keep working on that tool, boy, and you’ll go far in this company. I’ll see to that.” Dad told me that if I did well I’d get promoted, but I never imagined that this was the way I was going to get ahead. I didn’t care. I was going to give Mr. Sanders plenty of reasons to advance my career. My butt hole was itching to get stuffed with his fat boner. Mr. Sanders sensed my itchy butt and pulled me onto his lap and pushed my hungry ass onto his wet, juicy bone so forcefully that he pushed all the air out of my lungs. I gasped for air. “Take it, boy! Take my cock!” he demanded. His fat, throbbing rod burned inside me and thrust me to the verge of exploding. I didn’t want to fire off until I felt his hot load inside me and I held back until he pummelled my ass and began thrusting his thick, spunky wads of hot jizm into my aching hole. Mr. Sanders grasped my trembling boner and I let out a cry and sprayed my sperm into the air. “Ahh, fuck, boy! Ahh, fuck!” Mr. Sanders moaned as he strained and delivered the last of his spunk deep inside me. The way he held me and kissed me let me know that my future at the company was going to be great. 42 • Executive’s Christmas Surprise

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Pretending to be Asleep by Peter “Is he asleep?” I asked Derrick while stroking his big dick. “No, Joe, he’s just pretending,” he whispered in my ear while jerking my meat. We peered into the open window of the small, old Southern cabin. Out in the woods, surrounded by nothing but the forest, my best friend Derrick and I were spying on Colonel Hansen as he slept on a big old bed in the middle of the room. There wasn’t much to the cabin – one room, the bed, a night table, a chair, assorted hunting equipment, an old stove, a wood pile – not even glass in the windows, just shutters, and light streaming in from the rising sun. It was unseasonably warm, even hot, and we were hotter than foxes as we fisted each other’s woody after we had wrestled them from inside each other’s pants. I stroked Derrick as he stroked me, but my eyes were glued on the near naked body of the mysterious man lying on the bed inside. I had only heard of Colonel Hansen but Derrick knew all about him. Seems this was his hideaway and Derrick had done this before. But what we were about to do was new to me, and had me so excited shiny precum was already messing up my fat cockhead, making it all slick. “Joe. It’s time. Are you ready?” I nodded even though I didn’t know what the hell I was in for. Slowly we rose up, our pants still open to our thighs, and we opened the unlocked cabin door, walking in like cats on the prowl. There was Colonel Hansen looking like he was asleep, sprawled across the bed with nothing on but a thin cotton sleeveless summer union suit. What I noticed was his handsome rugged face, short white hair, and big mustache turned up at the ends. I could see his great nipples poking up against the fabric, his hairy underarms plain as day, and strong hairy legs, even his belly button and the soft hair on his stomach, since his buttons were undone. Through the opening, I could also see more than a hint of his thick pubic hair, and his big, fleshy rod was obvious inside. I could see it running down his left leg and knew exactly where his mushroom head began. My rod began pulsing and throbbing all out of control. “Should we disturb him?” I whispered innocently. Derrick ribbed me and whispered back, “That’s exactly what he wants. Why do you think we’re here? He’s pretending to be asleep, but he wants us to play with him. You know what I mean.” 46 • Pretending to be Asleep

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I was stunned. Derrick and I were both nuts about men, and although I had never done anything except with Derrick, he had done practically everything with a dozen men we knew. It’s when he found out I was wild for older guys that he dragged me out to the woods for this adventure. “Now don’t say another word. Isn’t he the greatest?” I nodded in agreement. My eyes took in every inch of the man. My dick was as hard as ever, and my balls were hot and sweaty, pulled up tight into my crotch. I wanted to beat off so badly. “He wants us to lick his body. And don’t stop whatever he does.” I was amazed that we were really going to do this, but I followed Derrick, getting on my knees and bringing my face really close to the man, like a hunting dog sniffing around. I would have sworn that he was really asleep and we would wake him, but I trusted Derrick and followed his every move. Derrick stuck his nose right into the Colonel’s fly, and I was shocked to see him stick out his tongue and give the Colonel’s cock a long lick. My nose was just inches from the man’s hairy armpit. The smell of his body overwhelmed me, more raccoon than skunk. That’s when I stuck out my tongue and licked him. I licked his hairy pit! Again and again and again! Then he moaned. I was so startled I sprang back to my feet and watched as the Colonel moved but he didn’t open his eyes. That’s when his huge cock popped out of his fly fully erect and waved back and forth in the air. I was mesmerized. Derrick instinctively grabbed it. But the Colonel still didn’t open his eyes. He just slid across the bed. My dickhead had escaped my foreskin and was red as a sunset. My balls were all tingly. So were my nipples. I pinched them tight. Then I reached back and touched my hot asshole. I wanted to plunge my finger right in and play with myself, so I did. I grabbed my rod and gave it a few hard jerks but got back down on my knees as the Colonel settled back into the sheets still “sleeping”. Only one button was still closed on the Colonel’s union suit. I unbuttoned it. He sighed like people do when they’re dreaming. His nipples were so tempting. Precum now oozed from my prick slit. I greased up my cockhead, getting all jazzed. I eased my foreskin back and forth, getting Derrick’s attention, then watched him massage his own dripping dick. He tossed the Colonel’s soft balls across his fingers, having grabbed 48 • Pretending to be Asleep

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them out of his fly. When he started licking them, my mouth went dry. I wanted to lick the Colonel’s balls, too. So I began to ease my way down the Colonel’s body slowly, stopping to suck on his nearest nipple. It was so tasty I moaned out loud. I was afraid I’d wake the Colonel, but he just squirmed around with a big grin on his face. His body rose and his back arched, so I rubbed my face all across his massive, hairy chest. I lost myself in the softness of the hairs and couldn’t stop moaning. Neither could he. I lightly licked my way down his treasure trail, that line of hairs that pointed straight for his dick, and eased my face into his light underwear. That’s when I felt his hand on the back on my head. He wasn’t sleeping. Of course he wasn’t. But he was pretending to be asleep, and I went along with it. As I whiffed his crotch just above his vast curly pubic hair, his hand slid down my back into my drooping pants and then all over my smooth sweaty butt. His fingers soon meandered into my moist crack then slid up and down, passing lightly over my pouting hole. I was breathing faster and faster as his fingers became more aggressive. Soon my ass ring grabbed onto the tips of his probing fingers and let him explore inside more and more. It wasn’t long before a knuckle passed through, then another and another till he was soon plunging in with two and then three. I could tell he wanted to fuck me, and I’d never been fucked by a man before. Now I wanted him and needed him to fuck me desperately. My moans became louder and more urgent. I leaned over the “sleeping” man and at last lapped at his exposed balls just like I had wanted to. Slowly, I wrestled them around, making him squirm on the bed, at which point he licked my stick. The Colonel let his tongue out and licked the length of my rod until he took the head in his mouth and sucked. His tongue rolled around inside my foreskin, practically sending me flying while he hoisted me in the air, supporting my straightening legs in his hands. Derrick was lapping madly at the Colonel’s other underarm hair, making him shake but forcing him to swallow more and more of my throbbing rod until my pubic hair was dusting the man’s nose. Finally, I lifted his hard, enticing rod in the air, examined every thick inch of it, and with a deep moan, licked his nearly purple cockhead while our bare bodies rubbed. His body hair was driving me crazy. Derrick started eating my bubble butt, thrusting his tongue up my tight, clenching hole, and the Colonel starting driving his growing cock Pretending to be Asleep • 51

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hard up into my mouth while bouncing off the bed. We 69ed like that for the longest time before Derrick eased my knees forward, forcing me to sit my shiny ass on the Colonel’s eager mustached mouth. His tongue flew up my hole in an instant. I had to sit up straight. Suddenly Derrick flipped the Colonel’s impressive thighs in the air, held him by the ankles, and forced my face into the man’s hot and hairy ass. My whole face seemed to be lost in his crack. I was immediately smothered by it. Derrick had nothing to do but rub my face in it, and I had nothing to do but stick my tongue out and lick the man’s slick crack. I had never ever kissed a man’s ass before, but with his two firm, fur-covered mounds in my hands, I was suddenly deep in his furrow searching for treasure. I found it with my tongue lapping up his wet, wrinkled hole, all dark pink and pouting, surrounded by the hair that made him a man. My smooth, sweaty ass slid all over his face, and when he wasn’t rimming me, he was taking Derrick’s hot throbber deep down his throat or rimming him. I rimmed the Colonel so thoroughly for so long we began to make the bed squeak. My tongue felt more sensations than I could ever describe. The white sheets of the bed were getting all sweaty and as the sun rose, the Colonel rose up, pretending no more. He pulled me by my ankles and got me up and prone on my hands and knees. From inside the night table, he quickly produced some kind of lubricant and generously greased up his joint and my opening hole. Oh, man, I was going to get fucked! As the Colonel lined up his bucking rod, Derrick spread my cheeks and roughly rimmed me to prep my hole. I looked back as that fat, hot cock first pierced my button. “Oh, Joe! Boy, you’re so tight,” were the first words I ever heard from the Colonel. He wrapped his strong arms around me. I felt his great, hairy chest across my back, his breath in my ear, and then he rose up to ease another inch in, then another and another until he squirmed a half dozen more up my lost virgin hole. I nearly cried – the Colonel sported one big dick. Derrick put his hand over my mouth, because I started screaming so loudly. And then this warm rush came over me, and I started whimpering. I turned my head and found the Colonel’s tongue in my mouth. I kissed the man and went into some kind of ecstasy. Our tongues played around, and our lips slid all wet over each other. My chute tightened up over the Colonel’s huge intruder and he howled like 52 • Pretending to be Asleep

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a hungry dog. Then he started pounding me. Fuck, we nearly shook the bed to the ground. I started to fuck back at him. The Colonel was soon all over me. He fucked me from behind, then above, and then sideways while my friend stuffed my mouth full of his burning rod. I was filled with hard cock from one end to the other, and still there was more cock. I couldn’t escape it. Soon I didn’t want to. I felt like I wanted to be fucked by every handsome man in the county. After I had been screwed for so long that my ass dripped, I sat back on the Colonel, and he fucked up into me. He loved fucking me. One moment he’d be laughing and having the greatest fun. The next he’d get real serious and hump me hard. Derrick had climbed up on the bed and was ramming his raging rod deep down my throat so hard and fast that I knew I’d be swallowing his cream in no time. After going absolutely berserk, Derrick started shouting, “I’m cumming, Joe; I’m shooting! I’m going to flood your mouth!” True to his word, more cum than I could have imagined burst from his knob and flew deep down my throat and into my waiting hungry stomach. Without a moment’s rest, I found myself flat on my back with the Colonel’s monster meat stuffed in my mouth and thrust halfway down my throat with Derrick urging him on. “Shoot down his throat! Make him swallow your load, Colonel!” “I’m going to cum in your mouth, son,” Colonel Hansen swore and damn if he didn’t go off like a cannon. How much spunk can a man shoot? Shot after shot of his Southern jizz filled my mouth to overflowing. My lips were covered in it. The feeling of it cascading down my throat will be with me forever. I jerked off into their faces, splattering sticky wet, pearly white jizz. I never shot off so much in my life. Licking my own spunk off the Colonel’s mustache-covered lips was the best ever. “When can we do this again?” I shouted. “Oh, you liked that, did you?” the Colonel asked still recovering with sweat dripping from every hair. “Well, next time,” wiping his brow he thought, “why don’t we arrange for you come here to meet my hunting partner, Cliff, and we can have a four way. Bet you’d like licking his hot body. And I bet you’d like fucking a man just as much as getting fucked too, wouldn’t you? Well son, we can do it all.” Oh boy, I can’t wait! Pretending to be Asleep • 53

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Help with Homework by Big Al I sat opposite Dad in his den as he tossed my report card down on his desk with a puzzled look on his face. “Randy, what’s the problem? These aren’t your usual good grades. Has something been bothering you this last semester?” Dad quizzed, leaning back into his chair. I shrugged my shoulders and gazed down at the floor. “I’m not sure, Dad,” I replied. “C’mon, son, I’m your father. You can confide in me.” “It just seems like I can’t concentrate on my schoolwork anymore. I don’t know why, Dad, I just can’t study as well as I used to.” “Stand up, son. Let me take a good look at you.” I stood up, puzzled by his request. Dad rubbed the thick stubble on his square chin, then his eyes brightened and an all-knowing glow spread across his face. “Sit down, son,” Dad said as he leaned forward over his desk and gazed into my eyes. “Randy, you’ve grown into a fine young man this last year, and I’m sorry I’ve been so busy at work I haven’t noticed how much you’ve matured. Tell me, son, do you get horny?” “Dad!” I replied, embarrassed. “Do you throw a hardon several times a day? Do ya jerk off?” “Dad!!” “C’mon, son. You’re a young man now; we can talk man to man.” “Yeah, Dad, I guess I do,” I replied sheepishly. “Tell me, son, what turns you on?” “Dad!” “C’mon, Randy, I’m just trying to help you here. Let me put it this way. Let’s say there’s an attractive couple walking towards you as you walk to school, Do you find yourself checking out the girl or the guy?” “Do I have to answer?” “Yes, son. I’m trying to help here.” “OK, Dad … I’m checking out the guy. There, now you know, I like men, OK?” “Come closer, son. I think I can help,” Dad said as he leaned into me. He gazed into my eyes and our lips grew closer and closer. Dad’s thick mustache gently brushed against my lips as he gave me a quick peck on the mouth. My dick began to grow. Dad smiled. Suddenly, he grabbed the sides of my skull and savagely pressed his lips hard 54 • Help with Homework

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against mine. Our tongues darted down each other’s throat. Dad released his grip on my head and leaned back into his chair, rolling it away from his desk. He motioned me around his desk as he took off his tie and opened his shirt, revealing the thick, coarse black hair covering his muscled chest and stomach. Dad spread his legs and pulled me closer to him. “Go ahead, Randy, rub your hands all over my chest. I’m glad you like men. Now I can help you with your horniness so you can concentrate on your schoolwork.” Dad smiled as I pressed and rubbed my palm against the thick, black forest that covered his massive chest. I felt his hot skin as the hairs bristled among my fingertips. “Feels good, doesn’t it, son?” “Yeah,” I sighed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was getting it on with my own dad. “Suck on my nipples, son …. They’re getting hard, and I’m getting excited,” Dad suggested as he groped the growing bulge in my jeans. I gently suckled and bit his left nipple. The thick hairs bristled against my face and lips. Dad’s powerful, masculine hands cradled the back of my skull as he gently stroked the back of my head. “That’s the way, son. Daddy will be taking care of that horniness from now on,” Dad cooed into my ear. I suckled on Dad’s hot nipples for a few minutes, squeezing his stiffening crotch through his navy blue dress pants as he groped my crotch. “Strip down, boy!” Dad suddenly instructed as he kicked off his shoes and slid his pants and underwear down his hairy legs. His big, fat, throbbing cock snapped savagely against his tight, hairy gut. He slid his ass to the edge of the chair, and his heavy, hairy, low hangers swung seductively between his thighs. In no time, I was on my knees, naked before him. “Sniff it, lick it, taste it. Suck my cock and hairy balls, and I’ll give ya a dose of man cream. That’ll put hair on your chest,” Dad coaxed. I sniffed his hairy crotch and pressed my face against the thick nest of black hair that surrounded his hot, throbbing manhood. I sucked his bull-sized nuts into my gaping mouth, swirling my tongue around his hairy orbs as he moaned. I released his churning nuts with a pop and slid my tongue up and down the throbbing, thick, veiny shaft Help with Homework • 55

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while I wrapped my hot, steamy mouth over his pulsing, dripping cock-knob. My head bobbed as I sucked feverishly and grasped the base of Dad’s thick cock, squeezing and stroking as I gently tugged on his swinging, churning man-bags. “Keep it up, boy, and Daddy will be feedin’ ya plenty,” Dad moaned. He gently thrust his hairy groin up and down, fucking my mouth. I glanced up at Dad’s face as I sucked. His eyes began to roll upwards and he thrust his head backward. His body tensed. I felt the first hot gush of his man spunk splash against the back of my throat. Dad groaned, “I’m feedin’ ya, boy! Aaahhhh …. Slurp it down!” His horny cock pulsed and pulsed as I gagged and swallowed. But I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Torrents of Dad’s hot cum flooded my throat and began to gush out the sides of my straining mouth. It was a big fuckin’ load! The last hot squirt of creamy daddy cum plastered my gut. Dad let out a loud sigh and slumped gently into the chair. He paused for a few moments, catching his breath, then stood up from the chair, removed his dress shirt, and told me to sit down. “It’s time to get that horniness outta you, boy!” Dad said, dropping to his knees. He began to spit and suck on my cock. “We’re going to see to it you get good grades from now on.” After my cock was wet and shiny with his spit, Dad popped it out of his mouth, turned around and bent over, spreading his hairy butt crack wide with his big, strong hands. “Sniff my ass and eat it! Get it good and slimy, boy … Daddy’s gonna ride that cock of yours!” I leaned forward smelling his sexy, hairy manhole for the first time. I snaked my tongue gently up and down his gaping crack, gently tickling the steamy, black hairs with the tip of my slithering tongue. “Oh, Randy … you’re teasing your daddy. Don’t be shy. Lick Daddy’s rosebud … make me beg for it,” Dad whispered. As I gently touched his quivering rosebud, a shock of sexual energy darted between his steamy asshole and my slippery tongue. “Oh, Randy,” Dad moaned. “Deeper, son, deeper … Gimme the whole length of your fuckin’ tongue. C’mon, boy … I’m beggin’ ya. Eat my fuckin’ ass!” I thrust my tongue deep as I pressed my lips tightly against Dad’s hairy asscrack and munched his hairy butt hole. Dad moaned and Help with Homework • 57

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groaned while I slurped on his sexy, hairy ass and stroked his throbbing, nine-inch cock. Dad stood and swiveled my chair so I was facing the mirrored wall next to the desk. He instructed me to point my cock to the ceiling then turned his back to me, spread his slick, hairy asscrack wide with his strong hands and sat down hard onto my slick, throbbing cock. His hairy buttocks savagely ground against my pubic bush, and his steamy ass ring clamped tightly around the base of my fucking cock. I had never felt anything so hot and slimy against my cock. Dad pulled his hairy manbags upward so we could watch my fat, throbbing cock slide in and out of his fucking manhole while he rode my young, throbbing cock. “Fuck my nasty hole, boy! This is how daddies get that horniness out of their sons, a good ol’ fashioned man-fuck!” Dad groaned as we watched his hot, hairy, sexy body dance up and down my horny cock. His swollen asshole gripped tightly against our thrusts as his curly ass hairs clung gently against my slick, pulsing cock. He rode me like a horny fucking bronco. Dad was in heat! I ran my hands up and down his hot, hairy torso while we both moaned. I admired Dad’s sexy reflection, his handsome face and thick, manly mustache, as he moaned and thrashed about on his only son’s fuckrod. Thrusting and thrusting, Dad rode my cock as the sexual tension escalated between us. My cock began throbbing and tingling. Shit, I wanted this to last, but I was close to blowing my hot load up Dad’s horny shitter. “Aaaahhh …” I moaned as I lost it. My cock squirted deep up Dad’s straining fuckhole as he rode and stroked his pulsing man-cock. “That’s it, boy! Breed my mother-fuckin’ ass!” Dad yelled as we watched my big load ooze out his straining hole. Dad stood up, and my dripping cock swayed and plopped against my smooth stomach. I wiped the sweat from my brow. Dad spun around and stood large and commanding, his cock throbbing and threatening. He paused for a moment as a stern look of lust came over him. His nostrils flared as he glared down at me. Dad was a fuckin’ stud bull in heat. I could only imagine as to what was on his horny mind. Dad reached down, grabbed my ankles, slammed them onto his broad shoulders and slid my ass to the edge of the chair. He bent his muscular, hairy legs and leaned over me, glaring into me eyes. Man, I thought. Dad is gonna fuck me! 58 • Help with Homework

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Dad gripped his dripping, throbbing boy-fucker and pressed his flared, thick cockhead against my virgin shit hole. “Daddy’s gonna fuck the horniness outta ya, boy!” Dad said as he massaged his hot, throbbing cockhead against my boy-cunt. The dripping precum slickened my hole as Dad gently thrust forward. “Dad, you’re too big!” I protested as I strained against his horny man-cock. “I don’t wanna hear any of your lip, boy, ’cause Daddy ain’t gettin’ off of ya ’till he’s done. I’m gonna fuck all that horniness outta ya. Gonna fuck ya all the way through college. Hell, my own father did the same for me. Trust me, Randy. It is the best thing any man can do for his son,” Dad barked. I grimaced as his cockhead popped into my hole. I pressed my hands against his strong, hairy chest and strained against his brutish force. “Relax, son … take it nice and easy. Trust me, you’ll be begging me for more before I’m done,” Dad said in a soft voice as sweat from his brow dripped onto my face. I surrendered to his reasoning. An aura of mutual respect and confidence came over us. Dad paused and looked deep into my eyes, sensing I was ready to go further. He gently slid another inch of his hot, throbbing cock into my hole as it expanded further. “You’re doing just fine, son. Relax your hole and I’ll slide right in.” Dad slowly thrust forward as inch after inch of his throbbing boy-fucker gently slid balls deep up his son’s virgin fuck-hole. Dad wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, my ass impaled on his thick cock. He placed me down onto the padded bench beneath the window. He pressed his sweaty, hairy body against me. His hairy, churning bull balls draped heavily against my smooth buttocks. I wrapped my legs around the base of his muscular back as my straining hole became accustomed to his fatherly manhood. Dad pressed his lips against mine. Our tongues darted deep down each other’s throat. Dad slowly, gently, began to thrust his thick, throbbing daddy-cock in and out of my expanding fuck-hole, cock and tongues thrusting in and out. He was fucking me with the cock that made me. Dad was right. I begged for more. “Ohh … Dad,” I whispered as his slow thrusts massaged my hungry hole. Help with Homework • 59

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“Randy, your hole feels so good around my fuckin’ cock … Damn there’s nothing better than fuckin’ my boy,” Dad groaned. Long, deep strokes massaged my hole as my throbbing cock rubbed against Dad’s tight, hairy belly, slick with his sweat and ass slime. We kissed and fucked and moaned and fucked and fucked and fucked! “You’re gonna bring me a good report card next time, right?” Dad whispered into my ear. “You know it, Dad,” I moaned as he began to thrust harder. Dad pumped and pumped my ass. His hairy, sweaty, groin made a popping noise against my butt as his swinging balls savagely spanked my upturned ass. Dad pounded my ass with the full weight and strength of his manly, hairy body. He bred me like a fucking stud bull. Heaving and panting, he sweated all over me, his savage cock spreading my ass wide open! “Harder, Dad, harder!” I screamed as he pummeled my smoking hole. His hairy balls spanked my ass with each thrust, his hairy ass pumping and pumping. “This is what bad boys get when they bring home bad report cards – Dad’s fucking cock up their fucking ass!” Dad huffed. “Nasty, fuckin’ boy likes his daddy’s cock … Daddy’s nasty fuck-boy!” Dad thrust deep. My hole clamped tight around the throbbing base of his cock. My cock tingled against the friction of his hairy stomach, causing me to blast my load up between our chests. Dad roared, the veins in his neck popped, as his cock pulsed and throbbed his mancream up my ass for the first time, burning my shitter with his hot load. His slick cum oozed out my ass and down his balls. As our mind blowing spasms subsided, Dad sighed loudly and collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap. The stench of hot, sweaty sex permeated the room. Dad rolled off of me and lay on his back, flat on the floor. I rolled to my side on the bench, admired the sexy, hairy beast, and watched as his big, powerful, glistening cock slowly deflated. After a few minutes Dad stood up and yanked me off the bench. He gave me a playful swat on the ass as we headed to the shower. “From now on, son, if you need help with your homework, you just let me know.” I have the best dad in the world! 60 • Help with Homework

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Meeting Charlie by Rick Horsmann It’s a warm, still night, and I’m lying on my bed, letting the ceiling fan wick the sweat from my naked body. My “son” Charlie is lying nestled by my side, his handsome, buzz cut head resting on my chest and his ever present boner pressed against my hip. In response to the pressure of his cock and the sensation of his breath as it tickles my erect nipples, my own cock hardens with anticipation. Charlie loves it when I rouse him from sleep in the middle of the night to take control of his body, and in a short while, I intend to do just that. Right now, though, I’m remembering how we first met, almost ten years ago. It was a warm, summer’s night, much like this one, and my ancient Rottweiler had decided that his bladder urgently needed emptying before his usual morning walk. The clock showed the time to be a little past 2:00 AM as I stumbled out of bed and pulled on a pair of old, ragged cutoffs. I usually just wore these particular shorts around the house, since they’d become sufficiently frayed to expose my cock and balls with almost any movement. I stuffed my semihard cock and heavy ball sack into the skimpy shorts and didn’t bother to readjust them when my cock slid into view beneath the frayed hem of one leg. I lived on a quiet street in a quiet community, and I figured that it’d be unlikely that I’d run into anyone at that time of the morning. I soon realized that I’d been mistaken. I’d wandered only fifty feet from my door, when a bicyclist appeared, coming toward me. I was waiting for my dog to finish emptying his bladder and was directly under a street light, so it was impossible to make myself less obvious. My cock remained exposed, and the head and half the shaft was easily visible as it lay along my thigh. The bicyclist came closer, and I attempted to turn to face away from the street. But he obviously caught a view of my equipment, giving me a broad grin and a thumbs up sign as he sped past. I thought that this would be the end of my embarrassment, but after jamming on his brakes, the kid on the bike turned sharply and headed back towards me, hitting the brakes again as he reached the place where I stood. I was attempting to cover my exposed cock with one hand and restrain the dog with the other, but the old hound kept trying to jump up and lick the kid’s face. I needed to use both hands to control him, leaving my cockhead and half the shaft in plain sight. The boy took it all in as he dismounted his bike and stooped down to pet the dog, putting his face at the same level as my crotch. “Fuck, that’s hot! he Meeting Charlie • 61

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smiled, looking up at me. “I’d love to take that piece of meat down my throat tonight!” I was turned on by the kid’s brazen suggestion, but at the same time, disturbed that a young man was out roaming the streets so late at night, especially if he was looking for sex with strangers. The boy was wearing only sneakers and a pair of tightly fitting biking shorts. His body was lean and defined, but still gawky and I could easily envision the wrong sort of person overpowering him and doing some real damage. “What are you doing out,” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be at home? Aren’t your parents going to worry?” The kid’s face clouded over before he responded. “Mom and Dad fight all the time. I hate it at home. Anyway, right now Dad’s passed out on the sofa from too much booze and Mom’s zonked on sleeping pills. The only way I can stay sane is to sneak out and ride the hell outta my bike.” “What about school tomorrow?” I asked. “School sucks,” was the reply. “My parents have degrees coming outta their asses and look where it got them. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that shit, I wanna suck your dick!” The boy turned his attention from my face to my crotch and reached forward to finger the steel ring that protruded from my piss slit. “Fuck, that’s hot! That’s a PA, right? I want one of those. Get the rest of your cock out for me, mister, please!” Since the boy seemed so focused on my dick, I relented and unbuttoned my shorts, working my now erect meat out into the open. My cock is a little unusual: some guys have been disgusted by it, some have described it as “a weapon”, and others have been totally turned on. In addition to my PA, I’ve got a large ring that completely encircles the thick shaft just behind the flare of my cockhead and pierces the frenum. As if that weren’t enough, a row of six barbells pierces the underside of my dick, and to top it all off, a third ring runs through the skin of my ball sack where it meets the base of my dick. I figured if this kid was as horny as he claimed, my dick’s appearance wouldn’t faze him. The boy reached forward to grasp my cock, pulling the foreskin back and revealing the metal decorating my meat. “Oh, fuck, mister, that’s so awesome. I want the fucker down my throat and up my ass!” Before I could stop him, the kid opened his mouth and took half my cock into the hot, wet cavity. I leaned against the lamp pole, fully 62 • Meeting Charlie

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exposed, but too consumed by lust to care if we were seen. The boy quickly worked the rest of my meat into his gullet and began to massage the entire mass with his tongue and throat muscles. I grabbed his head and began to fuck his face. Despite the metal decorating my stiff meat, the kid’s technique was superb, and I began to slam my cock down his throat with total abandon. Undaunted, the boy continued to nurse my pole, and within a few minutes, my cum was flooding over his tongue and into his belly. I continued to pump my load into the boy’s mouth as he worked my throbbing meat with his lips and tongue. Finally, drained and limp, I pulled free of the kid’s face, and bending carefully, afraid that I was going to fall on my face, I pulled up my shorts. The boy got to his feet and it was easy to make out the outline of a plump pair of balls and stiff, six or seven inch dick under the tight spandex. A dark spot had formed in the material overlying the head of the kid’s cock, and I wanted desperately to put my fingers and lips on the source of the growing stain. I reached forward, pressed my palm against the warm bulge, and looked the kid in the eyes. “Let’s go inside, son. We still need to get you off and I’m usually good for a second load.” The boy nodded his consent and grabbed his bicycle as I retrieved the dog’s leash. The three of us returned to my house, and after locking the gate to protect the kid’s bike, I opened the front door and motioned him inside. Wordlessly, we both stripped out of our scant clothing, and we quickly found ourselves locked in a lip-bruising, lust-filled kiss. I ran my hands down the boy’s back and over his incredibly hard butt, grazing the light coating of hair that was beginning to cover his sculpted cheeks. At the same time, the kid buried his fingers in my thick chest pelt and pressed the tips of his digits into the flesh of my pecs. I moved one hand to explore the boy’s crotch, massaging and rubbing his thick, blunt-headed cock. We broke our kiss and I whispered a question: “How do you like to cum, boy? Tell me what to do, and I swear that I’ll do it for you!” The kid smiled as he considered his answer. “Usually, I just jack off, and sometimes, if I’m really horny, I can shoot just by playing with my nips!” I grabbed one plump, erect nipple with my fingers and twisted the brown nub. “Like this?” I asked sadistically. The boy squirmed with pleasure, grinding his crotch against mine and digging his fingers into my chest. “Fuck, yes!” he groaned. To Meeting Charlie • 63

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my surprise, however, he reached up to pull my hand from his nipple. Observing my confusion, the boy quickly explained his actions. “But tonight I wanna shoot with your dick in my hole. You said you were good for another load. I want that load in my gut!” “Only if we use a rubber,” I replied. “You can eat my sperm outta the condom when we’re done. OK?” The kid nodded sheepishly. “One other thing, mister,” he asked, “can I call you ‘daddy’ while you fuck me?” “Sure, kid,” I smiled, “that’s safe enough, and to tell you the truth, it’d be a turn on for me, too. But seeing that you’re gonna be my son for the night, it’d be nice to know your name.” “Sure, Dad,” the kid replied. “My name’s Charlie.” I led the boy into the back of the house, down a dark hallway to my bedroom. The street light gave off enough illumination for us to see each other, and I directed him to lie on his back with his knees pulled to his chest, exposing his pink asshole. Slowly and deliberately, I gathered my supplies: grease, a couple of extra large condoms, and a bottle of poppers. I kneeled between the boy’s legs, giving him an easy view of my hard cock as I greased it up and slid the condom over its pierced body. The rubber was loose enough to move over my metal without tearing, and it would give us both maximum sensation. I snagged some more grease from the tub and began to work my index finger into the boy’s hole. Charlie’s ass ring was incredibly tight, and I had to push and twist my finger firmly to muscle past the hot, moist ring and into the boy’s gut. Once my finger was fully embedded in the boy’s rectum, he began to fuck himself on it, moaning and groaning with apparent delight. “Oh, God, Daddy, that feels so good! Yeah, Dad, get me ready to take your cock. Stretch my hole, Daddy, but be gentle, please!” I inserted a second and then a third finger into the kid’s hole. Each digit slid in more smoothly than its predecessor, and soon I had all five fingers deeply buried in the boy’s ass. The kid was growing wilder by the minute, writhing and panting as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper into his guts. “Give me your dick, Daddy! Please, sir! Slide that big, pierced piece of meat inside me. I need to feel all of it in my hole.” I’d been fantasizing about pushing the rest of my hand into Charlie’s ass, but I’d made a promise, so, reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from the boy’s hole and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to his 64 • Meeting Charlie

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gut, manipulating my PA though the condom to avoid snagging him on the way in. As I began to press down and forward, the boy cried out, this time in obvious pain. “Fuck, I can’t take it! Your cock’s too big, Dad! Please, don’t fuck me any more! I know that I said I wanted it, but I can’t do it!” Keeping my cockhead pressed against the boy’s hole I reached for the poppers, and unscrewing the cap, placed them under the boy’s flaring nostrils. “Take a short sniff, son. That’s it, now lean back and relax. You’re gonna feel your ass open up to my cock. It’s gonna feel like nothing you’ve ever felt before.” Charlie inhaled from the bottle and lay back onto the sheets. As the poppers took effect, I pushed my cock against the boy’s sphincter and easily gained entrance to his hole. I concentrated on moving slowly, letting the boy feel every bump of every ring and barbell as my meat pressed deeper and deeper into his gut. Under the influence of the poppers, the kid grabbed my furry ass and pulled himself onto my erect meat, impatient to be full of my pierced cock. I felt my pubes rub against Charlie’s butt as my entire erection slid home. I gave the kid another hit of poppers and took one myself, intending to powerfuck his hole until we both shot, but the boy had other ideas. “Give me more, Daddy!” he moaned. “I need more of you inside me!” “That’s all there is, son,” I replied. My head was swimming with lust and my cock felt like it was twice as big as normal. “My whole cock’s in your ass!” “Then shove your balls inside me, Dad! Fuck my ass with those big daddyballs and your cock!” The boy’s reply shocked the hell outta me, but, the poppers were having their intended effect and I was more than willing to try to satisfy his demand. Holding my ball sack by its base, I used the thumb and forefinger of my other hand to stretch the boy’s sphincter even further. Then, pressing my hips against his butt, I slid one and then the other nut past the tight ring and into the kid’s hot cunt. Now that my cock and nuts were contained in Charlie’s rectum, I was in heaven. I didn’t want any of my meat to slide free of the boy’s hot, wet pussy while I fucked him. “Clamp down tight on my meat, son,” I growled. “I’m gonna screw you hard, and if you let me slide out, I may not be able to get back in.” Meeting Charlie • 65

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Charlie nodded his understanding and tightened his butt muscles around the base of my cock and balls as I began to push and pull them against the velvety lining of his hole. As my fuck picked up force, and I was sure that I wouldn’t pop out, I grabbed his cock with one hand and began jacking it in time with my thrusts. The boy’s six inch erection was amazingly thick. I’ve got relatively large hands, and I was about an inch shy of being able to completely encircle the shaft with my fingers. Charlie’s dickhead was smallish and bluntly tapered, but his piss slit was large and gaping, and right then, leaking generous amounts of sticky precum. Charlie began to pant and moan as he approached climax. In between groans he told me what he needed. “Grab my nipples, Dad. Work ’em hard and make me shoot. Use both your hands on my chest, please!” I released my grip on the boy’s cock and reached for his plump, engorged tits. I began by running my thumbs over the sensitive tips, then, grasping the nubs between my fingers, I pulled and pinched them as the kid went wild on my cock. “I’m close, Daddy! Work those nips harder, please! Don’t be afraid of hurting me! I can take it!” Pushing my cock and balls as deeply as possible into Charlie’s hot hole, I dug my fingernails into the soft flesh of his nipples and pulled them taut, stretching them to their maximum limit. True to his word, the boy began to spew thick, creamy cum onto his smooth, tight belly, each spurt larger than the last. The smell of the boy’s spunk filled the air around us and his ass ring clamped down hard around the root of my dick and balls. As Charlie finished emptying his juices over his own body, my cum began to jet from my cock, filling the rubber with my sperm. Coming down from his sexhigh, the boy grabbed my hands, begging me to release his nipples and I did so, emptying the last of my cream into the thin latex sack separating my overheated cock from his gut. As my cock began to soften and as Charlie’s sphincter relaxed, my balls slid out of the boy’s hole, one at a time, followed by my spent dick. I peeled the condom from my rod, taking care to keep the contents intact, and true to my word, I offered the warm liquid to the boy lying panting on my bed, his chest and belly soaked with his own cum. Charlie opened his mouth and protruded his tongue, his eyes fixed on the cream-filled rubber as I held it over his lips. Milking the warm latex from the tip on down, I drained my sperm onto the boy’s 66 • Meeting Charlie

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tongue. Charlie waited until I’d emptied all of my jizz into his mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied look on his face. I discarded the rubber and lay down on my back, my thigh pressed against Charlie’s side. The kid rolled toward me to cradle his head on my chest and quickly fell asleep. Hours later, as the sun began to rise and light up my bedroom, I woke up to find Charlie lying on top of me, his stiff dick pressed against my cock and balls. Wordlessly, his gaze boring into my eyes, he began to hump my crotch. As his breathing became fast and shallow, I slid my fingers between his clenching asscheeks and slipped two of them into his moist hole. The boy groaned in response and shot a second, generously proportioned cumload onto my dick and lower belly, soaking me with his hot juice. Slowly, he raised his body from mine and pressed his lips to my open mouth, letting his spit, still flavored with my cum drool onto my tongue. I swallowed his offering greedily as he pulled his lips from mine. “I’ve gotta go, Dad, but I want you to know one thing. You’re the first guy to ever fuck me.” I found it hard to believe that the boy’s virgin ass would accommodate my thick, pierced cock and sperm-heavy balls, but his expression was so serious that I could only assume he was sincere. “Fuck, son, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Anytime you need to chill out, you come here, OK? No more roaming the streets in the middle of the night.” “Yes, sir,” he promised. “I think I’m gonna like chilling here.” From that day on, Charlie came to my house almost every day, weekends included. His parents believed that I was a tutor, and to tell the truth, the boy graduated from high school largely due to my help. Of course, our tutoring sessions were always capped off by several hours of intense daddy-son sex. After graduation, Charlie moved out of his parents’ home and into mine and he’s been here ever since. It’s now 4:00 AM and I can hear familiar footsteps followed by the creak of my front gate as the newsboy prepares to deliver our paper. The kid’s been peeking into our windows almost every morning for at least two weeks. He’s pretty hot: short, but solidly built, with bright red hair, green eyes, and a strong jaw. I roll Charlie onto his belly and pull his hairy thighs apart, drooling in anticipation of eating my “son’s” musky ass. This morning, we’re gonna give the paperboy exactly what he’s been looking for. Meeting Charlie • 67

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Speeding Ticket by William Joste I have to admit I knew that I was going too fast, but I couldn’t help myself. Dad had given me a new Mustang for my birthday, and it was such a sweet car. It needed to be driven fast. Besides, I was on a virtually deserted country road. I hadn’t passed another car for miles. I figured there couldn’t really be any harm in seeing how fast my new car would really go. But when I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror, I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t even imagine where the police car had come from. He must have been hiding back in some bushes, because I certainly never saw him as I drove past. Initially, it crossed my mind to see if I could outrun the cop. But I gave that up as a stupid idea pretty quickly. That didn’t even work in the movies. So I slowed down and pulled my car over to the side of the road. The police cruiser pulled up behind me with it’s lights still flashing. I waited in the car, glancing in my rearview mirror every few seconds to see if the cop had gotten out of his car yet. Pretty soon, I saw him heading toward me. In the mirror, I could see he was about my father’s age, balding, but in really good shape. As he came up even with my car window, I noticed that the crotch of his khaki uniform pants was packed with what must be some big, thick meat. He was the kind of guy that I wished I had met under different circumstances. I rolled the window down, and he bent over and put his face inside. “Son, I’m not even gonna ask you if you know why I stopped you. There’s no way you couldn’t know you were speeding. Do you know what the speed limit is on this road?” “Uh … fifty-five?” I answered. “That’s right,” he drawled, “fifty-five. Now you wanna explain why you were going better than eighty?” His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath against my cheek. I knew I was in serious trouble – not only with the policeman, but with my dad if I came home with a speeding ticket – but apparently my dick didn’t know about the trouble I was in. It chose this moment to start getting hard in my pants. I shifted in my seat a little, trying to make it less obvious as I answered the policeman, “Uh … I guess I just wanted to see how fast it would go.” “Uh-huh,” the cop said. “New car, huh?” I nodded. 70 • Speeding Ticket

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“You earn the money to buy it or was it given to you?” “My dad bought it for me,” I answered. “Figures. You little punks are all alike. Daddy buys you a brand new toy, then you see how fast you can take it out and wreck it.” He stood up for a minute, and his crotch was back at my eye level. Either I was imagining things or his package was filling out just like mine was. He leaned back into the window. “You think your daddy’d be happy if you came home with a speeding ticket for going eighty-seven in a fifty-five mile an hour zone?” “No, sir,” I answered. “He’d be plenty pissed off.” “Well, I’m gonna give you a chance to get out of a ticket, if you’re up for it – and it looks to me like you are,” he said, glancing down at my crotch. “I want you to get out of your car, strip down, put your clothes in the back of my car and follow me.” Despite the fact that I found this cop extremely hot, I was a little nervous about doing as he said. Chances were he was going to let me fuck my way out of the speeding ticket, but there was also a chance that he was going to drag me back into the bushes and beat the hell out of me. I decided to take my chances. After all, if I came home with a speeding ticket, Dad would beat the hell out of me anyway. When I was naked and my clothes stowed in the back seat of his cruiser, I followed him back into the trees that lined the road. We hadn’t gone far when he told me to stop. Then I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. Mentally, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was sex he wanted, not violence. I turned around to face him, my cock standing straight up from the base of my belly. He had opened his shirt and pants. His cock was in the same condition as mine, but his was much fatter. “Bend over,” he told me. Shit, I thought. Unless he’s got some lube hidden back here in the woods, I’m never gonna be able to take that rail-splitter of his! He walked up behind me and I heard him spit on one of his fingers. He shoved a finger up my butt, and said, “Nice. Tight. But I think we’d best leave that for another time. I ain’t got time to pop a cherry today. That’s gonna take some work. I guess I’ll just pop a quick load down your throat.” As I stood up, I watched him lie down on the ground, propping himself up on his elbows and making himself comfortable. When he Speeding Ticket • 71

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