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Letters Dad Likes to Watch by Big Al Raising Kenny Right by Rick Horsmann Jimmy’s Uncle Ron by Lewis Corda I Caught Him by Peter Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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Dad Likes to Watch by Big Al There I was at my usual Friday after work haunt, the back room of the local adult bookstore, with my pulsing cock squirting a big cumload down some cocksucker’s throat. As I pulled out, my last two blasts splattered thick, pearly ropes of cum all over his face. I pushed the fucker away and stuffed my deflating man-meat into my piss-stained briefs before zipping my pants. As I dashed out the front door of the bookstore, I grabbed a local adult entertainment newspaper from the metal rack standing next to the door. When I got home, I put a frozen pizza into the oven, popped open a cold beer, and sat at the table, tugging my crotch as I thought about the cocksucker I had just plastered. I was still horny, damn it; I needed to fuck some ass. I flipped to the “Men Seeking Men” personal ads section of the adult paper. It was filled with the usual ads, except for one in particular that caught my eye. It read: DAD LIKES TO WATCH

Attractive father/son team looking for handsome, fit, hairy, middle-aged man with big cock for adult fun. Call Conrad, weekdays after 5:00 P.M.

The ad intrigued me. I had never seen anything like it before. My curiosity got the best of me, and I dialed the number. “Hello,” a deep voice answered. “Hi, my name is Wes, and I’m calling in response to your personal ad.” “Hey buddy, I’m glad to hear from you. My son and I weren’t expecting such a quick response to our ad. I guess it’s like they say, it pays to advertise!” the friendly voice responded. “I have to admit your ad is unusual,” I replied. “Let me explain,” Conrad laughed. “I like to watch my son get fucked by other men. We’re always looking for new fuck buddies. In the past year, a couple of our usual guys moved out of town, so we’re looking for some attractive, fun loving men. I only introduce my son to men I can trust; I don’t just bring any Joe into the house unless I like his character. So, Wes, what’s your story? Are you game?” “I have to admit, I’m getting hard just thinking about it!” I replied enthusiastically. “Wes, tell me about yourself.” “What would you like to know?” 6 • Dad Likes to Watch

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“Pretend I’m looking at you bare-assed naked. What am I seeing? How big is your cock?” “Well, Conrad, I have a slender, muscular build, dark, hairy chest, buffed forearms, legs, ass and a big, eight-by-six ass rammer, with heavy, swinging bull nuts.” “Facial hair?” “A big black goatee.” “Wes, you’re giving me a hardon! I think my son would like you. I’d like to meet you on a one-to-one basis at the Fox Tavern out on old route 36, say about ten o’clock tonight?” “I’ll be there.” “Great, I’ll be sitting at one of the high-top tables toward the back of the tavern. I’ll be the guy with the salt & pepper beard and a red plaid flannel shirt.” “I’ll look for ya, Conrad!” “See ya then, Wes.” Click. §

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I arrived at the tavern at ten, and Conrad was already there. He had a stocky, muscular build, handsome face and thick tufts of gray and black billowing out the top of his shirt. He was fucking hot. We shot the breeze over a couple beers as he told me more about himself and his son and he learned more about me. We clicked like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. “Wes, I think you’re a great guy, I know my son would like to meet you. I have a van parked out in the far corner of the parking lot. What do you say we head out there and get better acquainted?” “Sounds great!” Conrad unlocked the back doors of his old rusty van, and we hopped inside, locking the doors behind us. He flipped a switch on the dash to turn on the dome light which illuminated an old, cumstained mattress lying on the floor. I dropped to my knees as he sat and pulled off his boots, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his jeans and dirty, gray jockstrap. Conrad threw his muscular, hairy legs wide into the air, exposing his hairy butt crack. His big nuts draped halfway down his hairy valley as his thick, nine-inch cock dripped onto his furry belly. Dad Likes to Watch • 7

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“Nobody fucks my boy until they’ve fucked me. I wanna make sure you have what it takes to make my son happy. Get on me motherfucker. Take me for a ride!” Conrad snapped. I tore my shirt off, struggling as I yanked my pants and briefs down around my ankles, kicking them off with my shoes, and positioning myself above this horny fucker. I savagely cranked my fat cock to its full glory as I slapped his hairy, hanging man-bags up onto his cockshaft. I spat a big wad of spit onto Conrad’s twitching, steamy man-cunt. Then I took aim and crammed my big fucker halfway up his sweaty fuckhole. “How does your boy like it?” I groaned. “Shove it all the way in. My boy likes it deep and rough. I wanna feel your big fuckin’ man-bags smackin’ my fuckin’ ass. I want you to ram my fuckin’ ass till my head is slamming into the dashboard! Slam my fuckin’ ass and show me the man you are. I don’t want ya disappointing my boy!” I slammed his ankles against my broad shoulders as I crammed his man-cunt. My heavy cream-bags smacked against his upturned buttocks. I extended my legs straight outwards and assumed the pushup position. I cranked his ass full bore with the weight of my entire body, pounding and pounding, my swinging, hairy balls smacking against his straining buttocks. “Is this how your boy likes it, fucker? Am I man enough now?” I barked as I pounded Conrad’s ass into the stinking, cum-stained mattress. “Is your boy a man-whore like his daddy?” “Oh, man! We like it dirty … keep talking dirty, fucker!” Conrad smiled as he braced himself against my savage ass-rammer and twisted my hard, hairy nipples. “Fuck me, ya horny bastard! Crank my fucking man-cunt wide open … Just like my boy likes it … deep … and … hard!” Conrad coached as he struggled against my pounding flesh. The old van grew hot and steamy, and the springs creaked and bounced from our savage man-fuck. “Don’t worry, fucker … I’ll keep your boy-whore fucked till he can’t walk straight.” I huffed and pounded as my sweat dripped onto Conrad’s sexy, hot torso. “C’mon, fucker … cream my fuckin’ man-hole … I wanna feel your hot cum oozing outta me! FUCK MY HAIRY ASS!” We were silent, but the springs creaked in the background as we huffed and struggled in our hot man-fuck. We fucked and fucked, my 8 • Dad Likes to Watch

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slimy, throbbing cock sliding in and out, glistening in the dim light. My thick crotch hairs matted flat into my thrusting, sweaty groin. Pounding and pounding, I was getting close. My cock tingled. I was ready to breed the fuckin’ bastard. “Ohhh … yeaaahhh … creamin’ ya, fucker!” I hissed as thick ropes of steamy cum flooded Conrad’s fuckin’ guts. My balls pressed tight against his hairy, sweaty buttocks, as a rush of my hot cum oozed out his swollen fuckhole and trickled down my pulsing shaft. “I can feel it, man … I can feel your hot cum up my ass … fuck, there’s nothing better!” Conrad groaned as he stroked his throbbing cock and flooded his belly with thick ropes of steamy cream. I collapsed on top of Conrad, our sweaty, hairy bodies stuck together in his cummy mess as our lips savagely locked for the first time. Our tongues darted deep down each other’s throat. We kissed for a few moments, then I rolled off Conrad so we could catch our breath. As I began to get dressed, Conrad struggled in his pants pocket for his wallet. My cum load was still dripping from his ass as he gave me his card. “This is my home address. Be there tomorrow at 8:00 PM. I know my son Joey is going to like you,” Conrad smiled as I tucked my shirt in my pants and hopped out of the van. §

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I pulled into the driveway of a house in one of the neighborhoods near downtown. Just as I raised my fist to knock on the door, it swung open. “Wes! Glad you could make it!” Conrad smiled, ushering me into the house and closing the door. He was wearing a tight, white V-neck t-shirt; showing his hairy chest proudly. His old, graying jockstrap pouch strained and stretched obscenely trying to contain the contents of Conrad’s semi-hard dick. His piss-slit peeked out a small hole of the tattered pouch as his hairy balls hung seductively out the side. A thick, chrome cockring gleamed at the base of his sexy manhood. “Joey! Wes is here!” Conrad shouted to the back of the house. “I’ve told Joey all about you. He’s excited to meet you,” he explained as his son bounded into the room. My jaw dropped as the sexy young man appeared before us in the raw. He was the spittin’ image of his handsome, humpy father. He had short cropped hair and a flashing white smile. His big dick and balls Dad Likes to Watch • 9

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were just like dad’s, framed in a thick forest of black hair. In time he would be the same kind of sexy, hairy beast his father was. And he had the most fuckable bubble-butt I had ever laid eyes on. Conrad introduced us. “Wes, this is my son, Joey. Joey, this is Wes.” “I’m honored to meet you, Joey,” I said as we shook hands. Joey had a good, strong grip. As our eyes met, my dick began to stir. Conrad and I left a trail of clothing in the hall as he led us to a room towards the back of the house. “This is our playroom, Wes. You like it?” Conrad asked as he opened the door. The room had several benches of different widths and heights covered in padded black leather. Two of the walls were mirrored. “Impressive.” I smiled as I scanned the room. Images of our nude bodies reflected in the mirrors. “What do ya think, Joey? He’s a hot one, eh?” Conrad quizzed his son. “Whew, Dad … he is fucking hot! I can’t wait for you to see me take his big cock up my ass,” Joey replied as his eyes locked on my twitching cock and my full, egg-sized balls. “You both get acquainted while I watch.” Conrad instructed as he slouched in a black padded chair and began to stroke his big, hairy daddy-dick. Joey dropped to his knees and gently fondled my hairy man-bags, bouncing them gently in his sweaty palm. I had had sex with plenty of young men before, but never in front of their fathers. This was going to be one hot scene, and I was confident I could perform to their expectations. Conrad watched intently as he stroked, and soon he rose from his chair to stand next to me, his rock-hard cock in his fist. Joey smacked my balls gently as they playfully swung between my hairy thighs. I spread my feet further apart. “This man has enough cum to flood the Mississippi, son,” Conrad commented as he smiled down at his son. Joey’s left hand bristled over my hairy torso. He fondled my manhood as Conrad looked on. Conrad began twisting and pulling my hardening nipples with his strong fingers as I reached down and stroked his strong, impressive boy-fucker. Our lips gently pressed together as I felt Joey’s hot breath on my dripping cockhead. His wet, hot lips wrapped seductively over my knob and gently slid to the base of my rock hard cock. His nose was buried deep in the steamy stench of my thick crotch hair. My 10 • Dad Likes to Watch

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low-hangers swung seductively just below his chin. His hot breath swirled out his flared nostrils through my curly cockhair. “Bend over that bench, son. Daddy wants to watch you get fucked,” Conrad’s voice commanded as he broke our kiss. Joey bent over the padded leather bench as his father instructed. Conrad knelt next to him and instructed me to step behind his son. “I want this to start slow, Wes,” Conrad instructed as he spit on my stiff cock and stroked it to full ass-ramming strength. My cock throbbed hard and proud, as a thick strand of precum drooled to the floor. Conrad spread his son’s asscrack wide, exposing the black, curly hairs that surrounded his experienced boy-cunt. His hole winked at us as Conrad spat a big wad onto his twitching hole. “Wes, I want you to pop your big cockhead just inside his hole and hold it steady. I want to admire your cock stuck up my boy’s hole.” I grasped the base of my rock-hard boy fucker as I stepped closer, pressing my dripping head against Joey’s barrier. It popped in with a snap. Joey grimaced as his hot hole stretched and clamped and strained against my invading ass fucker. “Joey, this is fucking hot!” Conrad groaned as I stretched his son’s asscrack wider to catch a better glimpse of my cock up his boy’s ass. “Dad, this feels great … his cockhead is the fattest I’ve ever had,” Joey moaned. Conrad released his grip on his son’s buttocks, and repositioned himself so that his face was between my legs. He seductively swirled his slick tongue around Joey’s trembling anus and my overheated shaft. It was all I could do to keep from blowing my wad. Conrad opened his mouth wide. I felt his hot breath on my sweating scrotum as his wet lips clamped around my man-bags near the base of my cock. His tongue swirled my heavy nuts in the tight confines of his steamy orifice. Conrad’s mouth pulled and strained on my churning nuts in a pleasurable pain. “Suck my fuckin’ nuts. Stretch ’em till they’re draggin’ on the floor, motherfucker.” I groaned. My balls popped out of Conrad’s hot mouth, the hair all matted against my wrinkled scrotum. Saliva dribbled onto Conrad’s sexy beard. “Ha! Ya like it rough, fucker?” Conrad quizzed as he smacked my swingers with the back of his hand. My balls cooled as they swung in the air. Smack, smack, smack. My balls swung between my hairy Dad Likes to Watch • 11

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thighs as the erotic pain pierced up to my groin and throbbing cock. My balls swung gently and trembled as the smacking stopped. “Slide it in nice and slow,” Conrad coached. “Gonna watch ya fuck my boy.” I inched my way up Joey’s steaming shitter. He moaned as I felt my throbbing mancock slide into the hot velvety sheath that was his hole. Ball’s deep, I pierced his straining ass. “Bull’s eye!” Conrad stated as he watched from below, stroking his dripping daddy-cock. As Conrad instructed, I slowly I pumped his son’s ass. In and out, in and out, balls swinging in the breeze. “Dad, watch me take this bastard’s fuckin’ cock. I’m a fuckin’ whore for the men you bring home!” Joey grunted as he braced himself against my strengthening thrusts. “Make Daddy proud, son. I like watching nasty fuckers breed my boy. Make me proud, then I’m gonna fuck his cum right outta your shit hole!” Conrad boasted. I pummeled Joey’s ass harder and harder, listening to their nasty banter as Conrad jumped up behind me and spread my hairy ass wide open. He spat a big gob of spit on my sweaty, hairy man-hole. Suddenly I felt his steely, throbbing cock pierce my fuckhole in one savage, painful blow. He slid balls-deep up my shitter as my groin smacked hard against Joey’s hot fuckhole. My ass stretched in pain and pleasure as waves of erotic shocks pulsed from my abused anus, through my tortured balls and up my throbbing cockhead, bringing me to the brink. I almost passed out. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and a deep, almost silent groan belched from my convulsing gut. My cock pulsed and pulsed as I pumped my skanky man-load up Joey’s creamy cunt! My strong, hairy body convulsed and shuddered as my hot man-cum oozed and dripped out of Joey’s sweaty asshole, down my hairy, draining balls. Conrad popped his cock out of my ass as I dismounted, stumbled and slumped into a nearby chair. My heart raced as I tried to recover from my intense orgasm. Then Conrad mounted his son and pumped him with reckless abandon. “Daddy’s nasty boy getting fucked. You like getting fucked by the hairy bastards Daddy brings home, don’t ya, boy? Don’t you?” Conrad bellowed as he fucked Joey’s ass hard. “Creamed your cunt, didn’t he, boy? He flooded your ass with his cum. I know he did, I can feel it 12 • Dad Likes to Watch

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dripping out your fuckin’ asshole onto my fuckin’ balls … I’m gonna cream your ass! Gonna breed ya all over again! I’m makin’ you mine; makin’ you ….” Conrad’s voice trailed off as he fucked his son like a savage beast, grunting and cussing as Joey braced himself against Conrad’s savage love. Conrad humped his son as I watched the hot fuck scene unfold before me. I had never witnessed anything so hot and savage. A man fucking his own son, dominating him with his sexual power and prowess as his son begged for more. And he was secure enough in his relationship with his sexy offspring to bring hot men like me into their savage sex-play. I wished I had fathered my own son. But maybe … just maybe …. I began to fantasize about my own father. Maybe I could bring him along next time … maybe dad could watch as Conrad fucked my ass … maybe … a possibility … I dreamed as Conrad’s ass slamming and cussing faded into the background of my devious mind.

Raising Kenny Right by Rick Horsmann My son Kenny had been physically and sexually precocious since he was nine or ten years old. Even then, years prior to the time most boys reach puberty, my son had shown almost constant interest in women’s breasts and butts. If my wife had female friends over for tea or cards, he’d seat himself on the floor, trying to see up their skirts while groping himself. My son had a physique that was also advanced. By the time he was twelve, his body was muscular and tightly sculpted, although he was short for his age. We’d taken the kid to several specialists, but no one seemed to know what to do, other than telling us that he’d “grow out of it.” But Kenny didn’t grow out of his obsession with sex or his own dick, and eventually, unable to control her son or adjust to his increasingly aggressive sexual behavior, my wife left us. Kenny was handsome as well as muscular, and by the time he was in high school, he was dating girls several years older. His reason, of course, was that they’d “put out”, whereas girls his own age were still “pretty clueless” regarding sex. My son was, by his own admission, fucking four or five different girls a week, and if I hadn’t been getting frequent action myself, I’d have been jealous. I was, however, a little jealous of his dick and balls. My son had a cock that any man Raising Kenny Right • 13

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would have envied: nine inches long, beer can thick, with big, heavy balls to balance its length and girth. The boy was proud of his endowment and build, and after his mother fled, he’d often parade around the house naked, his erect cock bobbing between his thick, muscular thighs. I thought that I could deal with my son’s intense sexual energy. After all, his grades were good and he managed to stay out of trouble, despite being the neighborhood stud. I lost it, however, one day when Kenny described his fuck from the previous night. I was sitting at breakfast on a sunny, hot Saturday morning. My cocky son strolled in naked, his stiff meat waving in the breeze and a smug look on his face that told me that he’d scored the night before. “Have a good time last night?” I asked. “Oh, man, it was awesome!” came the reply. “Darcy’d never been fucked before, so I got to bust her cherry. I plowed her good, Dad! Fucked her so hard that I made her cry! There was fucking blood on my cock and everything! I love fucking a tight, virgin pussy and stretching it out with my big cock!” Kenny reached between his legs and worked his fist up and down his erection as he continued. “Hearing a girl tell me that I’m so big it hurts 14 • Raising Kenny Right

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is such a fucking high! It just makes me fuck the bitch even harder!” The idea of my son using his outsized dick to inflict pain on another person and enjoying the process sent me over the edge. Grabbing him by the nape of his neck with one hand, I pulled his right arm behind him with the other, threatening to dislocate his shoulder. Despite his unusual strength, I had surprised him with the speed of my actions and the boy was helpless. I pushed him forward and pressed his big, brown nipples against the sharp edge of the breakfast table as he squirmed and struggled in my grasp. I wrapped my other arm around my son’s thick, muscular neck and pulled him up out of his chair. Fighting to keep my balance, I turned him around and began duckwalking him toward my bedroom, intending to grab a belt and wale on his ass. But by the time we’d reached the threshold of my room, the friction of the kid’s hard naked butt against my cock had produced an unexpected effect: my dick was stiff with lust and power and soaking my briefs with precum. I decided that maybe it was time my son experienced what it was like to be on the other end of the stick. I was going to fuck him just like he’d fucked his Raising Kenny Right • 15

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poor date from the previous night: hard and hot and without mercy. I stepped my son toward the edge of my bed and pushed him down. After stripping off my underwear, I lay my body weight on his to keep him ass-up on the rumpled sheets. Kenny struggled and fought, clenching his muscles against my cock and increasing my excitement. The boy began to yell as we struggled. “You motherfucker! What d’you think you’re doing? Get the fuck offa me!” I pressed my forearm against the boy’s windpipe to quiet him down, and he began to cough and gag. “I’m sorry, son, but you’ve had this coming for a long time. I’m gonna fuck your ass just like you’ve been fucking all that pussy. Let’s see how you like a big cock up your virgin cunt!” I lessened my pressure on Kenny’s windpipe to let him breathe, pulling my arm from around his throat and releasing my grip on his arm, I kept him pinned to the mattress with my body weight and grabbed his rock-solid asscheeks in my hands, pulling them apart to expose his virgin hole to my assault. I thought about using some grease to ease the way, but I wanted this to hurt, and I figured that between my precum and the sweat soaking my son’s asscrack, I’d have no real problem forcing my cock into his gut, no matter how much pain it caused in the process. Now my son’s cries changed from challenging to pleading. “Please, Daddy, don’t do this! I’ll be good; I promise! Don’t hurt me, Daddy! I’ll never fuck a girl again!” That last statement told me that my son was playing me. We both knew that he’d be fucking cunt, probably on a daily basis, for the rest of his oversexed life. His attempt to gull me made me more determined than ever to fuck his hole and fill it with hot cum. Probing with my stiff dick, I found my son’s soft, wet pucker and pushed the head of my cock against it. My dick wasn’t as long as Kenny’s massive tool, but it was just as thick and the head was bigger. The pressure of my cock against his sphincter made my son clench his solid glutes in an attempt to protect his hole from my invasion. I pulled harder on his ass muscles to spread them further apart, and raising my hips, I then dropped down fast and hard, using my body weight to drive my entire cock into my son’s virgin pussy as he pled with me to stop my assault. 16 • Raising Kenny Right

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I pulled my cock completely out of my son’s spasming hole, then drove it back in again in a single, angry thrust, making the kid howl in pain. I continued to piston in and out of his butt, pounding my hips against his rock-solid butt muscles. Kenny continued to writhe and plead for mercy, but my anger wasn’t nearly slaked. “You think blood on a cock is cool?” I growled. “When I’m finished with you, you’ll be licking your own bloody assjuice offa my dick along with my cum!” I continued to pillage my son’s rectum for several minutes more, making the bed creep across the floor in response to my forceful movements. Finally, my hip and butt muscles began to tire and my anger to subside. I realized that Kenny’s cries had evolved from pitiful whimpering to what sounded like groans of pleasure. I listened closely as he continued to growl into the mattress. “Oh, fuck, Daddy! That’s starting to feel so good! Keep fucking me, Daddy! Don’t stop, please, until we both shoot!” Wondering if my son was attempting to fool me into stopping my assault, I reached beneath his taut belly and grasped his cock. His shaft was engorged with blood and as stiff as any dick I’d ever felt. I realized that my son was actually turned on by my attack on his virgin hole. Any doubts I may have had were erased by my son’s reaction to my hand on his thick, stiff dick. Kenny began to fuck my fist wildly, working my cock with his hot butt at the same time. Within a minute or so, my hand was soaked in boycum as he squirted his load into my palm and through my fingers onto the sheets. I pulled my hand from under his body and held it to my son’s face. Kenny ran his tongue over my palm and between my fingers, licking his sperm from my skin. The sensations created by the boy’s hot, rough tongue on my hand and the lining of his butt hole sliding against my cock brought me over the edge. Fucking my son’s ass slowly and deeply, I emptied my balls into his rectum, blasting my cum into the boy’s hungry body. As Kenny relaxed beneath me, I pulled my cock from his hole and rolled onto my side. Sure enough, as I’d promised, my heavy tool was covered with his assjuice, my cum and a fine sheen of my son’s blood, the last the result of my relentless attack on his virgin boycunt. Before I could say anything, my son rolled off the bed and onto his knees to kneel between my spread thighs. Kenny Raising Kenny Right • 17

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took the base of my cock in one hand and its head in his mouth, complying with my earlier demand. I lifted my head and watched the reflection of his powerful butt muscles in the mirrored closet door as he sucked my cock into his hot mouth. My son used his free hand to stroke his own dick as worshipped my meat with his lips and tongue. I could see my cum drooling out of his fucked-out hole and running down his thick thighs as he took my entire boner into his throat. Feeling a second orgasm approaching, I grabbed his head in my hands and began fucking his hot mouth. Kenny groaned, and with tears streaming down his face in response to my second assault, my son shot his second load of the morning as I filled his belly with several spurts of mancream. Kenny sucked my cock dry as he continued to spurt his juice all over the carpet and side of the bed. Once he’d released his liplock on my dick, he stood and flopped on top of me, his hard, sweaty body against mine. I loved the feel of his smooth muscles against my furry chest and belly. I took my son’s head in my hands again, but this time to plant a deep, tongue thrusting kiss on his mouth. Kenny willingly accepted my kiss, sucking on my tongue and grinding his softening, man-sized sexmeat against mine. Even when I was still married, I’d patronized the video stores and sex shops near my office, and I’d swallowed lots of cum in my day. I had no problem sucking my own cream from my son’s mouth, although Kenny’s enthusiastic kissing was a little surprising. We finally pulled apart to come up for air, and I smiled at my son as he searched my face for forgiveness. “I’m sorry if I was harsh, boy, but I felt like you had to learn a lesson. Do you understand?” Kenny nodded before speaking. “You bet, Daddy! I’ve learned that having sex with another guy is way hotter than boinking a girl! Can we do this again?” That wasn’t the response I was looking for, but I figured that it was better than having my son angry with me. And, yes, I’d enjoyed it, too. “Sure, son,” I replied. “We can do this lots more if you want. We just need to talk about sex more, too, OK?” “Sure, Dad,” came the reply. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn. And it looks like you’re more than willing to teach me. Just go a little easier on me, next time, OK?” 18 • Raising Kenny Right

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Jimmy’s Uncle Ron by Lewis Corda When Dud and his friend Jimmy left the public pool and started to walk home, Dud got a surprise. “My uncle Ron’s staying with us now,” Jimmy said. “He’s Mom’s favorite brother, so we’re stuck with him.” “Oh. Don’t you like him?” “He’s all right, but the other day he felt my arse.” Dud’s interest perked up, but he played it cool. “What did you say to him?” “I threatened to tell Mom. That frightened him. He hasn’t done it since.” “Maybe he was just joking, Jimmy.” “Not him. A couple of days before, he came out of the bathroom stark naked and waved his cock at me. I told him if he wants navy cake, he’s not getting it from me. But he just grinned at me.” Dud wasn’t certain what navy cake was, but he guessed it meant dropping your pants, as Dud had done for another friend who had since moved away. He liked the sound of Uncle Ron. “What sort of age is he?” “Late forties, I think. Been in the navy since way back, but he’s out for good now that the war’s well over. He hasn’t got anywhere else to live at the moment, he says. He got influenza recently and is recuperating. All he does is lie about and read or sleep all day. I think he’s putting it on.” “Why should he?” “For sympathy. And Mom falls for it. He’s a hard-faced bugger, but he does make me laugh. I was going to ask you in for some tea and toast, but he’ll be there. Unless you don’t mind that?” “Not a bit. I like new faces.” The two friends lived only a few houses apart in what were called Victorian villas. They entered Jimmy’s house from a rear alley. A longish yard led to the back door. “Come on in,” Jimmy said as they entered the kitchen. “Maybe the old fart’s asleep.” “No he isn’t!” roared a voice from the living room. “I heard that, buggerlugs.” Jimmy laughed. “I was only joking. I’ve got a friend with me; Dud from number eight.” Jimmy’s Uncle Ron • 19

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“Bring him through, then. I’m bored stiff lying here on me own.” Jimmy collected some bread and butter, and Dud followed him into the high-ceilinged room. Stretched out on a couch close to the fire was Uncle Ron, who’d been reading a paper. He wore a dressing gown, pajamas, and slippers, and Dud liked the look of him. His whitestreaked hair framed a pleasing, deeply tanned face with mischievous eyes. His gaze roamed frankly over Dud, and while Jimmy was hanging his coat up, he winked at him. A look passed between them. “Is that short for Dudley?” he asked stretching out a hand in welcome. “It is, sir. But I prefer Dud.” “Call me Ron, son. By the way, Jimmy, before you get settled, there’s a note and some money from your Mom on the sideboard. She wants eggs and things from the Co-op. It’s got to be the Co-op she said and before they close at one.” Jimmy sighed. “Sod it! That means a bus ride into the village. And I just fancied some toast. You’ll have to make your own, Dud. There’s a toasting fork by the fireplace. Don’t make the tea till I get back.” “All right, I won’t. Can I make you some toast, Ron?” “Hell, no. I hate the stuff. I’ll just have tea later.” Jimmy had his coat on again. “Right, I’m off. Won’t be long. There’s a bus any minute.” From the corner window, Dud watched Jimmy go through the yard. His heart beat a little faster; he knew that both he and Uncle Ron wanted to be alone. He took a deep breath and faced the older man. Ron eased back on the couch and patted the place on it beside him. “Sit here and let’s get acquainted. Those short pants show off your legs. I like your wavy hair, too.” Dud sat down and awaited Ron’s next move. It wasn’t long coming. Ron laid a hand on his thigh. “Is the rest of you as nice?” he asked softly. “I wish I’d been at the pool and seen you in your trunks. Better still without ’em. Is your hair wavy down there too?” Dud giggled, a little startled. Ron could tell he was surprised at his frankness. “Why waste time?” he explained. “We like each other; I knew it straight away. You, too, didn’t you?” Dud nodded and looked directly at him. Ron’s hand tried to move farther up into his shorts. “Tell you what, Dud. Drop these and put 20 • Jimmy’s Uncle Ron

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your cock in my mouth. Haven’t had one in there for a while, and I’d really like it. You’re well worth sucking if I’m any judge.” Dud got up and undid his belt as Ron went on talking. “I’ve sucked cock the world over. And plugged those that wanted it. It’s a … hobby of mine.” Dud’s shorts and underpants were now just above the knee. “There we are, Ron.” “Kneel down here Dud, so I can feel your arse as I suck you, eh? My, that’s a corker of a cock.” Dud leaned forward and Ron’s lips closed over his hard boy cock. It was no idle boast of Ron’s that he was an expert cocksucker. And his hands didn’t neglect any part of Dud within his reach. As he pulled off the boy’s cock, he swirled the tip of his tongue into his piss slit. “Turn ’round and grab your knees, Dud. You’ll like the next bit.” Ron got his feet on the floor and steadied Dud for a rim. As soon as the boy was positioned, Ron pulled his arse cheeks wide open. A gasp of delight came from Dud as the older man’s tongue went inside him. Dud had never been one to swear much, but he did now. “Fuck me, Daddy-O, that’s a new one!” Ron laughed at his response. “There’s lot’s more where that came from, but let’s save it for next time. Turn back around and give me that load of yours. I want every last hot, sweet drop.” In no time, Dud’s cock was lost again in Ron’s mouth and soon brought to climax, giving Ron a mouthful and Dud a lovely zinging feeling in his arsehole. The last drops shot out like bullets. Ron roamed knowingly over the smooth young arse as he digested the cum his efforts had won him. He squeezed each cheek as if testing ripening melons. “In case Jimmy gets here before we’re done, pull your pants up now.” When Dud was decent, Ron pulled his legs back up onto the couch and fished his long, thick cock out the fly of his pajama pants. “Chew on my chopper till we hear the gate open, and then start making that toast, OK? Jimmy’s no fool. I’ll pretend to be dozing when he comes back in.” Ron’s cock was surrounded by a salt and pepper bush. Dud went down on it and did his utmost to be half as good as Ron had been. It wasn’t long before Ron was saying, “Fuck, I’m going to cum! Think you can swallow it? Give it a try, Dud.” Jimmy’s Uncle Ron • 21

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The thick cream eased its way down Dud’s throat with hardly any trouble. He collapsed in a satisfied heap between Ron’s legs and lay there for some time, nuzzling Ron’s bush and occasionally reaching up to caress his tits. Ron kissed him as he did this. But soon enough they heard the back gate, and Dud raced to the fireplace, grabbing a piece of bread from the table. He knelt down and started to make toast in the red embers. Just then, Jimmy burst in. “Not made much toast have you?” he said, taking his coat off again. He looked at Ron’s back and said pointedly “The radio was on at the Co-op, and there was a fog warning. It said invalids should be careful.” Ron made a pathetic cough and said in a weak voice, “I felt it somehow. I’d better stay put.” They all laughed, and Ron rolled over to face into the room. “My fault no toast was made,” he said sleepily. “I kept Dudley talking. Shall we have that tea now?” “I’ll make it,” Jimmy said, going into the kitchen. Ron beckoned Dud over and whispered. “When we can, let’s make plans to meet somewhere and fuck. Think you’d like that?” “Yes. I’ve been hoping we could.” “Right. Keep on making your toast. I’ll look at your arse while you do and enjoy the view,” Ron winked. Dud knelt down with the toasting fork and waved his rump at Ron until they heard Jimmy heading back in with the tea tray. §

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It rained hard on Saturday. Ron, under a big umbrella, dashed the short distance to Dud’s house and found the door opening as he arrived. “I was watching for you,” Dud explained as he locked the door. “Do you want anything before we go up to my room?” Dud took his umbrella and put it in the sink. “Only a quick feel for starters,” Ron said with a long deep sigh as he expertly fingered Dud’s hole and kissed him. “Thanks for inviting me. It means a lot. Jimmy’s a fool – fuckball is much better than football.” “You’re right. Let’s go up then, Ron.” Dud’s room was in the back, overlooking the leafy alleyway. They both undressed, Ron laying his clothes neatly on a chair. His cock was as stiff as a barber’s pole and swung outward, bobbing. Dud was a little slower to get his clothes off. Ron jumped up onto the bed and made his way over to Dud on his knees, catching hold of Dud’s underpants. “Let me take these down. A gorgeous arse like yours should be unveiled slowly.” Inch by inch the cotton pants moved over the twin mounds, and as the crack appeared, Ron put his tongue into it and kept it there as he pulled Dud’s underwear the rest of the way down. Ron then kissed each cheek methodically, his right hand slipping through Dud’s legs and enfolding his cock and balls. He covered every particle of arse as Dud leaned against the wardrobe and moaned softly. “I think you missed a bit,” Dud said when Ron paused. “That was to torment you. You mean this bit?” Dud was deeply and wetly fucked by a tongue that meant business and wasn’t in a hurry. He took deep intakes of breath and his precum wetted Ron’s fingers as it drooled out of his hard, young cock. “So fucking good …” he occasionally said as he pushed his arse back hard against the older man’s intruding tongue. Ron couldn’t go any deeper, though he tried. Finally he turned Dud round and lapped up his precum, which was now copious, with a loud smack of satisfaction. He then licked Jimmy’s Uncle Ron • 23

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the boy’s bobbing prick all over and his balls individually, sniffing everything. After a long stint of this, he pulled Dud into bed beside him, and they lay entwined. “Ron, you’re an expert. And a sexy sod.” “Good. I’m glad you’re happy. I certainly am. Let me kiss your tits now, Dud. Such lovely pink ones.” That took a good ten minutes, by which time Ron had them standing up. His next move was to kneel over Dud and bring his own cock to the boy’s lips and watch avidly as Dud licked its cummy head. By reaching backward, Ron was able to get a fingertip into Dud’s hole and start agitating it. He had a magic touch. Dud hummed as he sucked cock, enjoyed the jabbing, and listened to the rain beat on the window ceaselessly. It had grown darker, but neither of them cared or even noticed. At last Ron said, “Dud, darlin’, if I don’t get up your arse soon, I’ll cum in your mouth. You tell me which you prefer.” “Fuck me, please, Ron. I really want you to!” “Legs up or on your belly?” Dud winked. “Could you do both?” Ron fingered his hole again. “You cockhound. ’Course I can.” From his trousers Ron retrieved a flat tin of vaseline. He made first himself ready, and then Dud, pushing a goodly amount of vaseline up into the boy’s hole. “I love arseholes,” he said as he did this. Hands behind his head, Dud watched himself being slowly fucked, not missing a moment of Ron’s progress – in and then almost all the way out. It was no surprise to him that Ron shagged like a hungry demon. They looked at each other at times and smiled or winked. “What’s better than a good fuck?” Ron asked. “In the navy, this was always my favorite boat drill – ramming a tight arse.” When this position was exhausted they agreed to switch. “If you turn carefully, Dud, I won’t need to take it out.” Dud made sure he did, and Ron relaxed as he sank down onto that soft, fleshy arse. He kissed Dud’s ear. The bedsprings echoed their vigorous thrusts, and when it was over, two people were happy and satisfied. After a slow withdrawal, Ron went off to the bathroom to clean himself up. He was back soon to find Dud waiting for him with outstretched legs and a steely hardon. Ron sprang, and it was soon in his throat. Dud gave a little scream of pleasure when he finally let go of his cream. Ron turned him sideways, the cock still in his mouth, 24 • Jimmy’s Uncle Ron

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and caressed his arse cheeks as carefully as an antique dealer with a rare find. They lay like that for some time, each moaning and sighing in contentment. Reluctantly, Ron sat up, propping himself on his elbow, and smiled down at his happy partner. “I hope we can do this again, Dud. If not here, then some other place.” “A good idea, Ron. I don’t want it to be the last time.” “Darlin’ it won’t be. We’re good for each other, and that’s all that matters. I’m tempted to ask you to fuck me next time, as well.” “Oh, Ron, I had the same idea.” When it was time for Ron to get dressed and leave, they said goodbye in the bedroom. Dud watched naked at the window as Ron, under his giant umbrella, moved hastily down the alley in the lashing rain. He toyed with his hole, still warm from its invasion, and smiled. Despite the deluge outside, the outlook was sunny.

I Caught Him by Peter I caught him in the barn while he was jerking off. He was lying on a haystack in the corner with his t-shirt pulled up to reveal his hairy chest and his jeans pushed down around his boots. I grabbed my crotch and sprang a boner instantly. I stood there mesmerized in nothing but my own worn-out boots and jeans. Suddenly I felt my cockhead pop out above my waistband, so I squeezed it hard and quickly thrust it down one leg. It tented my jeans obscenely. I was so embarrassed. At first I had hoped he hadn’t seen me, but I was frozen to the spot and had no place to hide. He’d seen me all right. He soon glanced up from under his well-worn cowboy hat with this sly look in his eyes and a smart grin on his face. He was chewing on a straw of hay as he called me over. “Want some?” he said, waving his rod at me. Looking down at his hot, hairy crotch, he slowly stroked his hardon until it was plump and juicy. He was hardly wearing anything, and in fact, he looked plumb naked to me! My eyes were as wide as the sky as I looked over every inch of his hard, ripped body. He was much older than me, but built real nice, with a broad hairy chest and a crotch so tempting my mouth watered. Man, I wanted to suck on his thick cock.

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I had a cock so big my friends at school teased me about it all the time. And right then I just couldn’t keep it in my pants – it had grown so big and stiff. He sure noticed. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off my young body. He kept looking me up and down like I was something he was about to eat. Although I didn’t know what I was in for (I was so innocent then) I could feel myself being drawn to him. “Come here, Russ,” he came on, “Join me.” With his juicy rod he waved me towards him. His name was Eddy, and for a seasoned hired hand he sure had a power over me. What would 26 • I Caught Him

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my Uncle Curtis think if he knew what was going on in the barn? After all, I was only visiting him; I knew nothing about farm ways. Well, farm ways seemed to say I get down close to Eddy, so I dropped down in the hay and wrapped up next to him. He put one arm around me, the other still on his red rod, and he hugged me. Then he kissed me on the lips, his tongue searching deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was kissing a man. “You like that?” he asked, drawing away just enough to look deep into my eyes. He sure was mighty handsome. A fantasy if I ever saw one. I nodded sheepishly. I really liked it, even though I thought I wasn’t supposed to. Then I placed one hand over his wildly hairy chest and felt one of his big nipples. This was the most exciting thing I had ever done. My dick was bucking like a wild horse. He then slipped an eager hand down my sweaty back and slid it into my jeans and firmly squeezed my butt, pulling me even closer to him. That simply let him feel more and squeeze harder. Then I moaned a sort of young boy, whimpering kind of moan. He liked that. I closed my eyes, and he kissed me even more urgently while I slowly slid my young body right on top of him. The feel of his silky chest hairs against my body had my cock throbbing even more and my balls tightening up fast into my hot crotch. I began to sweat like crazy. I Caught Him • 27

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“Here,” he arched his back expanding his great chest. “Pinch them,” he urged me, his plump, manly nipples standing up tall. I pinched them eagerly and again felt great sensations race throughout my body. “Now lick them,” he went on, using one of his strong hands on the back of my head to pull me closer. This time he moaned, but it sounded deep and manly coming from him. The feeling of his nipples in my mouth had my precum oozing out of my joint. I had opend my fly and pulled my dick entirely out of my jeans. Eddy grabbed it fast with one hand and started jerking me off. I wanted to cum. I was biting, teasing, and sucking his nipples, before lapping my way across his strong hairy chest. In turn, he pinched my young nubs, raising me up on my knees. Quickly he slipped his hands deep inside my fly. When he massaged my soft balls and then started jerking me off, I moaned more out of control than ever. “Now suck my cock, boy!” he demanded, forcing my face into his hairy, overheated crotch. At first I resisted, acting as if I knew better. But I hoped he’d win since I desperately needed his big, stiff prick down my throat. I wanted to suck his cock so badly that my heartbeat sped up and my chest pounded. As it entered my greedy throat, gobs of sticky precum poured from my prick slit and oozed out over my cock knob. I could feel it dripping down the underside of my straining meat which was growing even bigger by the second. The veins stuck out and it grew red and hot. He jerked my joint more aggressively until it pulsed in his palm. I felt like I might blow at any minute. “Oh, that feels so good,” he gasped. I don’t know whether he was talking about stroking my stick or me sucking him off – they both felt good! His rod kept expanding in my mouth, filling it fuller until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But of course I wanted more, and more and more of him – and he let me have it. My hands felt up his hard muscles and started kneading his hairy ass, instinctively drawn to the center where his hole was well hidden. But it wasn’t hidden for long. With each thrust of his rod hard into my mouth, my fingers found their way into his deep dark crack where I finally touched his hot, throbbing hole. I couldn’t believe myself. Here I was with a man’s joystick plowing in and out of my mouth while my avid fingers were toying with his juicy, twitching hole. As my fingers played across the wrinkly surface of his tight pucker, my own asshole pulsed and sweated in wild anticipation. 28 • I Caught Him

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Before long Eddy’s exploring fingers were playing around my tender asshole just as much as mine were all over and suddenly inside his. One by one, my knuckles passed inside his tight, clutching ring. I was nuts about it. What a powerful feeling to have his hot cock knob bouncing off the back of my throat. With his long, thick shaft racing smoothly in and out between my moist lips, and his heavy hairy balls practically bouncing off my chin, I forced him forward by finger-fucking his hair-rimmed hole. Man, it was hot! Meanwhile, he was jerking me off, sometimes using both hands when he wasn’t grabbing my swaying balls and tickling them from behind, or stuffing one or two fingers up my sensitive pink asshole. When at last I caught my breath, Eddy bent me over forward. I could feel him panting while his tongue ran a path down my back and straight into my asshole. He licked all over my smooth butt and up and down my furrow. I was spread out on the haystack with his greedy hands jerking my joint, pulling my balls and spreading my cheeks. He then looked with wild eyes into the pink of my moist, open, exposed asshole. Soon I felt his tongue again thrusting deep up inside and all over my smooth, round ass and balls. He had me laid out like a feast, and then he flipped me over. “Let’s 69,” he challenged me as he plunged his rod back down my throat and climbed on top of me. Taking my big prick in his hands, he smothered it with his mouth and devoured it with his lips and tongue. I watched from below as his heavy balls dangled precariously above my eyes, sometimes bouncing right against my eyelids. His furry ass shone like the moon with a sweat that lit up every hair. His curved cock stretched my mouth to the limit while his precum generously coated my throat. His tongue went crazy all over my hard cock, licking under the crown and all around the soft head, then up and down the shaft on all sides, darting here and there, between my legs and all over my soft balls until …. “What’s going on here?” Uncle Curtis stood directly above me, his hands on his hips looking real serious. He slapped Eddy’s hairy ass hard with a smack I can still hear in my ears. Then he spanked him again – one, two, three more times – till Eddy’s ass turned bright red like a sunset. I was frightened stiff, no matter how exciting it was. My uncle then laughed like you wouldn’t believe. Right before my eyes he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and slammed his jeans I Caught Him • 29

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down below his knees. Out sprang an enormous cock. He had every man there beat. I nearly came in Eddy’s face. “If you like dick so much, Russ, why don’t you give your uncle a try? Give me some head, boy.” It was one of the best offers I’d ever had. He continued, “I bet you’d like it, and I could sure use it.” He hung his humongous thing over my head till all I could see was his prick. I could have shot off hands-off. Leaning back, I watched from underneath as his straining inches came closer and closer and closer to my lips. I never wanted anything more. For a moment I thought of what my father might think, but I didn’t have a chance to consider anything but licking Uncle’s big dick from underneath and all around. Uncle wiped his brow while thrusting his crotch forward. His cock simply slipped down my throat. Then he leaned over and forced Eddy’s head back down on my stick, keeping his hand on the back of Eddy’s head and pushing it up and down. I could have cum down Eddy’s throat. Eddy’s lance was soon pressed hard along the side of my face as his nuts snuggled under my chin. I was surrounded by cock. While my tongue licked Uncle’s curvy, delicious cockhead, touching on his piss slit, his heavy balls lounged around my forehead, leaving their weighty impression. My nose sniffed Uncle’s hot crotch as my hands went straight for his meaty butt. Clutching his clenching cheeks in my palms, I licked the length of his tube from every angle I could until I had no choice but to take his big stick deep down my throat again and surrender. He groaned with such pleasure, and I moaned out of sheer helplessness, because his meat was so big I couldn’t stretch my lips any farther around it. Of course I loved it. His prick was so juicy I almost had to jerk myself off in Eddy’s mouth. He was busy opening my hole wide and making me squirm. I reached back and slipped a finger up my ass right next to his. After sucking my uncle off for all I was worth, he held my head between his legs, and I licked him right under his hot, hairy balls. He laughed as he ground around on my face, then astounded me as he pulled my face up into his ass and made me rim him. The man made me stick my face in between his tight cheeks, then opened wide so I could lick his hole. What would my father think? I kept asking myself as my tongue found its way far up inside Uncle Curtis’s moist, tasty, puckered hole and all around his manly, hairy ass. This went on for so long I began 30 • I Caught Him

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to imagine what it might be like to fuck his hole. But I didn’t have long to think about that. My uncle spun me around and I suddenly found myself face-up on top of Eddy and right under my uncle, eye-to-eye. I was sandwiched in between them. My uncle kissed me hungrily as Eddy watched. I was so embarrassed, even though it felt great. Where they found some lube, I don’t know. Eddy must have had it. Stripping bare, my hot and humpy uncle caught me between himself and Eddy, and prepared me for a wild fuck. I nearly pissed. I had fooled around with a few of my friends before, but I had never ever been fucked by a man. “I want to watch you fuck him, Eddy,” my uncle panted. Up from underneath, Eddy’s large cock knob touched on my tender, sensitive hole, then suddenly punched in. I went wild. Eddy turned my head to kiss me while feeling up my entire body. I felt warm all over. It might have looked like I was struggling, but it was only to get his fat inches up inside me, where they felt so fucking good. Rolling my balls in his hands, Uncle then double-fisted my stiff one until I was whimpering in his hands. All I could do was bounce helplessly on the farm hand’s stick. Then it happened. “I’m going to fuck you, too, boy,” my uncle warned me. Before I could say anything, his dickhead was already menacing my tight hole. He pounded up into my already full tunnel, somehow finding a place next to Eddy’s throbbing piece of meat. I had never felt anything like it. Two on one! As they filled my hole and pressed me between their two hot bodies, they made me feel like the center of the universe. They were going nuts, their cocks rubbing up and down against each other, trapped inside my gripping hole. Their rough hands were all over me. Mine were all over them. They fucked me forever – up and down, in and out, all over the hay. Over a saddle. In the saddle. Up in the rafters. Finally, when it all was too great, when the tension was too much, when they had fucked me alone and together all afternoon, I started to lose it. I started to cum. “Oh, Uncle! Oh, Eddy! I’m going to shoot! I’m going to absolutely cream!” I murmured struggling on the ends of their stiff pricks. Sensations sprang up everywhere, all over my sweat-covered body. I was surrounded by these guys and they were speeding up, racing each other. Who would cum first? We were all going nuts. It was in I Caught Him • 31

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my balls, then in my shaft, then everywhere in the air and all over us. “I’m cumming!” I shot sticky jizz everywhere. Eddy started to go off and then Uncle went crazy. Eddy fired a volley of thick farm-fed jizz right into me – cream right from the country. Or was it my uncle? It was both of them. Both men were going off – cumming and spraying till I couldn’t tell whose cream it was. The look on their faces told me they dreamed of having me at the farm, in the barn, on the haystack, sucking and fucking again and again. Soon I caught them telling each other how great it was to double fuck me – just like they had my dad. They had double fucked my Dad? My hot, hairy Dad? Fucked? I caught him!

Ryan’s Sexual Adventures by Damien van Zandt Part 3: Ryan’s Three-way

About a week after our neighbor Justin and I had sex, Dad and I were sitting on the porch one evening when Justin pulled up on his Harley. Dad called him over and offered him a beer. The three of us were sitting there on the porch when Dad said, “Why don’t we all go inside so we can get comfortable?” We went inside and Dad sat in his chair while Justin and I sat on the couch. Dad started, “Justin and I had a conversation the other day about you, and we’ve decided that you need two men to keep you satisfied. How would you like to have sex with Justin and me together?” I was floored! “Dad, did you just ask me to have a three-way with you and Justin? Because if you did, I’m all for it!” Dad and Justin smiled at each other. “I told you he’d go for it,” Dad said. “I know my son, and if he has the chance to have sex with two muscular men nothing will stop him.” It was my turn to smile. “How right you are, Dad.” I then got up and started taking my clothes off. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” I asked. Both Dad and Justin got the hint and started stripping. Soon all three of us were naked and Dad said, “Son, why don’t you come over here and show Justin how you take care of your ol’ man?” 32 • Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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I smiled at Justin and got on my knees in front of my dad. I reached over and took his big dick in my hand and stroked it until a drop of precum formed on the piss slit. I leaned over and licked it off, relishing the salty taste that I have come to love so much. By now, Justin was on his knees right beside me, watching with great interest what I was doing. It was exciting to have another man watch me sucking my dad’s dick. My dad’s dick was just starting to get hard, and I took as much in my mouth as I could. I held it there, sucking on it, while it grew. The harder it got, the further back I had to go or start gagging, and I didn’t want to do that in front of Justin. Justin watched as I worked on my dad’s big dick, sucking it, licking it, kissing it. I could tell he was enjoying the show I was putting on for his benefit; he had a big smile on his face. I looked up and saw that Dad, too, was smiling. That just made me hotter. Justin was now behind me and had his strong arms wrapped around me, looking over my shoulder. “Yeah, boy, suck on your ol’ man’s cock. Yeah, show your cycle buddy how you work on your dad. Oh, man, that’s great! I’ve never seen a boy sucking his Dad’s cock before. Yeah, that’s hot!” I moved from my dad’s big dick down to his sweaty nuts and started licking them. Then Justin grabbed Dad’s dick and started sucking it. Dad must have been in heaven, having two guys working on him at once. I watched Justin suck on Dad’s dick and I was amazed to see that he could go all the way down on it. That’s a technique I have yet to master. Dad reached under his chair and pulled out a jar of lube. He handed it to Justin and said, “Why don’t you grease up his butt? I’m sure he could go in for some nice, hard fucking right now.” Justin took the jar and got behind me again. I felt his finger working my asshole, rubbing it, massaging it, plunging deep into it. Then Dad raised his legs up and hooked them over the chair’s arms, exposing his hairy asshole. I knew that Dad wanted me to rim his ass. I always like to rim Dad’s ass, but now I would have an audience. I had just started to rim Dad when I felt Justin’s big dickhead pushing up against my hole. I wiggled my ass around and felt my hole open up for him. Then, smooth as silk, I felt it slide in. Justin moaned as he hit bottom. “Man, that has to be the sweetest young hole in town. It’s so nice and tight. How do you keep your cock out of it, Joe?” Ryan’s Sexual Adventures • 33

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Dad laughed, “Simple, I don’t. He’s a horny little bastard, and he wants it almost every night. He just keeps coming back for more. I need your help to keep him satisfied.” By now Justin was fucking my ass good, and I was still eating out my dad’s asshole. Both men were moaning with pleasure at what I was giving them, and I couldn’t have been happier. I had two big, muscular men at once, and I was in hog heaven. I looked up at Dad and saw that he was watching Justin’s big dick slide in and out of my young ass and he was slowly stroking his own big dick. I’d never seen Dad so turned on. “Yeah,” Dad said, “I’m watching another man fuck my son’s sweet ass. How you doing, son? You like having two men to work on at once?” I pulled off of Dad’s ass long enough to say, “Yeah, Dad, I couldn’t be happier.” I wasn’t lying, either. I had the two men that I lusted after most, both working on me at once. I wanted to jack off, but both my hands were busy spreading Dad’s hairy ass open so I could eat it. Then Justin moaned and rammed his dick deep inside me. I could feel the buckets of hot cum filling my insides. I thought he would never stop cumming, but finally he relaxed and pulled out. “Man,” Justin said, “I haven’t had a fuck like that for a long time.” Then he slapped me on the ass. “How about you, Joe? You gonna fuck him, too? I’m sure he’s up for more.” Dad looked at me. “Is that right, son? You feel like getting fucked again?” I smiled and said, “Dad if ten men had already fucked me, I’d still want you to fuck my ass.” Dad got up and joined Justin behind me. I kept my head on the seat of Dad’s chair. Dad had greased up a finger and was finger fucking my ass with it. “Yeah, he’s still tight,” Dad said. “I think he can take another fucking all right.” Justin said, “Hey, man, let me guide it in for you. I’ll help you fuck your boy.” I felt Dad’s big dickhead against my hole, and I knew that Justin was there guiding it in for him. My excitement went up another level. I took hold of my dick and started to jack off, but Justin grabbed my hand and stopped me. 34 • Ryan’s Sexual Adventures

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“No, Ryan, don’t beat off. Your dad and I have something planned for you later.” I felt Dad’s dick slip easily into my eager asshole, which Justin had opened for him. He started to fuck me slow and easy. Justin got in Dad’s chair and hooked his legs over the arms. I knew that Dad wanted to watch me eat out Justin’s hole while he fucked me. I attacked Justin’s hole just as vigorously as I had Dad’s. Before long I had him moaning and squirming just as Dad did. Dad bent over me and said in my ear, “Now that’s hot! Watching my boy eat another man’s hole. That’s it, Ryan, eat that hot man’s hole. Yeah, that’s so hot!” Dad knew that his dirty talk turned me on – the dirtier it was the better I liked it. I guess Dad told Justin how much I liked dirty talk because he started, too. “Yeah, Ryan, let your dad watch you eating my butt hole. Oh, man, that feels so good! Yeah, he’s gettin’ all turned on watching you.” Dad was turned on all right, he was really plowing my hole but good. His big dick filled my ass and I was, once again, in hog heaven. My only problem was that I really wanted to get off, and neither man would let me. Finally Dad groaned and shot my ass full of hot daddy cum. I swear he shot as much in me as Justin had. I had so much man juice in me I should have been drowning. Dad pulled out and caught his breath as I pulled away from Justin’s sweet ass. “Now, son, you get to choose which man’s butt you want to fuck: Justin’s or mine. What a decision! Both men turned me on, and both men would let me fuck them. My head was spinning and I couldn’t decide. Finally I decided to fuck Justin. He lay down on his back on the floor. I greased up my dick and Dad guided it in for me. When the head of my dick was up against Justin’s hot asshole, I pushed and it slid right in. I got on my hands and knees and started fucking. I felt Dad’s fingers on my dick, feeling it fucking that hot man’s hole. Then I felt Dad’s tongue on my hole, and knew that he was rimming my ass while I fucked his buddy. The whole experience was just too much. I felt my nuts boiling, and I knew that I was going to shoot my wad. Ryan’s Sexual Adventures • 35

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I yelled and filled Justin’s hot hole with buckets of my boycum. When I was spent, I felt totally drained and collapsed on top of Justin. He put his strong arms around me and kissed me while Dad watched. Then, so Dad wouldn’t feel left out, I got up and kissed him passionately. When our lips parted I said, “Dad, Justin, that was the best sex I ever had. It was so hot having sex with both of you. If you guys aren’t careful, you’re going to spoil me. I might start expecting to have sex like this every night.” Both of them broke up laughing. “I don’t know about every night,” Dad said, “but we will definitely have to do this again.” Now my jack off fantasies have evolved to include both Dad and Justin, and I have fantasies enough to last a lifetime. But the real thing is still the best.

Homecumming by Henry Lass, Sr. My son and I had always had a tense relationship. It wouldn’t have been easy for me trying to raise him on my own after my wife died in the best of conditions, and our conditions were far from the best. Looking back on it now, I guess he was feeling abandoned by his mother, just like I was. Maybe if we had sat down once in a while and tried to have a conversation instead of yelling at each other, we might have gotten along a little better. But hind sight, as they say, is 20-20. About four years ago, we had our biggest – and last – fight. It ended up with Hank storming out of the house and me not hearing from him for almost a week. When he finally called, it was to tell me he had joined the army and would be leaving for basic training in just a few days. I tried to talk him out of it. Hell, he was the only family I had left. But his mind was made up, and even if it hadn’t been, the papers were signed. He belonged to the US Army now. He must have still been mad at me through most of his basic training. I only got a few letters from him, and I got the sneaking suspicion that was because he was being told by his drill sergeant to write home. Then came the letter saying he was being sent overseas. I was worried sick. Lots of boys who got deployed overseas came back in pine boxes – or didn’t come back at all. I didn’t want that to happen to my son. 36 • Homecumming

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As the years of his service went by, letters from him came more and more frequently. I don’t know how big a role our absence from each other’s lives played in it, but by the time Hank was discharged, we weren’t just on speaking terms, we were actually eager to see one another again. Miraculously, when my son came home, he hadn’t been injured at all. In fact he came home to me in better shape than when he left. The years in the army had really built him up. He had developed his wiry frame into one padded out with real men’s muscles – not the kind those boys get from playing around in a gym all day, but the kind of muscles a guy gets from hard work. The only part of him that didn’t look regulation army was his hair. He had let his induction crew cut grow out until he once again had a head full of thick, dark brown waves. He was in such good shape that I started looking at him in a whole different light. I had never thought of other men in a sexual way, but the more I looked at Hank, the more I wondered about it. I began to realize that all my sexual experiences with women had been OK, but nothing really more than just getting off on the physical sensation. I began to look for excuses to try and see my son in the nude. I’d walk in on him in the bathroom when he was showering – any time I thought I might have a chance to see him naked. As it turned out, it wasn’t too hard to catch him without any clothes on. The years he spent in the army had gotten him used to being around other guys in all sorts of situations. He didn’t bat an eye at being nude around me. I had never really given much thought as to what I wanted to happen after that, but I was soon to find out. One night as I was walking past Hank’s room, I noticed he was stretched out naked on the bed. I went in, and we started talking. I don’t even remember now what we were talking about, just some bullshit, I guess. My eyes were riveted to his crotch. His long, fat cock was slumped lazily over his heavy nutsac. But as we talked, I noticed it starting to quiver and jerk. My son was getting hard in front of his old man! The sight of his cock becoming erect was all it took for me to start getting a boner of my own. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, so it quickly became obvious that I was getting as hard as he was. In no time, both our cocks were standing at full mast, mine jutting out in front of me, tenting my briefs, and his standing straight up against his hard belly. Homecumming • 37

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Hank reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock as I watched. “C’mon, Dad,” he said. “I know what you want. It’s OK. The guys in my barracks and I used to do it all the time. The female soldiers were strictly off limits, so we helped each other out. Looks like you could use some help right now, and I know I could.” Getting Hank’s permission was like having someone flip a switch inside me. In a flash, I was on my knees beside his bed. As I bent forward, I could smell the sex funk his crotch was giving off. And I wanted it. I wanted to smell it; to taste it. I brought my face right between his legs. I stuck out my tongue and took my first taste of my son, right down where he shaft joined his nutsac. It was incredible. I thought I’d shoot a load in my Jockey’s right there. But I didn’t. Somehow I managed to control myself. I ran my tongue all over Hank’s rod, taking long laps from base to tip. Every time my tongue played across his cockhead, his cock would jerk and belch out another pearl of precum. Then he’d shudder and sigh, “Oh, fuck!” Before long, Hank reached down, and grabbing me under the arms, he pulled me up onto the bed with him. My face never left his crotch. I wrapped my hand around his balls and gave them a gentle tug as I covered his cockhead with my mouth. While I did that, he was busy pulling my briefs off of me. He tossed them to the floor and wrapped his hand around my cock. I was on all fours next to my son with his cock in my mouth. As I sucked his knob, he began stroking me. He pulled down on my cock with a milking motion. A hand job may not sound that impressive, but just knowing it was my son’s hand made all the difference in the world to me. I really went to town on his drooling cockhead as he jerked me off. I noticed Hank’s balls pulling up close to the base of his dick. I could feel mine doing the same. I knew we were both going to blow. I couldn’t wait to take my son’s load, and I didn’t have to wait much longer. With a growl and a grunt that I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t hear he began filling my mouth with his salty, tangy cum. After getting a taste of the first shot, I couldn’t hold back and started filling his hand with my own load – a load of the spunk that had made him all those years ago. Ever since then my relationship with my son has been fantastic. We never fight anymore. I guess we found other ways to burn up that sort of energy. Homecumming • 39

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Depraved Research Too serious for my own good. “Lighten up, boy,” Dad used to tell me. “Don’t be so damn serious all the time. You don’t have to get straight A’s all the time.” That’s where Dad and I were different. I had to do my best … all the time. I was working on a paper regarding prisons, and I was determined to get more than an A. I wanted to outdo myself and write something that my professor would remember years after I left school. During hours of research at the downtown libary I uncovered that there was an intense culture of sadomasochism in prisons. I decided to concentrate my paper on that and write about the effect of this depraved culture on prisoners and society. From what I read, instead of being reformed, men were being incarcerated and coming out as twisted souls. Even though I was repulsed by much of what I learned, deep in my mind I was intrigued. I wondered how I would react if I was sexually tortured like many prisoners. What must it feel like to be so violated? I was thinking too much and didn’t realize the peril I was putting myself into when I decided that the only way for me to write a credible paper would be if I personally experienced some of the depravity and humiliation that many prisoners were forced to endure. I read about this bar where ex cons often met, a very rough, hard place where men, unable to free themselves from unspeakable urges they acquired in prison, met to satisfy their demonic desires. Friday night, I found myself half naked and pressing against a chiseled, sweaty man with a chain around his neck. When I’d whispered to the bartender what I was looking for, he pointed to the half naked man. “He’ll teach you,” the bartender noted. “He spent more than ten years locked up,” he added. It took some time before the burly man paid any attention to me, but once I managed to cozy up to him, he planted a firm hand on my butt and said gruffly, “Fuck, aren’t you a tender one. What are you doing in a place like this. Shouldn’t you be in the piano bar finding some sugar daddy?” I shook my head. “I need it, sir. I need it bad.” He looked me hard in the eye, punched my chest and growled, “I make my slaves squirm.” He pinched my tit and twisted it until I yelped. “Think you can take it, punk!” My burning tit should have been warning enough. Like a fool, I 42 • Depraved Research

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let the ex-con take me to his place. We were barely inside the door before he ripped my jeans off me and shoved me down the stairs to a dungeon. “On your knees, bitch!” he yelled. “I haven’t had any good pussy for days and your master’s balls need relief.” He grabbed my hair and slapped his cock against my face. “Ouch!” I yelled when his metal cockring cracked my jaw. “Shut up, bitch. I don’t let my slaves make a sound!” he growled and he grabbed hold of my jaw and pinched my cheeks. “You hear?” I painfully nodded. “Good, now let’s get down to business, slave,” he rasped. He pried open my mouth with his fingers and stuffed his spunky boner inside. His cock smelled like piss and sweat. He ground his hips and thrust them back and forth, splitting my throat with his fat rod. I could barely hold back my tears. I knew it would be rough, but I had no idea it would be this bad. I was terrified by what he planned to do with all the chains and hooks which dangled from the ceiling. When he grabbed a whip, I started to sweat. At first he just barely touched my butt and back with the whip. With his cock down my throat he teased my skin with the leather whip, drawing it back and forth over my bare flesh until it was quivering with goosebumps. I kept expecting him to crack that whip against me, and all his teasing was making my whole body tense. When he raised the whip high and let it loose, the smarting sting it made was a welcome relief. I was shocked at how good the sharp sting and subsequent burning sensation felt. The burn fired all the way to tip of my cock. I’d never felt anything so exhilirating. My nightly jack-off was mere child’s play in comparison. I reached down to grab my dick, but he kicked my hand away. “You don’t get to cum until I’ve bred your ass, punk,” he barked. He pulled me up onto the mattress, clutched my dick and yanked it hard. “Wet already, huh, boy,” he snarled as he felt my moist cockhead. “A little pain does the trick, does it, bitch?” he snapped. He pushed a finger against my butt hole and pushed it deep up inside. “You’re tight … just like I like ’em,” he sneered. “But your pussy’s too cold. I like a hot pussy when I breed. Grab those chains, bitch and let’s get your cunt ready.” I looked up and obeyed his command. I grabbed the chains which 44 • Depraved Research

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were dangling above the mattress and he pulled my butt to the edge of the mattress. He kneeled down, and I was shocked when he planted his lips on my bare butt hole. His hot, wet tongue felt like paradise on my sensitive asshole. When he pushed the tip into me I nearly came. Then he spit repeatedly on my butt until it was drenched. With a smirk, he grabbed one of the many dildos which lay scattered on the floor and he thrust it up my butt, forcing air to hiss out of my hole. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping. He worked my ass with the dildo until it was on fire. Then he took a larger dildo and kept heating up my asshole until I nearly fainted. As he worked his spit up inside me, he added more spit to my butt. “You getting tired of plastic and rubber, bitch?” he growled. “You ready for a real cock, cunt?” My ass was steaming and slick. The heady smell of man sweat and juice was making me dizzy. He didn’t wait for me to answer. He slapped his massive cock against my ravenous ass. It felt like a rod of molten steel as he thrust it deep into me. “Fuck!” he hollered. “I’m gonna breed you, bitch! Yeah, here it cums, boy. I’m giving it to you, now.” He thrust his hips back and forth, violating my virgin ass with his ever widening lance. I gripped the chains as hard as I could. My back and ass still tingled from the whipping, and my butt was on fire. Bolts of electricity were shooting through my dick. My nuts were just a second away from exploding. “Aaarrgghh!” he hollered as he drove his baby-maker all the way inside me and pumped my ass completely full with his spunk. I let out a yelp and sprayed my belly with my own semen. I’d been humiliated, violated, and thoroughly abused … and yet I was satisfied like never before. For just a few minutes I had an understanding into the prison culture I’d been studying. My new master kept his cock inside my ass until he’d drained every last drop out of his loaded nuts. He scooped up the jizz which squirted out my ass and slapped it on my lips for me to taste. The sun was just starting to rise above the horizon by the time I finally left his dungeon. Exhausted as I was, I went home, gathered my notes and wrote for the next eight hours without a break. The paper I handed in left a searing impression on my professor. He gave me an A+++. 46 • Depraved Research

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Please, Sir. I’m in a hurry! It’s my first trip alone. If I miss this flight I… Por favor, señor, ¡tengo prisa! Es mi primer viaje solo. Si pierdo mi vuelo yo…

Suspicious? Do I look like I’m carrying forbidden stuff? This woman’s paranoid! ¿Sospechoso? ¿Parece que traigo algo prohibido? ¡Esta mujer está paranoica!

Move on! ¡Que se muevan!

Mr. Reeds, this boy seems a bit suspicious! I demand that he pass every security check! ¡Sr. Ríos, este chico me parece sospechoso! ¡Exijo que pase por todas las medidas de seguridad!

Wha…? Yeah, you’re an innocent little lamb… ¿Qu…? Sí, y tú eres una blanca paloma…

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Please remain calm. Cálmense, por favor.

I knew it! He could be a terrorist in training! ¡Lo sabía! ¡Un terrorista en entrenamiento!

Just pass through our device, and that’s all, my boy. Sólo atraviesa el aparato, y es todo, chavito.

See? I told you that I don’t… ¿Ven? Les dije que yo no…

I-I don’t know what… Y-yo no sé lo que…

This boy has something, Mr. Reeds. Este chico tiene algo, Sr. Ríos.

Well, time for a deeper scan. Bueno, es hora de un escaneo más profundo.

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Strip, boy. We gotta be sure you’re clean. Desnúdate, chico. Debemos asegurarnos que estás limpio. I took a shower this morning! This is abuse, I…! ¡Me duché esta mañana! ¡Esto es un abuso, yo…! Hmm… It seems you’re still hiding something. Mmm… Parece que todavía escondes algo.

Well… I… maybe have a little… Bueno… yo… tal vez tenga…

What are you doing? ¿Qué hace?

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Some people have piercings down here. Algunos usan argollas por aquí abajo.

Take him down, Jim! ¡Abajo, Jim!

Well, well… Two piercings! Right on the ass! Vaya, vaya… ¡Dos argollas! ¡Y en el mero culo!

They’re fresh! Leave them alone! ¡Son nuevos! ¡Déjenlos ahí!

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Hey, we haven’t finished your deep scan! You think we detect these things and then just let people go? ¡Oye, si todavía no terminamos el escaneo profundo contigo! ¿Crees que detectamos estas cosas y la gente simplemente se va?

What are you going to do with me…? ¿Qué van a hacer conmigo…?

We’ll let you keep your dirty stuff and travel if you are good to us! ¡Te dejaremos viajar con tus cochinadas si eres bueno con nosotros!

Mrs. Drycunt, keep checking those suspicious boys. You did a great job with this one. Sra. Coñoseco, siga buscando chavos sospechosos. Hizo un buen trabajo con éste. Any piercing on your tongue, kid? ¿También hay algo en tu lengua, chico?

Sure, Mr. Reeds! I’m glad to help! ¡Claro, Sr. Ríos! ¡Encantada de poder ayudar!

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Ooh… Sink both of those fat cocks, daddies! Check for yourselves. I’m not hiding anything in my guts!! Aww… I’m cumming…! ¡Ay, metan sus dos vergotas, papacitos! ¡Comprueben que no escondo nada en mis intestinos!! Ayy… ¡me vengooo!!

Mr. Reeds, I found three more. Sr. Ríos, encontré tres más.

Fantastic! ¡Estupendo!

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! ¡SANTA MADRE DE DIOS!

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Caught Out by Alex Barton I was lying in bed, eyes closed in ecstasy, trying my best to masturbate without moaning, when I heard the screech of tires and a loud bang. Two cars must have collided on the road that ran behind the school, and I was torn between wanting desperately to climax and wanting to get up, sneak outside the dormitory, and gawk at the mangled metal and possibly bleeding bodies. It was only the second week at my new school. My father was in the army, serving in Germany, so he had sent me to a small boys’ boarding school with around 450 boys from all backgrounds. Many, like me, had parents who worked abroad. St. Kilda’s was a converted country house on spacious grounds with a good education record and an emphasis on rugby, hockey, and gymnastics – all contact sports which suited me just fine. The only problem I had, if you could call it that, was that my cock was eight inches long when erect (I measured), something I did my best to conceal in every situation except in the showers after games. There it was almost impossible, because I was surrounded by the one thing guaranteed to make me hard: other boys’ bare butts, cocks of every size and shape, and balls that hung low and were as constantly full of semen as mine were. But fortunately, there were no labels round my neck. I didn’t know what other boys were talking about when they told me Robbins in 4B was gay, but I was canny enough not to ask what that meant. I simply knew that as soon as I discovered masturbation, I wanted to do it as often as I could, and that sticking the bulbous handle of a hairbrush up my butt at the same time as I was stroking my cock intensified the sensations. What I thought about while I was jacking off was what I’d seen on the box fronts of DVD’s in a sex shop I’d sneaked into when I was on vacation with my dad in Germany. I had been horrified by the sight of women with everything from a fist to a horse’s cock in their cunts. Hardly any of them had expressions on their faces that showed they were enjoying what was being done to them. But the incredibly goodlooking, muscular guys with thick cocks filling their butts had eyes smoky with desire, and I thought about them as soon as I returned to my bedroom, stretched out, and fisted myself into joyous release. I was so intensely aroused that my sperm fountained onto my chest and all over my face. 58 • Caught Out

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And now here I was, sharing a dormitory with around twenty other boys, my mind filled with visions of the men on those DVD boxes fucking each other. Those thoughts made me horny as hell, but I had no outlet for my burgeoning sexuality other than to lie in bed at night, my fingers curled round my cock, doing my best to stifle my moans of pleasure as I pumped out a load into my palm. Afterwards, I would lick the creamy blobs off my hand and swallow them to avoid staining the sheets and giving away my secret. But now the sound of the crash had broken my concentration, and I figured my orgasm could wait. I wanted to see what had happened. Carefully and quietly I slipped out of bed. I grabbed my bathrobe, needing it to cover the erection jutting out from the fly of my pajamas. With great care I opened the door of the dorm and closed it behind me, waiting a moment to see if anyone else had heard the crash and followed me. No one had. I made my way down the staircase, past the senior boys’ dorm and through the hallway to the back door. There was no key in the lock. Of course not: Mr. Boswell, the gym master whose bedroom was in an annex to the top floor dorm, would have locked the door right before turning in. So I made my way through the dining room, lit by the moon streaming in through the windows, to the changing rooms and shower block where I knew there was a window I could open and slip out. Outside, I winced as I trod barefoot on the cold gravel, but my excitement mounted. Would there be smashed vehicles, leaking petrol in danger of exploding, trapped drivers struggling to escape? But when I reached the fence, all I could see was two cars: one with the rear end smashed in, the other one with a crumpled front. A bored looking policeman took details of the accident, the lights on his patrol car flashing to warn oncoming traffic. No bodies, no danger, no excitement. And then I heard an angry voice behind me saying, “Andrews? What the hell are you doing out of bed?” It was Mr. Boswell and I was in big trouble. St. Kilda’s had a printed rule book with 124 rules, breaking any one of which was punishable in various ways. Almost all could be safely broken, provided you weren’t caught, but being outside at two in the morning, wasn’t one of them. That was punishable by expulsion. “Come inside,” he said, and I followed, head bowed, feeling sick. Caught Out • 59

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He led the way into the shower block and told me to sit down on a wooden bench. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of tight sports shorts. In any other circumstance I’d have enjoyed the view. But not now. “How long have you been at St. Kilda’s?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Two weeks, sir,” I said. “And already you’ve broken a rule for which you could be in serious trouble.” “Yes, sir,” I said. “But I only wanted to help,” I blurted out, trying desperately to save myself. “What?” “In case anyone was hurt, sir.” Mr. Boswell snorted in disbelief. “What the hell could you have done?” “My dad’s a nurse, sir. He taught me first aid. What to do if someone’s choking, how to stop bleeding. I wanted to help if I could.” His eyes met mine. “God, Andrews, what a ridiculous story,” he said. Then after a short pause, he added, “But a plausible one, I suppose.” “Thank you, sir,” I said, keeping my expression neutral. “All right. We’ll make your punishment quick and say no more. Take your bathrobe off, turn round, push your pajama pants ’round your ankles and bend forward.” My heart leapt into my mouth. “Sir?” I said in disbelief. “Three whacks on your bare bottom with my slipper. Painful but quick justice and you can get off back to bed. Or I’ll report you to the Headmaster in the morning.” He paused and then said, “Your choice.” “Yes, Mr. Boswell,” I said, my fingers trembling as I did as I was told. A moment later I was standing with my pajama pants around my ankles, my upturned ass bared, bracing myself with outstretched hands holding the edge of the bench. I closed my eyes, waiting for the first blow. There was a moment’s pause, and when it finally came, tears filled my eyes. All the force of Coach Boswell’s muscular arms and chest were in the smack. I nearly screamed. “Two more,” he said and hit me again. Then the last time. My hands shook as I turned to face him, reaching for my pajama pants to pull them back up. 60 • Caught Out

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Then I gulped with surprise, too astonished to cry any more. Mr. Boswell was standing with his long, hard cock in his hand, his shorts pushed down around his thighs. That had been the reason for the pause before the first blow: he wanted to masturbate while he spanked me. My eyes met his. The cheeks of my ass felt like they were on fire, but the heat was a good one, radiating through my balls and making them tingle. My cock stiffened in response to the sight of Mr. Boswell’s erect prick. A drop of oily semen glistened at the swollen tip and dripped onto the linoleum floor. “You can either sit down, Andrews, or go back to bed,” Mr. Boswell said, his voice thick with desire. “Again, the choice is yours.” I sat on the bench, all thoughts of covering my now hard cock forgotten. “You did well,” he said, standing so close that his prick, quivering with lust, was only a couple of inches from my lips. “Thank you, sir.” “Open your mouth,” he said. But I knew it was not an instruction. He was giving me permission to do what I longed to do. I opened my lips and tasted another man’s salty sperm and sweet flesh for the first time. Gently, but firmly, Mr. Boswell eased the length of his cock into my mouth, letting me adjust to its thickness as I washed my tongue over the swollen glans. I savored the taste and smell of his arousal. Then he withdrew until my lips closed round the ridge, allowing me to swallow the warm, oily mix of saliva and semen, and sank his cock back into my mouth with a soft sigh of pleasure. I wanted to masturbate, but felt I shouldn’t until given permission. My cock was aching, my balls hot and throbbing. The lightest touch would have made me cum. Instead I sucked Mr. Boswell’s cock, stroking my hands over the muscles of his thighs and filling them with the taut, tight cheeks of his ass, urging him deeper into my mouth as I adjusted to the wonderful sensation of being face-fucked. Any moment I expected a flood of semen to gush into my mouth. But Mr. Boswell suddenly withdrew his cock completely, a rope of precum trailing from the tip to my lower lip. “Stand up,” he said. “Turn around.” “Please, Mr. Boswell,” I begged as I turned. “Not the slipper again.” Caught Out • 61

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“Oh, God, no,” he said. A moment later his strong hands slid around my waist. The fingers of one hand cupped my pendant balls, the fingers of the other closed around the length of my erect cock. He pressed his chest against my back, his engorged cock sliding between the furrow of my buttocks, his face buried in my neck. I turned my head instinctively, my lips seeking his, wanting him to share the taste of his prick. Encircled by the gym master’s arms, I knew I was going to be fucked. I bent forward, supporting myself with my hands on the bench, my asshole quivering with anticipation as Mr. Boswell worked first one and then more fingers, oiled with my cum, past my anal sphincter. A moment later, the fingers were replaced by the glans of the gym master’s cock, and I was grateful for the stretching my asshole received beforehand, because the cock working its way into my rectum felt enormous. The sensation of being fucked for the first time was heavenly. Impaled on the shaft until every last inch was buried up my back passage, I lost track of how many times Mr. Boswell plowed his cock deep into my welcoming bottom. His tight, smooth balls rubbed against mine. Groans of pleasure escaped from my chest in response to his thrusts. I was powerless to resist when the immensely strong gym master lifted me off my feet, my thighs supported in his hands, my body raised and lowered effortlessly as he buggered me. His lips crushed mine, our tongues intertwined. Mr. Boswell stifled a moan as the pleasure racking his body suddenly overwhelmed him. His hips jerked and spasmed as he poured a hot flood of spunk into my bowels. But he didn’t withdraw. He lowered us both to the bench, pulling the bathrobe underneath me so that my cock was cushioned as I lay flat. I turned my head to the side as the gym master settled his weight on top of me. The full length of his penis once more sank balls-deep into my hole. I closed my eyes and groaned softly as my rectal walls clenched Mr. Boswell’s buggering prick like a hot, velvet glove. “Oh, God, that feels so good,” I said. Waves of intense pleasure radiated out from my rectum, which was filled to the bursting point. Panting with effort, the gym master began slamming his groin against the cheeks of my ass, dragging the stretched muscle of my sphincter back until it met the flare of his glans, and then sinking back down with a loud slurping noise until every inch of his hot, hard cock was swallowed up by my greedy asshole. 62 • Caught Out

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The tightness of my anus clenched round the base of Mr. Boswell’s deeply buried prick made him groan in ecstasy. His back arched as he emptied his balls into my rectum, now overflowing with sperm. This time the liquid heat made me squirm in climax, my cum spurting onto my bathrobe, my balls pumping out their contents in hot waves of pleasure. But again, Mr. Boswell didn’t withdraw. Only when he came for a third and final time did he drag his prick from the clasp of my asshole and present it, slick with semen, to my mouth to be sucked clean. I opened my lips and nursed on the fragrant fuckpole, my mouth filling with the delicious flavor of my own rectum. I never forgot the intense excitement of that first fuck, stretched out on a bench in the shower room. But the next night, and for many nights after, when I reached for my bathrobe and snuck out of the dorm, it was because I was going to share Mr. Boswell’s bed. Never again would I have to stifle my groans as I masturbated in solitude. Sex was something to be enjoyed with another man, and I was happy to be enjoyed by Mr. Boswell whenever he liked.

Cousin Barry by Jon Biddle My brother and I had been doing sex stuff with each other ever since we figured out what our dicks were for. Robbie was a couple of years older than me, and I’ll never forget the day he pulled me into our bedroom because, as he said, he had “something really cool” to show me. What he showed me was that if he tugged on his dick long enough, a whole lot of sticky white stuff would come out. I had to admit that it was pretty cool. Not just that the stuff that came out, but the way my brother screwed up his face and moaned and groaned when it did. Of course, I had to try it for myself, and when I found out how good it felt, I was hooked. Over the next few days, my brother and I hardly left our bedroom. We spent every available moment with our hands on our cocks. It wasn’t long before Robbie got the idea that I should try stroking him off and he should try stroking me off. We liked that even better, and in no time, we were coming up with all sorts of ideas about what to do when we were alone in our bedroom. Cousin Barry • 63

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Robbie and I discovered that pulling on our puds felt even better if we spit into our hands first, so it didn’t take me too long to come to the conclusion that we might like it if we put each other’s cocks in our mouths and sucked on them for a little while. After we tried it for the first time, Robbie said I was a genius. It was a lot wetter, tighter and warmer than just a spit-lubed hand. But it was my brother who came up with the idea of putting his cock up my asshole. He had found a really raunchy magazine that showed men and women fucking and doing all sorts of things. When he showed it to me, he said, “We should try that, Jonny.” “How,” I asked. “We don’t have pussies.” He took the magazine from me and flipped to the back. When he handed it back to me, he had turned it to a page that showed a man with his cock up the woman’s asshole. “Wow!” I said. “How do you think they did that. That guy’s cock is so big!” “I don’t know, but I wanna try it,” Robbie said. His cock was already standing straight up. I leaned over to suck on it a little bit, but he put his hand on my forehead and pushed me away. “No. I wanna put it in your butt hole. C’mon, Johnny take your pants off.” I was skeptical. I didn’t think there was any way Robbie could get his cock up my tight asshole. But he was determined to try, so I knew I might as well go ahead and give in. He placed the tip of his cock against my hole and pressed forward. “OW!” I yelled. “That hurts. Put some spit on it.” Robbie squatted down behind me, and I felt several wads of his spit hitting my asshole. Then I heard him spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his cock. When he tried again, it went in a little farther, but it still wouldn’t go completely inside me. He kept pushing until I said, “Cut it out. It’s not gonna work.” “Hold on,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ve got an idea.” I heard him running down the stairs, and then, in no time, he was back up them. He must have run down to the kitchen, because when I turned around, there he was holding his stiff cock in one hand and a bottle of Mom’s corn oil in the other. He lost no time in slathering his cock and my butt hole with the oil. He even ran a finger up into my hole. It looked like he had solved our problem. Still, I wouldn’t say he got his dick inside me easily, but it did go all the way in this time. I felt 64 • Cousin Barry

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full and stretched, and at first, a little uncomfortable. But after a little while, I started liking the way it felt. After that, we started fucking all the time. If Mom ever noticed that she was going through a lot more corn oil than usual, she never said anything. Then one day, Dad told us that our cousin Barry was going to be staying with us for a few days. Barry was Dad’s oldest brother’s son and was several years older than Robbie. I had never met him before. The last time he had been around any of us, Robbie had been just a baby. Barry was moving back east and would be passing through town on his way. I was kind of excited to meet him, but I also was a little frustrated. Dad said he would be sharing mine and Robbie’s bedroom. And that meant we would have no privacy to fuck for at least a couple of days. When Cousin Barry arrived, I decided it wasn’t going to be so bad having him share our room. He was tall and muscular, and I could tell he had to be really hairy. The dark curls on his chest virtually exploded out of his shirt collar. Both Robbie and I were pretty smooth. I hoped we’d get to see him with his shirt off … and maybe even more. That night, as the three of us were getting ready for bed, I got my wish. As Barry pulled off his t-shirt, it was all I could do to keep from gasping. Just as I had imagined, his chest was covered with dark, silky hair. It fanned out across his chest and ran in a line down his belly and into the waist of his pants. As he started to unbuckle his belt, he said, “I hope you guys don’t mind, but I usually sleep naked. That’s OK, isn’t it. I mean it’s just us guys here, right?” “Sure,” Robbie piped in. “Jonny and I usually sleep naked, too.” That wasn’t entirely true, but I knew I had better keep my mouth shut if I wanted to see the rest of Cousin Barry’s body. When he dropped his pants, I almost forgot how hairy he was, because hanging between his legs was one of the biggest, fattest cocks I had ever seen. Even bigger than the guys in the porn magazine that taught us how to fuck. But then he turned around and I saw his furry asscheeks. I immediately boned up. A glance at Robbie’s crotch showed that he was getting hard, too. Barry flopped down on one of the beds and said, “So … you guys like to get off before you hit the sack?” “What?” I said like an idiot. “C’mon guys. I shared a bedroom with my brothers, too. I know what goes on. And practically every guys likes to blast a load whenever Cousin Barry • 65

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possible. I just thought you guys might want to have some fun. But if not, it’s cool. Just don’t tell your folks I asked you, OK?” Robbie and I nearly fell over each other trying to assure him that we were more than eager to fool around with him. In a flash we were out of our clothes and on the bed with him. I didn’t lose any time in getting my hand around his big cock. I had to feel it just to make sure it was real. And it was – real and hot and throbbing! Barry nuzzled my neck and said, “Why don’t you get down there and put your mouth on it, Jonny? Have you ever sucked cock before?” 66 • Cousin Barry

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As I took his rod in my mouth, Robbie said, “Fuck, yeah, Barry. Jonny’s a good cocksucker.” “I figured you guys were probably getting each other off. That’s what brothers are for, huh, guys?” I had his thick cockhead in my mouth and was slurping up his juices when I heard him say to Robbie, “Hey, Rob, if you get down there and suck my asshole, I might let you fuck it later.” I pulled off Barry’s cock and looked up at him just as Robbie said, “Huh?” Neither one of us had ever heard of that before. “That’s nasty,” I said. “Sure, it’s nasty,” Barry said. “That’s what makes it fun. But it’s not nasty like you mean. Not as long as a guy’s clean. Go ahead, Rob; give it a try.” I put my mouth back on Barry’s cockhead as Robbie rather reluctantly placed his face between our cousin’s hairy asscheeks. As I watched, he slowly stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of it to Barry’s asshole. “Oh, fuck!” our hairy cousin sighed when he felt the contact. Robbie must have decided that it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be, because in no time, he had his face buried in the furry crevice. Cousin Barry reached down behind me and slipped a couple of fingers into my asshole. Then he groaned and I felt my mouth start to fill with his salty, nutty cream. It tasted a lot different than my brother’s but I still liked it a lot. I had been stroking my own cock, and so had Robbie. As soon as I tasted the first spurt from Cousin Barry, I began to shoot. That set Robbie off, and all three of us were spurting our spunk at the same time. The room smelled like a ball sack! “Whew!” Barry said. “Looks like I might just have to stick around here a few extra days!” He did, and it was a lot of fun! Cousin Barry • 67

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Good Help is Hard to Find by Max Lee Living in Southern California and working for the film industry, my parents were always having outdoor parties. Most of these centered around the pool, and Mom was adamant that it always look perfect. The pool man came every other day to make sure the pool was clean and sparkling blue, and she had even hired a special gardener to take care of the large planters that surrounded the patio. Most of the time, we couldn’t even use the pool because someone was either working on it or around it. Most of the time I didn’t really mind, because the guys that worked on the pool were just the type I was attracted to – young, smooth, blond guys with well-defined gym bodies. A lot of my friends teased me that I was only attracted to those guys because that’s what I looked like, and that I really just wanted to fuck myself. At any rate, I did have my share of “encounters” with the guys who came to clean the pool and with the guys that worked for the landscaping company. There was even one gardener, Gus, that I had developed quite a crush on. He was working his way through UCLA, majoring in phys. ed., and he was just the sort of golden god I liked. On days when the gardening company was due, I’d put on my skimpiest swimsuit and plant myself in one of the deck chairs that surrounded the pool. I knew that Gus would get his work done in a hurry, and then I’d get to spend some time with my cock up his ass. But one day, after I had taken up my spot by the pool, I got an surprise. Gus didn’t show. In his place was a dark, hairy Mexican guy. He was dressed only in cutoffs and work boots with a backward baseball cap perched on top of his uncombed black hair. Not my type at all. It put me in a bad mood, because I was horny and really looking forward to riding Gus’ ass. I asked the Mexican guy what had happened to Gus, and he said, “Gus don’t work for us no more. He got in a big fight with the boss and got his ass fired. Mr. Duncan sent me here instead. I’m Julio.” “Well, Julio,” I said. “I hope you do a good job. My mom is very picky about the way things look out here. If she doesn’t like the way you do things, you’re outta here.” It must have been the sexual frustration that was causing me to be so nasty. Julio gave me a sort of dark look, but he didn’t say anything. He just nodded and started to work. 70 • Good Help is Hard to Find

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Since it was obvious Gus wasn’t going to show up, I probably should have just gone inside and jerked a big load up out of my nuts. But due to my surly attitude, I decide to stick around outside. I told myself it was because Mom and Dad would have wanted me to keep and eye on this new guy, but deep down I really knew that I just wanted to punish him for not being Gus. I watched him like a hawk. When he returned from his truck with an arm load of tools and sat them down on the patio, I said, “Please don’t put those there. If you chip the stone my parents will have to have it replaced, and I don’t think your boss wants to pay for that.” I got another one of his angry looks, but again, he didn’t say anything. He just picked up his tools and moved them over to the lawn. “I don’t think that’s a good idea either,” I said. “It might kill the grass.” He gave me yet another black look, then turned and headed up the driveway. I thought I might have scared him off, but instead he returned about a minute later with a tarp. He spread it on one corner of the patio to protect it, then picked up his tools and very gently laid them down on the tarp. As he bent over, one of his big nuts popped out of his cutoffs. Even though he wasn’t really my type, it caught my interest. The mid-day sun was high in the sky. It was getting hot, and I was certain his nuts were sweaty and sticking to his thighs. He set back to work, and pretty soon I could see the sweat building up on his chest and back, making them gleam in the sunlight. He had started working on the planters on the opposite side of the pool from where I was sitting. I couldn’t blame him. Even if I hadn’t been being such a prick, why would he want to be working up a sweat while I lounged there in my deck chair watching his every move. As he moved around the patio, getting closer and closer to me, I could tell he was getting more and more pissed off from my watching him. Finally, he reached the planter right next to where I was sitting. He started digging around in it to aerate the soil, and as he did so, he accidently flung some of the dirt out onto the patio. Of course, I knew he’d sweep it up before he left, but I was being a bastard that day. “You better clean that up. My mom’ll have a fit if she sees that.” This time I got more than just a look. Julio turned on me, and with fire in his eyes, said, “What the fuck’s wrong with you, you little bitch. Good Help is Hard to Find • 71

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You’ve been on my ass ever since I got here. You want me to clean this up? OK! I’ll fuckin’ clean it up!” With that, he pulled open the fly of his shorts and hauled out the longest uncut cock I had seen outside a porno movie. He stood over the spilled dirt and started pissing, washing the dirt over toward the edge of the pool. I didn’t know what to do. The sight of his big cock turned me on. I actually popped a boner right out the top of my Speedo. He was close enough to me that I could smell the sweat dripping off his bronze body. But I wasn’t about to let him get away with pissing all over our 72 • Good Help is Hard to Find

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patio. I grabbed for him, but could only reach his hairy thigh. “Hey!” I yelled, spinning him around. “You can’t do that, you pig! Stop it!” “Oh, it’s just a little piss, bitch. Nothing wrong with a little piss. It might cool you off .” He grabbed the base of his big, uncut cock and aimed it right for my chest. His piss splattered against my pecs. Some of it even splashed up onto my face. Looking down, he saw my hardon. He directed his stream down across my abs until it was pulsing against my hard cock. I gasped as the hot liquid covered my boner.” I think you fuckin’ like it. Little blond rich boy fuckin’ likes gettin’ pissed on, don’t you? Now who’s the fuckin’ pig?” As the strong stream of piss slowed to a trickle, I just looked up at him. I couldn’t deny that I was getting off on being pissed on by him, but I wasn’t about to admit it, either. He milked the last drops from his foreskin and then, straddling the chair, moved in closer to me. With one hand he grabbed a fistful of my hair. With the other he grabbed the base of his hardening cock and stuffed it into my gaping mouth. I could taste the remnants of his piss as his thick hose slid over my tongue and down my throat. He grunted once or twice as he started fucking my face. “Take it, bitch. Suck my fuckin’ cock, boy. You need to learn some respect!” He wrapped both of his hands around the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. At first, I gagged a little bit, but I soon got used to his length and his girth. I was covered in his piss and pinned to the chair by his strong, hairy thighs, but I was actually having the most fun I’d had in a long time. One look at my dick was all it would have taken for anyone to figure that out. As a matter of fact, I was having such a good time, without even touching my rod, I started popping off a major load. It shot up and frosted his hairy asscheeks. “Holy fuck!” I heard Julio say. “You’re shooting your load all over my fucking butt!” Then I felt his cock start to tremble. I knew his load was coming. I never got a taste of it, though, because he pushed his cock all the way down my throat and shot straight into my stomach. After he pulled out, he turned around and presented me with his cum-covered ass. He didn’t have to say a word. I knew what I was supposed to do. I licked every drop of my spunk off of his hairy cheeks, and gave him a hell of a rim job as well. Julio actually turned out to be a great gardener. And he was a lot faster than Gus, which left him a lot more time for planting other seeds in better places. Good Help is Hard to Find • 73

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