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Handjobs March 2012 Letters

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Big Cousin part 2 by Rolando MĂŠrida

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Crashing by Christopher Bachli

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Roscoe Trucking Company

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Dodgeball Erection by Cory Campbell

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The PUDman Cums

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Handjobs Publication Guide

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Cum Stain on the Ceiling

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Stud Brothers by Joseph

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Out of Control

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Confession of Another Straight Man

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Letters Dear Handjobs: I have just downloaded the January 2012 issue of your magazine, and I thank you for it. Next month my annual subscription will expire, and I will renew it for another year, as I did these last years, because I really enjoy your works. The only thing I would like to tell you is that reading the January 2012 issue I had a bad surprise, because I saw you gave us only one story with father and son doing it: the Episode 12 of Ride’ N the Zipper by Alan Winkler. I really thank you for this story, but I hope that you will add more father/son incest stories in the future issues of Handjobs, because I really like them, and I really need them. I know that other persons may not want father/son stories, and I respect them, but in one issue you have room for many tales, so I think you can satisfy also the members who like incest stories, like me (I hope). May I remind you of the things I like more in the stories? 1) father and son kissing (I can’t think about sex without kisses) 2) father and son making frottage sex (I like everything in sex, but the thing I like most is two males rubbing their genitals together and humping their bodies together) 3) the son being the top and his father being the bottom (normally the old ones are the tops, but I think that it is beautiful to have a father allowing his son to learn sex by offering himself to him and liking it too) Thank you very much for your efforts and your works, and best wishes. • Angelo, Italy Handjobs Reply: Thank you very much for your comments. Hearing what you want to read helps us decide what stories to include in future issues of Handjobs. Dear Handjobs: I look forward to receiving my issues each month! • Carl, VA Dear Handjobs: Keep up the great work. Always a pleasure to look forward to. • Larry, NY Dear Handjobs: Thank you for all your hard work to make us hard. • Douglas, MD 4 • Letters

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Dear Handjobs: I am going to give your mag another try. This time the stories may be better. Your service is, as usual, always great. • Richard, OH Dear Handjobs: I recently finished reading your January 2012 issue. I was really happy to see Robin Walden returning to your pages with Busted for Apples. In the past, I always enjoyed his stories and artwork, and when he disappeared from your pages for a while, I missed his contributions. I hope we see more of his stuff in the future. Thanks for putting out such a hot, sexy magazine! • Bert, GA Dear Handjobs: I thought your readers might get a chuckle out of the photo of a cactus I took on highway 6, north of Pheonix! It looks just like a cock! • Stephen, OR

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After getting my first piece of hairy ass from Ricardo, my Latin lover, I had the urge to say thanks to his big cousin. I hoped he would be at least as hot as Ricardo! Luego de que mi novio latino, Ricardo, me diera las nalgas peludas por primera vez, tuve la urgencia de agradecer a su primo. ÂĄEsperaba que al menos fuese tan cachondo como Ricardo!

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Hey, José. You got a visitor. Again. Oye, José. Tienes visita. Otra vez.

Is it your bitch sister? ¿Es tu hermana la perra?

If you need anything, boy, just scream endlessly. Si necesitas algo, chico, grita sin parar.

What’s with the guard? ¿Le pasa algo al guardia?

No, it’s a new one. No, es uno nuevo.

Fuck, yeah! Bring him in! Orale! Que pase!

I fucked his sister yesterday. And the day before. And today. Me cogí a su hermana ayer. Y el día anterior. Y hoy.

He’s jealous. Está celoso.

Me, his exclusive fuck? No fucking way. ¿Yo, su macho exclusivo? Está pendejo. Fuck my white ass, Daddy! ¡Dame duro, papi!!

I fuck him because he gets me more culos. Me lo cojo porque me consigue otros culos.

Ahem… Ejem…

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Well, your cousin Ricardo got this culo for you. I wanted to thank you for… Pues tu primo Ricardo te consiguió este culo. Quería agradecerte por…

Ho! So you’re Ricardo’s boyfriend! ¡Jo! ¡Así que eres el novio de Ricardo!

He’s got a nice big ass and I taught him how to use it! ¡Tiene un gran culo y le enseñé a usarlo!

But this cock likes tiny culos like yours, too! ¡Pero a mi tronco le gustan culitos como el tuyo también!

You gotta be fucking kidding me!! ¡Debes estar bromeando!!

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I had never seen a cock that big, hard, and… smelly. And leaking! Nunca había visto un pene tan grande, duro y… oloroso. ¡Y babeante!

Fuck! It’s dripping already! ¡Ya se está chorreando!

That’s just the beginning! ¡Apenas está empezando!

My thick precum is nothing compared to my hot TAPIOCA! ¡Mis jugos no son nada comparados con mis MECOS!

Guess a macho man like that is something you don’t see everyday… Creo que un macho como ése, es algo que no se ve todos los días…

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FUCK! So smooth and tight!! AJÚA! ¡CARAJO! ¡Sin pelos y apretadito! ¡AJÚA!

You’re just going to fuck me? Just like that?? No cuddle, or lovely kisses? ¿Ya me vas a coger? ¿Así nomás? ¿No apapacho, ni besitos?

OK.

NO.

Just checking. Sólo preguntaba.

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This is a wonderful CULO! ¡Este es un culo CHINGÓN!

F-FUCK!! It’s SO BIG AND THICK!! ¡AAAY! ¡Es tan GRANDE Y DURA!!

Take my chorizo! ¡Toma mi camote!

Oh… I feel my ass SO FILLED WITH RAW MEAT!! Oh… ¡Siento mi recto TAN LLENO DE CARNE!!

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You came already?? ¿Ya te vaciaste??

OH YEAAAAH!!! ¡SÍIIIII! ¡AAAAH!

It isn’t over! TAKE IT!! ¡No ha terminado! ¡TOMA!

God! So much cum!! ¡Dios! ¡Tanto semen!!

He sank his non-stop, spurting, piston into me and pumped his manjuice in and out… Me enterró su pistón aún chorreando sin parar, bombeando sus propios mocos adentro y afuera…

So? ¿Y luego?

He’s gone! ¡Se fue!

The guard hadn’t locked the gate! Jose ran away saying that there were plenty of holes to fill out there! ¡El guardia no cerró bien! ¡José huyó diciendo que había muchos huecos que llenar por ahí!

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Crashing by Christopher Bachli The economy was bad; it had hit me hard. In a few short months, my job was downsized. Unemployment paid squat. I lost my house, my car, and most of my dignity. On the verge of homelessness, I turned to my father. “Yeah, Dad, I’m not saying I’ll be there forever. I just need a place to crash till I can get a job and back on my feet,” I told him over the phone. There was a long pause. “OK, son, but I’m in a one bedroom. You’ll have to crash on the couch.” “Oh, Dad, that’s great. I’ll be over later today.” I went by my storage place to get some clothes. I had managed to get all the stuff out of the house before I lost it. At least I had that. I had been staying at a buddy’s house, but his wife’s nagging got to be a bit much. I had to get out of there. Dad’s place was great. It was nice to be there and not worry. I had forgotten how muscular my dad was. He worked out a lot; he was always on his way to the gym. He got me a guest pass, and I started going with him. It was good to work out, and the sauna was relaxing. In the shower, I could see how muscular my dad was. His hairy body was trim. His chest was massive, and he had well-defined abs at 66. I was very impressed, but what impressed me most was the slab of meat between his thighs. It hung a good seven inches soft. In the showers it flopped around as he soaped up, and I couldn’t help but stare. It was thick and knotted. It looked angry. I could just imagine what it looked like hard. The veins would probably stand out like on my dad’s arms. At night on the couch, I would get hard and jack off thinking about him. I always ate my cum so there would be no evidence of my nightly self abuse. The city was in the throes of winter. The temperature was way below freezing every night. It was the worst winter since the ’70s. A blizzard had hit and dumped 24 inches of snow. Everyone was stuck indoors; the city was shut down. And to make matters worse, the heater in Dad’s apartment stopped working. “What do you mean you can’t be here till Monday? Today’s only Thursday!” My dad yelled at the apartment complex maintenance guy. It was freezing in the apartment. Dad hung up the phone. “Fuckwads won’t be here till Monday! Said they’re so backed up that’s the soonest Crashing • 13

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they can get someone here. And the roads are still closed. Looks like we’re stuck here all weekend.” “It’s not too bad, Dad,” I said, trying to settle him down. “I have some extra blankets in the hall closet,” he grumbled. Dad got a blanket from the closet, and we decided to fix some dinner and watch a movie. The oven warmed the apartment a little bit, but after it was off, the temperature dropped a lot. It didn’t help that it was very windy outside. The movie was good, and it was nice sitting with my dad. After it ended, Dad headed to bed. I piled on the blankets and tried to get some shut eye on the couch. I had dozed off and was sleeping well until about 5:00 a.m., when I woke up shivering from the cold. I was chilled to the bone. I got up and looked for more blankets, but there were none. Being out from under of the blankets for even that short time was too much. I got back under them on the couch and tried to warm up. “Son, are you awake?” What was my dad doing out here? “Yeah, Dad. I’m freezing.” “Bring your blankets and come into my room. We can share the bed and combine our blankets. We might be warmer that way.” I grabbed my pillow and all my blankets. Dad and I spread them on his bed. We both got under the covers. Dad said, “If I had pajamas I’d put ’em on.” He was in his briefs, and so was I. “Dad, I haven’t slept in pajamas since I was in high school,” I told him with a chuckle. “Yeah, son. I know.” The combined blankets and our body heat warmed us up fast, but I was still shivering. Dad put his arms around me. “What are you doing, Dad?” “You’re still freezing, son. I’m just warming you up.” I didn’t mind. I liked the feel of his body on mine; his hairy chest against my smooth back. I could feel the mound of his cock in his briefs against my ass. My own cock was getting hard. We were generating a lot of heat. Dad was rubbing my chest with his big hands. “You’re getting really defined with all the working out.” “Thanks, Dad. Maybe I’ll be as big as you some day.” He kept rubbing me. My cock was hard as a rock. He started to play with my nipples. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. Dad pinched 14 • Crashing

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them. I moaned again and arched my back. My ass rubbed against his crotch. “You like that, son?” “Yes, Dad. It feels good.” He was relentless on my nipples. I could feel the precum flowing out of my cock and soaking my briefs. Dad started to kiss my neck. His stubble scratching me felt great. His hands went to my briefs and pulled them down. My cock was free. I could feel him pulling his own briefs off. His cock was free, too, and I felt it against my ass as he ground into me, kissing my neck. Dad’s cock was leaking precum all over my asscrack. It was flowing out of him like crazy. “Do you want me to fuck you, son?” “Yes, Dad.” “Tell me, son; tell me you want it.” “I want your cock, Dad.” “I knew you were a cockhound when I saw you eyeing my manhood in the showers.” He reached down and spread my cheeks. His cock slid right up against my asshole. He rubbed his blunt dick head all over my virgin hole. I pushed back against his cock. I wanted all of it in my ass. “Fuck me, Dad … give it to me.” He impaled me on his big cock. I screamed. “Yeah, son, scream for me. I wanted to fuck your ass the day you moved in.” “Dad stop … you’re too big! AHHHHHH!” “I ain’t stopping till my balls are empty and you’ve taken every drop of my load.” Dad held me tight in his big arms. His hands were assaulting my nipples, pinching and pulling on them. They hurt, but made my cock rock hard. After a few minutes, my ass got used to the thick man rod in it. It felt incredible. My cock was leaking massive amounts of precum. Dad was really fucking me, and I wanted every inch of him. “Yeah! Take my fucking cock, son!” Dad rolled me on top of him and let me sit on his cock. I bounced on his long pole like it was a pogo stick. It felt good to be full of his manly cock. I was close to cumming. Dad’s cock was hitting something in me to work me up to blasting. “I’m going to cum, Dad!” “Yeah, spew that load, son! Cum for Dad!” Crashing • 15

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I started to unload all over. As I bounced on Dad’s cock, my cum sprayed. Dad wasn’t too far behind me. “Ohh, fuck, son! I’m going to cream your ass!” “Yeah, Dad! Do it!” I felt his cock swell and dump his seed deep up my ass. He pulled me back against him and hugged me as he fucked hard into me. “YEAH, SON! TAKE MY CUM! UHHHHHHHHHH … YEAH! TAKE MY SEED!” I lay there on top of him not moving. Dad rolled me off him, and we fell fast asleep. §

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It was light out when I woke up to Dad’s cock shoving into my wet ass. His load from earlier was still in there. His hard cock slid inside me, and he started to fuck me again. I was on my stomach and he was on top of me. “Ohhh, Dad ….” I couldn’t believe he was at it again. Only a few hours before, he had been fucking me for the first time. His wide cock shoved deep. He rolled with me, and then I was on top of him again. He held me back against him while he fucked my ass deep. “Damn, son! Your ass was made for my cock. Do you love my cock, son?” “Yes, Dad! I love your cock fucking me!” “YEAHHHHHHHH! Fuck, son. I’m going to have to fuck you all the time.” He was like a freight train. I could feel his cock plowing balls-deep. My own cock was going to spurt any minute. I could feel the load rising from my balls to the shaft of my cock. Dad held me close, working my nipples again. I was writhing in pleasure. I loved having all of his cock in me. The room was hot with our steamy fuck. The heater might have been broken, but we were generating enough heat to melt snow. Over and over he fucked into me. “YEAHHHH, son; take my fucking cock!” “Dad, I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yeah, Dad!” “Yeah! Fucking do it, son! DO IT! FUCKING CUM FOR ME, SON … UHHH! FUCKING DO IT!” 16 • Crashing

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I started to blast, my cum spurting out and up like a geyser. It landed all over my chest and cock. “Ahhhh! I’m cumming, Dad … ohhhhhh yeahhhh!” I knew he was close to cumming, too. I knew he wanted to dump more of his seed in me, and I couldn’t help releasing more. My cock started to explode with piss after my cumming subsided. The piss shot up and splashed all over us. The hot liquid covered our bodies and sent Dad over the edge. “OHHHHH YEAH! IM FUCKING CUMMMMMING!” Dad filled me with even more of his cum. I loved it all. Dad pulled his cock out and shoved it between my thighs. Then he let loose with his own piss. His hot urine shot up and then splashed down on me. It was so hot we were steaming. Dad flipped us over in bed and shoved back into my ass, pressing me into the wet mattress. His cock seemed even fuller. “OHHH, DAD!” He was fucking me again. His previous loads frothed around his thick cock as he plowed deep in my piss covered ass. Our wet bodies slapped together. For the third time, Dad was plowing into me. “Fucking take my cock son … TAKE IT ALL YOU FUCKING WHORE! My son the whore. Yeah, you love my cock don’t you?” Dad was shoving me so hard into the bed that I couldn’t answer him. “DON’T YOU, SON? YOU FUCKING LOVE MY COCK, DON’T YOU?” “Yes, Dad I love your big cock. I love you fucking me. Fuck me, Dad … fuck me!” “YEAH, YOU’RE A PUSSY. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. YOU GONNA BE MY PUSSY?” “Yes, Dad! I’m your pussy!” “TELL ME, SON!” “I’m your pussy … I’m your whore … fuck me!” “YEEEEEEAH … FUCK, IM CUMMING!” Dad unleashed yet another load of cum deep into my ass. It leaked out of my hole. Dad rolled off me, and we both lay there in our mix of cum and piss. I thought it was going to be nice staying with Dad. Before we fell back to sleep, I knew I wouldn’t be crashing on the sofa anymore. Crashing • 17

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It was February and freezing, but Lloyd’s blue balls had nothing to do with the temperature. He’d delivered seventeen loads in two weeks. His horny balls, on the other hand, had delivered … none. (A sticky load blasted into your underwear during a wet dream does not count.) Lloyd was experiencing quite a dry spell. He’d struck out more this month than ever before. Strike 1: That beefy North Carolina DMV officer, who he was sure had been checking out his basket during a surprise safety inspection. As it turned out, the guy really did just want to get in the truck to inspect his log book! Strike 2: That bubble butt dishwasher at the Flying-T truck stop in Yazoo City. How the hell was Lloyd supposed to know he was that bitchy waitress’ nephew? Lloyd had meant it as a compliment when he confessed that he’d like to pop the kid’s cherry. Some people are so touchy. Strike 3: Who could forget that CB radio fiasco in Little Rock? If a bitch has a voice that deep, there should be a law forcing full gender disclosure before arranging a “last stall on the left” hook up! Lloyd had strolled into that empty restroom, expecting a hummer from a horny redneck. Instead, he was treated to the visual of a pantyless twohundred-fifty pound grandmother, spread-legged on a toilet, offering to give head for food stamps! That image still gave him nightmares! By this point, Lloyd was so fuckin’ horny that even the vibrations from the engine were giving him wood. Little did he know that his decision to press on through the snow to reach Hobb’s Truck & Travel Stop would end his dry spell – but good! Tonight, Hobb’s would supply more than Kentucky’s best chicken fried steak … much more indeed. Lloyd carefully guided his rig through the slush and ice into the small parking lot at Hobb’s. The place was almost deserted, with only 18 • Roscoe Trucking Company

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a couple of cars in the four-wheeler parking lot. He’d expected at least three or four big rigs idling in the trucker’s lot, but he saw only one. Lloyd hauled his rig around and parked nose-to-nose in front of the other truck. Veteran truckers hate “nosers”. Parking nose-to-nose meant that whoever left first would have to back out of his parking spot – an extra special pain in the ass in a small, icy parking lot. He did it from time to time, just to aggravate another trucker, and sometimes … to break the ice. Lloyd’s headlights illuminated the windshield of the opposing truck. Damn, the fucker is already asleep, he thought to himself, seeing that the cab’s privacy curtain had been closed. “Eh, probably some old geezer I wouldn’t wanna talk to anyways. Strike 4!” he shouted as he climbed back into the sleeper. The snow had gotten too bad to try to get back on the road, so Lloyd tossed some clean clothes into his shower bag and headed inside. He’d get a good meal and grab a shit, shower and shave and just plan to hunker down there for the night. The meal was excellent, but the shower was even better. With the place almost deserted, there was no shortage of hot water. Lloyd lingered in the steam to loosen his stiff bones. And speaking of stiff bones, the hot, soapy water had given rise to another one – a fun one – jutting out from his dark pubes. His swollen cock definitely needed some attention. Maybe he’d just soap out a fast load in the shower. His soapy fingers wrapped themselves around his wet trucker shaft and began to stroke. In no time, there was a familiar tingle in his hairy balls, and he knew that soon he’d be depositing some man-spunk for the janitor to clean off the tile wall. But wait … he’d forgotten all about a couple new DVD pornos he picked up in Dallas. It’d be much better to stretch out naked on his soft bunk and pump out his load to some high-def action. A little reluctantly, he released his twitching cock and began thinking of the Food-Stamp-Granny in order to calm his quivering balls …. It worked like a charm. He was going straight to his truck, but still, Lloyd still spiffed himself up. He shaved his face and trimmed up his thick mustache. He worked himself into some clean, snug, old jeans. The material was so thin that his absent underwear allowed a clear imprint of his long cock and ample balls. Lloyd pulled an old plaid shirt, his cowboy boots and hat, and finished his look with his suede rancher’s coat, complete Roscoe Trucking Company • 19

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with the shearling collar. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror. “Marlboro Man, eat your heart out,” he growled at the handsome man in the mirror. Carefully, Lloyd made his way across the slippery lot and back to his rig. As he sat in the driver’s seat filling out his log book, he looked out at the truck in front of him. A sliver of light was escaping through a gap in the privacy curtain. He was sure that the cab had been dark when he first arrived. Eh, no matter, he thought to himself as he finished the lines and dots in his log book. Anxious to get to the solo party he had planned in the sleeper, Lloyd climbed back, tossed a new DVD into the player, stripped down, and settled into his bunk, cock in hand. The screen blazed to life with images of hot, masculine men kissing and groping each other. Big cocks fed hungry mouths and stretched eager asses. Lloyd reached for his bottle of lube, then remembered that he’d left it in the cab after a pants-free run at the end of January, when he’d stroked out a load watching a rolling peep show. A beefy buck sucked some guy off in a pick-up, cruising along beside him at 75 mph. Lloyd stepped into the cab and began looking for his lube. During his search he noticed something odd … the curtain in the windshield of the truck in front of his was now open about half way, and the lights were on inside the cab. Experience told him that this meant something was happening over there, so he settled into his seat, propping one leg up on the dash, allowing himself plenty of hand-room at his crotch. What Lloyd thought was a naked man moved back and forth inside the cab of his neighbor’s truck. The movement was too fast to tell for certain who it was or what they were doing. Lloyd slowly stroked his lubed cock as he strained to see inside the other truck’s cab. At one point he could clearly see a beefy ass standing in the sleeper doorway. “Niiice ass, buddy,” he grunted. His cock, too, took notice and swelled fully to life. But in a few fleeting seconds, the mystery ass stepped back into the sleeper and disappeared from view. Lloyd decided that whoever his neighbor was, he’d just headed to bed and the show was over. He stood up and had just started to head back into his own sleeper, when unmistakably, the curtain in the other truck slid open and a face peered out through the windshield. Lloyd froze in his tracks. With his hand gripping his hard cock, he strained his eyes, trying to see who was looking across at him. All he could tell was that it was a young, handsome face. One minute passed, Roscoe Trucking Company • 21

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and then two. Whoever this kid was, he didn’t seem to mind if Lloyd knew he was watching. Lloyd sat his cowboy hat on his head, then reached overhead and clicked on a small light, bathing his cab in a pale blue glow. He stepped closer to the windshield and began stroking his cock, slowly but deliberately. Immediately, the young man across the way did the same. For several minutes they stood there in their trucks, each showing off for the other. Suddenly and quickly, the young buck in the other truck turned and disappeared into the sleeper. Lloyd stood his ground and tried to mentally will the kid to return, and shortly he did. He emerged from the sleeper and into the cab, sitting in the passenger seat. Lloyd peered through the glass and saw that the young guy was motioning him over. “Well now, this is more like it,” Lloyd said, as he grabbed his pants and began pulling them on. He looked over to his new buddy and saw that he was shaking his head as if to say no. Lloyd was confused and wondered if the unknown kid across the way was some kind of prick-tease. The boy began motioning him over again, but this time he was holding up a shirt and shaking his head no. Ohhhhh, I get it, Lloyd thought. The kid wanted him to come over naked. He didn’t really mind, but it was cold and snowing. The kid stood and began stroking his hard cock once again and beckoning Lloyd over. “Fuck it!” he said as he picked up his cowboy boots and showed them to the kid across the way. The good-looking young guy gave a thumbs-up, and in seconds, Lloyd had thrown his boots on and was taking the few cold steps over to the other truck. As he reached the passenger door, it popped open a crack. Lloyd swung it open and climbed inside. He closed the door behind him and then realized there was no one in the cab but him. “Back here,” a voice said in a low tone. Suddenly, Lloyd was a little apprehensive … after all, the world is full of crazies. He hesitated and then heard a different and older voice say, “Man, you want some of this or not?” Curiosity – and a hard cock – got the best of him, and Lloyd climbed from the passenger seat and stepped into the doorway to the sleeper. Instantly, the sleeper light came on and Lloyd saw what was going on. Up on the edge of the top bunk sat the young guy from 22 • Roscoe Trucking Company

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before, his cock still hard from stroking. Directly below, sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk, was an older man, also naked, hard … and handsome. The boy on the top bunk spoke, “Howdy, stud. I’m Scott.” He then pointed to the bottom bunk and said, “That’s my dad, Dan.” Lloyd was both shocked and skeptical, but a quick examination of both guys told him that they could truly be father and son. Both had similar noses, chins and haircuts. They also shared identical blue eyes. Lloyd guessed Scott to be eighteen or so, and Dan to be in his late thirties. Scott was definitely Dan’s son … in fact, there was no way he could have denied it. “We were piled up back here sleepin’ when you pulled in. Scotty here got up to take a piss and checked you out as ya walked inside. He’s a typical horn-dog … keeps his brains in his cock,” Dan said with a smirk. Lloyd stood there quietly, not sure what to say, but his hard cock was communicating loud and clear. Dan reached out and pulled him over to the bunk and began helping himself to Lloyd’s meat. Lloyd found his face right between Scott’s open legs. The ballsy teen grabbed his head and pushed it down onto his vertical cock. Lloyd opened his mouth and accepted Scott’s cock gladly. He groaned with pleasure as Dan worked his frustrated cock below. “You suckin’ his cock, Dad?” Dan replied with a muffled and gurgling, “Uh-huh.” Lloyd had only been sucking Scotty’s young cock for a few minutes when his mouth was suddenly awash in hot teenage cum, which he swallowed down hungrily, being careful not to waste any. He loved it, but was more than a little disappointed that it was over so quickly. He then looked up at Scott, his pleasure and disappointment both obvious on his face. Scott knew what the horny trucker was feeling. He winked at him and smiled, saying, “Don’t worry, stud. I’m young, hung and very full of cum. I can go again … no problem.” Scott removed his legs from around Lloyd and then climbed down from the bunk. He quickly crawled on his hands and knees between Lloyd’s legs and began sucking his father’s thick cock. The veteran trucker had watched many things over the years, but he’d never seen a guy getting blown by his own son! Dan groaned loudly as he and his son each sucked cock. Lloyd’s legs trembled with excitement as he looked down and drank in the Roscoe Trucking Company • 23

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sight of a father and son both enjoying cock. Dan removed Lloyd’s dripping meat from his mouth and tapped his son on the back of his bobbing head. “Come on, Scotty; let’s swap,” he said to his cockslurping son. Reluctantly and slowly, Scott’s mouth released his father’s large tool. Dan climbed to the top bunk and assumed Scott’s earlier position, while Scotty took his dad’s place on the lower bunk. Eager to please, the hot boy dove on Lloyd’s long cock and expertly let it slide down his throat. Lloyd needed no coaxing to begin sucking Dan’s spit coated cock. The knowledge that the warm spit that covered this man’s glistening meat was his son’s drove Lloyd crazy, and he sucked and slurped like a wild man. He’d tasted the boy’s sweet juice, and now he hungered for Daddy’s load. Both Dan and Scotty shared a talent for sucking cock, but Lloyd was hardly a novice. He expertly teased Dan’s cockhead with his tongue and opened wide, allowing every inch of the firm rod to find its way into his mouth. He gently nibbled on the shaft, using just enough teeth to send waves of pleasure through his fellow trucker’s impressive body and causing a steady stream of pre-juice to flow onto Lloyd’s tongue. Scott took a breather. “He’s a good cocksucker, huh, Dad?” Dan wrapped his big legs around Lloyd and groaned, “Oh, yeah, son. You picked a good one this time.” Dan took Lloyd’s handsome face by the chin, then looked at him and asked, “You just a cocksucker, stud … or do you like to get wild too?” Lloyd was so excited he would have done anything his new fatherand-son buddies asked him to. “I can be as wild as you want, big man,” he replied. Dan smiled and said, “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s turn up the volume a little bit.” Dan barked at his son, “Scotty! Ass up!” Obediently, Scott turned toward the rear of the sleeper and got to his hands and knees on the outer edge of the lower bunk. Lloyd was drooling at the sight of Scott’s smooth, young ass. “OK, stud,” Dan growled at Lloyd, “let me see ya lay some pipe in my son’s sweet spot.” Dan dropped to his knees and spat into his son’s open ass and then sloppily swallowed Lloyd’s beef, lubing it well. He grabbed Lloyd’s cock at its base and pulled him into Scotty’s ass. The swollen head of the Roscoe Trucking Company • 25

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horny trucker’s cock easily slid inside. Dan said proudly, “Go ahead and lay into him. I opened him up while you were in the restaurant,” and then he slapped Lloyd hard on his ass. With one lurch forward his cock disappeared completely, inside Scott’s open ass. The teen trucker groaned loudly as his father continued to encourage Lloyd. “Come on stud, my boy’s horny. He wants it, so lay it to him!” Like a locomotive, Lloyd began to slam his cock in and out of Scotty’s accepting hole. Groans of pleasure bounced around the truck’s sleeper as each man moved deeper into the haze of lust. Lloyd felt the warmth of Dan’s body press against his back and felt strong hands begin to squeeze and caress his manly ass. Dan reached around and gently pushed a finger into his mouth. Lloyd knew the score. He sucked Dan’s finger, bathing it in warm spit. Seconds later, he softly whimpered as he felt the trucker insert that same finger deep into his hole. Dan massaged Lloyd’s clinched prostate with his fingertip, priming him for more. Dan slowly removed his finger and softly replaced it with the head of his fat cock. He allowed Lloyd to do all the work. He stood motionless as Lloyd’s thrusts inched his ass down the shaft he’d been sucking only minutes before. Dan gripped the edge of the upper bunk as he and Scotty remained completely still, allowing Lloyd’s smooth thrusting to make him both the fucker and the fuckee. The forward motions drove his long cock deep into Scotty’s willing ass, while the reverse motions sank Dan’s rigid meat up into Lloyd’s gut. Almost simultaneously, each man’s shaft began to tighten and pulse, releasing its load. The older studs roared as cum flowed from Dan into Lloyd, and from Lloyd into Scotty. The horny teen trembled and cried out as a hands-free orgasm tore through him, sending a torrent of hot boy cum flooding down onto the bunk beneath him. The fevered pitch of their fuck session began to slow. Lloyd filled Scotty’s young chute to overflowing as Dan looked on, relishing the feeling of Lloyd’s talented ass as it milked his fat cock dry. A few minutes later, Lloyd walked his well-fucked ass back over to his own truck, climbed inside and politely moved his rig out of the way. It was the least he could do for his new father and son buddies. After all, they had generously given him both a story that he’d never forget and a cum-soaked ending to his long dry spell. 26 • Roscoe Trucking Company

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Dodgeball Erection by Cory Campbell I hated gym class. I would have much preferred spending another hour in English literature, art, or music class. Even science or algebra, neither of which I was too crazy about, would have been better than gym. The problem was that I was never very sports oriented. I knew very little about baseball, basketball, football, etc. But the coaches all seemed to think that just because I was a boy, I should have just automatically known how to play these games; all the other guys did. I eventually figured out baseball and basketball to some extent, but to this day, football remains a complete mystery to me. It was some relief that our classes were large enough that not everyone could participate in the same activity in each class. We were usually broken up into three groups. I always tried to get into the group that was doing the least competitive activity. I spent one quarter doing aerobics, but I ended up being the only boy, and taking a lot of shit for it. I spent one quarter lifting weights, and I kind of enjoyed it, but the weight room was always full of dumb jocks, the same guys who bullied me in the halls every day. So I ended up spending a lot of time jogging around the track on the upper level of the gym with the track and field guys. Most of them fell into the “dumb jock” category, as well, but since we were running, we didn’t have much opportunity for any interaction. They kept to themselves, and I kept to myself. As much as I hated gym class, there was one aspect of it that I secretly enjoyed: the group showers. I loved looking at all the other guys naked – the wiry track guys, the beefy football players, the lanky basketballers – I wasn’t picky. I thought there was something hot about all of them. I didn’t have a “type” back then, and I guess I still don’t. At the end of class, all the guys would pile into the locker room. The coach mandated showers after every class, so the big communal shower stall was always full of naked boys. I would have loved to have reached out and grabbed every one of their cocks, but of course, I didn’t. I was amazed that I never got hard during those group showers. I guess it was because I was always so nervous that the other guys would know what I was thinking. One day, as I was jogging around the upper track, trying to think of anything other than gym to pass the time more quickly, I looked Dodgeball Erection • 27

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down on the floor and noticed one of the other groups in my class was playing dodgeball. Boy, was I glad I wasn’t in that group. I hated dodgeball the most of any of the games we had to play in gym class. I didn’t even really think of it as a game. It was just a chance for the bullies in class to pick on the unpopular kids. Like me. Sometime a ball got thrown so hard that it knocked a kid down. Sometimes the ball left a welt or even a bruise. It was surprising that the coaches let that kind of brutality go on in class, but I imagine when they were in school, they were the bullies, not the ones being picked on. As I moved around the track, I could hear the balls slamming against the wall of the gym when they missed their targets – and I could hear the thud of them hitting a body when they didn’t. For the most part, I tried not to pay attention to what was going on below me. I was safe up where I was, and I had no desire to be down on the gym floor. But then, as I was rounding a corner, something caught my eye. I looked down, and there was Tommy Whittington with a red playground ball in his hands. He was rearing back to throw it, and the muscles in his arm were bulging. I couldn’t tell who his target was, but whoever it was was going to be sore when it hit. We didn’t have gym uniforms. Instead, everyone just wore some version of gym shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt or a tank top. Tommy almost always wore baggy maroon sweatpants, cut off at the knee, and a yellow tank top. I was amazed to see that the front of Tommy’s cut off sweatpants was poking out like he’d dropped a tent pole down his pants. Tommy had a hardon – a really big hardon! I slowed my pace a little bit and tried to remember what he looked like naked. I had to have seen him in the shower at some point, but I certainly didn’t remember anything that big. His cock must have been a grower. I was sure I’d have remembered seeing anything that big hanging between his legs. I glanced down again, and Tommy’s cock was still hard. It was so obvious that I couldn’t have been the only one to notice it. I guess the other guys in class were too embarrassed to say anything about it. Either that, or they were too scared that Tommy would pound them one if they did say something. I did a couple more laps, and each time I passed by above Tommy, I’d look down and check to see if he was still hard. I jogged slower and slower, until I finally just came to a stop. Coach hardly ever paid any 28 • Dodgeball Erection

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attention to the group of us that ran laps. Some of the guys would only do one or two laps, then sneak off somewhere until the end of class. I stood at the railing and looked down at the gym floor. I could feel my own cock starting to stir in my sweatpants. I didn’t like Tommy, and I was pretty sure he didn’t like me, but I had to admit he was hot. He wasn’t very tall, but he was covered with muscles. He had broad shoulders and a great set of pecs and biceps. His armpits were covered in a thick, dark pelt of hair, and I found myself wondering what they would smell like after an hour of playing dodgeball. As I stood there drinking in the sight of him, I wondered why he hadn’t worn a jockstrap. From the way his cock was tenting his shorts, it looked like he couldn’t have been wearing any underwear at all. I kept staring at him, trying to figure out what had gotten him so excited. Was he thinking about his girlfriend, or did it turn him on knowing that he was causing the other guys pain each time he hit them with the ball. For a moment, I was lost in my thoughts of Tommy, his hot body, and his large cock. Then I suddenly realized I wasn’t the only one that was staring. Tommy must have sensed he was being watched, because he was looking right back at me from the gym floor. I could feel my face turn bright red. He had caught me staring at him, and he must have had a pretty good idea as to why. His face turned stoney, and his eyes narrowed as he looked back at me. Oh, shit! I thought. I was sure I had just given him a great reason to beat me up. I started running my laps again, not sure what I was going to do. When Coach blew his whistle to signal the end of class, I hung back a little bit and did one extra lap while everyone else hit the showers. When I got to the locker room, most of the other guys were finishing up their showers as I was heading in. I didn’t see Tommy. I wondered if his hardon ever went down, or if he got dressed really quickly and headed out without taking a shower so no one would see him hard. At any rate, I took a very quick shower, then headed out to my afternoon classes. All through the rest of my classes, I thought about Tommy and his dodgeball erection. As much as I was glad that I hadn’t run into him in the locker room after class, I really did want to see his naked, hard dick. I was daydreaming about it, about finding someway to see it without him seeing me, when the last bell rang. Dodgeball Erection • 29

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I was still in kind of a daze as I left the school building. I was about three blocks from the school, nearing the park, when I almost ran smack dab into Tommy. I had been so lost in my thoughts, that I hadn’t even seen him. “What the fuck were you staring at today, queer?” Tommy sneered at me. “Huh?” I said, slowly coming back to reality. “In gym class. I saw you looking at me,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. “Come off it, Campbell. You know you were staring at my dick.” Without saying anything else, I pushed past him and kept walking down the street. My heart was racing. I could tell he was following me. I wondered if he was going to beat me up. I felt him grab my backpack as he caught up with me. “C’mon, dude. I know you were checking me out.” “Fuck you,” I said and just kept walking. I usually cut across the park on my way home, so I ducked into the park entrance. Tommy followed me. “You probably want to suck it,” he said. I turned around long enough to say, “Shut up!” then continued on. The park had a wooded area with a couple of trails that led through it. One of the trails eventually ran right along my back yard, so that was the way I normally walked home. I didn’t really want to go into the woods with Tommy following me, but I had already headed that way by instinct. If I turned back now, I’d look like a coward. Tommy followed me as I took off down the trail. I could still hear his footsteps behind me. “Campbell! Hey, Campbell!” he yelled. I finally realized that he wasn’t going to go away and leave me alone. I was probably going to get the shit beat out of me, but there was no way to avoid it without looking like a pussy. I stopped and turned around. “What?” I said. “Look, dude, I know you were staring at my dick. I saw you.” “What makes you think that?” I asked. Now it was Tommy’s turn to squirm. “I … I could just tell,” he stammered. 30 • Dodgeball Erection

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He was embarrassed, so I pressed my advantage. “How could you tell? Why on earth would I be looking at your dick?” Tommy’s attitude changed abruptly. He jammed his hands down into his jeans pockets and stared at the ground. “’Cause it was … you know ….” “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tommy. Maybe you’d better spell it out for me.” “It was hard! All right? ’Cause I had a fucking bone on!” “Oh, yeah,” I said casually. “Now I remember. I guess you did. You must have really gotten turned on playing dodgeball. I may have noticed that.” “Shit! You noticed all right,” Tommy spat out. “So what if I did?” He came up to me and grabbed my shirt collar. “I told you, you probably wanted to suck it!” Tommy bumped up against me, and I suddenly realized he was hard again. It wasn’t as obvious in his jeans as it was in his sweatpant shorts, but when his crotch knocked against my thigh, I could feel it. A look of surprise crossed my face. As Tommy stared into my eyes, his expression softened. “You probably wanted to suck it, right?” We stood there quietly for a few minutes, neither one of us moving. He was still holding me by my shirt collar, but he wasn’t nearly as menacing as he had been a moment ago. “Suck it,” he said quietly. “Please ….” You could have knocked me over with a feather. He wanted me to suck him off. Tommy Whittington wanted me – another boy – to suck his cock! I was too shocked to say anything. Tommy slowly let go of me. He grabbed the growing bulge in his jeans, looking down at it. “I’m so fuckin’ hard, man,” he said. It was almost a whine. “C’mon, man. Help a dude out.” He hadn’t been waiting for me after school to beat me up; he was hoping he could get me to suck his dick. That’s why he followed me into the woods. I had never blown anyone before. As a matter of fact, the only sex I had ever had was jerking off by myself. And now, seeing Tommy standing there with his long, hard cock sticking out of his jeans, I knew I wanted it. “OK,” I said quietly. Dodgeball Erection • 31

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Tommy let out a relieved sigh and breathily said, “Oh, thank you! I’m so fuckin’ horny.” I walked up to him and wrapped my hand around his prick. It was really hard and felt kind of gristly under the skin. It was practically vibrating as I gave it a couple of strokes. “Oh, fuck!” Tommy groaned. “Don’t jerk it, suck it. I wanna cum in your mouth.” It never occurred to me that I might not like that. I just got down on my knees in front of him, leaned forward and took his cockhead between my lips. He was already leaking from his piss slit. It tasted kind of salty, but I liked it. His crotch had the randy, funky, musky smell that only teenage boys have. I moved forward a little bit, and took some of his shaft into my mouth. Tommy groaned, “Oh, fuck, yeah! So fuckin’ hot! Sweet fuckin’ mouth!” and started thrusting his hips forward, pushing more cock into me. I gagged a little bit, but it wasn’t too bad. When I finally got the hang of his fuck rhythm, I was taking his cock easily. Not the whole thing, but definitely enough of it to satisfy him. As I listened to Tommy’s breathing getting more and more ragged, I realized that my own cock was rock hard in my pants. I had been so focused on him, that I hadn���t even noticed my own boner. Tommy gave me another thrust or two, then groaned loudly. As I tasted the warm, thick load pouring out of his cock and into my mouth, I spontaneously fired my own wad into my pants. We pulled apart and eventually caught our breath. Tommy stuffed his cock back into his jeans, reached down and ruffled my hair. “Thanks, Campbell,” he said. “You’re all right. See you in school tomorrow.” With that, he turned around and headed out of the woods. I sat there on the ground for a few more minutes before getting up, picking up my backpack, and heading home. As I walked through the woods, my slimy Jockey shorts sticking to my softening cock, I wasn’t really sure how to feel about what had just happened. I had had a great time, and it looked like I had made a new friend and gotten rid of one of my bullies, but I wasn’t sure. I guess I’d find out for certain when I got to school the next day.

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The PUDman Cums Ahh! Home from school at last! What a day. First, my English teacher gets down on my case for not having my book report done. In Spanish, I get yelled at for not conjugating my verbs correctly. In gym, I get my butt snapped with a wet towel by Franky, the class bully. I hate high school! It’s just after 3:00 p.m., time to check to see if that special package is out for delivery. I am in such deep shit. Dad and Mom are always getting sex toys. I wish I had normal parents who didn’t love fucking so much. It’s embarrassing to go into their bedroom. You never know what you’re going to find. Listening to them carry on at night, it makes your mind ponder what toys they are using. What toy could possible make Mom giggle like that? What instrument is making Dad pant and groan so hard? And my parents aren’t the least bit ashamed about their over-active sex life. It’s like living with sex addicts. Yesterday, my best friend, Hal, and I were going through their dresser and closets. “Fuck, dude!” he kept saying. “You’ve got cool parents. Look at all these dildos. What’s the matter, your dad can’t keep it up?” “I dunno, man. I know Mom likes the vibrating ones. A man’s dick doesn’t do that,” I told him. “And what the hell is this?” he asked, pulling a big rubber ball out of the closet. “It’s got this thing poking out,” he said, rubbing the butt plug that was attached to the ball. “That’s an E-Z Rider,” I told him. A teenager shouldn’t know what an E-Z Rider is. How embarrassing. “What do you do with it?” Hal asked. “You shove that plug up your butt, sit on the ball, and bounce up and down. You fuck your ass with that,” I told him. Hal laughed. “So which one of your parents uses it?” he asked, trying to dribble the ball. “Hey, watch it!” I yelled too late. Hal slammed the E-Z Rider hard against the wall and it popped! “Oops!” he said. “Shit!” I yelled. “They got so many toys, maybe they won’t notice,” Hal said. “Fat chance!” I said. “Now I got to order one and hope it gets here before they notice!” I yelled. “You owe me!” “Whatever,” he said. The PUDman Cums • 33

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And that’s what I’m checking on now. Dad and Mom won’t be home until seven. I ordered the E-Z Rider from Butt Universe yesterday. They promised it would be delivered the next day. I check the tracking number on the internet. According to the Pacific United Delivery website, the package is out for delivery. Yeah! It’s 3:30 p.m. Nothing yet. I’ve got my face glued to the window watching for that PUD truck. It’s 3:40. There it is. The truck pulls around the corner. I’m at the front door before the truck stops. Here comes the PUDman. He is so cute. I wish Dad was that good looking. I wouldn’t mind listening to Dad porking Mom if he looked that good. That would get my dick hard. “Special delivery for a Matt Hardman?” the PUDman asks. His smile makes my dick bounce. That, and the snake that’s filling out his pant leg. “A delivery from B-u-t-t U-n-i-v-e-r-s-e,” he says slowly. His grin makes me blush and makes my dick even harder. “Here,” he says, holding out a clipboard. “I need your signature on line seven,” he says. I look into his eyes. He looks back. “Uh, you got a pen?” I ask. The PUDman shrugs his shoulders. He’s got his hands full, holding the package in one hand and the clipboard in the other. Even if he has a pen, he can’t reach it with his two hands occupied. “I’ve know there’s a pen in the kitchen,” I tell PUDman. I turn and run to the kitchen to get a pen. I didn’t expect PUDman to follow me into the house. My nervous fingers shaking, I manage to scribble my signature on line seven of the clipboard. “Thanks, boy. Here’s your package,” Mr. PUDman says, holding out the box. His boner is so tight inside his pants. I take the package, but PUDman doesn’t move. “You want to see what’s inside?” I ask. PUDman grins. “What could possibly come from Butt Universe, and why is a boy like you getting it? I’m curious,” he says. “It’s not for me,” I explain. “It never is,” he says with a laugh. “Honest. It’s for my parents,” I say. “You order something from Butt Universe for your parents? You expect me to believe that, kid?” PUDman says, raising his eyebrow. 34 • The PUDman Cums

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“I swear. It’s the truth,” I blab. I open the box and pull out the E-Z Rider. “You got to be fucking kidding me!” the PUDman exclaims. “You bought your parents an E-Z Rider?” “What? You know what it is?” I ask. The PUDman grunts. “You’d be surprised what I know, kid. You deliver for PUD and you see everything.” “It’s for my parents, honest. My best friend was over yesterday and he popped my parents’ E-Z Rider. I had to buy a replacement before they notice,” I explain. “And you know how to use this?” the PUDman asks, taking the E-Z Rider from my hands. I just blush and the PUDman says, “I bet you do. You know, your parents will know this isn’t theirs, since it’s brand new. You better you use it a few times; break it in, you know? You want some help with that?” I gulp. The PUDman is serious. He pulls on the E-Z Rider’s butt plug. “Hmm, think this will fit up your butt? Looks like you’ve got a tight, little bubble butt, boy. Want to show it to me? See if this fits? I know you do. You’ve been looking at this,” he says, stroking his heavy pant leg, “the entire time. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I can’t stop grinning. I’m in love with this PUDman! What the hell! We’re all alone in the house, and no one will be home for hours. I peel off my t-shirt and the PUDman growls, “That’s my boy.” I’m naked in seconds. I turn around and show him my bubble butt. The PUDman feels it. He runs his fingers over my hard butt cheeks. “Not bad,” he says. “I like a tight boy butt.” He shoves a finger into my hole. I let out a yelp. “Tight!” the PUDman exclaims. “Tight and hot!” I yank my butt off his finger and run to my bedroom. I fly onto the bed, land on my belly and spread my legs for the PUDman. He comes after me, tossing his uniform in the hallway. His dick is as beautiful as his face! “Nice ass, kid,” the PUDman says. He fondles my ass some more. I watch him slap his dick against my cheeks. His dickhead is wet already. It tickles when he rubs it between my butt cheeks. “This is as big as the plug on the E-Z Rider,” the PUDman says as he rubs his dickhead right on my hole. “If this fits, so will it.” 36 • The PUDman Cums

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He makes me scream when he pushes his dick hard against my hole. It pops in easier than I thought. “Oh, yeah!” the PUDman moans. “Nice hole, kid!” He grabs my ass and drills in deep. I squirm with delight, clutching my bed and grabbing his probing dick with my sphincter as tight as I can. “Grab it, boy,” the PUDman yells. “Squeeze it. Drain my dick, boy!” I do my best. I love it. Too soon, the PUDman yanks his dick out of my ass. “Can’t get you pregnant, kid,” he grunts. “Yeah, here it cums, boy. Here it cums!” he groans. Cum shoots high into the air. The smell is intense. It splashes hard on my tingling butt cheeks. I love the wet heat on my ass. “Oh, fuck!” the PUDman moans. “So sweet! Now let me see you ride this!” he says, grabbing the E-Z Rider. My asshole is slick from the PUDman’s cock juices. I hop onto the E-Z Rider. My hole is so hot and wet, the butt plug pops in with ease! The PUDman kneels in front of me, popping my dick into his mouth. I bounce up and down on the E-Z Rider, shoving my boy dick as deep down the PUDman’s throat as I can. The butt plug so intensifies the pleasure. Now I know why it’s Dad’s favorite toy. The PUDman grabs my body. He holds me still. My nuts are on the verge of popping. He keeps me from bouncing. With his strong throat muscles, he milks my dick until I’m screaming with pleasure. My nuts fire simultaneously. Streams of endless boy cum shoot from the tip of my dick down the PUDman’s gullet. My body is shaking like crazy. The PUDman finishes drinking my spunk. Now he’s kissing my belly, my chest, my neck, my lips. His lips are on mine. His tongue is in my mouth. His tongue is down my throat. He expertly pulls my ass off the E-Z Rider. He shifts his butt over the E-Z Rider, sits on it, works that plug deep up inside him, and shoves his cock back up my hole. Now he’s showing me how to really use the E-Z Rider. Dad and Mom will never know it’s a brand new one, not the way the PUDman is bouncing our hot, sweaty bodies on it! Good thing we still got hours to break it in. We’re going to use every minute having a good time, me and the PUDman. 38 • The PUDman Cums

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Cum Stain on the Ceiling by Jack Walden First off, you need to know I ain’t one of them fruity types. Torquing cooze is my all-time favorite exercise. I gotta admit I ain’t no virgin, however, in that other category. I do got a little experience there, mostly coming under the heading of “Boy, was I drunk last night”, you know what I mean? Why turn down sex, right? Even if it ain’t my natural inclination. So when the big boss sent me off to fill in as assistant to an electrician I ain’t never worked with before, it didn’t bother me none that he turned out to be a real ugly dude with ears that stuck out a mile and a creased, unshaven face that wasn’t helped by the cigarette butt he had clamped in his horse teeth. It was true I couldn’t help noticing he had a hell of a lot of beef on him, but only because his t-shirt was so tight it bunched up in his armpits and the sleeves didn’t hardly cover half his tattooed shoulder muscles – USMC on one side and a bulldog on the other. Couldn’t tell about the rest of him, because his bleached-out bib overalls was as loose as his t-shirt was tight. He moved his baseball cap to the back of his head and give me a good long look up and down. I wasn’t, like, hanging out of my clothes or nothing, but I did have the sleeves chopped off of my flannel shirt, and you know how Levi jeans are, the way they hug your butt and your crotch, ’specially when you don’t wear any skivvies? Anyways, I’m worth looking at, even if I do say so myself. He didn’t give me any indication whether he thought so or not. Just shifted the butt and drawled, “Get yer ass up in the crawlspace where I can feed you the wires. Be sure you stay on the rafters ’cause the ceiling ain’t nothin’ but single-layer sheet rock.” “Gotcha,” I said. He held the aluminum a-frame for me, doing it in such a way I couldn’t help but stick my hind end in his face when I climbed up into the opening in the hallway. That didn’t seem to bother him none. Me neither. “It’s dark!” I called back down to him. “Should be light comin’ through a three-inch hole under a rafter along about eight feet straight in front of you.” “Yeah, I see it. Damn, it’s hot up here.” “Take yer shirt off. Yer gonna get it all dusty otherwise, an’ besides who’s gonna see?” 44 • Cum Stain on the Ceiling

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I quick popped the snaps and pulled it off. When I leaned halfnaked out of the opening to hand it to him he watched real close. He give me a short length of two-by-four and told me to nail it across the tops of the rafters directly above the hole while he set the ladder up under it. The crawl space between the ceiling and the roof wasn’t quite high enough so you could actually crawl. You had to kind of scrootch yourself along, humping a couple of inches at a time, keeping your elbows and knees balanced on the tops of the rafters. Wasn’t easy since my tool belt had a screwdriver that kept jabbing me in the thigh and a hammer nudging against my nuts with each scrootch, but I got there eventually and wiggled my fingers through the hole to let him know I was there. “OK,” he said, “here y’go.” Through the hole, I could see him standing halfway up the ladder with a couple of wires in his fist, one red, one white. From this angle, I had a pretty good view down inside his baggy overalls, but there wasn’t enough light in there to actually see what he was sporting in his crotch, damn it. He fed the wires up through the hole to me, and per instructions, I ran them between the rafters all the way back to the hallway and down between two wall studs to where he’d cut a hole for the switch. To do that last part, I had to, like, arch my body over the hall opening. He stood under me, breathing through his mouth. “Jeez, yer really sweatin’.” “I tol’ ya, it’s gotta be a hundert ’n’ ten up here.” “So take yer pants off, too. Like I said, who’s –” “Gonna see me, yeah, I know. I ain’t wearin’ no underwear.” “So? Me neither.” “Well, I don’t want no splinters in my johnson.” He shrugged and sent me back along the rafters to the hole. Looking through it, I watched him bulling a fancy ceiling fan up to the top of the ladder, his arm muscles swelling with the strain. He was starting to sweat, himself. He had a yellow plastic line tied around the rotor housing and once he got the fan balanced on the top step, he threaded the ends up to me. “This’s the hard part. Pull the shaft through the hole an’ tie it off around the two-by-four. I’ll come up there and join up with you an’ then we’ll do all the mountin’ and screwin’ together.” Cum Stain on the Ceiling • 45

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He said that without cracking a smile, so I tried to keep a straight face too. Didn’t want him thinking I was having, like, dirty thoughts or nothing. I tied off the knot, and then to make sure it’d hold, I gave it a strong jerk and hit my shoulder on a nail or something sticking out of the bottom of one of the roof beams. “Ow! Fuck!” “You OK?” I told him what happened. “You bleedin’?” “Dunno. Can’t see it. Think so.” “Just lay there. I gotta come up there now anyways.” He dragged the ladder back to the hall opening, and soon I heard him scrooching up behind me until he was wedged on top of my legs. “I can’t get past yer tool belt. Yer gonna need to take it off.” It wasn’t that easy what with him laying on my legs and weighing them down, but at last I got the buckle open and laid the belt over the next rafter beside us. By then my jeans were slid down to where they must of been exposing half my asscrack. He pulled himself up some more until his chest was pressing down on my half-bare asscheeks through my pants. “I see it now. Yep, yer bleedin’.” “Bad?” “Naw. Don’t need no stitches or nothin’. It hurt?” “My sweat’s makin’ it sting some. Lick it.” “… What?” I felt him stiffen up when I said that. I don’t mean his porkroll – though now that I think about it, he probably was getting a woody by that point. It’s for sure I was, what with him squirming all over my half naked body. I tried to point over my shoulder. “Use yer tongue and lick the dust and blood off. Spit is good for wounds. It’s anna-ceptic or something.” Nothing happened for so long I thought he wasn’t going to do it. Then I felt the wet tip of his tongue touch my shoulder and he started to lightly lick me. After a couple of seconds his big callused hands grabbed the sides of my rib cage and he got into licking me a little more emphatically. A couple more seconds of that, and when he said “Undo yer jeans,” his voice was thick with phlegm. Uh-oh, I thought, but I didn’t hesitate doing it. 46 • Cum Stain on the Ceiling

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“Now push ’em down.” I couldn’t get them much below mid-thigh. My dick was real happy to be freed from the hot denim. With him laying on my fully-bare buns, it was getting stiffer and I could feel a trickle of sweat run down the shaft and drip off the end. By this time, he’d licked along my backbone and was down to the small of my back. He stopped and started fumbling around. “What’re you doin’?” I asked. “Waddaya think? I’m getting’ m’dick out.” “Oh, uh, look, boss. I don’t think I can, like, take it, not without any, you know, lube or nothin’.” He snorted. “You won’ need none, kid. I ain’t hardly started with this tongue of mine. By the time I’m through ….” He left the statement unfinished and scrooched down a little further, shifting his hands from my sides to my ass, his calluses scratchy on my naked cheeks. He slid his thumbs into the sweaty cleft of my rump on either side of my sphincter, stuck his nose into my crack, and pressed his tongue in between his thumbs. Whenever somebody licks my asshole, it makes me shiver and I clamp shut a little tighter, but this dude sure knew what he was doing. He didn’t just lick it, he sucked on it, chewed on it, and with every swipe he got his fat tongue a little further into my hole until I was lifting my butt to help him get in even deeper. Once he’d got me thoroughly opened up, he hoisted himself onto on my bare back. The buckles of his overalls were cold against my shoulder blades. Spread-eagled on top of me, he propped his elbows and work boots on the next two rafters over from the two I was balanced on with my full-blown boner waggling down between. I could feel the head of his prick wedging itself into the wet crevasse of my ass. “OK, now,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath smelled of cigarette smoke and the rest of him stank of fresh sweat. “Get me in position, kid.” He raised his hips, and I slid my hands under his groin and felt around until I grabbed the wet column of his cock. It was real thick and real hard, so it took a minute to maneuver its pointy glans up against my slicked-up pucker. “It’s there,” I breathed. Cum Stain on the Ceiling • 47

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Usually I ain’t that easy to fuck, but he was right about me not needing any lube. That tongue of his had got my asshole in a very welcoming mood. The whole length of his shaft was slippery with our sweat and his spit. He didn’t even have to press very hard before the head popped through into my rectum. “Yeah,” he said and didn’t waste any concerns for my comfort, ramming inch after inch of himself into me, until finally his hairy balls was mashed against my buttocks. “OK, now fuck y’rself with it,” he grunted and stuck his tongue in my ear. I started humping my ass up and down on his dick, just a little each way ’cause I didn’t want to raise up too high and have him spear himself on the same nail I hit. He caught the rhythm, but he went at it even harder, chewing on my earlobe and pounding faster and faster in my ass. The dude fucked even better than he rimmed. It didn’t take long before he had me ready to unload. If he continued to shaft me like that, I was going to spew. He could tell it, too. “You gonna cum without even touchin’ yerself, ain’t cha?” I was gasping too hard to answer but I nodded. “All right!” he panted, “Go for it, kid!” He put his prick on full throttle now and that was all it took to push me over the top and trigger my orgasm. Making strangling noises in the back of my throat, I started spraying my juice all over the wallboard between the rafters. He clamped hold of my shoulders and shoved his dick all the way in and held it. I could feel it jerk as he shot what must of been a big wad of jizz into my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, crammed it back in and held it again while giving me another spurt of cum. He must of repeated that a half dozen more times until his ball sack was empty. He let his sweaty weight sag down on top of me. “I came all over the wallboard. Probably gonna soak through.” “I know. Always does,” he said as he extracted his softening cock out of my ass. “Now pull yer pants up, kid.” He indicated the ceiling fan. “We got some serious screwin’ to do.” Just before we left the job, he pointed to a damp spot the size of a half dollar near the fan. “See ’at? Souvenir of you an’ me,” he snorted. Him and me worked together a lot after that. Cum stains on the ceiling got to be our trademark. 50 • Cum Stain on the Ceiling

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Stud Brothers by Joseph I can’t remember when it all started, it was so long ago in my memory. Growing up in an Italian household, every one was very relaxed about being naked in front of each other. I often saw my father in the shower getting ready for work in the morning, soaping up his genitals, and getting a partial hardon as he bathed. There was only me, my brother Adolfo, and our father, who was a widower, in a very small house in Naples. Being naked around each other was not an issue. Our mother had passed away when we were very young, and my father never remarried. It was a house of men, and clothing became optional. Sometimes, my brother and I would shower together while our father shaved. We grew up always seeing the changes in our bodies, and comparing our growth with our father. I, being the oldest, had reached maturity before my brother, but it didn’t take long for him to catch up. Getting hard and comparing our cocks became a normal part of growing up in that house, and even though we were all very different people, we had one thing in common: very big dicks. Our father was always saying there was too much cock for such a small house! It was normal to see or hear our dad beating his thick Italian sausage, and when he came, he always let out a deep groan, not hiding a thing from us. Adolfo and I would often be having a contest to see who could cum the fastest, or who had more sperm in their balls. Once in a while, we would jack each other’s cocks and cum that way. Adolfo sometimes would scoop up our collective jizz and eat it. I liked seeing my little brother do this, and it would often make me hard again right away. We slept in the same bed until high school, and started most of our mornings a sticky mess. Papa would see us heading for the bathroom with cum dripping off our stomachs, and chuckle to himself. As we got older and began to date girls, we had fewer of our masturbation sessions, but they did not stop, altogether. Even after we both went to university, we would fall back on our old habits when we saw each other on holidays. But we now shared stories of the girls we fucked when we masturbated together. On more than one occasion, we would fuck the same girl at the same time. Feeling my brother’s cock next to mine in the same vagina, or my cock getting sprayed with my brother’s cum as we pumped our Stud Brothers • 51

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loads into the girl’s stretched out pussy was always a real turn-on for me, and I know my brother felt the same. We are older now, and I have become a successful business man. Adolfo is more of an artist, and plays in a rock band. We look very different, I being short haired and clean cut, often wearing a suit and tie, and he being shaggy and bearded, almost always wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. My loose fitting pants cannot hide my huge cock, and my full crotch is always getting a lot of attention. Adolfo is even more obvious, appearing on stage in his tight jeans with his big penis stretching the limits of the cloth of his pants. He gets many girls that way, being in a band and putting the family treasure on display like that. Once, we were sharing this young girl in my bed, and she wanted to see two men make love to each other. She encouraged me to kiss Adolfo on the mouth, something we had never done before. At first it seemed strange, but then we both relaxed and got into it. I explored my brother’s mouth with my tongue, and he was doing the same. The girl was watching us and masturbating her wet pussy, enjoying the show. I ran my hands up and down my younger brother’s fine, muscled body, and liked the feeling it gave me. I love my brother, and he loves me very much, as well. Taking him as a lover proved not a difficult thing at all. I began to wonder why we had not gone to this level before. Our hands found each other’s hard cocks, and we continued kissing very deeply. The girl said she wanted to see us suck on each other, and while she sat in an armchair looking at us on the bed, Adolfo raised up and moved himself into a sixty nine position, his head resting on my thigh. My brother’s big, veiny, uncut cock was right in my face, and my hard penis was near his mouth. The familiar smell of his crotch was not new to me, but I had never sucked a dick before and was not sure I would like it. Adolfo opened his mouth and began to sweetly suck on my engorged cock. The feeling was so intense, I opened my mouth to receive him. I found it wonderful, having his hard member throbbing on my tongue. He was passionately working his hips, fucking my face as he continued to orally service me. The young lady moaned while she watched and rubbed her clit in a frenzy. As my brother and I continued sucking, she exploded, and stream after stream of hot juice shot out of her vagina, covering Stud Brothers • 53

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herself and the chair. Seeing this, I shot my own intense load into my brother’s mouth. He swallowed everything that came from my balls. I remembered that he liked the taste of cum, so he was not having any problem drinking me in. I was not so sure I could handle his cum in my mouth, so I pulled my lips off of him, and began to move my fist very fast up and down his wet penis. His balls tightened up against the base of his cock, and he began a low moan, shooting string after string of hot juice all over me while I watched the show just inches from my face. All three of us were wet with our juices, and the girl came over to us to lie down between our spent bodies. We slept a bit, and later that night, Adolfo and I put both of our hard pricks into her wet pussy at the same time and fucked away, rubbing our cocks together as we fucked. It was something we had done before, but this time, we were kissing each other as we fucked. It was clear to me it wasn’t so much the girl that was making me so hard, but my brother, who I loved, and the feeling of our cocks together that really turned me on. After that night, things became different for my brother and me. We no longer needed a woman to share to have sex together, and we found it wonderful to be able to make love whenever we wanted. We loved sharing our cocks, and making each other cum as we had for years in the past, but now we shared even more love and pleasure. Nothing gives me more joy than to be cumming with my brother, since we know each other so well. We moved in together, and each morning, we become a sticky mess again. Just like we did when we were growing up.

Family Business by Natty Soltesz An excerpt from the book Backwoods. For more information, see the ad on page 39. Frank DeVeo had no problem with his sons lounging around the house naked. These were the dog days of July, and their air conditioning had busted a week ago, so nudity around the house had become de rigueur. With hardons, though – that was a different matter. Lance and Bobby seemed unashamed, though, and made no move to cover up until they saw their father’s face. 54 • Family Business

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“Sorry, Dad,” Lance said, grabbing a pillow from the couch and holding it over his crotch. He threw one to Bobby, who did the same. Frank turned back to the kitchen, shaking his head. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, opened it and took a gulp. He wondered if he’d overreacted. He remembered what it was like when he was his sons’ age – in fact, in the sexually-arid year since the boys’ mother Debbie had left the family, he could empathize all to well. Frank owned his own business, DeVeo Landscaping, and this summer his boys had been working with him more than ever (so much that he was considering renaming it DeVeo and Sons). He’d given them the day off, but the work had been more arduous than he’d expected; the extreme heat had exhausted his nerves. He supposed he was more irked by their lassitude than by their hardons. He took another drink of beer. Already he could feel it warming his mind. Setting the bottle on the counter, he stripped off his jeans and shirt. He ran the cold glass bottle down his hard, sweaty chest. Hardons. Who cared? It was actually kind of funny once you thought about it. He returned to the living room, holding his beer at his side. His sons had tossed the pillows aside again and were still boned up. They turned from the TV and looked to their dad. Gauging that he’d relaxed, neither bothered to re-cover themselves. Frank sat on the couch next to Lance. Bobby, the younger of the two, was spread out on the floor next to his feet. “What’s got you fellas so horned-up, anyway?” Frank asked. “Just this movie,” Lance said. “This one lady has these huge knockers.” Frank chuckled. The casual intimacy he’d developed with his sons was one of the pluses that had come from Debbie’s departure. “She keeps taking her top off, too.” “The plot’s ridiculous,” Bobby said. “The plot’s ridiculous,” Lance mocked. “You’re such a nerd.” “Cut it out,” Frank said. He was protective toward Bobby, whose quiet intelligence was often steamrolled by Lance’s loud antics. He looked at Bobby’s body, amazed at how much he’d matured in the past year. The landscaping work was making his body muscled and defined. His hard cock was the real stunner, though. It seemed only yesterday he’d sported a hairless baby dick. Now it was thick-rooted and long, Family Business • 55

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mounted from a dense thatch of pubes. Apparently he’d gotten the DeVeo big-dick gene after all. So had Lance, but no surprises there. Lance was justly proud of his body and showed it off at every opportunity. Frank took in the perfect v-shape of his torso, a waist you could encircle with two hands. His hard cock, lolling against one golden-haired thigh like the tongue of a lazy dog. They watched the movie in silence for another half hour. The bigtitted actress came and went, but his sons’ boners never flagged. “Damn, you kids must be horny. I’ve never seen such rampant hardons in my life,” Frank said. “Speak for yourself, Dad,” Lance said. Bobby turned and looked at his father’s rod-ridged briefs. “You’ve got it just as bad as either of us.” Frank smiled, shrugged. “Must be all these teenage hormones in the air.” Bobby went to the kitchen and brought back a beer for his dad. He sat on the couch so that Frank was wedged between his sons. Now they were watching some beach-y MTV atrocity, all toned and tanned, barely-dressed young bodies. “Jesus, you guys,” Frank said, “I guess if you can’t beat em ….” He stripped off his briefs, letting free his sweaty bone. His sons stared at it brazenly. “Beat em’s about the only thing we can do, at this point,” Lance said. Frank took a gulp of beer. On some level he’d been expecting this. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed his sons’ regular ritual of spending entirely-too-quiet hours together in their locked bedroom. And the four beers he’d drunk had junked-up the workings of his moral compass. “That’s not entirely true,” Frank found himself saying. His boys looked up at him. “I bet I could toss off a load by barely even touching myself.” “Huh?” Bobby said. “What, like, with your mind?” “Bullshit,” Lance said, crossing his arms in front of him. Frank smiled. He leaned forward and grabbed the fresh bottle of beer that was waiting for him on the coffee table. Cracking it open, he took a long chug, then set it between his thighs, the bottle ice-cold on his burning hot skin. 56 • Family Business

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He set his boner so that the head of it rested on the bottle’s lip. Grasping the base of the bottle, he rubbed the rim of it up and down his shaft. This was his favorite way to cum, with as little stimulation as possible, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to release his – what was it? ... Jesus, yeah, at least a five-day load. He kept at it, relishing the feel of the smooth, narrow, glass rim against his randy prick. He’d contract his sphincter and make his boner bounce, sometimes plugging the bottle with his fat cockhead. His kids watched, incredulous, and his breathing sped up and his blood pumped faster. “There’s no way,” Lance said, but the deal was almost done. Increasingly frantic vibrations were strumming from Frank’s cock to his mind, until they reverberated like a scream. He swiped the bottle long from balls to shaft and caught the head in the bottle’s mouth just in time. The first pulse of his orgasm hit, and a thick stream of sperm splashed and sunk into the half-full pool of beer. Shot after shot it came, the boys’ jaws on the floor as their dad orgasmed before their eyes. “No way,” Lance said. His throes subsiding, Frank lifted the bottle from his still-dripping cock and held it up to the TV’s light for his boys to see. His creamy, viscous load marbled the amber liquid. “Goddamn, that felt good,” Frank said, wiping the sweat from his face. Lance took the bottle from him for a closer look. “Holy crap, Dad,” he said, and handed it to Bobby who examined it with wide eyes. “Your turn next,” Frank said to Bobby. “No way, I want to do it next,” Lance said, reaching over to snatch the bottle from his brother. Frank sighed. There was just no controlling the kid when he had his mind set. “The key is to control it, don’t let yourself get carried away,” Frank explained as Lance pressed the bottle to his boner. “It’s a good thing to learn, cause there’s gonna be times in your life when you have to hold back.” Lance got a good rhythm going, but he was humping the bottle more than letting it tease his prick, and his technique only unraveled the more excited he got. Soon his fingers were roaming from the bottle to his shaft, and as his orgasm crested, his fingers started working overtime, rubbing against the underside of his prick. Family Business • 57

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Still, it was quite something to watch his son get off. The sight of his young muscles, straining against his skin as he got more and more ramped up. Even the smell of his musky young body – it was both alien and familiar to Frank, like a part of himself he’d lost years ago. Lance missed the bottle on his first shot and sent it streaming almost all the way to the coffee table. He still managed to make a substantial deposit into the bottle, which Frank and Bobby took time to examine. “You show him how it’s done, Bob,” Frank said as his youngest son went up to bat. Just as he’d suspected, Bobby managed to do it right, keeping strict contact of the bottle’s edge against his fat shaft. With long, slow passes he worked up to it, and only minutes seemed to pass before he was blowing his own load into the family gene pool. Frank slapped him on the back. “Good stuff, Bobby,” Lance conceded. “Anybody want a sip of my beer?” Frank joked. His boys laughed. The next morning, however, he noticed the empty bottle on the coffee table. It had been full before he’d gone to bed, and he had a pretty good idea it hadn’t been poured down the drain. §

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The next day was their day off, and the heat was impossibly thicker. They did what they could to cope with it, and Frank had just settled in to a tub of cold water when Lance barged in the bathroom. “Oh, hey, Dad,” he said. His cock, Frank noticed, was half-hard. “What are you doing?” “Just trying to cool off. I’m sweating like a whore in church.” “I was gonna do the same thing,” Lance said, approaching the edge of the tub. “Not sure that there’s room for two in here,” Frank said, sounding more unsure than he’d meant to. “I guess I could try,” Lance said. Frank didn’t say anything, so Lance stepped in the tub and rested between his father’s hairy legs, his back to his dad. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken a bath with one of my sons,” Frank said, trying to lighten the situation. It certainly didn’t feel fatherly. His initially-soft cock was smushed against his son’s slick lower back, but soon it was at throbbing attention, and there was no way Lance could’ve missed it. 58 • Family Business

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Lance pressed down on his father’s knees and scootched back, lying fully on Frank’s furry body. Frank took a deep breath. He looked down Lance’s muscled frame and saw his son’s hard cock resting against his hairless abs. “This is nice. Kinda like when I was a kid. Bobby and I used to take baths with you all the time,” Lance said. He picked up his father’s hands and brought them around his body. Frank felt up his son’s sweat-slick chest. Lance shifted, rubbing his dad’s boner against his back. “Geez you’re horny,” he said. “You’re one to talk,” Frank said. He ran his calloused hands down to Lance’s stomach and wrapped a fist around his son’s cock. Lance arched his hips to meet his stroke. They floated together in the water, Lance’s liquid movements stimulating his dad’s cock while Frank held his son’s body in one hand and his son’s throbbing cock in the other. They probably would’ve taken the act to its logical end if Bobby hadn’t shown up outside the door. Frank noticed him and took his hands away. “Hey Bob,” he said, trying to banish the guilt from his voice. “We’re trying to cool down.” Bobby stepped inside the bathroom, looking at them curiously. “Yeah, you should get in, too,” Lance said. Bobby looked at the two of them and half-grinned. “This should be interesting,” Bobby said as he stepped inside the tub. Frank sat up to give him room and Bobby crouched tight at the end of the tub between Lance’s legs. “Ain’t we a picture,” Frank said, reaching out to massage his sons’ shoulders. “Dad was jerking me off just a minute ago,” Lance said. “I know; I saw,” Bobby said. “It felt good,” Lance said. “Isn’t that what you boys do with each other in your room?” Frank said. “Jerk each other off?” “That and some other stuff,” Lance said. “Like what?” Frank, said. He almost choked on his next words: “Blow jobs?” “Yeah ….” Lance said, indicating that bj’s weren’t the end of the story. Frank hadn’t had any beer that day, but he felt intoxicated just the same. It was a fiery mix of apprehension, jealousy, and desire. He’d Family Business • 59

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felt similarly the day before, when they’d jacked off together, but what he hadn’t felt afterward was guilt. They’d all had fun; where was the harm? “Pheww,” Frank said, running his hands down his face. “That I’d like to see.” “We’ll show you, Dad,” Lance said after a beat. “If you want to see it that bad.” They hoisted themselves out of the tub, dripping water, their cocks three loaded canons. Frank followed them down the hall, the duck being led by his ducklings, all the way to the boys’ darkened bedroom. The boys sat on the bed and their dad sat across from them in the desk chair. All were quiet for an awkward moment. “Just do what you normally do,” Frank said. “Pretend I’m not even here.” His sons looked at each other and grinned. They reached for each other’s cocks, then fell into position, side-by-side on the bed with their heads at opposite ends, immediately going for a sixty-nine. They went down on each other in a relaxed, practiced way. They seemed to be pretty adept at making one another feel good. Frank couldn’t imagine a more perfect arrangement. They stopped after a few minutes, looking up to gauge their dad’s reaction. “Lance usually cums first,” Bobby said. “That’s not always true,” Lance said. “I said ‘usually’.” “Do you guys cum in each other’s mouths?” “Well … yeah,” Bobby said. “That’s sort of the point,” Lance added. “And you swallow and everything?” “Yeah ….” Bobby said. “I’m not judging,” Frank said. “I’m just curious.” “Like I said, Lance usually cums first, but it’s better when we get it at the same time,” Bobby said. They went down on each other again, for longer this time. Bobby was able to take all of Lance’s cock down his throat, deep-throating him effortlessly again and again. No wonder Lance usually came first. Frank’s own dick was dripping like a motherfucker, the precum streaming down his shaft and collecting at the base. His boys were really getting into it now, heads bobbing with intensity, the air filling with stuffed-mouth moans. 60 • Family Business

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“Whoa, whoa,” Lance said, coming off his brother’s dick. “I could cum any minute.” “See?” Bobby said. Frank stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you guys gonna keep going? I feel like maybe I should try to get in on this myself.” Lance sat up. “Well, we used to take turns on each other instead of sixty-nineing. We could do it like that.” “I mean, are you guys all right with it? You know … sucking your dad’s cock.” To hear it aloud made it seem so transgressive. But Lance and Bobby just shrugged. “I think it’d be fun,” Bobby said. “Yeah, we were just talking about it the other night,” Lance added. “We didn’t know if you’d think we were weird.” “Weird? No. I could never think that about you guys. I love you guys, you know.” His sons looked both bashful and proud. “In fact I think a blow job would feel pretty damn good right now.” Lance went first, lying on his stomach and easing in between his dad’s legs. Frank rested back on his hands. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Bobby went next, then they took turns, keeping a tight suction on their dad’s cock, worshipping the very thing that had made them. With the two of them on their hands and knees before him, their smooth young butts spread out behind them, it was hard not to get ideas. They looked at him strangely when he suggested eating their asses. “You mean you guys have really never done that before?” They shook their heads. “Your mother used to do it to me all the time.” “No way,” Lance said. “She was wilder than you’d think,” Frank said, resting on his side, the three of them lazily stroking their dicks to keep them charged. “In fact I’ve got a strap-on dildo around here somewhere that she used to use on me.” “You used to take it up the ass from her?” Bobby asked. “Don’t tell me you guys haven’t tried that yet.” “Well ….” Lance said. “Lance never lets me do it to him,” Bobby said. “I don’t ever hear you complaining,” Lance said. Frank cut them off and had them get on all fours beside each other. He buried his tongue in Lance’s butt first, then moved to Bobby’s hairless, pink Family Business • 61

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crevice. Their asses were tight and tangy. He reached around to feel their moist cocks, stroking both of them at the same time. Almost in unison they pushed his hands away. Frank chuckled into Lance’s ass. To be young again, he thought, and quick on the trigger. From what they’d said, Frank expected Bobby’s ass to be the more accommodating of the two, but the more Frank tongued Lance’s ass, the more he loosened up. Soon he was pushing his dad’s head into his butt, rearing back and straining to take more. Frank obliged and slipped a fat finger past his son’s virgin hole. He pumped him a few times, then let Bobby have a go at it. The glee Bobby got from fingering his older brother was obvious, and Frank couldn’t resist letting him have his first piece. He talked them both through it, but Lance was a natural. Frank had learned a term from one of his gay clients, and it seemed to fit Lance: he was a “bossy bottom,” with all the requisite demands on Bobby to fuck him harder and deeper. Bobby held on for dear life, but it was a lost cause for his first time. He blew it in his brother’s butt in three minutes flat. “Good job,” Frank said to the both of them. “You all right?” he said to Lance, who still had his ass in the air. “I could go for another if you wanna fuck me, Dad,” Lance said. Frank wasn’t above sloppy seconds, and he let himself get into it, giving Lance the pounding of his life. “Oh, my god, Dad, your dick … your dick ….” Lance blathered as his dad plugged him and gave him a sharp slap on the ass for good measure. Bobby watched them, jerking his re-charged tool. Frank was sort of surprised by his own stamina. “You want some too, Bob?” he asked. Bobby nodded, slack-jawed, and got on his back with his legs in the air. Frank lubed him up and switched sons, but Bobby he fucked slow and steady, with tenderness. Bobby seemed sensitive to every jab, every move. Frank took his time. Lance was fingering his ass, obviously ready for more, but he could wait. Frank had already made his decision. “I’m gonna cum in you, Bob. Can you cum with me?” Bobby nodded. They looked in each other’s eyes. Frank felt Bobby’s asshole tighten and spasm around his cock, and then he was losing it too, his load shooting deep into his son’s hole. He felt something hot hit his back and realized Lance was cumming too, directing his load all over their sweaty, overworked bodies. 62 • Family Business

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“We should kiss, don’t you think?” Frank said after they’d collapsed on their backs in a row. “You guys used to kiss your old man all the time.” Lance smirked. “Maybe we’ll get into it a little more, now that we’re older,” Frank added. Lance went first, as if for a smooch, but their lips stayed together and adjusted until they were parted. Frank nudged his tongue between Lance’s lips and he opened wide to take it in. Bobby went next, then the three of them did it together in a messy mass of lips and tongue. This felt good, Frank thought. There was just no way around it. Say it had been the heat that had brought it on, or their hardons, or the lack of ladies in their lives. There were any number of excuses, but none of them mattered, because who needed excuses in the presence of such deep and elemental love?

Out of Control Raising three boys on my own was more challenging than I ever imagined. The older they got, they harder it was to keep them under control. I sold insurance as a living and worked out of a home office. It meant I could see the boys off to school, and be there when they came home in the afternoon. If I had a regular job and didn’t work from home, there is no way I could have raised the boys on my own. “George, you need to find another good woman,” my mother kept pleading. She meant well, but Patty, my late wife, was irreplaceable. I tried dating two years after she passed, but no woman I dated was her match. Things came to a boil last month when I had to empty my wallet to take care of a second pregnancy my oldest boy James had caused. It was just last year that I had to shell out $700 to take care of another girl he’d knocked up. This year, the bill was $1,000! And I had to drive this girl out of state to deal with it. I wasn’t having any more of it. I was ready to snip my son’s balls. “Can’t I just have him fixed?” I asked my brother. “Get a doctor to vasectomize the boy until he’s through college?” “Don’t be silly,” he said, whopping the back of my head. “No doctor is going to fix an eighteen year old.” Out of Control • 63

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“What about if I take him down to Mexico? I bet I could find a doctor there who’d give my boy a vasectomy.” My brother whopped me again. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snarled. “You just need to sit your boy down and have a man-to-man talk.” I rolled my eyes. My boy’s brains were down in his dick. There was no connection between it and his ears. I could talk to him until I was blue in the face, but it wouldn’t register in his dick brain. Desperate times required desperate measures. I racked my brain thinking how to keep my boy from getting another girl pregnant, at least until he was out of high school. A plan popped into my head early Monday morning. I was in the bathroom shaving. It was just past 5:00 a.m. I had an hour before I had to wake up the boys. It takes sperm to cause a pregnancy, and as long as I kept sperm from popping out of James’ dick nothing would happen. James was feeling pretty bad about having caused me to spend a small fortune on his problems. I was pretty sure he’d go along with my scheme. I got the boys’ breakfast ready, set the kitchen scale I needed for my plan on the table, and went to the boys’ bedroom to wake them up. My late wife had used the kitchen scale all the time when she cooked. For years, I had kept it on a top shelf. A year ago I nearly chucked it during spring cleaning, but I just couldn’t bear to part with something my late wife used every day. “Six o’clock, boys!” I yelled, like I do every morning. I yanked their curtains open, flooding their bedroom with bright, morning sunshine. When they didn’t stir, I clapped my hands loudly, and roared, “Hop to it, boys! James! Edgar! Kyle! Up! Up! UP!” I ripped the covers off their beds and slapped their butts hard. They jumped out of their beds and ran off to the bathroom to take their quick, morning showers. Fifteen minutes later, the boys filed into the kitchen for their breakfast. “Wait,” I told James. “What now, Dad?” he groaned. “Drop your pants, boy,” I demanded. “What?” he asked. “You heard me,” I told him. “Drop your pants and whip out your nuts.” 64 • Out of Control

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James looked at me like I was crazy, but he did as I ordered. I grabbed his bare ass and pushed him to the edge of the table where I had the scale. “Now this is what we’re going to do every morning until you get out of school, son,” I said firmly. I held up his cock with one hand, grabbed his nutsac with the other, and carefully set his nutsac onto the scale. “We’re going to weight these nuts of yours, and I’m going to write down how much they weigh on this sheet I have on the fridge. When you get home, we’re going to measure them again. They better not be any lighter than when you left.” James looked at me like I had lost it. Maybe I had. I didn’t give a shit. “Every time you leave the house, I’m going to weigh these balls,” I said firmly. “If you ever come back with your balls lighter than when you left, you better have a damned good reason. You hear?” “Yes, Dad,” James muttered. My two other boys giggled as they watched. I wagged my finger at them. “And don’t you two get any ideas,” I barked. “You get any girl pregnant, and you’ll be on the same regimen!” “Yes, Dad,” they replied meekly. Maybe the boys were giggling ’cause James got a raging boner. It made it easier to weigh his nutsac. Grabbing the base of my son’s hard shaft, I could easily maneuver his nutsac onto the scale. And with his dick pointing up to the ceiling, I didn’t have to deal with a floppy dick getting in the way. I noted the weight in grams and wrote it on the sheet. Tapping my pen on the sheet, I told James in no uncertain terms, “Your nuts better not weigh any less you when you come home.” “Yes, Dad,” my son said, tucking his big, hard dick back into his pants. Seeing how compliant my son was, I was very hopeful that this regimen was going to work. If it didn’t, my next idea was some sort of chastity belt, something I could strap on my boy, lock with a key and know he could only use his dick at my discretion. Once my boys had run off to school, I looked at my hand, which had just fondled my nearly grown son’s genitals. What James sprouted was impressive. No wonder he had no trouble getting girls to open their snatches for him. If I was a female, I’d want that stick poking my pussy. Out of Control • 65

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I smelled my hand. The tang of my son’s hormones lingered on my fingers. The scent was strong enough to make my dick stiffen. From three o’clock onward, I kept an eagle eye out for my sons. James showed up just before four o’clock. I was in the kitchen by the back door waiting for him. The kitchen scale was on the table, and the second he walked in through the back door, I pointed at the scale. “Dad!” James exclaimed. “You’re not serious, are you?” “I’m $1,700 serious, son,” I said. “This is the only way I can be sure to keep you from knocking up another girl.” James relented. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and pulled back his shirt, exposing a rising cock. Before I could touch his cock, it was fully erect. I grabbed his boner, pulled him close to the scale, and carefully set his nutsac onto it. I noted how many grams his nutsac weighed, checked the morning weight, and breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re OK, son,” I said. “No you can go upstairs and whack off, if you like,” I said with a laugh. James just scowled at me as he pulled up his pants. The next morning, James came into the kitchen holding his underwear and jeans. He knew I wasn’t going to let him out without weighing his nuts. Watching him appear with a full blown boner made me feel something warm between my legs. James stepped up to the scale, and I took hold of his hard cock. It felt good in my grip. I set his nutsac on the scale, weighed it, and noted the weight on the sheet. It was heavier than the day before. I weighed it a second and third time. I got the same result. I looked James in the eye and asked, “When’s the last time you jacked off, son?” “I dunno, Dad,” James answered. “You don’t know?” I said. “Didn’t you jack off this morning? Yesterday?” James shook his head. I couldn’t believe it. Why wasn’t my son beating off more often? If he hadn’t beat off in more than a day and if I let him go to school, it would be the same as letting my boy walk around with a loaded gun. The kid had to be horny as hell. Even knowing his dad was going to weigh his nuts when he got home might not be enough of a deterrent to keep him from plugging some girl’s hole to drain his nuts. “Hmm, we’ve got a problem,” I said. Out of Control • 67

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“Problem?” Edgar carped as he bounded into the kitchen. “Yeah, did James screw up?” Kyle asked as he took his place at the table. “Boys,” I said, looking at the Edgar and Kyle, “when’s the last time you saw your brother beat off?” The two boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “Yesterday?” I asked. They shook their heads. “The day before yesterday?” I asked. “Maybe,” Edgar said. “I know he beat off Sunday,” Kyle said. “That’s too long,” I said. “I can’t let you out of the house like this, son.” I began to stroke his long shaft. “Dad! What are you doing?” James cried. “Draining your nuts, son,” I said. “You can’t go to school with a set of full gonads.” Edgar’s and Kyle’s eyes lit up. They were thrilled watching me pump their older brother’s cock. James closed his eyes in shame. His face turned red, but his dick didn’t soften. Instead, it responded to my touch. It only took my dick a few seconds to become fully erect. My big cock made a massive tent inside my morning sweats. Edgar and Kyle noted and whispered to each other about my huge erection. “This won’t take long, son,” I said. “You’ll feel much better soon, and I’ll know I don’t have a horny son walking around school ready to fuck some eager slut.” James bit his lips as I worked his cock to ecstasy. It was fantastic to watch. As I pumped his cock, the tip moistened. Precum filled the well around his piss hole. It kept oozing out until the well overflowed, sending the slick fluid streaming down his shaft. With my fist pumping his dick, I soon had the slick fluid coating every inch of his rod. When I rubbed it over his glans with my thumb, my boy bolted. Curious, I aimed his cockhead at the scale. He bucked and a bolt of pure white cum blasted onto the scale. With my other hand, I managed to keep his cum wads from spilling off the scale. James let out repeated gasps as he came. It was incredible watching the expressions on his face as he released his youthful energy. So that was what those sluts saw when he came up their twats. “OK, son,” I said, letting go of his cock. 68 • Out of Control

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James opened his eyes, and with his fingers, wiped off the bits of cum which lingered on his cockhead, then stepped into his briefs and jeans. He sat down to eat breakfast. I took the kitchen scale to the sink and while the boys were busy eating their cereal, I poured as much of my son’s cum into a cup as I could. I waited until my boys were off to school. Then I pushed off my sweats, poured James’ cum wads onto my cock and beat off with my boner well lubricated with my boy’s fresh cum. My regimen was working. It was working for James. It was working for me. I hadn’t had such a glorious orgasm in years. And if my other boys started misbehaving, it was a regimen I was going to use with them.

Confession of Another Straight Man Over Christmas and New Years, I happened to read “Confession of A Straight Man” in the January 2012 issue of Handjobs. Don’t get me wrong. I never read that magazine. I was in Minneapolis visiting my son, and found the magazine in his reading material. I was just curious what sort of stuff my son read. I found the magazine interesting – and troubling. Did my son have thoughts of doing stuff like that with me? Anyway, that’s another matter. The story got me in the mood to share a confession of my own. This happened so long ago, that I can’t fathom any harm coming from my putting it down on paper. My mother was always doing things for people in need. One afternoon when I came home from school, she handed me a pie plate loaded with pie, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas. “Here, take this over to Mr. Johnson,” she told me. Mr. Johnson was an older man who lived alone. Recently, he had surgery on his right hand, and Mother felt sorry for him. When I knocked on Mr. Johnson’s door, I was surprised to see a strapping man answer. “Ah … this is from my mother,” I explained, holding out the pie plate loaded with food. “It’s for Mr. Johnson.” The man smiled. “Why, that’s very thoughtful of her,” he said. He had penetrating eyes, so when he asked, “Are you busy, boy? You 70 • Confession of Another Straight Man

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have a few minutes to help me with my dad?” I nodded and stepped inside. “I’m Kyle,” the man said. “What’s your name, son?” “Stacey,” I told him. He set Mom’s pie plate in the kitchen. “This way,” he said, pointing down the hallway. “I was just getting ready to help my Dad take a shower.” “Oh,” I said. I wondered why he needed my help with that. “He can’t stand that he needs help,” the man told me. “He’s a very independent fellow. But with his hand still bandaged, he can’t get it wet. You’d think it’d be easy just handling him by myself, but you don’t know my dad!” he said with a laugh. We entered a bedroom, and there was Mr. Johnson. I’d seen him working in his garden, so I knew what he looked like. I’d never been this close to him before, or ever talked to him. “Dad, this is Stacey from down the street,” Kyle told his dad. “His mother sent him over with some home made cooking.” “Hmm,” Mr. Johnson grunted. Up close, he didn’t look that old. His right hand was wrapped in a bandage. He took off his shirt, revealing a rather muscular chest. Kyle grabbed a plastic bag from off the dresser. His dad slipped his hand into the bag, and Kyle secured it tightly just below his elbow. “OK, it looks good, son,” Mr. Johnson said in a gruff voice. “This is where I can use some help, Stacey,” Kyle said. With his right hand out of commission, Mr. Johnson couldn’t easily undress. Kyle undid his dad’s belt buckle and yanked his pants down. I was getting uncomfortable. I don’t know why; it just felt strange watching this older man getting undressed. I felt like I was invading something private. Once his dad’s trousers were down to his knees, Kyle pulled down his dad’s boxers. Mr. Johnson set his bare butt onto the bed. His heavy cock and balls dangled between his legs. “You grab the other pant leg and pull, Stacey,” Kyle told me. I got down on my knees and grabbed Mr. Johnson’s right pant leg. Kyle grabbed the left pant leg, and we both pulled until we got the pants completely off. Then Kyle removed Mr. Johnson’s boxers. I wasn’t prepared for the massive boner that shot up between Mr. Johnson’s legs. It didn’t seem to surprise Kyle. He looked at me with a sly grin. Confession of Another Straight Man • 71

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“Ready, Dad?” he asked Mr. Johnson. “Yup,” the old man said. He stood up, his big cock poking out in mid air. I wasn’t prepared either when Kyle started undressing. He didn’t wait for me to react. “You better get undressed, too, Stacey,” he told me. “Otherwise you’ll get your clothes all wet.” I was a shy kid. I didn’t even shower after gym class in school. Up to that point, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been naked with another guy. Kyle was so casual about getting undressed in front of me, a young guy he’d never met, that it made me feel ridiculous for feeling nervous about getting undressed. Kyle was soon down to just his briefs and socks. I ripped off my t-shirt, undid my jeans, and had pushed them down to my ankles when I noticed that Kyle had a boner inside his briefs that was every bit as impressive as his dad’s! I was such a straight kid that I’d never even beat off with another boy. All I had done up to that time is date girls. I’d even fucked a few. But when I saw Kyle’s dick stick up at the ceiling when he peeled off his briefs, my cock turned rock hard in an instant. It had nothing with me being a homo. It was just an instinctive reflex. Looking back, I like to think that it was me, a male, automatically displaying himself in the presence of other men displaying themselves. Sort of like a peacock displays his feathers to show other peacocks how virile and strong they are. All three of us headed off to the shower, our three dicks jutting out, like three males competing with each other. My dick was the hardest and stuck up the most. It was so erect, it was practically touching my belly. Kyle’s cock stood up at a 45º angle. Mr. Johnson’s stuck out at a 90º angle. The shower was a large, walk in shower. All three of us fit in comfortably. Kyle turned on the shower. In a few seconds all three of us were drenched with hot water. “Here,” Kyle said, handing me a bar of soap. “You wash Dad’s back. I’ll wash his front. Dad you keep your right hand up to keep it dry.” Kyle and his dad were at ease showing off their boners, so it didn’t take me long to get comfortable with my state of excitement. At first, 72 • Confession of Another Straight Man

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Kyle and I were standing as we washed the top half of his dad. When Kyle kneeled in front of his dad, I kneeled too. “Be sure to wash his butt crack thoroughly, Stacey,” Kyle said. “Or do you want me to do that.” “It’s OK,” I said. I let out a chuckle when Mr. Johnson felt my fingers on his ass and shoved his butt out so I could work my fingers into his crack. It was so odd feeling another man’s ass, especially his butt hole. I was filled with curiosity. I had my fingertip on his hole, and he pushed back so much that my fingertip slipped into his hole. It felt warm and soft, so I kept my finger inside. The man pushed back even further, pushing more of my finger into him. When he let out a pleasing moan, my dick throbbed. The shower was filling with steam. Even so, I could see Kyle clearly. He’d been carefully washing his dad’s hardon and nutsac. He took care to pull back his dad’s foreskin and wash all the cheese off his dad’s glans. I wasn’t prepared to see Kyle’s tongue flick back and forth over his dad’s dick head. Nor was I prepared when Kyle asked his dad, “You want the kid to fuck you, Dad?” Mr. Johnson just groaned. “Go ahead, Stacey,” Kyle told me. “Shove your cock up his ass. Dad likes that.” I still don’t know what made me go along with that suggestion. It must have been the way my finger felt inside the man’s hole. It was so inviting that I stood up and just slipped my dick into Mr. Johnson. It felt as good as any pussy I’d ever fucked. I stopped thinking. I just let the fantastic experience unfold. To this day I have no regrets. As I fucked the man, Kyle sucked him off. The hot, steamy shower made everything feel like a dream. It didn’t seem real. When Mr. Johnson bolted and fed his son a load of the cum that made him, I lost it and let my cum flow freely into Mr. Johnson’s delicious hole. “Good, boy,” Kyle said. He stroked his cock a few times, and I watched jets of cum squirt from his cock and swirl down the shower drain. We finished getting Mr. Johnson clean. Then the three of us dried off, and I went home in a daze. Decades later, it still seems like a dream.

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