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Full Service Fuckin’ by Christopher Lee
Mr. Harold and his sons owned the full service gas station and
convenience store outside of town. Harold pumped the gas, and one
of his sons was usually on standby to service his customers, while his
other son manned the convenience store. Just as quickly as a car’s
front tires rolled over the wire, ringing a bell on the inside of the store,
Harold and one of his boys would be walking outside in half-zipped
gray overalls. They were usually already at the car by the time the
back tires rang the bell a second time.
Harold’s bare chest showed his hard pecs. He was a real muscled
guy with a dim patch of hair that fanned across his upper chest before
heading down a trail to his groin. The constant tent in his overalls
was proof of his virility. Harold’s sons lacked some of his muscles,
and the proud father always kept his sons smooth shaven. The boys
were toned like natural swimmers, and always polite. “Yes, sir,” and
“Thank you, sir,” rolled off their tongues. Not a bad word exited their
mouths, ever, and no matter what a customer asked of them, they
were always eager to please.
By the time my back tires rang the bell a second time, I could tell
Harold’s youngest would be his helper. He had just run outside the
store to catch up with his dad. The kid zipped his overalls just over his
groin and to his belly button. He was pale, compared to his father’s
dark body hair. In contrast to his gray overalls, the boy’s nipples were
a dark pink and obviously titillated by the cool breeze.
In milliseconds I had my Chevy truck in park, keys turned off,
windows rolled down, and both truck doors unlocked as I adjusted
my seat to a gentle recline. I lifted myself off the seat momentarily to
scoot my jeans to my ankles, and then with one arm tucked behind my
neck, I started stroking my hardon, keeping my blue muscle shirt on.
The beauty of driving a truck so high off the ground was that no one
could see past my nipples. I could be – and often was – totally naked
from the waist down and no one would have known better.
Well, except for Harold. He quickly gave me the once over and
took my money: $50 for gas and $30 for the full service treatment. As
he pulled the lever and started to pump the gas, the passenger door
creaked opened. Before I could open my eyes, I felt Harold’s youngest
engulf my cock in his mouth. The boy could chew a shaft like a dog
on a bone. He really put his mouth into it. I let my hand, which had
been stroking my erection, move to tousle the boy’s hair. Before long,
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I had grabbed him by the hair and was using it to move his head up
and down the full length of my dick.
The boy’s neck was real limber and his body could contort and move
in all directions to accommodate the thick flesh filling his throat. I
slid his overalls past his shoulders and down his back until the tent
in his crotch was the only thing keeping them barely hanging around
his waist. Careful not to let his mouth off my dick, I lowered myself
to kiss the back of his neck and down his spine. My finger trailed a
path in front of me and started to probe at the boy’s wet asscrack.
Soon, I was rubbing the length of his cleft with the side of my hand.
“Hey, Joe? You want the full cleaning today?” Harold’s voice broke
the silence.
It took me a couple of seconds to answer him with a lusty groan,
my finger knuckle-deep in his boy’s rectum.
“Then I’m going to need you to move the car inside the garage,”
Harold said. “Don’t want customers waiting behind you.”
Reluctantly, I forced my tongue off the boy’s flesh, started the engine,
and pointed the truck towards the garage door. When the truck was
tucked in the garage, I heard the big door close behind me. Harold
and I had gone to school together, so I knew he trusted me with his
sons. He knew what I liked and all my kinks, and he knew I wouldn’t
do anything to his boy that he hadn’t already done.
I immediately put the truck in park, turned off the engine, and
instructed the boy to stop his sucking and get back in the bed of the
truck. Luckily the boy complied rather quickly, because truthfully, I
wasn’t sure how much longer I could have resisted squirting my jizz
down his throat. In fact, when I jumped out of the front seat and started
making my way to the boy, the warm garage air hit my penis, making
it bob just enough to cause me to leak a few cum drops on the floor.
Harold’s youngest had completely taken off his overalls and was
lying on top of them. The kid’s wrinkled, pink asshole winked at me
as I hopped on the truck bed and laid my full weight on top of him.
My blue muscle shirt rolled just above my nipples as I slowly started
to gyrate my hips on top the boy’s body. I ran my large dick up and
down his stomach and the length of his penis, giving him a good, hard
rock, just to get him used to the rhythm. I pushed my torso half off
the boy, holding my weight up on both of my fists, so I could watch
him moan and twitch underneath me.
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I’ve poked enough boy-cunt to know that you gotta know when to
get them just hot enough and horny enough to open their rectums
wide for a big slab of daddy meat. And this kid was no different. I
knew how to tease his hole by poking at it with my dick head, rubbing
his hole and assaulting it until it puckered and twitched.
The boy was all sweat, sweet moans, and lots of salt. His body tasted
sweet with youth as I ran my tongue up and down his neck and kissed
his lips every now and then, just to feel how parched he was for my
cum. When he was hornier than a rabbit, I aimed my meat at his hole
and stuffed my dick balls-deep inside him. I let his body spasm and
adjust to my cock before I started to thrust inside him. I went deep,
taking my cockhead just to the horizon of his asshole before slamming
back into him. The boy took each assault like a trooper, biting his
bottom lip to keep from screaming too much and eventually getting
into a nice and steady rhythm. He pushed his hips and butt off the
truck bed, forcing himself against my packed abs and letting me fill
his center to maximum capacity with my huge dick.
“Mr. Joe … Mr. Joe,” he sighed.
“Call me Daddy, son.”
“Daddy! Daddy! Fuck me good … fuck me deep. Please, Daddy.”
“That’s it son; take my meat. Tighten those bubbly asscheeks around
Daddy. Give him a squeeze …. Yeah, oh yeah, kid. OHHH Yeeeah,
son! That’s it, baby. Work Daddy’s load out. Squeeze me hard with
those ass muscles … yeah! Ooooh yeah!”
I was fucking him so hard that I actually moved him up the bed of
the truck, thrusting inside him in steady punches that had me trying to
hold back my cum. When I couldn’t hold it anymore, I flooded inside
the kid. I came so hard and long, it felt like I was taking a big piss.
I collapsed on top him, both of us panting. Our chests heaved from
exhaustion as we tried to catch our breath in the garage’s stifling heat.
A while later, I rolled my shirt back down to my waist. I didn’t
bother to put my jeans back on as I jumped in the front seat. The
boy zipped his overalls half on and then walked to the garage door,
pressed a button … and damn it, if the sun wasn’t blinding. Its light
glared straight into the garage.
I had thought about sucking the boy’s asshole clean, but if I knew
old Harold, he’d be down on the kid’s ass lips in no time, sucking my
jizz out of the boy’s stretched out hole. Besides, I always like to leave
him a tip. It’s the least I can do for getting a load off in his son.
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Laundry Day by Joseph
I noticed my neighbor’s kid right after I moved into my new apartment building. The little shit’s name was Cory, and he was a very
“artistic” kind of kid. I could tell right away he was gay. He was involved
in his school theater program, and he had trained as a dancer since
he was little. The other neighbors filled me in that his mom had a
boyfriend named Tim – but there was no dad in the picture.
I didn’t know all that right away, but I could tell he was queer.
The day I moved in was really hot, and I was wearing just a pair of
running shorts and Adidas to haul my stuff in from the truck. Sweat
was pouring off me, and now and then, I caught him peeking out
from the blinds in his window, watching me.
I’m what you might call a “husky” man, and I’m covered all over
with dark fur. I’ve got a beard from hell, and no matter how often I
shave in a day, I always have a five o’clock shadow. I’ve found that
most women don’t want to deal with all of my body hair, and even
though God was very good to me, giving me a fat, nine-inch cock, I
can’t seem to keep a girlfriend for very long. But I have noticed over
the years that gay men find me to be like catnip, and I’ve never had
to go without a blow job for very long. There never seems to be a
shortage of guys at the gym that want to suck me off late at night in
the steam room. I think of myself as straight, but a hot mouth and a
tight ass is good, no matter where you find it. Besides, I’m so sick of
hearing from women, “Eww, you’re such a hairy beast!” Fuck that.
I can get it elsewhere.
A few days after of moving in, I ran into Cory in the basement laundry
room. He seemed pretty shy, but I could tell he was lingering, folding
his clothes very slowly. I could feel his eyes on me when I turned my
back, and I let him drink me in. It was very similar to what happens
at the gym late at night, but I had never had that kind of attention
from such a young pup before.
It was another hot day, and we were both wearing only nylon
running shorts. I noticed how smooth and hairless he was, with a
tight, almost skinny build. My dick began to stir, and slowly, it tented
my shorts. The idea of fucking this boy’s smooth ass was starting to
sound good to me.
I turned around to face him and said, “So, kid, you like what you
see? Wanna get some of this?” as I grabbed the growing bulge in my
nylon shorts.
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He turned beet red and ran out of the room.
So much for the direct approach. Shit! I thought. You really
blew it this time, Martinelli!
As the next few days went by, I realized I hadn’t seen Cory for a
while. Then late one night, I heard a knock at my door. Low and
behold, it was the kid. He asked if he could come in and speak to
me. I said, “Sure,” and closed the door behind him as he came in.
He started to cry right away, and I found myself impulsively
reaching out to him, pulling him close in a tight hug. He smelled
very sweet, almost like a girl. I said , “Now what’s all this about,
baby? Tell Daddy what the trouble is.” I surprised myself by
saying that, but it seemed like the natural thing to say at the time.
Cory said in a soft voice, “Mr. Martinelli, my mom’s boyfriend
is fucking me, and I’m really confused. My dad left us when I was
little, and then Tim came along, and it seemed great.
“Then, one night, when Mom was working late, Tim came
to my room and jumped on me. At first I didn’t know what to
think, but after a while, I started to like it! Am I a bad person,
Mr. Martinelli? That day in the laundry room, when you asked if
I liked what I saw … well, I did. Very much. But I’m afraid that
Tim won’t like it. What should I do? I want you so bad.”
I held Cory close, and as he sobbed, my hand slowly slipped
under his shorts, and I caressed the most beautiful ass I had ever
felt. My cock began to stiffen, and with my other hand, I raised
his face to mine and kissed him deeply. I had never kissed a boy
before, but I found that I sort of liked it. His lips were soft, kind
of like a girl’s, but somehow different, too.
“Baby boy,” I said, “if you like what Tim does to you, that’s
OK. But, I want a piece of you, too. Tell me you want me, and
let’s see what happens.”
Cory answered me with the deepest kiss I had ever had.
Then he pulled away from me and said, “My mom will wonder
where I am. Early tomorrow morning, she’s leaving town for a
few days, and Tim is coming to stay with me. He likes to fuck me
down in the laundry room, so why don’t you come down first
thing in the morning? I want my two daddies to meet.”
Cory left me with the hardest boner I ever had, but I was
resolved to wait until the morning before shooting my load. I
wanted it to end up in that kid’s hole, not in the palm of my hand.
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I rose at the crack of dawn, my cock still swollen from the night
before. I crept down the hall, fully nude, my manhood swaying in
front of me. I listened at the door of the basement laundry room,
and could hear Cory going at it with his mother’s boyfriend. I
slowly opened the door and saw Tim fucking away on Cory’s
beautiful, round ass.
Cory must have told him about me showing up, because he
didn’t miss a beat. Tim was just like me: a big, hairy, beast of a
man. He was fucking Cory on the floor, like an animal, and the
sweat was pouring off of him. Cory was moaning and taking his
cock like a trouper. The whole scene was making my cock ache.
I watched for a while, and when I could tell Tim had reached
his goal, grunting loudly as he filled the boy’s ass with cum, I
came down to take over.
Tim slowly pulled his big cock out of Cory’s tight little hole,
with a loud, wet sucking noise.
He looked up at me, panting for air, and said, “So … you’re the
new neighbor the kid here wants so bad. I don’t mind sharing,
but listen good: this is the best piece of ass I ever fucked – way
better’n his old lady. Keep your mouth shut about it, and I figure
we can both get a good deal.” I nodded, and then he said to Cory,
“OK, little buddy, he’s all yours. But I’m stickin’ around to see
that he treats you right, got that?”
Cory whimpered a faint, “OK,” and stayed down on the floor
with his dripping ass still sticking up in the air.
As Tim backed away, I took his place, mounting our sweet boy’s
ass from behind. My swollen prick slid right into his slippery hole.
Cory moaned as I entered him, and seeing that Tim’s cock was
almost as big as mine, he had no trouble taking every inch I had.
Tim was right; Cory had an ass just made for fucking, better
than any pussy I had ever had. Looking down on him from behind,
with his shaggy, long hair covering most of his face, it was almost
like fucking a teenaged girl. That made my dick get even harder,
and I was soon just about pounding the boy’s butt into the floor!
Tim lit a smoke and sat over on the basement steps to watch
the show. He casually kept one hand on his spent cock, keeping
himself half hard as he watched us fuck.
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Cory’s ass was completely yielding. He had no trouble taking
my fat baby-maker stroke after stroke, and I was getting lost
on how fucking beautiful it felt.
“Is it good, Cory? You like getting fucked by your two daddies?
So fucking tight, baby. You’re gonna make me shoot so hard.
Good boy, Cory! You take all my cum up your sweet ass. OK?
You ready for it, boy? Here … it … CUMS!”
I had him flat on floor with all of my weight on top of him
and my cock pushed inside him all the way to my balls when
I shot the biggest load I had ever dumped in anyone before. I
groaned like a crazy man and almost lost consciousness as my
cock spasmed away deep in his ass.
My face was buried in the back of Cory’s neck. His long,
sweet-smelling hair filled my nostrils as I gasped for air.
We lay there for quite some time, me kissing his neck
and my cock buried deep inside of him. He whimpered
and moaned, wiggling his ass beneath me.
I had almost forgotten about Tim when he said from
the steps, “That was so fucking hot. Watching you two
fuck got my cock all hard again! What say we take this
show upstairs, the three of us, and just see what happens.
You up for that Cory? Think you want some more?”
Cory whispered underneath me, “Fuck yeah, I want
more!”
I pulled off of him, stood up, then bent down and
picked him up off the floor. I lifted him in my arms,
and with Tim leading the way, carried him up to my
apartment. I placed Cory on my bed, leaving him with
Tim while I went to wash up a bit and splash some
water on my face.
When I got back, Tim was already fucking our boy
there on my bed. This time Cory was on his back, his
thin legs wrapped around Tim’s waist. Tim began to
slowly fuck him for the second time that day. Now it
was my turn to watch. And that was how we spent most
of that morning – taking turns fucking our sweet
neighbor boy.
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Military Maneuvers by Fred Berger
I loved jacking off for the peeping Tom in the apartment building
next to my new house. I was pretty sure it was a guy, and I hoped he
was one of the young college studs I’d seen coming and going over
there. If that was the case, I would be old enough to be his father. But
I’d only lived there for a week, so all I really knew was that someone
was watching my every move through a pair of binoculars from a
second-story window next door.
At first I thought I might be able to shock him away if I stripped,
stretched out on my bed, and played with my dick for hours. But he
must have liked watching older guys jerk off, because after that, I
could see that he was always checking out my bedroom. I decided to
change my tactics. Instead of trying to scare him off, I’d give him a
good show in the hopes he’d come over and join me.
Every morning I’d climb out of bed naked, walk over to the window
that faced his apartment building, and rub my hardon up and down
the glass, humping it until I shot off a creamy load. Then I’d smear
my cum around on the window with my cock and lick it up. He was
always watching, but he never returned the favor. That got to be
frustrating as hell until I discovered he wasn’t the only sexual perk
my new house had to offer.
Every night a parade of young, rowdy, khaki-uniformed soldiers
from the local army base passed by my place on their way to the sleazy
bars a few blocks away, looking for booze and prostitutes. So I spent
most of the hot summer evenings sitting on the front steps with a beer,
watching this wonderful procession of virile, horny, young manhood.
One night I finally got lucky.
“Hey, mister, how much farther are these fucking whore bars,
anyway?” a dark-haired, handsome, young soldier stopped to ask me.
“My buddy and I are already tired and half-wasted from drinking at
those snob bars downtown, and I don’t wanna walk much farther.”
“They’re about a mile ahead,” I lied, sizing up his equally goodlooking blond friend. “You boys wanna stop here for a minute and
have a beer? I’ve got plenty in the house.”
The kid’s look of surprise at my invitation turned into a big, fat grin
as he winked at me and said, “What the hell. Why not?”
Minutes later, as I handed them two cold brews, I decided I’d
really gotten lucky. The dark-haired soldier had so much fur on his
forearms and such a heavy beard shadow that he nearly looked like
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an ape. And his clean-cut, blond friend’s square jaw, firm-set mouth,
and determined-looking blue eyes reminded me of a hero in one of my
childhood comic books. Plus their well-defined muscles and massive
cocks were nearly bursting out of their tight-fitting uniforms. Even if
they only stayed long enough to have one beer, the sight of these two
studs sprawled out on my porch was worth the price of the booze.
“Thanks, sir,” the ape grunted. “Not many of your neighbors are
as tolerant as you are of us soldiers carousing up and down this street
every night. My name’s Dick, and everyone calls my friend here ‘Super’,
because he’s so damn good at everything he does,” he continued,
laughing a little sarcastically. “I guess my dad did the same thing to
me – called me Dick, because I had the biggest one he’d ever seen on
a baby. And it’s just been getting bigger ever since. That’s a good one,
huh, being named after your huge cock? You probably think I’m just
bragging, but I’ll show it to you if you don’t believe me.”
I was just about ready to take this young soldier up on his offer,
when Super quipped, “Nobody here wants to see your dick, man, so
quit it with that same corny old joke. Besides, my meat’s as big as
yours anyway.”
“Aw, you’re just jealous,” Dick kidded him back. “You’re always
saying yours is as big as mine, but you never wanna prove it. Well,
come on. Let’s go inside, pull down our pants, and let this guy decide
once and for all who’s got the bigger fuckpole. You wouldn’t mind
settling this for us right here and now, would you, sir?” he asked me.
My mind went blank. I wasn’t sure what to say. “Anyone want another
beer?” I finally blurted out as I went inside, hoping they’d follow me.
And they did, teasing each other about the size of their cocks all
the way into the living room. They raced to see who could chug down
their second beer faster, as if that would settle the matter. But by the
time I came back with a third one, Dick was so busy pulling Super’s
pant’s down that neither one of them even noticed.
“See this shriveled up little thing,” Dick joked. “Now, look at my
big ol’ bruiser,” he exclaimed as he opened his fly and pulled out his
baseball bat of a dick.
“Aw, that’s just ’cause you’re hard, prickhead,” Super scoffed. “Here,
let me beat my cock up good and stiff, too, and you’ll see there ain’t
no difference between ’em.”
The blond boy spit in his hand and cranked up his tool until it was
at least eight inches long and oozing precum everywhere. But Dick
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had been pumping up his meat, too, until it was hard to tell whose
fucker was bigger. All I could do was drool and look on in disbelief
that these two hunky young guys really had their throbbing studpoles
poking straight up in the air right in front of me.
“Well, mister, it’s up to you,” Dick said, slapping his rod to attention.
“Which one of us should be called ‘Dick’, huh?”
I knew I should weigh my words carefully, even if they had just
been horsing around. After a long, tense pause, I joked, “Maybe I
should go get my ruler, huh?” Then I managed to stammer out, “Well
… you boys both have nice, big cocks that any girl would be glad to
get hold of, I guess.”
“I thought you’d like ’em,” Dick snapped back, with the same broad
grin and wink he’d given me earlier. “And I’ll bet you’d like to get
hold of them, too, wouldn’t you? Maybe I should’ve asked which one
of us you’d like to have fuck your cock-hungry ass first, right? Well,
I’m ready to poke it. And you, Super?”
“What’re you saying, man?” his young friend stuttered incredulously.
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
“Now, why do you think this guy invited us in for a couple of beers,
huh?” Dick answered, laughing. “He knew we were two horny soldiers
out on the prowl for a good lay. Well, I’ve fucked more than one guy
before, and believe me, their butts are tighter than any pussy I’ve ever
had. They give you a rougher ride, too. I know you’re straight, man,
but don’t you wanna try banging a guy’s hot ass at least once in your
life? I promise it’ll feel great. Come on, buddy, let’s make him happy
and us happy and show him a few of our hot military maneuvers.”
Super looked slowly from Dick’s smiling face to mine, swilled down
the last of his beer, and then shouted, “Hell, yes. I’ll screw anything
that moves! I’m so horny I’d even fuck a snake, if someone held its
head. But … I think I’ll need something a little stronger than a beer
to drink first.”
“There’s some whiskey in the bedroom,” I said, trying to get the
boys moving in that direction before they changed their minds. As
I flicked on the lights in there, I glanced out the window to see if
my young neighbor was watching. He was, and I prayed these two
wouldn’t see his binoculars aimed right at us. If they did, I was afraid
he would scare them away.
But they were both too busy tearing off their clothes to notice, racing
to see who could get to my ass first. Their naked bodies were so hot, I
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wished they could both fuck me at the same time. Super had my comic
book hero’s muscular, sinewy body as well as his face, and Dick was
so hairy and brawny he looked like some kind of wild beast in heat.
With two strapping young soldiers like these boys to defend our
country, I figured we should all feel secure in our beds at night. I knew
I felt safe in mine, or I wouldn’t have been lying on it naked, with my
legs spread apart and my ass hiked up in the air.
Dick jumped up and joined me on the bed. Mounting me, he
boasted, “Hope you’re ready for my high-powered army rifle, ’cause
it’s cocked and loaded.”
In spite of what Dick had said earlier, Super looked surprised when
he saw his friend start thrusting his thick assbuster in and out of my
hole. That big thing hurt like hell, but once I felt the steel wool of his
pubes scraping against my asscheeks, the pain went away. His powerful
thighs thrust his pounding fucker deep up my chute, reaming me out
all the way up in there.
Since I wanted Super’s eight inches in me later, I thought it might be
a good idea to let him know how much I was enjoying getting fucked
by his big-dicked friend. I bucked my ass up and yelled out, “Yeah,
soldier, drill me a new hole with that long, hot rifle barrel of yours!
I wanna see it smoking after it shoots off!”
Dick was trying to encourage his friend, too, because he shouted,
“Hey, Super, let’s give this guy a real army cum bath, huh? Drown
him in it … like this,” he growled as he pulled his cock out of my
hole, stood up, and shot off round after round of jizz all over me,
clear up to my mouth. “That’s it, mister, lick your lips and eat my G.
I. manjuice while it still tastes good and strong. Now, are you ready
for my friend to ram through your hole with his big torpedo? Watch
out, I hear they explode on contact.”
But when I looked at Super’s cock, I could tell he was having second
thoughts. In spite of all the whiskey he’d been swilling down, it wasn’t
standing at attention anymore; it was just hanging there like a huge
slab of beef in a butcher’s shop.
“You guys wouldn’t tell anyone about this, would you?” he nervously
asked as he walked up beside me.
“Don’t be stupid,” Dick answered. “This guy doesn’t even know you,
and I’ll only rat on you if you chicken out on a great fuck like this.”
Super’s prick was right in my face, and with a long string of precum
dripping out of it, it looked too tasty to let get away. So against my
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better judgement, I sat up on the side of the bed and swallowed the
whole drooling thing. The boy jumped back and pulled his cock
out of my mouth fast, questioning me with his steely eyes. But just
when I thought he was probably going to hit me, he lunged forward
and jammed his hardening fuckpole so far down my throat his balls
slapped against my chin.
“So you wanna eat my meat, huh?” he asked, poking it down my
throat again and again. “Well I’m gonna feed it to you, man, until I
drain my balls all over you. Damn, this feels good!”
As I rubbed my hands up and down his silky smooth legs, I could
feel every muscle in them straining to pump out his load. It wasn’t
long before I felt his overheated sexjuice rushing through his shaft
and squirting out in my mouth. Then he stepped back and dumped
a full load on my chest. The spunk from his boiling balls was so hot
it nearly burned my skin.
“Well, did I fill you up as full as ol’ Dicky Boy, here?” he asked,
throwing his head back and crowing like a proud young rooster.
“Dick was right,” I said as I scooped up their cum and rubbed it
up and down my cock. “You’re very good at everything you do. See
how horny you studs have made me?” I asked, stroking off a big wad
of cream down my legs.
Even though Dick had started getting dressed, Super jumped up
on the bed and yelled, “Now I’m gonna fuck your tight ass, too! I’ve
just got to see if it feels as good as your mouth.”
“Not if you want to stay in this man’s army,” Dick warned, pulling
him down and handing him his uniform. “We’ve got to be back at
the base in an hour, or there’ll be all hell to pay. Now, go to the can
and get cleaned up.”
“OK, but I’ll be back tomorrow night to show this guy what it feels
like to get fucked by a really big cock,” he bragged as he went into
the bathroom.
“Kinda reminds you of a kid in a candy shop, doesn’t he?” Dick
asked, laughing and elbowing me in the ribs. “Whatever happened
to stuffy ol’ Mr. Super Perfect? If we do come back, though, you’d
better close the curtains so your neighbor over there doesn’t keep
getting his rocks off watching us fuck. I thought it was hot giving him
a wild show, but seeing him would really freak Super out. But then,
you know all about your peeping Tom, don’t you?”
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I answered him with a sly wink and started to explain, but the
doorbell rang.
“Well, you’ve got company, and we’ve got to get back to the base,”
Dick interrupted, pulling Super out of the bathroom and pushing
him toward the front door.
Looking around frantically, I couldn’t find my pants. So I nervously
threw a towel around my waist and followed them, hoping my peeping
Tom hadn’t reported us to the police.
But there was just a good-looking young dude in brief running
shorts standing at the door. He looked as scared as I was. “Hi. I live
in the apartment building next door,” he said, nearly shaking. “You
wouldn’t have a couple of extra beers I could buy, would you? I just
ran out, and it’s such a hot night.”
“And I think it’s going to get even hotter,” Dick said, sizing up the
tight bodied little stud in front of us. “With all that heat rising up to
the second floor over there, I mean. But sure, come on in. This guy
will be happy to let you tap his beer keg and have all the creamy suds
you want, won’t you?”
“Well, we’ve got to go, so I’d like my towel back now,” he added,
quickly pulling it off me and leaving me standing there wearing nothing
but a hardon and a smile. “Have a good one, guys.”
Born to Teach
Uh-oh, I thought when my boss introduced me to his son, Casey.
“Axel,” my boss said, “this is my son, Casey. Casey, this is our
accountant, Axel Broad.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” I said, shaking the boy’s hand. I knew
trouble was around the corner because the boy’s eyes kept dropping
to my crotch. I was a packer, a guy with a full pouch, and not always
careful how I dressed. That day I was wearing light colored khakis
and the lump down my left leg was pronounced. I had equipment the
boy wanted to play with, and I knew I didn’t have any self-control
to resist him. I’d given up trying to make the right choices years ago.
There was no point. My raging hormones were just too powerful.
“Casey’s going to be working around the office a few weeks,” my
boss told me. “I thought it would be good if he’d get some work experience before going off to college. He’s not doing anything at home.
Just goofing off.”
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I can tell you what he’s doing, Mister Boss. He’s home watching
porn and beating off, I thought. And at this very moment he’s
wondering how big my dick is and whether or not he can stuff it
down his throat. My mind couldn’t go more than a few seconds
without thinking about sex.
“Sure,” I said out loud. Just don’t leave him alone with me in my
office, I said in my head. “It never hurts to learn what life in the
real world is like,” I said with a light laugh. My boss grinned and
winked at me.
“Come along, Casey,” he said to his boy. “I’ll show you the rest
of the office.”
The boy turned and I watched his little butt disappear down the
hallway. I just hoped that Casey wasn’t interested in accounting.
As the CPA for the small firm, I had what many considered an
extremely boring job. I liked it because it was very predictable and
yet challenging enough to keep my mind occupied.
I had to have something to keep my brain busy, otherwise all I
thought about was sex. Not only was I born that way, God gave me
the equipment to more than satisfy my sexual urges.
Even as a boy, what I had was unusually impressive, and more
than one doctor devoted extra time examining my genitals during
my annual physical exams. Talking about those exams with my
friends, it became clear to me that the way the doctors checked me
out was way more thorough than normal.
Dr. Mathers was especially thorough. When I was old enough
to shoot, I’d even cum during the exam. I was surprised when the
other boys told me that Dr. Mathers didn’t have them lie naked on
their backs with their legs propped up so he could check their butt
holes and nutsacs. He didn’t lube his finger for them and shove
it up their butts to check their prostates. And none of them shot
semen samples so he could examine them to make sure they were
developing properly. I never told anyone that Dr. Mathers even
had me get up on all fours sometimes so he could take pictures of
my butt crack. It had something to do with examining the prostate
correctly. To me, it was just all good fun.
Not that I minded the extra attention Dr. Mathers gave me. Quite
the contrary. I relished it and asked him once after an exam if he
didn’t need to check me more than once a year. After all, I was
growing really fast.
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People who met me had no idea that my mind was abuzz with
sexual thoughts. I was as straight-laced as they come. My occupation
was as exciting as watching leaves compost. At a party, if I wanted
to kill a conversation, all I had to say was that I was an accountant
and start talking about my work. Worked every time.
So when did I get to exercise my boner? Every day during lunch.
A nearby art deco office tower built in the 1930s had an old gym in
the basement. It wasn’t a flashy, up to date place with new equipment and trendy classes, so it didn’t attract a big crowd. The guys
who went there were either serious gym rats who took their body
sculpting religiously, or cock worshippers like me. I took a late lunch,
between 1:30 p.m. and 2:30 p.m. My shtick was putting on a tank
top and running shorts and spending thirty minutes on the treadmill.
With my heavy schlong bouncing around inside my running
shorts, it never took long to get some guy’s attention. During the
off hours, the gym was quiet except for other guys who were there
for the same reason.
After running for thirty minutes, it was time to hit the steam room
and sauna. I never left without getting my nuts drained, either by
one of the regulars or some new guy who just had to test his throat
or ass to see if he could handle a hung guy like me. And I got to
slurp plenty of fresh cum loads. I had to shower and brush my teeth
afterwards, otherwise I’d go back to the office smelling like sex and
cum. I ate my sandwich in my office after my daily running and
sex routine.
For the first week Casey worked in the office, I hardly saw him.
My boss had him spending time with the research and development
department. I even forgot the kid was around.
The second week he was around, the boy popped into my office
on Tuesday morning. My office door was open, and he stuck his
head in and knocked on the door jam. “Mr. Broad?” he said.
I looked up and wondered what he wanted. “Yes?” I said.
“Dad said I should spend the day with you,” he said hesitantly,
afraid I would tell him to fuck off.
“Oh,” I said. “Come in … and close the door.”
The boy stepped in and I immediately stripped him naked in my
mind. As he closed the door, I debated whether he had a furry or
smooth ass.
“How are you enjoying your two weeks of work?” I asked.
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“It’s OK,” he said.
“Learning what real life is like?” I asked.
Casey laughed. “I guess,” he said.
“So this is the accounting department … pretty much just me,” I
said, pointing to myself. I wasn’t sure what his dad wanted me to
show him. I knew what the boy wanted to see, but it had nothing
to do with accounting. “Any questions?” I asked.
“Ah … ah,” he mumbled.
Casey was nothing like his dad. My boss was very outgoing. He
had no trouble expressing his mind. His son was shy and reserved.
There was just one way get the boy to break out of his shell. I had
to take charge and let him discover the answer to his most pressing
questions: how big my cock got and how much cum it shot. That’s
what Casey really wanted to know. It was written all over his face.
I stood up to show him what I had in the office. It was really
an opportunity for the boy to check out my crotch. The kid’s eyes
zeroed in on my bulge.
I let him feast on my crotch. His attention even made my dick stiffen
until my dickhead pressed against my trousers. He wasn’t listening
at all as I explained to him what I had in the various file cabinets
and how I processed receipts and checks. As my dick stretched inside
my trousers, Casey’s dick hardened and tented his jeans.
After five minutes of him staring at my crotch, I openly rubbed
it and whispered in his ear, “You want to see it?”
Casey’s eyes popped open. He couldn’t believe what I said.
“You can see it, kid,” I told him. “I know you want to.”
I undid my belt, unbuttoned my fly, and pushed my trousers and
briefs down, letting my dick flop out. Casey let out a gasp.
“Go ahead, kid, touch it,” I told the boy. “I won’t tell your dad. I
won’t tell anyone … but you’ve got to show me yours too.”
Casey grinned and let me undo his pants and haul out his boner.
“Not bad,” I said, holding the base of his shaft and tugging on
his nutsac. The boy laughed nervously. His smile brightened and I
could see happiness all over his face.
Casey grabbed hold of my cock and wrapped his fingers around it.
“Wow,” he said. “You’re so thick.”
“And you’re so hard,” I said. “You ever play with a man before?”
Casey shook his head.
“Like it?” I asked.
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He nodded.
“Stroke it,” I told him. “Stroke my cock. Stroke it like you do yours
when you beat off.”
He pumped me gingerly at first, but as he relaxed and realized
that he could do anything he wanted with me, he gripped me tighter
and sped up his strokes.
“That’s it, boy,” I moaned. “That feels good. Do you like what
I’m doing to you?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It feels good.”
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“There’s nothing like playing with another guy,” I gasped. “Does
your dad know you like dick?” When I mentioned his dad, his dick
hardened even more.
“I don’t know,” Casey said.
“You want him to know?” I asked.
“Eventually,” Casey said.
We kept pumping each other. I was getting close to shooting. So
was the boy.
“Go ahead and cum, boy,” I told him. “I want to see you shoot
a load.”
“Ahh,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” I said, strengthening my grip on the boy’s cock. It started
shaking inside my fist. He was going to shoot.
Seconds after cum spewed out of his hard dick, my nuts fired.
Streams of cum flew out of my cock. I swerved my hips to keep my
cum from hitting the boy. Both of us gasped as our orgasms tore
through us.
It wasn’t even 10:00 a.m. yet.
Our cum wads puddled on the office floor. I grabbed some tissues
and wiped them up.
“There, that was fun, huh?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “A lot of fun.”
“So does your dad want you to work with me all day?”
“That’s what he said. He said he had some meetings out of the
office and that he’d be back around four,” Casey told him.
“Good,” I said. “So now that our heads have cleared, I’ll show you
what I do, then at 1:30 we’ll go to the gym and have some more fun.”
“Fun?” he asked quizzically.
“Yeah, a lot of fun. You’ll get to run a bit, and then I’ll show you
what men do with each other when they’re naked, sweaty and horny,”
I told him. “That is, if you want to.”
Casey nodded vigorously. “Like sucking and fucking?” he asked
excitedly.
“Yeah, like sucking and fucking,” I said with a smile.
“Cool, life in the real world is a lot of fun,” he said.
“Better than watching porn all day?” I asked.
“A lot better!” Casey exclaimed.
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Fuck Me, Granddaddy by Will Mittis
I never really knew that much about my grandfather. Dad had
never talked much about his family at all. I knew Granddaddy Mittis
had spent all his adult life in the navy, and after 35 years, he retired
to Mississippi.
It wasn’t as though Dad was trying to hide anything about his
family, it was just that the subject didn’t really come up that often. I
knew my dad was an only child, and that my grandparents had gotten
divorced shortly after Grandpa retired. It hadn’t been what they call
an “amicable” separation, and as far as I could tell, no one really
knew where Grandma had gone after they split up.
So I was surprised when Dad informed me one day that he and
Mom were sending me to Mississippi to stay with Granddaddy for a
couple of weeks. “Your grandfather isn’t getting any younger, son,”
he told me, “and I think it’s high time the two of you got to know one
another. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to try to get the two of you
together. It seemed like Dad was always on a ship somewhere out in
the middle of the ocean when you were little, and I guess we just let
the time slip away.”
“Aren’t you and Mom coming, too?” I asked. I was nervous about
going alone. Even though he was a blood relative, I had never met him
before. It would be like spending two weeks with a complete stranger.
“Not this trip, son,” Dad said. “Your granddaddy wants to spend
some one-on-one time with you and try to make up for lost time. And
just between you and me … he and your mother have never really
gotten along all that well.”
“Oh … OK,” I said, but if anything, that made me even more nervous.
If Granddaddy Mittis didn’t like my mother, I wondered if he’d like
me. Everyone was always saying how much like her I was.
And I suppose it was true. I had a lot more in common with Mom
than I did with Dad. And I looked a lot more like her and her brothers
than I did my dad. Mom’s side of the family were tall and beefy; my
father was kind of short and stocky. My uncles had all been football
players when they were in school. They had the build for it, and so
did I. My dad was built more like a wrestler. From the pictures I had
seen of my grandfather, my dad was almost a carbon copy of him.
When I arrived in Mississippi, Granddaddy met me at the airport.
I was surprised to discover that he was an inch or two shorter than
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my dad. I actually towered over him. I recognized him before he
recognized me, so I walked up to him and said, “Granddaddy?”
As he looked up at me, he responded, “ Willy? Well, I’ll be goddamned
if you didn’t grow up to be a big’un! I never would have recognized
you. I guess I was lookin’ for a little kid.”
We both sort of laughed at that, and as we headed toward baggage
claim to pick up my bags, he told me, “We got a little bit of a drive
ahead of us tonight. Hope you don’t mind. Your old granddaddy ain’t
much for city living. I guess all that time I spent on a ship, crammed
in with a bunch of other sailors, eventually got to me. I got a place
about an hour away, out in the woods. Nice and private. Not many
neighbors, and I hardly ever see the ones I do have.”
As I followed my grandfather up to the baggage carousel, I noticed
that despite his age, he was really pretty well built. He was wearing
a work shirt and jeans, and both fit him pretty snugly. Like Dad, he
was small, but muscular. His shoulders were broad, and his ass was
tight and round.
After we had picked up my bags, we headed out to the parking lot
where Granddaddy dropped them in the bed of his pickup truck. On
the way back to his place, he asked me a lot of questions about school
and what kind of things I did for fun. When I told him I was on the
football team, he gave my thigh a squeeze, laughed and said, “With
a big build like yours, it’d be a waste if you weren’t!”
In no time, we were pulling up to Granddaddy’s house in the woods.
He had supper ready on the stove, and after he quickly heated it up,
we sat down and ate.
As we finished eating, Granddaddy said, “I’m afraid I don’t have
a real guest room for you, Willy, but I made up a bed for you in the
den. It should be pretty comfortable, but if you need anything you
just let me know.”
“That’s OK, Granddaddy,” I told him.
He led me to the den where he’d made up the couch with some
sheets and blankets. I crawled in and was out like a light in no time.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. When
I made my way to the kitchen, I found Granddaddy there cooking eggs
and bacon, wearing just his boxers. “Morning, Granddaddy,” I said.
“Hey there, sleepyhead. Breakfast is almost ready.”
As he got breakfast on the table, I couldn’t help notice his body. His
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looking salt-and-pepper fur that matched his beard. He had several
tattoos on his chest and arms. His legs were short, but very powerful
looking. And when he turned around, I noticed how the big bulge
in the crotch of his boxers made the elastic waistband dip in front.
Grandpa apparently had a big sausage for such a little guy. I tried
not to stare, but it wasn’t easy.
I had always kind of been turned on by older men. I thought some of
the coaches and teachers at school were really hot, but it never occurred
to me that I’d be turned on by my own grandpa. I was spending two
weeks here alone with him. It was going to drive me crazy!
Later that morning, Granddaddy asked me to help him with some
yard work. I was happy to give him a hand. At first I thought it might
help me take my mind off his compact, muscular body. But when he
came out into the yard in just a pair of overalls with no shirt on, it
just made matters worse.
As the sun moved higher in the sky, it got hotter outside. I found
myself pulling my shirt off as I helped Granddaddy dig up and old
flower bed. “Flowers are fussy things, big’un,” he told me. “Margaret
insisted on planting these, and I’m glad to get rid of them. I know she’s
your grandmother, but that old bitch was a pain in my ass. Whenever
I was home on leave, she was always nagging me about something.
She was a terrible lay, too,” he added with a laugh.
Thinking about Granddaddy having sex made me blush. Mostly
because I wondered what his big, hard cock would feel like. Just as
that thought was going through my mind, I looked over and saw he
had opened his fly and was pulling his dick out. He started to piss
right there in the yard.
He must have noticed me staring at him, because he gave me a wink
and said, “One of the perks of not having any close neighbors. I can
pull it out and take a whiz whenever I feel like it.”
“Uh … yeah,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“If you need to go, go ahead. Just us guys here. No need to be shy,
big’un. Your old granddaddy saw a lot of dick in the navy.”
I wasn’t sure I had to pee, but I somehow got the feeling that
Granddaddy wanted me to. So I went and stood next to him, opened
the fly on my cutoffs and pulled my dick out. Despite the fact that I
was so much taller than my grandpa, my dick was nowhere near the
size of his. I stood there for a moment waiting for the flow to start.
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Granddaddy looked over and saw that nothing was coming out.
“You a little pee shy?” he asked.
“I … I guess so,” I said. Knowing that he was looking at my dick
made it start to stiffen and grow.
“I don’t think that’s the problem, big’un. Look, you’re pecker’s
getting hard. Can’t piss through a hard cock.”
I felt my cheeks start to burn. He knew I was getting turned on seeing
his big cock. Granddaddy must have noticed me blushing, because
he said, “Now, that’s nothing to get upset about, son. Guys get hard
all the time. Especially young’uns like you. You just got to take care
of the problem, then move on.”
When I looked in his direction again, I noticed that his big rod had
started to plump up, too. Leaving it sticking out of the fly of his overalls, he moved closer to me, reached down and wrapped his warm
hand around my stiffy.
“Oh … oh, Granddaddy,” I moaned. His touch had made my dick
the hardest it had ever been.
“Now you just relax and let your old grandpa take control of this.
I could just jerk a nice wad out of you, but I’m betting a big boy like
you needs to have to the cum fucked out of your balls. Is that what
you need, big’un. You need Granddaddy to fuck your butt for you
until you cum.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was shocked that he touched
my dick, but the offer to fuck me was too much. Almost without realizing what I was doing, I nodded and said, “Uh-huh.”
“Uh-huh what, son? Tell Granddaddy what you need.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“C’mon, son. You can do better than that. I need to hear you. Say,
‘Fuck me, Granddaddy,’ so I can hear it.”
“Fuck me, Granddaddy,” I said louder.
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard.”
Grandpa led me over to the back porch, where he had me lie down
on my back. He lifted my legs, spreading my asscheeks. My butt hole
was right at the same level as his thick, long, hard cock. He nudged it
against my opening. I could feel the wetness at the tip. I didn’t know
if it was the remnants of his piss or if it was precum or a combination
of both. He teased me with the wet tip until I said again, this time
even louder, “Fuck me, Granddaddy!”
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I heard him spit in his hand, then felt him rubbing it around my
hole. He spat a second time and used it to lube his big cock. Then I
felt him pushing the tip against my hole. “Tight,” he grunted. “You
just relax, son. Push it out, like you’re taking a shit.”
When I pushed out, a load of precum drooled onto my belly. Slowly,
Granddaddy worked his shaft up my tunnel. I felt full. Granddaddy
held his cock still inside me, letting me get used to the girth, then he
slowly started moving it in and out of my asshole.
“Ohhh … Granddaddy,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Granddaddy. Fuck
my hole.”
He just grunted and gradually picked up speed. Soon he was slamming in and out of my ass. The curve of his furry belly kept rubbing
the underside of my sensitive prick. I was drooling more and more
precum. I could feel the tingle building up inside me, and I knew
what was going to happen.
“Granddaddy,” I groaned. “I’m gonna … shoot. I’m gonna cum,
Granddaddy!”
Continuing to pound my butt, he growled out, “Let it fly, big’un!
Shoot that load for your granddaddy!”
And as he said that, my nuts popped and I started spurting cum all
over my belly and his. But my grandfather kept fucking. He was still
hard as a brick inside my hole.
As my dick softened, he said, “There you go, son. You got rid of
that hardon; now you can piss.”
“Wha … what?” I moaned, as my head slowly cleared after my cum.
“Go ahead, boy. Piss. Piss all over yourself. Piss for your granddaddy.”
I wasn’t sure I could, but I wanted to do what Granddaddy told
me to. It started as a little trickle, but soon I was pissing full force, all
over myself and Granddaddy’s furry belly.
“OH, FUCK!” he growled as I soaked the two of us. I felt his fat
cock jumping around inside me, and I knew he was filling me full of
his spunk. Pretty soon, I could feel it squishing out of my hole and
dripping down my asscrack.
Granddaddy pulled his softening sausage out of my hole and
slumped down next to me on the back steps. He gave my wet, sticky
belly a couple of slaps and said, “I think we’re gonna have a great
couple of weeks, big’un.”
I was starting to think I might need to stay longer than that.
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The Best Way to Reach Me
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I’m getting
desperate. I know Mom isn’t happy about the situation either. The
problem is Dad. He’s clueless. For him, everything is about work. Life
is all about his career. When I stop and think about it, I can’t even
picture him without his smart phone either in his hand or plastered
to his ear.
Dad must think he’s a good father because he’s home every evening
for supper. But really, honestly, he has his phone next to his plate while
we eat. What is with that? Hello, Dad! Earth to moon, Dad! Mom and
I try to get him to converse with us, but even when he says something,
he’s texting to his colleagues at work with his hand. He’s hopeless.
I know he has an “important” position in his company, but does
he really have to work 24/7? What about Mom and me? Aren’t we
important?
Once or twice a month, Dad comes to my soccer games. But when
I catch him sitting in the bleachers, he’s not watching the game. He’s
either staring at his smart phone, pecking at it with his finger, or
he’s talking to someone on it. He only knows who won the game or
knows what the score is because he follows our team’s twitter feed.
How lame is that?
When I ask him what he thinks of the way I ran or kicked the ball
during the game, he just says, “You did great, Jack.” But I know he
doesn’t have a clue how I did. I know, because one game I didn’t even
play at all. I wasn’t feeling good, and Coach had me sit on the sidelines
the whole game. After the game, when I asked Dad how I did, he said,
“You were outstanding, son.” It really pissed me off.
Why did Dad even bother showing up at the game if he wasn’t
going to watch?
I tried to think of a way to get his attention. We were at the dinner
table. It was Wednesday night. I’d come home from an intense soccer
practice. I’d showered in the lockers with Coach and the other guys,
but I was still sweaty. I took a long shower, dried off, and put on a
t-shirt and a pair of terrycloth shorts. Well, at first I put on a pair of
underwear and then the terrycloth shorts, but then an idea flashed
in my head.
I stripped off the terrycloth shorts and kicked off my underwear.
Then I put on the terrycloth shorts without any underwear underneath.
If this didn’t work, nothing would.
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Mom liked us to have our family meals in the cozy nook in the
kitchen. It had a round table with a circular bench which went around
half of the table. Mom always sat at a chair on one side of the table,
with Dad and I sitting on the circular bench.
From where we sat, Dad could look down into my lap if I rested one
thigh on the bench, but Mom couldn’t see a thing from where she sat.
That night while we ate, I rested my thigh on the bench and slowly
pulled up my terrycloth shorts until the tip of my dick poked out. If
Dad bothered to face me and say something, I mean if he took his
eyes off his smart phone for even a few seconds to really look at me,
he couldn’t miss my dickhead winking at him.
As I suspected, Dad didn’t see a thing. At first I just had the tip of
my dick peeking out. By the time we were done with our salads, I had
my whole dickhead laying openly on my thigh. I wondered what it
was going to take to get Dad to notice me.
By dessert, I had my pant leg pulled all the way up to my crotch. If
Dad had looked my way, he would have seen my entire dick stretched
out along my thigh.
“Oops, I gotta take this, guys,” Dad said when his smart phone
vibrated as we were in the middle of dessert. “We’re setting up new
servers in Shanghai, and there’s some sort of problem.” Still dressed
in his suit, Dad got up to leave. “Don’t wait up for me, hon,” he told
Mom, gave her a peck on her cheek and left. Mom just rolled her eyes.
I wasn’t ready to give up. I tried the same thing Thursday night,
and on Friday night.
By Friday night I was beyond desperate. I knew Mom had plans to
see a movie with her friends. She left after serving Dad and me dessert.
As soon as she was gone, I started rubbing my dick. Dad had his eyes
glued on his smart phone as he scooped pieces of pie into his mouth.
I finished my piece of pie, leaned against the back of the bench and
rather openly pumped my dick. I pumped it until it was rock hard.
There was a moment when I thought Dad had noticed. He was bringing
a piece of pie up to his mouth and stopped half way. Something had
caught his attention. I gave my dick another good pump. I should
have known. Dad was distracted by some text that popped up on his
smart phone. He tapped a quick answer and finished moving the
piece of pie up to his mouth.
I was despondent. I wondered if Dad would even notice if I ripped
off my terrycloth shorts and shoved my dick into his face.
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I was about to get up to clear off the dishes when Dad’s hand slapped
onto my bare thigh.
“What is with you, little fucker!” he snapped.
I jumped.
“Think I didn’t notice your little game the last few nights?” he said.
He pointed two fingers at his eyes and then pointed the fingers at me.
“You might think I don’t see, but I’m watching you, boy.” He sounded
menacing, but the slight grin on his face told me otherwise.
His hand grabbed my hard cock and squeezed it.
“What are you, some little cocksucker?” he asked, leaning into me.
“Don’t think I don’t know about little shits like you,” he said, breathing
into my face. “The office is crawling with pussy boys wanting to suck
my cock.”
Dad’s words caught me totally off guard. For once I was speechless.
Dad looked intently into my eyes as he pumped my dick. Is this
what he did to the pussy boys in his office?
“Dad,” I whimpered as his hand worked my dick. I could feel the
climax building at the base of my cock. It felt so good. Dad wasn’t
saying anything, but the attention he was giving me was doing the trick.
“Shh,” he said, putting a finger across my lips. Then he did something that made me feel like I truly mattered. He grabbed his smart
phone and turned it off! I nearly came just watching that glowing
screen go dark.
Now he had both of his hands in my crotch. One hand was stroking
my throbbing cock. The other hand cupped my nuts while his middle
finger slipped between my thighs and touched my quivering butt hole.
Dad kept on fondling me until I exploded. His face was hovering
over mine. His lips were grazing mine. I could feel every breath which
puffed out of his nostrils on my cheeks. He watched every movement
of my eyeballs as I filled his clenched fist with my load.
“Come with me, boy,” he said when I stopped bouncing on the bench.
I followed him to his office.
Dad tore open his trousers, pulled up his shirt, and smeared my
cum all over his hard cock.
“Lick it, son,” he demanded. “Lick your jism off my cock.”
I was down on my knees in a flash. I had Dad’s attention, and I
was going to do everything possible to keep it as long as I could. His
smart phone was off, and he’d left it on the table in the kitchen. No
one could bother us now.
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I ran my tongue up and down the entire length of Dad’s cum-smeared
cock. The heat of his shaft made my cum smell. The heady aroma
tickled my nose as I lapped my cum off his cock. With my tongue, I felt
every vein of his hard dick. I ran my hand through Dad’s furry bush.
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I looked up the front of his hairy torso. I was ready to do anything
Dad asked me to do. I was his pussy boy tonight.
Dad started to cum, but the second a pearly drop of white cum
oozed out of his piss hole, he pushed me away.
“Not yet, Jack,” he said. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up to
my bedroom. He ripped off my clothes and tossed me face down on
the bed.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Dad strip naked. He put his
knees on my bed, using them to spread my legs apart. Dad dabbed
the tip of his dick with his finger, coating it with the giant cum drop
that had oozed out.
He aimed his finger at my mouth and shoved that cum drop between
my lips.
“That’s what your dad tastes like, son,” he told me. I loved the sound
of his deep, firm voice.
He pushed my thighs further apart with his knees. I felt my butt
crack opening. I felt Dad’s big hands on my asscheeks. I felt his fingers
tearing into my crack. I felt his thumbs working my ass lips apart. I
felt big drops of his spit rain down into my hole.
“Dad,” I whimpered.
“You want me to stop?” he asked.
“No,” I moaned.
I felt Dad’s thumbs pushing his slick spit into my hole. His thumbs
dove deep, feeling my inner heat and coating my insides with his lube.
By the time Dad had me prepped for his cock, I was on the verge of
cumming again. All that pent up frustration of not having Dad pay
me any attention was pouring out of me, leaving me on edge.
When Dad pressed his cockhead against my hole, I came as my
asslips nipped at his dickhead.
“Aren’t you a fucking boy,” Dad moaned. “I’m just getting started,
pussy boy,” he warned.
Dad pushed and pushed until his dick popped inside me. I let out an
instinctive wail. It didn’t hurt. No, it was a cry of joy. A cry of release.
I’d gotten Dad’s full attention at last!
Clenching my butt cheeks, Dad sunk his dick into my ass, inch
by inch by inch. He’d coated my tube so well that his cock slipped
painlessly all the way inside. I came a third time when I felt his bushy
crotch scratching my bare bottom.
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“Oh, yeah, that’s my boy,” Dad groaned as he felt my tube spasm
around his penetrating cock. “Three loads and I’ve barely begun,
boy,” Dad said proudly. “How many times am I going to make you
cum, huh?”
Dad ground his hips, making his cock gyrate inside me, before
pulling back. He pulled and I clenched my ass, wrapping my sphincter
tight around his bulb to keep it from popping free. Dad teased my
sphincter. He tugged at it, making me work my muscle to keep him
from yanking out.
I had my sphincter tucked tightly around the rim of his head,
massaging it and making Dad drip precum out of his cock. He plunged
back inside, and I released my sphincter. But not for long. Dad was
teasing me again by trying to pull free. I grabbed his cock with my
love muscle, using everything I had.
Dad sure knew how to tease a boy and his butt hole. He poked and
prodded my shaft with his cock, pulling out when I least expected
and making me work to keep him inside.
I knew my efforts were working. Dad was panting. His heavy breath
was hot on my back. He was on top of me now, his furry chest on my
back, his teeth gnawing away at my shoulders and neck. His tongue
slipping in and out of my ears. He had me flailing on the bed. I was
screaming, “Dad! Dad! Dad!” I was in ecstasy. I felt like I was floating
away. Our bodies were melting together. I felt his heart pounding
against my skin.
Dad let out a puff of air. His torso tensed. His teeth sank into my
shoulder. I felt him shudder. Dad was cumming inside me. The instant
I felt his cum streaming into me, I shot a fourth time. I jerked repeatedly as the orgasm ripped through me. Dad snorted over and over
as he pelted my insides with his load.
“There,” Dad said, when he calmed down and I let him pop his cock
out of my cum-filled ass. “Happy now, son? Is this enough attention
for you, boy?”
I rolled onto my back and faced Dad. Our two cum-soaked cocks
touched and kissed.
“Very happy, Dad,” I said with a big smile. “We’ll do this again,
right, Dad?”
“Just tweet me when you need it, boy,” Dad said jokingly. “That’s
the best way to reach me, you know.”
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Under the Bed
As a little boy, nights were terrifying to me. My vivid, ghastly nightmares started soon after my parents tucked me into bed, turned out
the light, and left me alone in my bedroom. Cowering in bed, my
head tucked under my blankets for safety, I did my best to stay awake.
But no matter how hard I tried to stay awake, I’d fall asleep, and the
instant I entered dreamland, I’d hear the closet door creak open.
Thump! Thump! Thump! I could hear the monster’s footsteps as
he approached my bed. Too terrified to wake up or scream, I’d shake
under the covers knowing that at any moment the monster would rip
my blankets off and toss me into his cavernous mouth! I could smell
his awful breath, hear his hot, heavy panting, but I was petrified. I
couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream for help. I was helpless.
To escape my nightly torment, one night I hopped out of bed as soon
as my parents left my bedroom. I stuffed one of my pillows under the
covers to fool the monster into thinking I was in my bed. I grabbed
the other pillow and a spare blanket and took cover under the bed.
Shaking under the bed, I wrapped myself in the blanket and clutched
the pillow. I still heard the monster come out of the closet when I
slipped into dreamland. But this time, I felt much safer because the
monster didn’t know where I really was. I could hear him breathing
and snorting fire on the bed, but I felt safe under the bed.
I took to sleeping under my bed after that. It became my refuge.
Even when I stopped having my boyhood nightmares and took to
sleeping in my bed again, I spent a lot of time under the bed.
I learned that it was the perfect place to hide from Mom who always
had some chore for me to do. She never thought of looking for me
under the bed. I’d hear her calling, “Carl! Carl!” And when I didn’t
answer, she’d come looking for me. Hidden under the bed, I’d hear
her tap loudly on my bedroom door once, yell out, “Carl!”, and open
my bedroom door.
“Where the hell did he go?” I’d hear her mutter, slamming my door
shut and stomping down the hallway back to the kitchen.
Safe and undisturbed under my bed was also where I had my very
first orgasm. I’d discovered how wonderful it felt to pull my jeans
down and run my hands back and forth over my dick. My pecker got
so hard and tingly. The more I rubbed it, the better it felt. The afternoon my nuts finally popped, I didn’t know what to think. The spasms
that shook my body were intense. My toes curled. I nearly passed out.
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But it felt soooo good! I just had to do it again. It wasn’t until I’d gone
to heaven a second time that I noticed all the sticky, creamy goo that
covered my dick. I touched it, played with it, smelled it, wondered
what it was, and smeared it on the underside of the bed frame.
That night, I crawled under my bed and sniffed the bottom of the
bed frame. The odor of my sticky emission was faint, but still detectable. I rubbed another load out of me and coated the bottom of the
bed frame again.
As a little boy, the narrow space under my bed had been my refuge.
Now it was my special space where I beat off. I kept rubbing my sticky
loads onto my bed frame. The layers of dried cum gave my hiding
place a special aroma that gave me a hardon the instant I crawled
underneath my bed. I loved that smell, and often pressed my nose
against my bed frame, sucking in as much of that tantalizing, enriching
aroma as I worked my cock to thrilling orgasms. Sometimes I even
planted my lips on my dried cum and tasted it as I beat off.
One afternoon I was naked and obsessed with jacking off under my
bed. I had earbuds in my ear and was listening to Machine Head. I
was in a special place. I’d already cum once and was working my way
to a fabulous second. I loved my second orgasms. They took longer
to achieve, but they were so much more intense.
With music blasting in my ears, I didn’t hear Dad calling out my
name. I didn’t hear him knocking on my door. I didn’t hear him enter
my room.
I was just a few seconds away from blasting off when the music
suddenly stopped. Dad had turned my iPhone off. He knew I was
in my room and could tell by all the thumping happening under my
bed that his son was beating off there. Dads aren’t stupid. They know
what that sound is.
I turned to see Dad on the floor watching me. I don’t know how long
he’d been watching me, but he knew I was too far gone to keep from
blowing my load. One second before I blasted off, he mischievously
turned off my iPhone. He’d seen my toes starting to curl, my lips part,
my eyes fluttering. He knew his boy was past the point of no return.
Even though I was terrified at seeing Dad spying on me, I was
helpless to keep my cum from squirting out. I let out a loud grunt and
cum sprayed onto my bare belly.
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What was I supposed to do now? I rubbed the puddle of cum which
collected in and around my belly button. I couldn’t smear it onto the
bottom of the bed frame with Dad watching.
Dad found the pair of underwear I’d left on the bed, grabbed it
and put it on my belly for me to wipe up.
“Did that feel good, son?” Dad asked.
“Yeah,” I said, my face red with shame.
“You didn’t pop a big load. Was that your second or third load,
Carl?” Dad asked. He was so mean. It was just like him to tease me
about something so personal.
“What do you want, Dad?” I asked. “Why didn’t you knock before
barging into my room?”
“I did knock, son,” Dad said. “But you didn’t answer, so I came in.”
Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me out from under the bed.
“So is that your secret place?” he asked me.
“Not anymore,” I said.
“Sorry,” Dad said. He had this big lump in his jeans that caught my
attention. Seeing that Dad enjoyed watching his son beat off made
me feel better.
“Did you have a secret place when you were my age?” I asked Dad.
Dad laughed.
“Where was it?” I asked. Suddenly I didn’t feel ashamed about being
naked in front of him. It didn’t even bother me that the stink of my
two loads was still heavy in the air. It helped that Dad had sprouted
a boner inside his jeans.
He sat down on my bed. When he lay down, I lay down next to him.
It was cool being with Dad on my bed, our legs dangling off the edge.
It was cool hearing him talk about his boyhood secret place.
“It was in the attic,” Dad said.
“And no one knew?” I asked.
“For a long time,” Dad said. “I used to spend hours up there. I had
a special spot in the corner. I had boxes set up so that just in case
someone entered the attic they couldn’t see me right away.”
“Did you get naked?” I asked.
“Sometimes, but I usually just pushed my pants and underwear
down around my ankles and pulled up my shirt,” Dad said.
“Did you beat off more than once?” I asked.
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“All the time,” Dad said with a sigh. “I really loved my second blows.
I had to work harder for those, and it felt so good when that second
load oozed out.”
“Dad, can I ask you a question?” I asked.
“Sure, of course, Carl,” Dad said. “Ask me anything.”
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“I like cumming a second time, too, but sometimes I get my dick too
raw. Do you have any suggestions, Dad?” I asked.
He chuckled. “You need to use some lube, son,” he said. “I have
some really slick stuff. I’ll give you a jar. It’s what I used way back then.”
“What did you do with your stuff, Dad, after you blew?” I asked.
Dad paused. We had our heads propped up on pillows, and when I
looked down Dad’s front, I saw his hand rubbing back and forth over
his tented crotch. Seeing that made my dick pop straight up.
I looked at Dad’s face and saw he was embarrassed to tell me what
he did with his spooge. His cheeks were flush.
“You can tell me, Dad,” I egged him on. “I want to know.”
“Only if you tell me what you do with yours, son,” Dad said.
“It’s a deal,” I said eagerly. Dad was rubbing his tent. I felt free to
play with my dick. By then I wanted to see Dad play with his. Maybe
if I played with mine, he’d open his fly and haul his hard cock out
for me to watch.
“OK,” Dad said after a long pause. “I usually ate it.” He let out a
deep breath. There, he had admitted to eating his own spooge.
“Wow,” I said. “My dad’s a cum eater?”
Dad chuckled. “Now it’s your turn, son. What do you do with yours?”
I squirmed closer to Dad so that our bodies touched. “You’ve got
to promise not to tell anyone, Dad,” I said.
“I promise,” Dad said.
“I rub it on the bed frame,” I blurted out.
“That’s why your room smells the way it does,” Dad said. All the
time he’d kept rubbing himself. He’d rubbed himself so much there
was a wet spot on his jeans. He looked into my eyes, and when I looked
back, he undid his fly and let his hard, wet cock shoot up.
“You want to touch it, son?” he asked.
I grabbed Dad’s cock and said, “Yeah. Touch me, Dad. Touch me
too.”
I let out a moan the instant his fingers wrapped around my stiff
shaft. I’d cum twice already and thought about telling Dad to get some
lube, but I didn’t want to do anything to disturb the flow.
Dad was one step ahead of me. He knew I needed some lube. At
first he spit into his hand and kept my hard cock moist as the two of
us toyed with each other’s dicks.
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But Dad knew I needed more lube than just the spit he could work
in his palm. Dad sat up, stripped naked, and turned so he could stuff
my cock into his mouth where it was warm and wet.
I nearly popped a load right then. The feeling of Dad’s tongue,
mouth and throat on my cock made me shiver ecstatically. His cock
was flaring right in front of my face. I stared at it for a good minute,
pumping it up and down, marveling at it’s shape, tracing the thick
blood vessels which snaked up the sides, entranced by the way his
foreskin peeled up and down over his glans. At times, it was practically
translucent. The smell of his wet cock was intoxicating.
I watched Dad sucking on my cock for another minute, and then I
just had to try doing it myself. I should have known sucking cock was
this good. Seconds after putting Dad’s dick into my mouth, I knew
that sucking cock was going to be a big part of my life.
The two of us slurped for a long time. We wanted to cum, but there
was no rush. It all felt too good to stop. Over and over, Dad worked
himself up to firing, but he kept pulling his cock out of my mouth to
keep himself from firing until I was ready.
When he started fucking my face, I did the same to him. The
sound of our hips thrashing back and forth on the bed reverberated
throughout the room.
Dad wrapped his arms around my lower back, placing his hands
on my butt cheeks. I did the same to him. He pushed against my butt,
forcing my dick deep down his throat. I did the same. The feel of
his furry ass set me on edge. I was reaching that special place. I was
seconds away from pouring cum down Dad’s throat. Even though it
was my third load, I could feel that it was going to be more than just
a little dribble of cum that oozed out of my dick. Being with Dad like
this had set my nuts into motion. They’d been churning up a special
batch of cum just for Dad.
His cock was like an open faucet already. A steady stream of precum
flowed down my throat. I had to keep swallowing to keep my throat
clear to breathe.
Just before Dad came, he rolled on top of me and drove his cock all
the way down my throat with an intense thrust. He let out a muffled
groan and flooded my throat with his cum.
Squeezed underneath him, I could barely move. It was like that
monster from childhood had finally caught me and was devouring
me. Only this time it was pure joy. I wanted to be caught more than
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anything. I wanted to feel that hot fire on my body. I wanted to be
one with that monster.
Unable to move, my nuts blasted. Cum tore through my cock. It
blasted out of my dick and streamed endlessly down Dad’s throat. I
could hear his throat gurgle as it swallowed every drop of my cum.
We were both in our secret place together. It was like everything
had happened up till now so that Dad and I could share this special
moment together.
We kept sucking each other until our cocks went limp.
“Whew,” Dad said when he sat up. “You shot a lot for a third time,
son,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”
The way he sat up made his nutsac drape over my face. I inhaled
his salty, sweaty mansmells. It was like breathing in pure nutrition. I
licked and kissed his balls. Dad let me lick all the salty sweat off them.
“Now you know all my secrets,” Dad said.
“I dunno, Dad,” I said. “I’m sure there are more. Like who did you
do first? And what else have you done with other guys? I bet there’s
a ton of stuff you can tell me.”
Dad smiled. “I suppose there are a few more things to share, son,”
he said. As he talked, I saw him finger his butt hole. I wondered it
that had anything to do with one of his secrets. “But first we’ve got
chores to do. The reason I came looking for you is that your mother
wants us to wash the car today. And if we don’t do it before she gets
home, we’re both going to be in a heap of trouble.”
“Whatever,” I said, not happy about having to do chores.
Dad hopped off the bed and pulled me to my feet.
“If we hurry, we can get the car washed in plenty of time for me to
try and squeeze another round out of these,” he said, tugging on my
nuts. “I’ve got another secret that I’m sure will make you blow again.”
“I dunno, Dad. My nuts are totally drained,” I said.
“Yeah, but boys your age refill in no time,” he said, playfully swinging
my nuts back and forth. “Just holding them I can practically feel
them loading.”
Dad let go of me so we could get dressed. I ran out of the room to
wash the car. He was right. My nuts were filling up fast, and by the
time we got the car washed, I was pretty sure another one of Dad’s
secrets would make them pop again.
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Announcing Dad’s Bedtime Tales 17
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world. Fucking asshole bosses, impossible clients, grueling schedules,
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SOMETHING!
And all you horny boys, we know what it’s like in school. Walking
around all day with a hardon. Looking at coach’s tight ass in the
showers. The way your English teacher stands in front of the chalk
board with his big dick hanging down inside his slacks. You can’t take
a break during the day and drain your nuts. When you get home, all
you want to do is FUCK SOMETHING! BUT THERE’S NO ONE
THERE BUT YOUR DAD!
Well maybe, just maybe, if you help him relax, put his feet on the
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tight holes well lubricated for the
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need to get their poles greased to
give their boys the fucking they
deserve.
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For some time now I’ve
been hornier than ever
before. I guess it’s time to
explore what’s up there.
And down there.
Desde hace un tiempo
he estado más
calenturiento que
nunca antes. Creo
que es hora de ver
qué onda ahí
abajo.
Today I’ll do
something
about it.
Hoy haré
algo al
respecto.
Luckily, my stepfather
doesn’t know I’m
writing this.
Por suerte, mi
padrastro no sabe
que escribo esto.
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It happened at the park,
down street. A muscled,
sweaty hunk had a huge
bulge in his pants. He
smiled at me.
Fue en el parque aquí cerca.
Un hombretón musculoso
y sudoroso me enseñó el
enorme bulto de
su pantalón. ¡Y
me sonrió!
Oh God!
His cock
was so fat
and thick!
¡Dios! ¡Su
verga era
gorda y
dura!
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My first
cock…
Mi
primera
verga…
I felt so lucky to find such a great cock
on my first try!
¡Qué suerte tuve de encontrar esta gran
verga al primer intento!
He had a body to
die for, ripped and
hard. And even
better, he was as
horny as I was!
Tenía un cuerpazo,
musculoso y duro.
Y estaba tan
caliente como yo.
He seemed to know my needs; which parts
of me to touch, lick and pay attention to…
Él sabía atender mis necesidades.
Sabía qué partes tocar, lamer y
atenderme…
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When he put his humongous cock against my
virginal hole, I was ticklish with nerves and
anticipation.
Cuando me puso su enorme pene
en el culo, sentí cosquillas de
anticipación y nervios.
He pushed it gently, slowly,
letting me feel every inch
stretching my ass.
Me la empujó despacio,
haciéndome sentir cada
centímetro entrar en mi
recto.
It hurt
anyway,
but it still felt
awesome.
Dolió de todos modos.
Fue algo grandioso.
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I was at his mercy.
His veiny tool
streched my ass
more and more!
Me tenía a su
merced. Su venoso
palo me estiraba el
culo cada vez más!
My ass felt
so full that I
wondered what
I had been
missing all this
time! Having a
cock up my ass
was fantastic!
AWWWWW!!
Sentía el culo
tan lleno que
me pregunté
cómo me había
perdido de esto
tanto tiempo.
Tener una
verga en el culo
¡era fantástico!
¡AYYYY!
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Deeper…
harder!
Más
hondo…
¡más
duro!
FUCK! I’M
CUMMING,
BOY!!
¡ME VENGO,
CABRONCITO!!
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WHAT THE
FUCK IS THIS??
¿QUÉ COÑO
ES ESTO??
You really did this? Got
FUCKED by a stranger??
¿Es en serio? ¿Te COGIÓ
un extraño??
How
could
you??
¿Cómo
pudiste??
Stan! Did you…
read that?
¡Stan! ¿Leíste…
eso?
“…Unfortunately, I still
haven’t tried any of these
fantasies. I’m still saving
my hole…”
“…Lástima que no he
hecho ninguna de
estas fantasías. Sigo
reservando mi hoyo…”
Please don’t read the
rest! I beg of you!
¡Por favor no leas el
resto! ¡Te lo suplico!
“…to be fucked by Stan. I
watch him shower and
jack off every night…”
WHAT THE F…
“…ser cogido por Stan.
Lo miro ducharse y
masturbarse cada
noche…” QUÉ CARAJ…
OH. FUCK.
AY. CARAJO.
To. Be. Continued…
Con.Ti.Nua.Rá…
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The Interruption by Hunter
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Peters,” I whined through the closed
door, “but I have to pee real badly, and I’m afraid I’m not going to be
able to hold it! The front office john is occupied, and this is the first
chance I’ve had to take a break all morning.”
My bladder was screaming for release, and I was desperate. Not
many of the warehouse workers bothered to use the old bathroom at
the secluded end of the building. Most headed for the newly remodeled one with stalls near the front office.
“No problem, Cody. Come on in,” came the reply.
I pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. The room was
small and dimly lit, with just a sink and a toilet. The peeling paint and
cracked plaster were evidence of the years of neglect. The broken lock
no longer served its original purpose, if it was ever used much in the
first place. No wonder few of the men even remembered it was here.
Once, however, I saw two good looking truckers follow each other
into the can a few seconds apart. They stayed in there for quite a
while. When they came out, I snuck in, curious to find out what they
had been up to. I expected to smell the stink of a shared joint or find
a couple of bennies on the floor. Was I surprised when I was hit by
the strong smell of cum and sweat! Every boy knows the unmistakable odor of cum when he smells it. I quickly found several wads of
semen on top of the toilet tank. I couldn’t help myself; I just had to
taste it. It was real pungent, slightly salty and still warm. I suddenly
pictured how the one driver had forced it out of the second one by
shoving his cock up the other’s ass. I immediately sprung a rod as
the spooge hit my tongue. I carefully wiped up the rest and spread it
all over the head of my raging boner to use for lube as I jacked off. I
fantasized that I’d been invited by the truckers to join a three-way. I
stuck my finger up my butt with my free hand and pretended that I
was getting fucked while sucking off the other man. It only took about
a six strokes to bust my nut.
“I’ll just pee in the sink, Mr. Peters,” I stammered as I tried not to
peek at his big, flaccid dick and heavy balls hanging down into the bowl.
I had to stand on my tip-toes to get my cock to just reach the basin.
“No need to do that, son,” advised Mr. Peters, placing a firm hand
on my thigh.
I really liked the way he always called me “son” and not “boy” like
most the other workers. I guess that’s why I always respectfully called
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him “Mr. Peters”. He was about my dad’s age, but the heavy physical
work of the warehouse had kept him in great shape. He was sitting on
the john with his blue work shirt completely unbuttoned, showing off
his well-defined pecs and the T-shaped pattern of hair that started
just beneath his firm nipples and ran straight down into his pubic hair.
His work pants and white boxers were pulled down and bunched up
at the tops of his steel-toed work boots, exposing his hairy torso and
legs. This kind of silent self-confidence really excited me.
“Just bring it over here, young man,” he said smiling as he slid back
against the toilet tank and spread his thighs apart to make access to
an opening between his legs.
In a flash, I completely unsnapped my coveralls, pulled down my
white briefs and retrieved my cock. “I’ll be real careful,” I promised
as I closed my eyes for a second to help get my stream going.
“You’re growing into quite the young man,” Mr. Peters observed,
locking his eyes on my dick, which had begun its discharge.
It made me feel strangely proud to have a grown man admire my
young cock. The guys in the locker room at school just made crude
jokes and were always goosing the nearest boy just to see if they could
catch each other off guard. “I hope I’ll grow up and be just like my
dad,” I blushingly confessed.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, son. It looks like you’re coming
along just fine. I bet you give it lot of exercise, don’t you?” he inquired.
I wasn’t totally sure of what he meant by that, but I figured it probably had something to do with how I faithfully jacked off at least once
each day. That was usually first thing in the morning, if I hadn’t had
a wet dream first.
The release of my bladder made me slightly dizzy with relief as I
watched my stream reach its target. But after only a second or two,
I realized that the opening was getting smaller and smaller. “I don’t
want to get any on you, Mr. Peters,” I pleaded.
“That’s perfectly OK, son,” replied Mr. Peters. I watched in amazement as his dick hardened and slowly rose up to meet my golden flood.
“We’re both men, and a little piss never hurt anyone.”
The look of surprised shock on my face made Mr. Peters chuckle as
he slowly slid forward, causing my warm piss to shower his now rigid
manhood. It flowed down into his groin and over his hefty nutsac.
I stood strangely transfixed as I helplessly watched his impressive
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manhood sway back and forth, bathing in the heat of my personal
shower, like a cobra in a basket.
“Come here, son,” he ordered. He reached over to the sink and
pumped some hand lotion into his palm from the dispenser, then
began to coat his shaft. Instinctively, I knew what he wanted to do,
although I had only been fucked once before, and that was by an older
boy I had a crush on while sharing a sleeping bag on a summer camp
outing. Stopping my flow for just a few seconds, I quickly slipped out
of my coveralls and white briefs so I could straddle his hips and line
up my peach-fuzzed asscrack with his engorged cock.
Mr. Peters’ big hands embraced my hips and held me firmly as he
urged me down until I felt his wet dick head push against my tight,
quivering hole. The pressure had me worried until I felt his swollen
cockhead skillfully overcome my boyish inexperience, and my sphincter
snapped closed just behind the rim of his flared cockhead. I let out
a little gasp, mostly in surprise at how little discomfort it caused. It
didn’t really hurt like I thought it would, because I was so excited.
Although he stopped to let me adjust to the new fullness in my hole,
the pressure against my bladder made me spurt out another short
burst of piss. When he thrust another couple of inches into me, it
happened again. By the time his bush pressed against my smooth
asscheeks, he had drained me totally dry.
As I sat on his lap, he took one big hand and gently gripped the
back of my neck so he could pull me forward and kiss me full on the
mouth. We both moaned deeply as his tongue probed my oral cavity,
setting off a shiver of passion throughout my now sweating body.
“Oh, Mr. Peters,” I panted, “you’re making me so hard!”
“You sweet kid,” he breathed in my ear, “Daddy’s going to make
his boy feel so good.”
“I’ll do anything to please you, Mr. Peters,” I whimpered as I began
to rhythmically move up and down on his buried cock. I tried hard
not to cry out in new-found rapture as his prick forced its way deeper
into my guts. I worriedly looked over my shoulder at the unlocked
door, but I was too far gone to care now even if we did get caught.
This hot man was claiming my ass as his own, and knew there was
no turning back.
Pretty soon I was riding the full length of his man tool with each
up and down motion. The pressure on my prostate pushed a steady
stream of precum out my gaping piss hole and down the underside of
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my stone-hard penis, which I was rubbing against Mr. Peters’ hairy
stomach. The friction against my cock and my rectum at the same
time was driving me further out of my young mind with each thrust.
When Mr. Peters began gently pinching my tits, it felt like he was
sending electric shocks into my groin and my asshole at the same
time. I could feel both our hearts pounding as one, and I was soon
matching their beat as I rode his rigid shaft faster and faster.
“Make it last, son,” Mr. Peters soothingly urged.
“I don’t know if I can, Mr. Peters. It feels so wonderful I don’t think
I can hold it!” I helplessly gasped. I really wanted this feeling to last
forever, too. I also didn’t want to disappoint this powerful man who
was so masterfully playing me like his personal puppet.
He pulled my face to his and started kissing me again to get my mind
off my dick. But being young and constantly horny, I knew my dick
like my best friend. With all the new things Mr. Peters was doing to
me, I knew the best orgasm of my young life was only seconds away.
I tried to do my part by raising his arms so I could lap my tongue
in his damp armpits, but the musky taste just made me even crazier.
“Please, let me show you how much I can cum,” I pleadingly whispered in his ear. “I’ll make you real proud of me.” I tried to squeeze
his invading boner with all the strength in my hole, but my near-virgin
ass muscles were no match for his experienced, studly probe.
“I know you will, son; I know you will. I’m almost there myself. Is
this how you want to take it?”
“Yes! Yes!” I almost screamed as I frantically tried to cram every
imaginable inch of his steely manhood into my rectum.
The instant I felt the first pulse ripple up his cock and across my
prostate, my balls cinched up against the base of my prick, and I
unloaded wad after steaming wad of milky jism all across his pecs and
down to his navel. He quickly placed a big hand over my mouth to
keep me from screaming out. I thrashed around like I had been shot,
and in a sense, I guess I had. My straining legs completely collapsed
from under me, and my full weight became impaled on his discharging
rod. We were both grunting and snorting like runners as I buried my
face in his neck to kiss and lick his dripping sweat. Mr. Peters wrapped
his strong arms around me and held me still against his wet, heaving
chest as his shaft throbbed inside me a half dozen more times. The
heat from the friction of his cock and his massive load sent a heavenly
glow radiating up through my guts.
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After what seemed like a dream-filled hour, I struggled to stand
with Mr. Peters’ help. Compared to the effort it had taken to get it in,
his slimy, semi-hard cock slid effortlessly past my tingling, swollen
hole. That’s when he turned me around and stuck his tongue in my
still shivering opening to verify the amount of his deposit. This sent
shivers throughout my entire body. He then rose and shared his
discovery in a long, probing kiss.
“Wow, son you really drained me damn good. No one has made me
cream like that in years,” he boasted.
I smiled broadly, still tasting the strong flavor of his goo in my mouth.
“Same time tomorrow, Mr. Peters?” I pleaded as I felt the first drops
of his massive load start to ooze down the inside of my thigh.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, son.”
I knew this was going to be the best summer job ever.
The Art Teacher part 3 by Bobby Joe
The Next Day and Beyond
See parts 1 and 2 in the June and September 2012 issues of Handjobs.
Rolling over in my bed the next morning, my sheets and shorts were
totally cum-soaked. I had had at least one, if not more, wet dreams
about Mr. Llewelyn. For a moment, I wondered if my encounters with
the art teacher had all been a dream? Most certainly, I recalled seeing
the man in the showers at school, and he had definitely captured my
attention. His moderately hairy chest, his small-average cock – everything – was certainly not just my imagination! The heart-stirring and
mind-shattering sighting of the man had me pre-occupied the entire
next day. My friends spoke to me, and I knew I had answered them,
however, I had no idea what we had talked about. I was totally in the
dark, even to the point of not recalling the walk home after school that
day. Had my desire for the mature, hirsute man taken over my mind?
I took a quick shower to try to clear my head. Then, after eating
something, I headed out into the bright afternoon sunshine. Our
next-door neighbor, Mark, was out in his back yard doing something
around the flower beds. As he bent over, I swore I saw some pubic
hair surrounding his ample balls and a bit of his cockhead peeking
out from a hole in the crotch area of his shorts. Knowing how warm
it was and how hard Mark had been working, I figured his body must
have been glistening with a sheen of sweat. No matter how much he
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perspired, though, I could never see the damp skin under the virtual
carpet of black chest and belly fur that covered his body. In his late
30s or early 40s, and at six feet and 250 rock-solid pounds, no matter
what I did to try to hide it, he always got me boned up. Today was
no exception.
“Hey, Mark,” I said. “Need help?”
“Naw, man. You want a cold drink? I need to stop a few minutes
and cool off. That sun is a fuckin’ beast!”
I joined Mark on his screened-in back porch. He came out of the
house bearing a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses and poured us some.
“Fuck, these damn shorts are just too hot to wear. They’re sticking
to my skin. I’m taking ‘em off. You OK with that, kid?” Mark said
with a gleam in his eyes.
He knew it was OK with me. In fact, he usually put on a little show
for me. I had a clear view from my bedroom window and could watch
him as I did my homework. I had done that for nearly ten years. The
last four or so had gotten really interesting. Until recently, Mark had
been married, and on occasion, he and his wife would fuck their brains
out on their back patio, especially on hot nights. Seeing Mark’s big,
thick cock disappearing into his wife’s cunt always got me hard as a
rock. And I usually stayed that way for hours – or at least until I shot
one or two mind-blowing cum loads.
Mark dropped his shorts. His flaccid, cut cock swung back and
forth as he walked, making the situation all the more sexually charged.
Mark knew I had watched him fuck his wife, and he knew seeing his
big, floppy cock would get me going soon enough, too.
“What? You’re not gonna join me?” he said in mock surprise. “With
me living alone now, it’s just us guys here. C’mon man. You don’t have
anything to be ashamed of.”
He was right, of course. I dropped my shorts, and laid them on the
chair I’d been sitting on.
“Uh-huh. Thought so,” he said with a wink. “You’re getting boned
up already. If you wanna touch mine or play with it, go right ahead.
Enjoy yourself!”
Mark sat in his chair with his arms folded behind his head and his
legs wide open. I certainly did not need any more of an invitation than
that to suck him off! In a couple of seconds I was on my knees between
his hairy thighs, stroking his cock to full erection. Then seconds after
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that, I wrapped my lips around his fat cockhead and was sliding my
mouth up and down on his shaft.
“Mmmmmm … that feels so good! You’re a born cocksucker, kid!
Damn, man! Slow down! I don’t wanna cum right away. Take your
time and have some fun with it.”
The shaft of his cock was perfectly formed, and his circumcision
scar was invisible, so the look was flawless. His mushroom-shaped
head looked much like my own, albeit a bit larger, as mine was still
growing. Concentrating on Mark’s wonderful joystick, I could not
have been more content!
Wrapping my tongue around the shaft, I encouraged Mark to start
thrusting slowly by grabbing onto his ass and making pushing motions
a few times. He got the message and began a slow, sexy pistoning action,
in and out of my mouth. As I enjoyed his perfect piece of manhood, I
could taste his precum forming on the head. I got busy and increased
my sucking action on the shaft. I also wrapped my tongue around
Mark’s big cock as it slid in and out of my mouth.
Mark was soon thrusting with a certain speed and quietly moaning
and groaning. Soon enough I heard him begin to whimper, letting
me know he was about to blow his wad in my mouth. I backed off
some; I wanted to taste his cum as it shot passed my tonsils on the
way down. The man started crying out as his cum shot past my lips.
He pushed his belly against my nose and mouth and held me there
with a big paw on the back of my head.
I was in hog-heaven. I loved pleasing the big guy. Eventually, his
tumescence waned, and his cum-flow slowed to a drool. I held the end
of his cock on my tongue until he finally pulled it out of my mouth.
“Fuck, kid. You are a pro at cocksucking. You suck dick better than
men twice your age!” He sat back in his chair, his eyes looking a bit
glazed from what was obviously a rather mind-shattering orgasm.
I was glad I had pleased him.
Eventually, Mark slowly got up from his seated position, and – much
to my surprise – got on his knees in front of me.
I didn’t know what to think. I never expected that a guy like Mark
would return the favor. “Mark, you don’t have to. I’m perfectly happy
just sucking you off.”
“No, I want to,” he said. “It’s been years, but I still love the feel of
a guy’s cock in my mouth.”
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The beautiful Italian stallion opened his mouth and began to suck my
hard cock – and was actually doing quite a good job of it! Apparently,
he had fooled around with other guys during his college years and
had enjoyed sucking off some of his buddies. He was so good at it that
I started to wonder just how much fooling around Mark had done in
college. I sat in the chair and relished the service. It was fascinating,
watching him suck me off, and he did it with great joy and wonder,
much like I did myself.
It had been a wild few days so far, and this would be something like
the seventh orgasm I’d had. Mark slowly brought me to the brink a
few times. I was able to hold off for about ten minutes, but then that
warning signal started, so I gently squeezed his shoulders.
“I … I’m about to blast, Mark. Cumming! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I’m Cummmiiinnnggg!”
I rammed my cock down Mark’s throat just as hard as he had done
to me, maybe even harder. Then I released a cum load that surprised
me. Even after six previous orgasms in the last 36 hours, I blew a
wad and a half, lemme tell ya! I grabbed onto his head just behind
both of his ears and rammed my fuck pole down Mark’s throat for
all I was worth.
Mark knew how to deep-throat, and even more importantly, he
also knew how a guy’s cock gets really sensitive after cumming. He
slowed down his sucking motions until all he was doing was holding
my cock in his mouth.
“Fuck, Mark,” I said. “I thought I loved to suck cock! You love it as
much as I do, don’t you?”
He looked a little sheepish, so I reached over and assured him with
a gentle hug. “It’s OK. I understand. I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“Me, neither, Bobby Joe. Think I’m gonna ruin this? No way!”
We moved to the floor of the patio, both of us trying to catch our
breath. After a while, I looked over at Mark, catching his eye. He
smiled and then moved over to lie on top of me, cock to cock. Placing
his hard cock alongside mine, he used his big body and his fur to create
friction, and gently moved back and forth. Slowly, ever so slowly, our
mutual pent-up needs built to another crescendo. I could feel Mark
tense up at about the same time as I did. Soon, the man bent his head
down and was passionately french-kissing me like a madman.
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In the middle of our kiss, our mutual orgasms let loose. We totally
soaked Mark’s body fur. When he finally stood up, he looked like he
had taken a shower, albeit all in cum. White cream dripped from
his chest and stomach like icing. We cleaned each other off with our
tongues and shared each other’s load.
I spent the night at Mark’s place, and we came one more time after
that, sometime after dawn. Mark was standing over me with his cock
in my mouth. I didn’t even need to touch myself this time. I came
without even handling my own cock; without even thinking about it.
That’s how much the man turned me on!
Mark and I fooled around a few more times over the next year or
so. Eventually, he moved to another city to accept a job offer. I missed
his fur, his big body, and of course, his beautiful cock.
Ironically, although I’ve had a few partners over the years, none of
them looked like Mark, Mr. Llewelyn, or my TV idols, Dan Blocker
and Rod Taylor. I still get boned up over them, even though I am
quickly approaching “The Big 6-0”. Sometimes, I get long looks from
younger guys who appreciate a mature man. When that happens, I
remember lying on my hardening dick in the middle of the family
room floor, watching Dan and Rod on television, having masturbation races with my buddies, and my first cum shot. But most of all, I
remember the two men who satisfied my curiosity about older guys
and who let me suck their cocks to my heart’s delight.
I Didn’t See Nothin’
“I didn’t see nothin’,” I heard Dad tell Mom when she asked him
if he’d seen me.
“That’s odd,” she said. “I swore Dexter told me he was going over
to Jason’s. And I know he told me he’d be back an hour ago! Where
is that boy!” Jason was my uncle, and yes, I had told Mom that I was
going to help Jason, and yes I was with my uncle, and yes I was 99.9%
sure Dad had seen me. Only Dad had seen something he shouldn’t
have, and he was covering for me.
I was with Uncle Jason much longer than I planned to be. I was just
about to leave my uncle’s place when I saw Dad’s truck pulling down
the road. Mom must have sent him out to look for me. I knew I was
late, and I tore through the back alleys, managing to dash home just
as Dad was parking his truck in the garage.
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Knowing I was in trouble, I snuck into the house, only to hear
Mom interrogating Dad on my whereabouts. I breathed a sigh of
relief when I heard Dad say, “I didn’t see nothin’.” He could have
said something far different.
“I’m home!” I yelled.
“Where the hell were you!” Mom yelled back from the kitchen.
Knowing that Dad wasn’t going to tattle on me was all I needed to
endure the enhanced interrogation I got from Mom as to where I was
and why I was so late.
By supper time, Mom had calmed down and we were able to have
a normal family supper. After supper, I helped Dad do the dishes. I
wondered how much he saw of me and Uncle Jason. What all did
Dad know? And if he did see what Jason and I were doing, why did
he lie to Mom?
I wanted to ask Dad, but Mom was in the living room reading, and
with her radar ears, I knew she could hear everything we said.
“You have homework, Dexter?” Dad asked when we were done
with the dishes.
“Yeah, tons,” I moaned.
“You wouldn’t have tons of homework left if you got home on time!”
Mom piped up from the living room.
Dad tousled my hair and motioned for me to go to my room.
I tried to study, but after the way Jason had manhandled me that
afternoon, it was hard to concentrate. My butt hole was still sore from
the workout he gave me.
Mom didn’t like Uncle Jason. She called him Satan’s spawn. He’d
never married, never settled down, never did anything that she
approved of, and that was all right with me.
I finished my calculus problems and studied history for a while
before calling it quits. I was too wound up to study any more. I stripped
naked and stretched out on my bed to do what I really wanted to do.
I’d been beating off every day since Uncle Jason showed me how
to milk the happy juice out of my pecker. There was no one like him.
It all started when he started measuring my pecker. He had a special
paddle that he had me stretch my dick against. Every few months he
marked two lines: a black line for how long my dick was soft, and a
red line for how long my dick was hard. Uncle Jason also had lines
on the paddle for his dick and he let me measure him, too. Of course,
his dick was always the same length.
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“Someday you’ll catch up to me, Dex,” he said often.
Years ago I wouldn’t have been so sure, but as my lines crept closer
and closer to his, I began to believe him.
After he showed me how to milk my cock, he let me practice at his
place whenever I wanted. He’d whip out his creamer and give me
pointers, and he even let me try to pump a load out of his cock. I loved
touching him so much that he had me graduate from just hand-jobbing
him to giving him blow jobs. Once I got real good at vacuuming the
good stuff right out of his cock, it was time to graduate again.
It was that afternoon when he gave me my first lesson in ultimate
male bonding.
I wasn’t planning on going over to Uncle Jason’s, but when I got home
and Mom had a stack of chores ready for me, I told her I’d promised
Uncle Jason that I’d mow his lawn. She scowled at me but let me go
when I swore to her that I’d be home by six.
“Hey, what’s up, Dex?” Uncle Jason said when I showed up at his
place. He was in the backyard, trimming some bushes.
“I just had to get out of the house. You know Mom,” I said, rolling
my eyes.
Jason nodded his head and laughed. “Your mother is quite the piece
of work,” he said with a grin.
His shirt was open, and the sight of his sweaty, hairy chest made me
throw a hard rod inside my jeans. When I got up close to him, Jason
slapped his hand into my crotch and growled, “You need Dr. Feelgood
to take care of this?”
I smiled and nodded.
“I’ll do that, if you do something for me, Dex,” he said in a deep voice.
“What’s that, Uncle?” I asked.
“I’ll show you,” he said.
I was expecting him to take us inside, and was shocked when he
yanked down my jeans right there in his backyard. We’d fooled around
on his back porch before, but never out in the open. The soft, warm
air felt good flowing against my bare butt.
Jason pushed me up against a tree, then fondled my smooth ass for
a while before pushing down his jeans.
“You’ve got a real pretty butt, boy,” he moaned.
I didn’t picture my ass as being something pretty, but I had to
admit that I liked looking at Uncle Jason’s ass when we were naked.
And I loved the way he touched my butt cheeks and the way he ran
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his fingers in and out of my butt crack. When he touched my hole, it
made me tingle all over.
“You give good hand jobs and perfect head, Dex,” Uncle Jason said.
“Now you’re going to learn how to fuck like a man.”
I liked the sound of that. His fingers were toying with my hole and
making my dick drip.
Uncle Jason wet his fingers and got my hole slick. He started poking
his fingers into me, making me yelp. It felt odd, but very exciting.
He pulled his fingers out of my hole and shoved his big dickhead
up against my well lubricated hole.
“This is what man fucking is like, Dex,” he moaned as he strained
to shove his dick into me.
“You … are you … are you going to put it inside?” I whimpered. I
could feel his dickhead banging up against my hole. It was clammed
shut tight, but the more Uncle Jason shoved his cock against it, the
more my hole began to stretch, until out of the blue it sprung open
and his cock just melted inside.
“Fuck, yeah,” Uncle Jason moaned. “It’s inside already, boy. Feel it?
Feel my big cock filling you up?”
“Aaaahh!” was all I could gasp. I sure felt it. It burned. It felt like he
was ripping me apart. He worked half his boner inside me and then
just held it, making my hole melt around his cock.
“Deeper,” I moaned when it started to feel real good. “You can go
deeper.”
“You sure?” Uncle Jason sighed.
I nodded and he thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock in all the way.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Uncle Jason moaned. “Just like I like ’em.”
I was already on the verge of firing cum bullets. An odd, full sensation engulfed me. His cock was in so deep it was pressing against my
prostate. It was throbbing way up inside me, making my prostate pulse.
“Not bad for a virgin,” Uncle Jason moaned. He reached between
my legs and felt the stream of precum flowing out of my dick. “Yeah,
and you’re loving getting fucked, too. I thought you would.”
He pulled out, making me tremble. When he thrust forward, ramming
his cock all the way inside, I thought I was going to die. I knew at that
moment that I was going to be needing these man fucks a lot.
Uncle Jason kept me on the edge of cumming for a long time. He
knew just when to stop fucking to keep me from boiling over. If I played
with my dick too much, he slapped my hand away.
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“You can cum when I’m ready, boy,” he growled. “We’re in this
together. We’re cumming at the same time.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I’d never called him “sir” before.
He had me too much in a daze to worry about getting home by six.
He could have fucked me all night long for all I cared. But my ass
contractions were milking him and setting his boys on fire. His fucking
intensified, and when he stopped slapping my hand away from my
cock, I went for it. I pumped my dick until it was too late. My orgasm
had started and nothing was going to stop it. I cried and sniveled. My
muscles shook. My cum wads tore through me.
Uncle Jason tensed. He let out a gasp of air. Just as my cum ejected
out of my dick, he flooded my ass with his sticky jizm. We were locked
together like a dog fucking a bitch. His cock pulsed madly inside me,
releasing volley after volley of cum.
When he eventually pulled out of me, he slapped my ass and then
shoved a finger into my hole to feel his cum inside me.
“So that’s what fucking feels like, Dex,” he said. “Think you can
handle it?”
“Yeah, I can handle it,” I wheezed.
“Good,” he said. “We’ll practice it until you’re real good at it.”
I liked the sound of that. I turned around to see my uncle’s cumsoaked cock dangling in front of him. I was ready for another practice
session, but when I realized how late it was, I knew I had to get home.
Lying naked on my bed, reliving my first fuck, my dick was rock
hard in my hand. I was planning on cumming at least twice. Fast at
first, and then taking as long as I could for my second blast.
That’s when I heard Dad knocking on my door. I slid underneath
my sheets and called out, “Come in.”
Dad opened my door, stepped into my room, and closed the door
behind him. “You in bed already?”
I smiled. “Sort of,” I said. Dad saw that I was holding a raging
hardon under the sheets and nodded.
“You need me to go?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Thanks, Dad,” I said. “You know, for not telling
Mom anything.”
Dad laughed. “The woman would never understand. No point filling
her mind with stuff she can’t comprehend.”
“Is it OK to lie like that, Dad?” I asked.
“I didn’t lie,” he said.
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“But you told Mom, ‘I didn’t see nothin’.’”
Dad grinned. “Think about it, Dexter. ‘I didn’t see nothin’’ actually
means that I saw something. Only no one hears it that way.”
Dad’s explanation made me laugh.
“Did it feel good, Dexter?” he asked.
“What?” I said.
“What my younger brother did to you,” Dad explained.
My face turned red. “How much did you see, Dad?”
“A lot, son,” Dad said.
“Yeah, it felt good,” I told him.
“It can be fun, huh, fooling around with another guy,” Dad said.
“You sure came a lot,” he added with a chuckle. “That’s a good sign
you’re having fun.”
Dad’s words surprised me. He sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Do you like to fool around with guys, Dad?” I asked.
“Oh, sometimes,” he said. “It’s a different kind of fun. Guys can give
each other pleasure that women can’t.”
“What if … what if I never want to do it with a woman, Dad?” I asked.
“That’s OK, son,” Dad said. “You just do what makes you feel good,
Dexter,” he told me. “It doesn’t matter. Life’s too short to worry if what
you’re doing is right or wrong. You just need to be true to yourself and
do what makes you feel good.”
I lay there quietly for a moment before asking, “Dad, do you mind
if I … ah … if I beat off?”
“You want me to watch?” he asked.
I nodded. Dad nodded back.
I pulled back my sheets and showed him my hard cock. Dad watched
intensely as I beat off for him. When I got close to cumming, he moved
his hand up between my thighs to feel my nutsac. A second before I
came, he placed his lips on my dickhead. I let out a muffled cry and
filled his mouth with cum. It felt so good cumming inside his mouth.
Dad swallowed my load and kept his lips on my dick until he’d sucked
up my last drop of pearly cum.
“Good night, son,” he said, lifting his head off my dick and giving
me a wonderful smile.
“Good night, Dad,” I said. I felt so lucky I had such an understanding
dad.
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Hairless Hole by Johnny White
I ran my hand up and down my asscrack. I had just finished shaving
it, and now I was completely smooth all over. Daddy was going to be
home from a week-long business trip soon, and as I surprise for him,
I shaved off all my body hair.
I had done it a few times before, and it always turned him on like
crazy. I didn’t do it all the time, because frankly, it was a pain, it took
forever to do, and it was really itchy when it started to grow back –
especially in my groin and my asscrack. But I missed my daddy while
he was away, and I wanted to do something especially nice for him.
Something to say “Welcome home”. Something that would turn him
on and get his cock rock hard so he could give me one of those savage
fucks of his I had been missing all week.
I finished up by applying lotion all over my body to accentuate
the smoothness, then I pulled on a skimpy pair of briefs. That’s all I
planned to wear, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have them on very long.
It seemed like hours, but it was probably less than thirty minutes
later that I heard his key in the lock. I had been semi-hard all day,
but when I heard the lock turning and I knew that Daddy was home,
my boy dick stood all the way up in my briefs and started leaking
droplets of precum, making an almost transparent spot right at the
tip of my cock.
I was lying face down on the couch when he came into the living
room. He immediately saw what I had done for him. I heard his brief
case and luggage hit the floor, and then next thing I knew, he was
on the couch beside me, pushing his big hand down the back of my
underwear.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he said. “It’s so smooth. Did you do that for me?”
Looking over my shoulder and giving him a slight smile, I nodded.
His hand fished lower and felt my smooth balls. Then he ran his
hand up over my crotch and realized I was completely smooth for him.
“Yeah, you know what Daddy likes, don’t you?” he growled.
He jumped up off the couch, and before I knew it, he had taken off
his suit and was stripped down to his striped businessman’s boxers.
He sat back down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, facing him
and straddling his thighs. My dick was straining against the cotton
of my briefs, and I could see the fat sausage of his cock lying across
his left thigh.
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One of the best things about shaving my body was the contrast it
provided to Daddy’s furry pelt. He was covered in soft, dark hair all
over his chest, stomach, arms and legs. I loved rubbing my hairless
body up against him. It made me really feel like his boy.
Holding me on his lap, he again slipped his hand down the back
of my underwear. This time he used his index finger to toy with my
smooth, hairless hole. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled in my ear. “You
gonna be Daddy’s smooth little boy tonight? You gonna be a hairless
little pussy boy for your old man?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “I shaved it just for you, Daddy. Just so you
would have a nice smooth boy cunt to fuck.”
“Hmm … my boy’s got a filthy mouth on him tonight. You know
what happens to bad boys, don’t you?”
I did. And sure enough, I was soon lying across his lap. He had
slowly peeled my briefs down below my asscheeks and was getting
ready to give me a spanking. I loved it when he warmed my butt up
before he fucked it.
Daddy was only able to give me a few swats before he got turned
on by my smooth ass again. Soon my spanking had turned into a nice,
slow finger fuck. Daddy stuck his middle finger in my mouth and
had me suck it to get it nice and wet. Then I felt it pushing against
my hairless opening.
“Such a pretty hole,” he said as he slid his finger all the way up inside
me. I let out a grunt. Not because of any pain or effort, but more in
satisfaction at finally having Daddy inside of me again.
I could feel his fat cock getting harder and harder underneath me.
Slowly, I started moving my head down toward his crotch. I could
see the slimy spot on his boxers where his cockhead had started to
leak. As Daddy continued to finger my boy hole, I fished his big rod
out of the fly of his boxers and started licking his cockhead. Daddy
groaned. I opened my mouth and took more of him inside. As he kept
working my butt hole with his finger, I slowly took more and more
of his cock into my mouth. Finally, I had his big cockhead lodged in
my throat. My nose was planted in his thick, dark pubic bush, and
I could smell manly traces of sweat, piss, and precum. It was what
my daddy’s crotch always smelled like, and it always turned me on.
I held his cock in my throat for a few moments before I started
moving my head up and down. As the head slid in and out of my
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throat, I could tell from his breathing that Daddy was getting more
and more excited. He pulled his finger out of my hole long enough
rewet it and a second one before sliding both of them back into me.
He was stretching me open, getting me ready for his big cock.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned again. “You’re making Daddy feel so good.
You gonna be a good boy for Daddy tonight? You gonna give me your
tight, little pussy?”
I pulled my head off his cock long enough to say, “Yes, Daddy. I
want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my pussy hard.”
Again, he pulled his fingers out of my asshole, but this time he wet
three of them, then pushed all three inside me. I moaned as I felt my
hairless hole stretching wider and wider.
“Oh, God! What a hot hole. What a hot, fuckin’ fuck hole! You about
ready for Daddy’s big cock, baby?”
I pulled my mouth off his dick and sat back on the couch. Pushing
me into the corner, Daddy lifted my legs up and thrust his face between
my smooth asscheeks. I could feel his hot breath against me as he
sighed, “Before I fuck you, I’ve gotta eat some of this bald boy pussy.”
Then I felt the hot wetness of his tongue against my pink pucker.
When he started eating out my asshole, I knew that was all the lube
I was going to get. I was so horny for Daddy’s cock, though, I knew
I wouldn’t needed anything else. It always drove me crazy when he
ate my hole. I didn’t just get hot and wet when he did it, I also relaxed
and opened up.
Daddy was licking and chewing on my hole, and from time to time,
he drove the tip of his tongue up inside me. I started grinding my butt
against his face. I reached down and spread my cheeks wider for him.
I wanted his cock. I needed his cock.
“My boy’s gettin’ pretty hot,” Daddy said in a low growl. “You ready
for some cock? You ready for some of Daddy’s big cock in you tight
little hole.”
“Yes, please, Daddy!” I cried. “Please, fuck my boy pussy!”
He repositioned me on the couch so that my hole was spread wide
open and was easy for him to access. He lifted my feet up and placed
one on each of his muscular shoulders. I loved looking up at his hairy
chest between my legs. My own dick was super hard and leaking like
a faucet. Daddy leaned into me and started rubbing his wet cockhead
against my hairless hole.
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“Is this what you want, baby,” he teased. “Do you want Daddy to
put his big cock up your tight, little boy hole and fuck you like the
pussy boy you are?”
I stuck my lower lip out and pouted as I nodded. “Please, Daddy.
Please put it in me,” I begged him.
He leaned forward a little bit and I felt his thick cockhead pop past
my sphincter. I gasped.
“Did that hurt, baby? You want Daddy to pull out?”
“No!” I groaned. “Put it all in! Fuck me!”
He leaned in a little further and I felt another few inches of his shaft
slide up my ass. “Are you sure you want the whole thing, baby? It’s
pretty big,” he teased.
But he didn’t wait for an answer this time. He pushed the rest of
his cock up my butt, and for a moment he just held it there. Maybe it
was because I had been without it for a week, but it felt harder and
fatter than it had ever been. My ass muscles went crazy on it, flexing
and chewing his hard, thick shaft.
“Oh, yeah. I can tell my boy likes that. Nurse on that dick with your
butt hole. Work that hairless little pussy on my daddy cock!”
He started thrusting, and I continued to work my ass muscles up
and down his shaft. It felt so good. I loved being full of his cock and
feeling his furry stomach rubbing against my smooth dick and boy balls.
Pulling my ass further into his crotch, Daddy’s thrusts picked up
speed. He was sweating on top of me as he pounded into my hole. It
felt just as good as I had hoped it would. I could feel the cum boiling
up in my balls, and I knew he was getting close, too.
“Oh, Daddy,” I begged. “Fuck me! Fuck my little pussy hole!”
That was all he needed to set him off. He slammed deep inside me
and froze. As I looked up into his face, he grimaced and then let out
a roar. His cock jerked and jumped inside my ass as he pumped me
full of his load.
When I felt his cum starting to spill into me, I lost all control and
shot, too, covering his belly and my own with my spunk. We stayed
frozen in position for a few moments, then Daddy slowly moved away
from me, his softening cock sliding out of my butt with a wet, slurping
sound. The whole house seemed to reek of sweat and cum and male sex.
As Daddy slowly lowered my legs and I felt his cum began to leak
out of me, I was glad he was home. And I knew that before long, he’d
be ready for a second round in my hairless hole.
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