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Daddy Boy Stories Starting our 20th year! www.hjmag.com Thank you for ordering Handjobs Magazine. We enjoy having you as a reader. We enjoy producing Handjobs for  you, but the only way way we we can continue to publish publish Handjobs is to have customers like you who purchase Handjobs. To keep Handjobs alive, please do not n ot pirate this t his magazine. magazi ne.  When you copy or share this digital magazine you are not only violating copyright laws, you are also helping to destroy this magazine. It takes a lot of of time, effort, and financing f inancing to produce Handjobs. Without income from the sale of this magazine, we will not be able to produce this magazine  which you enjoy enjoy.. Thank you for ordering Handjobs Magazine. We enjoy having you as a reader. We enjoy producing Handjobs for  you, but the only way way we we can continue to publish publish Handjobs is to have customers like you who purchase Handjobs. To keep Handjobs alive, please do not n ot pirate this t his magazine. magazi ne.  When you copy or share this digital magazine you are not only violating copyright laws, you are also helping to destroy this magazine. It takes a lot of of time, effort, and financing f inancing to produce Handjobs. Without income from the sale of this magazine, we will not be able to produce this magazine  which you enjoy enjoy..  You must be 18 or older ol der (21 in some states) to purchase this magazine. Handjobs April 2010 Letters Sweaty Day by Rolando Mérida Durango Boots by M. Theodore My Sleep Over by Joseph Pimping for My Dad by Damien van Zandt  London, 21 July 2005 by Bull Waters Neal ’n’ Unk by Lord Iron Starting Star ting our 20th Year! Dad’s Bedtime Tales 11 Love Lessons part 2 by Bruno B.  At My Uncle’s Ranch R anch by CBJ Last Vacation with the Folks by Cal Ritchie Streaking by Alan Terry My First Time by Bobbi Pumping with Grandpa by Jimmy Pierce Perso ersonal nal Ad Adss Handjobs Order Form 4 7 14 19 25 30 35 42 44 46 51 53 60 65 68 74 81 Copyright © 2010 2010 by Avenue Services, Inc. All rights reserved. No par t of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the publisher, Avenue Services, Inc., a gay-owned and operated business. Published by Avenue Services, Inc., PO Box 2000, Bow, WA 98232-2000. Handjobs is a trademark of Avenue Services, Inc. Safe and sane sexual behavior is encouraged by the publisher. The publisher, editor and contributors to Handjobs cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that results from proper or improper application of information imparted or ideas generated by material in Handjobs. Handjobs is designed to be used only as an aid for masturbation. Any similarity between people and places in the fiction in Handjobs and any real people and places is purely coincidental. No responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited material. All rights in letters sent to Handjobs will be treated unconditionally assigned for publication and copyright purposes and are subject to Handjobs’ right to edit and comment upon editorially. Printed in the US. Despite the terms such as “boy”, “kid” or “son”, all characters in the fiction f iction of Handjobs are 18 years of age or older. It may be against the law to have sexual intercourse with people under the age of 18, but we do print memoirs of men talking about their own boyhood experiences.  This magazine is in compliance with the so-called “Child Protection Act of 1995”. 1995”. Letters Dear Handjobs: Readers send in photos; why not a drawing to share? Handjobs is improving – more diverse. • NY  Dear Handjobs: Hey guys, as always a great job on the magazine. Thanks for keeping it up. • Roger, MI Dear Handjobs: This is the first time I have written or commented, but the recent issue has prompted me to contact you all. First, let me thank you for providing a wonderful monthly magazine! I enjoy most of the stories and artwork. I have been a subscriber for quite a while and want to t o also compliment  you  yo u on yo your ur web website site,, the abi abilit lity y to rec receiv eivee the issu issues es via PDF do downl wnload oad and the My Issues section which allows me to download any of the t he past issues from my online subscriptions or purchases. The reason I am contacting you is to express my dismay to find another  Video Review   in the February 2010  issue. This is the second time I can c an recall you have done a  Video Review  and  and I find it a waste of valuable space. I also seem to remember a few letters from subscribers expressing their upset also. I understand there may be stories from time to time I am not quite “interested” in, but I attribute it to your varied customer base and do not complain about those, but I do not subscribe to your magazine to read Video Reviews  and would appreciate it if you not add any more to the future issues. I thank you again for a mostly wonderful magazine and am about to renew my two year online subscription for a third time. • Richard, FL Handjobs Reply: Thanks for your letter. We are always interested in feedback from our readers. The Video Reviews are not intended to be a regular feature in Handjobs. We often get calls from readers throughout the year asking if we sell videos or know of anyone that sells videos with the Handjobs theme. When we do come across a 4 • Letters  video that we think our readers would enjoy, the  Video Review  is a  way for us to let them know about it. Dear Handjobs: You guys are the best. I still love sucking cock and fucking through a glory hole. I used to work for a phone company in Southern California and I spent hours at the local book store on my knees sucking cock and also fucking ass. I was in the book store one day and this blond stud I had seen around came in. He was built and hairy. I would have done anything he wanted including sucking his cock or eating his ass. He took me by the hand into a booth and said, “I’m going to suck your cock, and then you are going to fuck me.” He said he’d been watching me for a few years and always wanted to get  with me, but he had a partner who would be jealous, so he was glad he ran into me in the bookstore. We eventually met two more times  where I sucked him, he sucked me, and then I would fuck his sweet ass. Thank God for memories. • Steve, AZ Dear Handjobs: As always your stuff is the best. The artists are fantastic. Bruno B. must be your latest find. Good for the big guys, especially those who attract the slim muscular types – yours truly. I have been collecting the monthly Handjobs since 1998. Over the  years I have filled in the gaps. It’s good to still have a publication of the right words and pictures enough to get the balls churning and rolling, get my big dick knob good and slick, wet with goop and ready to shoot thick cream. You guys get the job done – in less than twenty minutes. Keep going. Don’t stop. • Tony, MA  Dear Handjobs: Keep it up, all you HJ guys. You’re doing a marvelous  job!! • Leonard, CA  Dear Handjobs: Thank you for your beautiful stories. I always hope to find new dad/son stories, and I always hope to find stories by Josman. I will be a customer of yours for all my life. Thank you  very much, best wishes from Italy. • Angelo, Italy Dear Handjobs: It was good to see  Josman return – even though a bit brief. • William, MA  Dear Handjobs: Best damn magazine ever. Brings back memories of what I did as a teen. • William, MA  Letters • 5 Dear Handjobs: I am not permitted to receive Handjobs. My “Uncle” Tony, with whom I live, has become something of a jealous uncle. He even went as far as to disconnect my phone! Anyway, I’ve been able to read the hot stories. I really get off when I see my stories in print! That’s more than enough reward! And as you know, I love to write about my sex life, especially the “rough” kind. Hope to see my stories in print. By the way, my last ad got about a dozen replies and several in-person encounters. Fellers, I would like more letters. Keep up the good work. • Robert, CA  Handjobs Reply: Look for your story, My First Time on page 65 of this issue. Dear Handjobs: I like stories with and without drawings. I like professional illustrations and graffiti type doodling, too. Maybe  you could make a section for readers’ sketches based on the  Video Review  pics, in part or in “hole”, and such. I like to see cocks, asses, faces and full drawings (cartoonish and realistic). I was started off sucking cock at six by a five year old friend who I have every reason to think learned from his dad. My mom caught us that first time because we hadn’t even shut my bedroom door! My dad scolded me when he got home from work. Both my parents caught me with other boys again and again. I started sucking full grown men at a mall men’s room at thirteen years old, and by fifteen, I had men from a low rent hotel lining up to be sucked by me whenever word  went around that I was sucking cocks at the bus station across the street. Because of uvula/throat swellings that put me in the hospital ICU, I had surgery called UPPP with tonsillectomy to open the rear of my mouth like a cave. When I tense my throat it looks like a slot/ cunt. What’s left of my uvula still swells and shows sometimes. •  Anthony, MA  Dear Handjobs: Giving you a hand on the awesome job your magazine does servicing me. Thanks. • Nick, CA  Dear Handjobs: Love the mag. Great as always. • Jack, IN Dear Handjobs: I love Handjobs. They get me off every night. I do have stories that I could tell, but I do am not able to write them all out. I wish you guys could write them. • Karl, IA  6 • Letters Sweaty Day • 7 I rented a true work of porn fiction yesterday! Couldn’t stop laughing!  Ayer renté un vídeo porno de ciencia ficción. ¡No podía dejar de reír!  A black man with a ten-inch tool! ¡Un negro con un pene de 25 cms! How dumb do they think I am? ¿Creen que soy tonto? I mean, come on! Imagine for a second it’s true… HA, HA! Of course it was a prosthesis or something! O sea, ¡Vamos! Imagínate que fuese cierto… ¡JA, JA! ¡Claro que era una prótesis o algo! Hey! ¡Oigan! I’m a hairy slut and I swear I’d suck a ten-inch cock if such thing exists! ¡Soy un puto peludo y juro que chuparía un pene de 25 cms si tal cosa existiera! Ha, ha! And I bet my hairy asshole as well! ¡Ja, ja! ¡Y apuesto mi peludo culo también! Maybe that’s why he’s h e’s No way! How could  you…? Look… a porn star… ¡Claro que no! ¿Cómo Quizá por eso él es puedes…? Mira… estrella porno… 8 • Sweaty Day  Excuse me… Disculpa…  You really mean that, don’t you?  You Lo dices en serio, ¿verdad? Oh, no, Bro! I’m joking! I didn’t mean to…! ¡Oh, no, mano! ¡Bromeo! No quise ofen… No offense. But out of curiosity… take this tape measure, please. No es ofensa. Pero por curiosidad… sostén esto, por favor. Got to go, bye! ¡Me voy, adiós!  Again, I was  joking! I…  Te digo que estaba brom…  Ah… Believe it or not, I’ve never measured this thing! ¡Aunque no lo creas, nunca me he medido esta cosa! Sweaty Day • 9 Oh, you want to grab it! Oh, ¡quieres agarrarla!  Jesus Christ… This fucking thing is real… fat… long… warm…  Jesucristo… Esta chingadera es de verdad… gorda… larga… caliente… Hey it likes  you! Now let’s measure it! ¡Oye, le gustas!  Ahora midámosla. Come on, it doesn’t bite… yet!  Vamos,  Vam os, no muerde… todavía! How long is it? ¿Cuánto mide?  Anyway, someone  Anyway, promised something… ¡Como sea! Alguien prometió algo… No… I can’t… Please don’t… No, no puedo… Por favor… F-fuck… Eleven… inches… C-carajo… 28… cms… 10 • Sweaty Day  Really? I always thought it was twelve! ¿En serio? ¡Siempre pensé que eran 12!  You  You prooomised! ¡Lo prometiiiiste! I won’t tell, I promise you that! ¡No diré nada! ¡Te lo prometo! Well, how shy you are! ¡Bueno, qué timidez! Why lick just the tip…? ¿Por qué lamer la puntita…? …when you can have the whole thing! …¡cuando puedes tenerla toda!  That’s it! ¡Así! Gah… Uhhh… Sweaty Day • 11 Sorry,  you suck at sucking! Lo siento, ¡no sabes mamar! OK, next! Your hairy asshole! ¡Lo que sigue, pues! ¡Tu peludo ojete!  Yeah… It’s so sweaty and lubing itself! ¡Está bien sudoroso y lubricando solito! HEY, DON’T…!!! ¡OYE, NO…! 12 • Sweaty Day  OH MY GOD!  Are you crazy??  You think you’re gonna fuck me with…? ¡DIOS MÍO! ¿Estás loco?? ¿Crees que vas a cogerme con…? Fuck yeah… My 11 inches up your ass, fucker! ¡Qué rico! ¡Mis 28 cm en tu culo, cabrón! Rick, I thought you rented “Big-Breasted Chicks In Heat”… What the fuck was that? Rick, pensé que rentaste “Chicas  Tetonas En Celo”… ¿Qué carajos fue eso que vimos? I did. Somehow we got the wrong dvd… Now I think  your sweat smells so good, cousin Eso hice. Parece que me dieron otro dvd… Ahora creo que tu sudor huele rico, primo.  Yours too. El tuyo también. Let’s fuck. Cojamos. Sweaty Day • 13 Durango Boots by M. Theodore One spring morning I was walking down Broadway, and as I was fumbling through my pockets for my Metro Card, I accidentally bumped into someone. “Whoa, boy! What’s the rush?” He didn’t sound like a typical New  Yorker; there was a detectable southern twang to his voice. Sometimes it’s a wonder how I survive the city and not get run over by cars or by the always-in-a-hurry New York crowds. Totally flabbergasted, I looked up to see who it was I had so clumsily smashed into. The first thing I saw of the man was his dark brown leather Durango boots. He wore a pair of old-fashioned jeans that seemed pretty worn and clung tightly to a pair of thick, muscular thighs. Next I noticed his white cotton shirt. It, too, had seen better days, and even though the shirt was unbuttoned a third of the way down his torso, clearly revealing his salt-n-pepper chest hair, it still seemed to be stretched tightly across his pecs. He had to enormously round pecs, and his nipples seemed to pierce the fabric. Finally, I got to his face. It was covered with silver stubble, and instead of the expected cowboy hat, he wore a black “NYC” cap. Then I saw his deep, ice-blue eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled feebly. “I guess I wasn’t looking. Sorry.” “On my way to work,” I added, holding up my Metro Card as some sort of evidence to my daydreaming behavior. I walked towards the entrance of the subway, and just before entering, I looked back. But the stranger was already gone. During the entire day at the office I couldn’t concentrate. The image of the southern stranger in Durango boots wouldn’t leave me: his tight jeans, his big muscular chest, and his unshaven face.  And even his scent seemed to linger on. At lunch break I waited for everyone to leave before I went to the men’s room, locked the cubicle and jerked off vigorously. All the time I was thinking of that stranger. My thoughts had made me super horny, and in a matter of seconds, I shot thick loads of cum. Some of it hit the cubicle’s door, and some landed on my tie and shirt. It’s a good thing I always have an extra shirt and tie in my briefcase.  At the end of the day, I got back on the subway for the long ride back home. As evening approached, I finally climbed up the stairs of my subway station to the street. There he was! I immediately noticed the Durango boots stranger sitting on a bench, as if he was waiting for me. 14 • Durango Boots  Maybe if I’m quick enough he won’t notice me, I thought. But he was looking straight at me. My apartment was just two blocks away. As I passed by him, I noticed he was getting up. My heart pounded loudly in my ears. Do I want him to follow me? I never pick up strangers  like this!  was the worried thought that raced through my feverish mind. But my dick seemed to have different ideas, indeed! Suddenly I was aware of my rock hard cock and of the quite notable bulge in my pants. I looked over my shoulder. He was def initely waiting for a sign. I nodded and started walking. “Watch were you’re going, you idiot!” a cab driver hollered at me as he screeched his taxi to a deadly halt. At the same time a firm hand  yanked me back onto the sidewalk. “You’re a downright menace to yerself, ain’t ya?” It was the southern twang I’d heard earlier that morning. “Yeah …” I gasped. “Sometimes I wonder.” And we both burst into loud laughter. He was still wearing the same clothes from the morning, even though it was much colder by now, and as we climbed up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, my nostrils filled with a heavy scent of his body. The instant I closed the door, we were kissing madly. He was six feet tall and had a very firm body: 200 pounds of tight muscles. He forced his thick tongue into my mouth. The heavy scent of his sweat filled the room as we sucked on each other’s tongue. I felt spit running down the edge of my lips. We rapidly tore off our clothes as I led him down the hall. By the time we reached my bedroom, I was naked and my cock was standing at full attention. Precum was oozing down my shaft. I sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of me and slowly peeled off his tight jeans. He didn’t wear any underwear, so his cock flung free, straight into my face. He had a thick, veiny rod, and even though he wasn’t fully erect, it was big! I opened my mouth  wide and swallowed his cock. “Ohhh, Yeah!” he moaned deeply. “It’s been a long time, son.” Inch by inch I swallowed his meat. It seemed endless. Finally I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I opened my eyes. I didn’t even have the whole thing in my mouth! “Let me help you, sonny,” he groaned, pushing his hard cock deeper. I almost choked, but it tasted so good! Durango Boots • 15 “Suck my dick, boy,” he grunted as he started sliding his huge cock in and out of my watering mouth. “OHHH, yeah! Suck my cock!” He held my head with both hands and pumped my mouth relentlessly, his balls slapped against my lips, and I finally got my first taste of his precum. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned around. His jeans had dropped around his ankles, and he was still  wearing his Durango boots. Now his big muscular butt was facing me, and before I knew it, he bent over and spread his legs wide. His tight hole was right in front of my eyes. His ass hair had been trimmed recently, so there was only a short stubble surrounding his anus. The smell was intoxicating and I plunged in. “OOOOH! Lick that hole! OOOH YEAH!” he moaned deeply. I grabbed his big glutes, pressed my lips to his hole and pushed forward with my tongue as hard as I could. “OOOOOOHHHH! FUCK YEAH!” he was groaning loudly as my tongue broke into his ass. I pried his cheeks as wide as I could, pushing my tongue even deeper. He tasted so good, that I just had to bury my face between his muscular asscheeks. “AAAAAAHHH!” he quivered with ecstasy, “That’s it, son! You’re gonna get it, now.” And before I could grasp what was happening, the stranger pinned me down on the bed. He caught me by the legs and hoisted them up. Spreading them widely apart, he positioned himself at my asshole. He spat a large thick gob onto his cockhead, aimed at my hole and pushed. “AARGHHHH!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as his cockhead speared my hole. “Do you want me to fuck you, son?” he asked softly. I was breathless from the initial piercing of my ass, and couldn’t answer him. “Do you want me to fuck you, boy?” he repeated in a more commanding tone. I panted heavily. I desperately wanted him to fuck me; to rip me apart for all I cared. But I couldn’t say it out loud. “I’m gonna fuck you anyway, son, and I know you’ve been waiting the entire day for this, right?” “Fuck me,” I whispered. And at that moment he drove his entire cock up my ass! 16 • Durango Boots “AAAAAAAAAAARGHHH!” I yelled as his crotch hit my plundered ass. “OOHH YEAH! Fuck! Spread your ass wider!” he shouted with delight. “FUCK ME, SIR! FUCK MY ASS HARD! FUCK ME DEEPER! FUCK ME!” I suddenly lost control and yelled with pleasure like never before. The stranger fucked me harder and harder. Our bodies  were slick with sweat, and they slapped loudly against one another. My muscles ached as he continued to drill my asshole. I could feel his muscles tighten with every stroke of his pelvis. Suddenly he quickened the pace, slamming his cock like a wild boar. “GONNA CUM! OH YEAH! OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” and  with one final slam he shot load after load. His entire body trembled  with each gush of cum that he disposed of in my ass.  As the waves of cum subsided, he leaned forward, and while most of his still hard cock was inside me, he opened his mouth and swallowed my throbbing dick. “OOOOOOOOOOOH!” I moaned deeply as I shot my juice straight into his mouth. The stranger drank every drop of my cum. § § § Late at night I woke up. My head felt dizzy and the bed was empty. For a moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream, but as I walked into the kitchen, I saw him. He was wearing a pair of my worn and quite torn boxer shorts and was drinking some of the whiskey I always keep on the kitchen counter. The pale moonlight shone on his strong body. I poured myself some whiskey, we saluted each other with our glasses, and finally I said, “I’m Theo.” I paused and then added “Well, everybody calls me Theo for short, but actually, I’m Daniel M. Theodore.”  We both laughed for a second and then he said, “I’m Douglas.” He paused and then unexpectedly added “Douglas M. Theodore,” and  winked. I gasped and almost dropped my glass of whiskey to the f loor. Was it just a coincidence? My head felt dizzy from all the thoughts and questions that crammed my brain at that split second. Durango Boots • 17  When I was just a boy my dad told me the story about his brother. Dad had a fraternal twin named Douglas. Since they were orphans, they always stayed with foster families. But some stupid, unexplainable bureaucratic error led them to be split up at a very young age. They lost contact and were never informed of the whereabouts of the each other. Years went by, and my father had given up on fighting red-tape and heartless clerks, and finally gave up all hope of finding his brother. When my father died, he left me the little information he knew about his brother in hope that someday I would find him. Douglas broke the silence. “I tried so hard to find your father. I know he tried to do the same.” “So …” I had so many questions but my throat clouded up with tears. “Yup, sonny, I’m your long lost uncle.” He stood up and wrapped his strong arms around me, hugging me tight. “I’m here now.” I just hugged my uncle tight and pressed my face into his big chest. My tears streamed down his torso.  A moment or two passed in silence. And then I noticed that my uncle’s left nipple was pretty close to my lips. He had big, protruding nipples, and from the look of it, he seemed quite aroused. With one quick motion I caught his hard nipple with my teeth and bit hard. “AAARRGHHHH! FUCK YEAH!” Uncle Douglas shouted with delight. I felt his cock spring into attention. I sucked his left nipple hard and then bit the right one, cupping his muscular pecs in my hands. “OH YEAHHHHHHH!” he moaned, “I’m so glad I finally found  you, my nephew!” And with that he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me back to the bedroom. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, son,” my uncle whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait,” I said as he flung me on the bed, turned me over on my belly and spread my legs wide. I heard him pull off the underwear. “AAAAAAGHHH! FUCK! OH FUCK! OH GOD!” I yelled as a split second later, my uncle drove his cock all the way up my ass. This time he didn’t stop to ask if I wanted him to fuck me. He just did. My cock was hard as rock under my belly. My uncle was fucking me raw! “OH YEAH! What a tight ass, son!” Uncle Douglas slapped my ass as he rammed his cock hard up inside me. 18 • Durango Boots The pounding my ass was taking was really pushing me to the edge. “I’m cumming, Uncle Douglas! OOOOOOHH! FUCK YEAH!” I bred the blanket with my seed while he kept fucking me faster. “AAAAARGHH! YEAHH!” he grunted like a bull as he filled my ass for a second time with his cream. That night my uncle fucked me several times. After each time we dozed off, but the moment one of us woke up, we immediately started fucking. By the time the sun rose I lost count of how much of my uncle’s thick cream I’d swallowed or taken up my ass, and I knew there’d be a lot more to come. My Sleep Over by Joseph My cousin Ronnie was coming over to my house again for another sleep over. We’ve been doing sleep overs since we were little kids, sometimes at his house, sometimes at mine. Both our sets of parents are very religious, and we all go to the same church. What our parents don’t know is that Ronnie and me have been having sex together for some time now. It started a few years ago, when we both started high school. It started when I noticed Ronnie beating off under the sheets in the other twin bed in my room late one night. Just having someone in the same room masturbating like that got me real horny, so I had to jack my cock along with him so I could get off. One night, Ronnie was over at my place on the weekend as usual, and when the lights were out, he crept over and got into my bed. I said, “Dude! What are you doing?” And instead of an answer, he straddled my face and put his rock hard boner on my lips. “Suck it, Josh! I gotta know what a blow job feels like or I’m going to go crazy! Please, cousin, I swear I’ll return the favor ….” I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock in. Ronnie’s dick was pretty big for his age, at least it seemed that way to me. I tried my best to suck him off without making any noise to wake my parents. It didn’t take him long, and as he began to shoot his wad into my mouth, I started gulping him down. It wasn’t gross like I thought it might be; as a matter of fact, I kinda liked it.  Just as he promised, he pulled the covers off of me and slid down between my legs. He started to suck on my cock, and like him, it was the first blow job I had ever gotten. It felt so good, I came almost right away. Ronnie swallowed all of my cum, and when he finished My Sleep Over • 19 he said, “Fuck Josh, Do you know what this means? We can can have sex whenever I come over, and our parents won’t suspect a thing! I really liked it, how about you, cuz? Are you game?” I smiled at him and said I thought it was a great idea. So whenever we could, we sucked each other off, mostly late at night when he stayed over, or if I was over at his house. This went on for a few years, and we got really good at getting each other off.  As we got more experienced, we took our time and could make each other cum after lots of teasing. Then one night Ronnie started to poke his finger around my asshole. “Dude! What are you doing?” I said. Ronnie said, “Let me put my finger up your butt, and if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I thought maybe we could try fucking for a change.  You up for that, Josh?” I thought for a minute, then answered, “Sure … we can try. But if I don’t like it, you gotta stop, OK?” Ronnie then went to bathroom, got some Vaseline, and started to smear my ass with it. He lifted my legs and aimed his fat dick at my hole. He started to press in, and I told him to stop, it hurt too much. He looked really disappointed, and said, “Maybe if I go in slower, it’ll be OK …. Dude, you gotta let me try again! I hear it feels awesome  when you get into it!” I told him to try again, but go really slow. That worked out better, and before too long, he was all the way up inside me. He started to fuck, pulling out, then pushing in again. Something happened, and all of a sudden, it felt way better. He continued to fuck me with a look of bliss on his face. “Josh, this is great! Your hole is so tight and hot,  you’re gonna make me shoot!” Sure enough, he came inside me, stifling his grunts so my parents  wouldn’t hear. When he pulled out, I flipped him over on his back and did the same to him. I learned to use plenty of lube, and go in slow. My cousin finally relaxed and started to enjoy the ride. Now we had a new thing to look forward to when we got together.  We would suck on each other to get real hard, then take turns fucking. I didn’t know about Ronnie, but it was becoming my favorite thing to do. Sometimes, we’d shoot our loads while getting fucked, and that felt great as well. We were getting tons of sexual experience, and our parents never had a clue as to what we were up to. Sometimes at church, I’d catch Ronnie’s eye, and we’d smile over our little secret. 20 • My Sleep Over  One week, my parents said they had to go out of town for the following weekend. It was kind of unusual for them, but they said they  wanted to visit a different set of cousins in the next state. I would have the house all to myself, and of course I asked if Ronnie could come over and stay with me. They agreed, and it was all set. Ronnie showed up early, and we immediately got out of our clothes. He had brought over a porn tape, which was very hard to come by in our religious homes. He thought we could try some new positions, and we wouldn’t have to worry about making any noise. We agreed to take our time and see how long we could last before cumming. The tape had lots of fucking in it, and we tried to imitate a few of the positions.  We got bored with the tape, and went up to my room to really get down and nasty. We sucked and teased each other for a few hours, and then I thought I heard something downstairs. Ronnie said that he hadn’t heard anything and that I was just being paranoid. We listened for a minute, and I guessed he was right. We moved into a 69 position on my bed, with both our cocks stuff ing each other’s mouth,  when all of a sudden, the door burst open! There stood two big, muscular black men carrying knapsacks. Ronnie and I froze in position, both holding onto each others cock’s.  We were dumbfounded and must have looked like two deer frozen in car headlights. The biggest of the two said to his partner, “Looky here! We come to rob the nice white folks, and we get two horny little bitches to fuck to boot! Whaddaya say, JT? Feel like breeding some white boy pussy tonight? Looks like the party done started without us, but now that  we’re here, we got us some tight ass to fuck!”  We looked at the two men helplessly, and wondered what they meant to do. I could feel Ronnie’s heart pounding, and mine was racing even faster. The other one said, “Shee-it! I’m hornier than a motherfuck. You bitches come over here and give me and my brother some head, and no one’s gonna get hurt, hear? Now get on over here and do us right! MOVE!”  We both got off the bed and moved slowly over to the two men. The big one pulled down his shorts and revealed a massive black monster. The other one did the same, and his cock was already springing up. I looked at Ronnie; he looked at me, and without saying anything, we My Sleep Over • 21 22 • My Sleep Over  knelt in front of the two thieves.  We were scared, but our instincts told us to do what they said. I put the big one’s cock in my mouth, and started to suck. Ronnie did the same with the other one. “Shee-it, that’s it, boy! You do as your told, and nobody’s gonna get hurt. Me and my bro  just wanna get our nut, that’s all. Fuck! you doin’ me good, bitch! How ’bout it, JT? Yo’ bitch suckin’ you right?” “Fo’ shizzle, bro ! Gettin’ major  wood! Get me hard, bitch. Gonna pound that little white ass.” Ronnie and I did as we were told. I’d never had a black cock before, and I’m sure Ronnie hadn’t either. I was struggling to get all that black meat in my mouth, and it kept getting bigger! Ronnie looked as if he were struggling too, but we didn’t have much choice.  When I thought the big one’s cock could get no bigger, he reached down, and pulled me up to his face. “Now, you be a sweet boy, and give me yo’ pussy. That’s right,  just lay back and let ol’ Cosmo treat you right. Ah loves me some tight boy ass. Got that from prison, right JT?” “Got that, my brother. Nothin’ like tight white boy ass! Better n’ ho pussy any day of the week!” My Sleep Over • 23 Cosmo laid me on my back on the bed and raised my legs. I was shaking all over, but my cock was hard as a rock. Then he did something that surprised me. He knelt down, and started to lick my hole. His warm tongue started to relax me, and I stopped shaking. I started to moan, and he licked me even deeper. JT had Ronnie on his back on the floor, and was doing the same thing! These guys knew what they were doing, and before long, Ronnie was moaning too. Cosmo reached over, grabbed the lube we had on the bed, and started to apply gobs of it to my ass. He passed it to JT, and he lubed up Ronnie. Then, Cosmo pulled my legs up, positioned his enormous cock at my opening, and pressed in. Even with all the fucking Ronnie and I had done, it didn’t prepare me for the onslaught of Cosmo’s gigantic cock! At first, it felt like he was splitting me in half. I started to whimper and cry, and I said, “Please … don’t hurt me! Your cock is so huge!” Cosmo chuckled and said, “You just relax, white boy. You gonna get fucked by someone who know what to do. Tha’s right; you just relax … see? You takin’ me like a pro. You gonna love what my dick’s gonna do to you.” He was right. Before long, he was pushing further and further into my ass. JT was starting to fuck Ronnie, and he was taking his time as well. Pretty soon, both thugs were pounding away at our asses. I had never felt anything so deep in my body, and Cosmo’s cock was hitting my prostate with every thrust. Ronnie was getting slammed as well, and I could tell he was getting into it. We were getting stud service of the highest level, and my fear was fast disappearing. I was being pushed to climax, and just when I thought I couldn’t stand much more, Cosmo started to shake, and let out a howl. “Jesus, Fuck! Gonna cum, white boy! Makin’ me fuckin’ shoot! HOOWEE … TAKE THAT LOAD, BITCH!” I could feel his burning cum filling my ass, and as he kept his cock pushed way up inside me, I started to cum without touching myself. My sphincter squeezed Cosmo’s cock as I came, and he almost passed out with the sensation. JT was cumming up Ronnie’s ass at the same time, and I looked over to see my cousin shoot his load with no hands as well. “Fuck, ain’t cum so hard since I left the yard! You OK, boy? You took that like real pro! You like the way we fuck, bitch? You bitches 24 • My Sleep Over  be wantin’ this again, and we gonna come back. Gonna get you you real used to it, hear? I wanna hear both of you say you want me and Cosmo to come back and fuck you again. Say it bitch!” I looked at Ronnie, and we both smiled. “Yes … we both want you to come back. Even better, tell us where  you live, and we’ll come to you.” Cosmo looked at JT and grinned. Pimping for My Dad by Damien van Zandt  I was lying in my dad’s bed. His big Latino cock f illed my teenage ass, and it felt so good. I squirmed with the feeling of him inside me. His big brown cock was pumping my young hole gently and slowly. He liked to start out slow, because he liked to watch his big dick sliding in and out of my brown butt hole. Dad knew that I liked him to fuck me hard and fast, and he was working up to it. Slowly he increased his speed until he was really pounding my ass with force. I moaned with pleasure and squirmed with delight at my dad’s big cock in me. “Oh, Dad, your big cock really feels so good! Yeah, Dad, I like the  way you fuck my ass! That’s it, really fuck your son!” Dad was on his hands and knees over me and smiling down at me. “Yeah, son, you like your ol’ man to fuck you, don’t you, boy? Your butt hole feels so good around my big cock! Take it, boy! Yeah, take  your dad’s hard cock up your ass!” I wrapped my arms around his muscular body and held on. He was now pounding my butt with real force, and I was beside myself with pleasure. “Yeah, Dad, that’s it! Fuck me hard! I can take it, Dad! I love it when you fuck me hard!” In no time, he was yelling and shooting his load of hot Latino cum up my willing hole. I clamped down on his cock when he shot his load, and he moaned with pleasure.  When he was spent, he lay down on top of me and kissed me long and hard. I kissed him back with the passion that a boy feels for His dad when he really loves him. His hard, muscular body had me pinned to his bed, and I felt as if we were one.  When he rolled off of me, I asked him, “Dad, how would you feel if I could get you other boys to fuck? I mean, I do love having sex with  you, but I think you need something different every once in a while.  Would you be interested?” Pimping for My Dad• 25 Dad laughed, “Yeah, son, I’d be interested. You all ready know how much I love boys about your age. There have been times that I’ve gone looking for young white boys to play with. I’m horny all the time, but I can’t always expect you to service me. Did you have anybody in mind?” I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’ve got several boys in mind. I’ve had sex  with all of them, and they’ve all seen you and think that you’re hot. It wouldn’t be a problem to convince them to come over. I’ll just tell them that I want them to have sex with the both of us. They’ll jump at the chance!” “Are these boys from around the neighborhood? I mean, I don’t  want you to bring over a bunch of blabbermouths.” “Don’t worry, Dad, I know which ones are discrete. I fact, the boys I’m thinking of are ones that have sex with their own dads, too. They know how to keep a secret.” § § § The next night I was over at Billy’s house and we were in his bedroom looking at his jack off mags. Billy is my age, and he has blond hair that is so light it looks white. As with most blonds, his skin was really fair. We were both getting hot and bothered, and I suggested to him that we should go to my house where we could really have some fun. He agreed and asked his dad if it was all right if he spent the night at my house. His dad agreed, and I called my dad. “Hello, Dad? Is it all right if Billy spends the night with us? His dad says its OK with him. Yeah? OK why don’t you get comfortable, and  we’ll be right over.”  We set out for my place, which was only a couple of blocks away.  When we walked through the front door, Dad was sitting in his chair in his boxer shorts and watching a sex video. I could see that he already had a hardon. I told Billy to sit down on the couch, and I went and got us all some beers from the kitchen. When I got back, I saw that Billy was watching my dad’s crotch and not the video. I sat down beside him and gave him a beer. We talked for a few minutes, then I said, “You know, Billy, my dad has a nice big dick.  Would you like to see it? I can show it to you.” Billy smiled and looked kind of embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess so. If its all right with your dad, I mean.” 26 • Pimping for My Dad I got down on the floor in front of Dad and pulled his cock out through the fly in his boxer shorts. I held it up so Billy could see it, and I stroked it to show Billy how nice and hard it was. Then I leaned over and took it in my mouth. Billy was watching with fascination.  After sucking my dad’s cock for a few minutes, I asked Billy if he  would like to suck it, too. Billy got down on the floor beside me and I let go of my dad’s hard cock. Billy took it in his hand and stroked it some. Then he leaned over and put it in his mouth. He was a little shy about it at first, but the longer he sucked the bolder he got. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “That’s it, Billy, really suck my dad’s big dick. Yeah, Dad likes to have boys suck his dick. I suck it all the time, just like you do  with your dad. Yeah, Billy, that’s hot! You like sucking that big Latino cock! See if you can deep throat it!” Billy took my cue and swallowed my dad’s big brown cock down his throat. I could see that he was experienced; he didn’t gag even once. He just slid all the way down on it until his white face was pressed hard against my dad’s black bush.  After sucking Dad’s cock for a few minutes I suggested that we all go into his bedroom where we could get comfortable. When we got there, Dad took off his shorts, and Billy and I stripped naked. We all got on the bed and Billy started to suck Dad’s big cock again. I got between Billy’s legs and sucked his cock while my dad watched me. Then I joined Billy at Dad’s crotch, and we took turns sucking his big brown dick. It was really hot watching Billy suck my dad’s thick rod. He had nice full lips, and he really enjoyed wrapping them around Dad’s cock.  While Billy was sucking, I whispered again in his ear, “How would  you like to get fucked by that big dick? Think you could handle it, man?” Billy pulled off of Dad’s cock and said, “Yeah, I think I could handle it if you helped me get ready. My dad’s dick is about the same size as  your dad’s, and I can take it all right. But you’ll have to work on my hole to help me relax some.” I laid Billy on his back and got between his lightly haired legs. I pushed them over his head, and he held them there. Then I spread his white asscheeks wide and attacked his hole with my tongue. Billy moaned with delight as my hot tongue slipped deep up his asshole. Then I wet a finger and slipped it up his hole. I worked it around in Pimping for My Dad • 27 his asshole and finger fucked him. Then I stuck in two fingers, and he started to squirm. Dad got beside me and stuck one of his fingers up Billy’s hole, too. Now Billy had three fingers up his ass, and I felt him start to relax. Billy’s tight hole opened up, and I knew that he  was ready to fuck. I reached over in Dad’s night stand and got out the jar of lube. I greased up Billy’s butt hole, then I greased up Dad’s big cock. Dad got on his knees behind Billy, and I guided his cock up to Billy’s hole. As I watched, Dad pushed his cock into my friend’s waiting ass. When the big head popped in, Billy groaned a little, I could see that it hurt him. Dad stopped and let Billy get used to the big cock that had just been shoved up his ass. When Billy said that it stopped hurting Dad pushed the rest of his big brown shaft up Billy’s white ass until his black bush was pressed firmly against Billy’s smooth cheeks. Then Dad started slow and easy, just the way he does with me. I could see that he was enjoying watching his big dick slide in and out of Billy’s young ass. I got behind my dad and started to lick his butt hole. I knew that Dad would like that. He groaned in pleasure and started to fuck Billy’s ass faster and harder. I moved up next to Billy’s head, turned it to face me, and put my dick in his mouth. Now Billy was getting it in both ends: Dad’s cock was up his butt and mine was in his mouth. I leaned over and felt my dad’s big shaft sliding in and out of Billy’s ass. “Yeah, Dad, he has a really nice ass doesn’t he? It’s so hot seeing  your brown cock fucking his white ass!” “Oh, yeah, son! His ass is so tight! It feels really good!” Billy started to moan and squirm, “Oh, man, your big dick feels really good in my ass! That’s it, really fuck me! Oh, that’s sooo good!” I leaned over and whispered in Billy’s ear, “Look at you, man, you’re getting fucked by my dad! Yeah, you like having that big Latino cock up your butt, don’t you?” Billy just moaned and said, “Oh, yeah, man, your dad’s cock feels really good! Is this how he fucks you?” I laughed, “You got it, man! That’s  just how he fucks me. And I really like it!” 28 • Pimping for My Dad Then Dad yelled and shot his load of hot Latino cum up Billy’s  young ass. The kid was so turned on that he shot his own load without even touching his dick. I was impressed! I could never do that!  When Dad was spent, he watched Billy suck me off. I lay with my head in Dad’s lap and Billy sucked my cock until I shot my wad in his mouth. Billy smiled and swallowed every drop of it. Then I pulled him to me and kissed him on the lips while Dad watched. § § § The next week I was over at Steve’s house. He’s a year older than me, and he has dark brown hair and a really nice body. He’s fucked my ass several times. His parents were gone for the weekend, and we  were looking at his jack off mags. Remembering what fun Dad and I had with Billy, I suggested that we go over to my house and watch some of my dad’s porno videos. He agreed, and I gave Dad a call. “Hello, Dad? I’ve invited Steve to come over and watch some porno  videos. Why don’t you get comfortable. We’ll be there shortly.”  When we walked into the house Dad was in his chair again and dressed only in his boxer shorts. Steve and I sat down on the couch, and Steve’s eyes went directly to my dad’s crotch. Dad had gotten a head start on watching the porn, and his hard cock made his shorts tent. I leaned over to Steve and said, “My dad has a nice big cock, man.  Why don’t you go over and look at it?” Steve smiled when Dad pulled his cock out of his shorts and held it up so we could see. Then he got down on the floor in front of Dad and took his big dick in his mouth. Steve was a lot bolder than Billy had been. He wasn’t bashful at all. He took Dad’s big brown cock down his throat at once, and Dad moaned with pleasure. I got on the floor beside Steve and watched. Steve has really nice, full lips and it  was hot watching him suck Dad’s big cock. I leaned over to him and said, “Yeah, Steve, suck it, man. That looks so hot! How would you like to have that big Latino cock up your ass, man?” Steve pulled off of my dad’s cock and said, “That would be great … but I think I’d rather see it up your ass. I want to see your dad fuck you first.” That took me a little by surprise, but I agreed. Dad told me to get the jar of lube from his bedroom. When I came back Steve had stripped out of his clothes and he and Dad were doing a sixty-nine Pimping for My Dad • 29 on the floor. I sat down the jar of lube and joined them, making a daisy chain. I was sucking Dad’s cock, and Steve was sucking my cock. Steve started working on my butt hole with his fingers, getting me ready for Dad’s big fucker.  When I had relaxed enough, Steve watched Dad slip his cock up my ass. Then Steve said to me, “Yeah, man, that’s hot! I like seeing  your dad fuck you, man. Now I want your dad to watch while I fuck  your face.” Steve got beside my head and put his dick in my mouth. He had a nice, big dick and I took it down my hungry throat. Then he fucked my face while Dad fucked my ass. This hadn’t turned out the way I had planned, but it was still hot. After a while, Steve and Dad changed places and Steve fucked my ass while Dad fucked my mouth. I was in heaven with two big cocks stuffing me from both ends. Dad finally had Steve lie on his back on the f loor and raise his legs. I got between Steve’s legs and Dad watched me eat out his asshole. Dad took hold of my head and ground my face into Steve’s smooth ass. “That’s it, boy,” Dad said, “I want to see you rim your friend’s butt hole! Yeah, boy, lick that asshole!”  When I had Steve’s white butt nice and open and wet, Dad slid his big dick up it and fucked him. I watched as Dad’s big dick slid in and out of Steve’s butt hole, and after a while, I got up next to Steve’s head and put my dick in his mouth. Now Steve was the one getting it from both ends. And that was what I had planned. I watched Dad fuck Steve’s ass, and he watched me fuck Steve’s face. Dad soon bellowed and shot his load of hot Latino cum up Steve’s butt. That was pretty hot to see, and a minute later I shot my wad of boy cum in Steve’s mouth. Dad leaned down and kissed Steve long and hard. Then I leaned over and kissed Steve, too. The next night I was at Brian’s house. I called Dad and said, “Hello, Dad? Get comfortable, we’re coming over ….” London, 21 July 2005 by Bull Waters  After layovers in Chicago and Newark, my plane finally landed at Gatwick. I cleared customs, arrived at Victoria Station, and was allowed to check into my hotel room early. I had three days in London before heading to Scotland for my best buddy’s fiftieth birthday. 30 • London, 21 July 2005 London was very hot that summer, so I took a shower, changed into lighter clothes and got a tube pass. I enjoyed cruising all the good-looking, work-bound men in suits. Knowing what a mess the 7  July bombing had made of King’s Cross, I took the Northern Line to Euston Square instead. The British Library, one of my favorite places in London, had an exhibition on Hans Christian Andersen. On the tube to Covent Garden, I noticed we were stopped at Warren Street for a long time for some reason. I had a huge cup of coffee at a shop called Coffee, Cake and Kink (I’m not kidding, check out their  website!). Realizing that it was long past noon, I headed for lunch at Balan’s in Old Compton Street. My jet lag disappeared fast when I heard that the London Underground had been hit with three bombings, one of them at the  Warren Street Station. That was why we had stopped there so long! The Underground would be closed, so I had no option but to walk around the city. After lunch, I got a ticket for that evening’s performance of Mary Poppins. I sent e-mails to everyone, letting them know I was safe. I did some shopping, stopping at Admiral Duncan’s, a gay pub, where I had a pint. I was cruised by several good-looking men, but I had a theatre ticket, so I walked to the theatre and waited to be seated. Then I saw him. He didn’t look like he could have been much older than twenty. He had shoulder length blond hair. Like me, he was dressed casually,  wearing a white sport coat over a black t-shirt. We made eye contact and smiled at one another. A man and a woman grabbed his attention, so, when the house manager announced that the theatre was open, I went in. I had a pleasant chat with Michael, a handsome and sexy usher, and was about to invite him out for a drink after the show,  when the blond from the lobby walked in with his companions and sat in the row ahead of me. Things got busy for Michael, so I read the program and watched as others arrived. Occasionally, the blond would turn around and smile at me. I’d smile back. Before long, the lights went down, the overture started, and like everyone else around me, I was drawn into the show. I enjoyed the it so much, that before the intermission, knowing I’d be back in London before I returned to the States, I bought a ticket to see it again. London, 21 July 2005 • 31  At intermission, I was the first one in the gents, and as I stood pissing, the blond walked up to the next urinal and unzipped his pants. I couldn’t help noticing him pulling out the biggest uncut cock I’d ever seen. Nervously, I looked at him. He smiled, glanced down at his dick, then looked back at me. I smiled, zipped up, washed my hands and went back to my seat.  As I was reading, I heard a voice and looked up. Expecting Michael, I was surprised when the blond held out his hand and introduced himself as Serge. I introduced myself to him, and we shook hands. Noticing my American accent, he asked what I was doing in London. I told him and asked about him. Serge was 24 and lived in the Midlands. Like me, he was a teacher, but was in London on family business. Because of the bombings, he’d postponed his return trip home. He’d invited his cousin and her boyfriend to the theatre. They lived in Kensington, but he was staying at the Strand Palace and would take an afternoon train home tomorrow. The second act was about to start, so he told me he’d like to continue our conversation later, perhaps over a pint. I accepted his invitation and told him I’d meet him in the lobby after the show, and we could go to Admiral Duncan’s. The second act topped the first, and after a stop in the loo, I found him waiting for me. We walked up to the pub, and I ordered a pint for each of us. We talked about the bombing, the differences in American and European education, and after the second pint, found ourselves staring into one another’s eyes. Before long, we were kissing. Serge had a partner at home, but he felt free to play when he  wasn’t there, so after we’d f inished our drinks, he invited me back to his room, which was only a short walk from Leicester Square. We kissed again in the elevator up to the eighth f loor, and once we were inside room 830, we both kicked off our shoes and tossed our jackets onto a chair. We sat down on the bed, tugging at t-shirts as our lust for one another grew. I put my hands underneath the back of his shirt, moving slowly to the front and up as I took it off. A trail of fine hair grew from his navel into his pants. His nipples had circular rings of hair surrounding them, and there was a spray of blond hair connecting them. I leaned forward, kissing him again and working my way toward his left nipple. 32 • London, 21 July 2005 I love the low moan I hear when I take a man’s nipple into my mouth. I’ve never met one who didn’t enjoy it. He ran his hands under my t-shirt and growled as he caressed my fifty year-old hairy chest, breaking away from me to pull my shirt off my body. “Oh, man,” he moaned, “I love your chest!” I laughed and kissed him again. I could feel each of our cocks lengthening in our pants, so I moved a hand to his belt buckle. As if on cue, Serge was off the bed loosening his pants which fell, effortlessly to the floor. He wasn’t wearing anything under them, and my eyes faced that hard, luscious, uncut beauty. I remembered the image I’d seen earlier in the theatre toilet flashed in my head. His hard cock was indeed a promise fulfilled. It was complemented by a nice set of hairy, blond nuts. Serge knelt down and unbuttoned my pants. Like him, I wasn’t  wearing any underwear, either, and my boner throbbed and ached for his mouth as he pulled my trousers off me. I didn’t even have them off my ankles when he sucked me deep into his hot mouth. Sounds of pleasure emanated from me as I took his head in my hands, thrust my tongue into his mouth and kissed him while I pulled him onto the bed. Releasing me from his mouth, we knew what the other wanted.  We moved into a 69 position, and hard cocks met tonsils. I must say, sucking on that amazing uncut column of man flesh was a great way to cap off a busy day. Serge brought me close to orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I wanted his cock deep inside me, so I took it out of my mouth and asked him if he had any condoms and lube. Smiling, he reached into a pouch under the side table. He pulled them out and handed them to me, laughing when, like most people in a hurry, I tore the condom packet open with my teeth, spitting a corner of it onto the floor. As much as I wanted his cock up my ass, I couldn’t help myself. I had to suck on his monster cock just one more time. Serge moaned as I rolled the condom onto his magnificent column of flesh and applied some lube to it. As he lay on his back, I lubed myself and straddled his thighs. Slowly, methodically, Serge’s man meat invaded my sexual center. I groaned loudly as more and more of his length filled my insides, until finally, the helmet of his cock and my prostate met. London, 21 July 2005 • 33 Squeezing my ass muscles, I rode this handsome man, pulling him up, hungering to kiss him again. As our lust grew even hotter, my cock  was trapped tightly between our bodies. The friction of his smooth stomach against the underside of my shaft made me pulsate. I could feel Serge’s cock getting ready to spurt, so we stopped kissing and concentrated on loud simultaneous orgasms, his inside me, while I erupted on our chests and stomachs.  We both fell back onto the bed, our bodies heaving. We relaxed, and I felt Serge soften inside me. I raised my body a bit, allowing his softening cock to slide outside of me. Almost before I’d taken the condom off him, he was snoring. I sniffed his cum, tied off the condom, tossed it into the trash can, curled up with him and fell asleep. § § § The sounds of traffic from the Strand woke me. It was 8:30 AM, and I could hear the shower. I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, peed, and with my boner leading me, joined Serge under the  warm water. He was pounding his cock, so as we kissed, we grabbed one another and started stroking. With the water poured down on Serge’s back, he crouched down and took my morning wood in his mouth. Almost as soon as I felt the warmth of his mouth, I started shooting my load. Taking my cock out of the warmth, I spurted on his stomach, and he used it to stroke himself to orgasm.  We dried off, got dressed and ate breakfast. Afterwards, we walked to the Tate Modern to see the retrospective on Frida Kahlo, then had lunch in the Haymarket. I caught him off guard when I took a picture of him, and we shared tidbits about travel and about life in the UK compared to life in the States. Serge had never been there, but expressed a desire to visit, so we exchanged e-mail addresses. He walked me to Leicester Square. We kissed and hugged goodbye, and he went back to his hotel. He had to check out and catch the tube to King’s Cross, heading back to the Midlands. I stood and  watched him go. Serge was on my mind throughout my visit to Europe. We shared e-mails, and he said he plans to visit the U.S. sometime, with or  without his boyfriend, he didn’t say. My buddy’s 50th birthday certainly was one memorable visit, that’s for sure! 34 • London, 21 July 2005  Neal ‘n’  Unk by Lord Iron “Wild stuff, huh, kid?” The fresh-faced eighteen-year-old gave a little dry-throated murmur of assent. He knew that his Uncle Bud wasn’t referring to the remotecontrolled color television set, or even the bulky video-cassette player  wired to it – both rare marvels in the year of 1962 – but to the hardcore sex movie playing out before him. Bud’s job in TV production gave him access to all kinds of wonders the average Joe could only dream of, but this took the cake! Bud Carlucci snuck a sidelong look at his nephew. Neal’s face was slightly flushed, his puppy-brown eyes unblinking, taking in every detail of the scenes on the tube. Bud knew that the sights and sounds  were burning themselves into his brain. He had been waiting for the chance to introduce the shy teenager to the special pleasures that only an unattached bachelor could enjoy. The boy had been sheltered too long. Now that he’d come of legal age, Bud had taken their buddyhood a little farther on each of Neal’s weekend visits to his apartment in the city. Neal ’n’ Unk • 35 “This’ll give you something to beat off to when you go home,” Bud said lewdly. In response, Neal’s cheeks flooded with color, but he didn’t flinch. He only nodded quickly, biting his lip in a bashful grin. Bud’s own blood rushed to his loins, making his thick Sicilian cock balloon obscenely across his hip. Neal’s crotch was showing some activity, too, and the boy’s fingers kept twitching there. His cock badly needed some adjusting, but he was too shy to do it overtly. Emboldened, Bud stretched his big, powerful legs, momentarily lifted his butt off the couch, and pulled on the crotch of his jeans, giving himself some slack. His hand casually fell to his bulging fuckbone, gently kneading the knob, which lay under his left pocket. Neal’s eyes glanced toward Bud’s bulge, widened briefly, then darted back to the screen, where a young stud, not much older than him, was tit-fucking a buxom blonde. “How’d you like to be doing that, kid?” Bud softly growled in Neal’s ear. “Sliding your cock between those creamy tits ….” Neal gave a shaky little sigh, indicating that he would like that very much. His hand wavered at his crotch, where his expanding flesh looked painfully constricted. “Go ahead, buddy,” encouraged his uncle. “Go ahead and fix it. Make room for it … get comfortable.” Neal pulled out his pants just as Bud had done. As he raised his hips his hardon became prominent, its banana curve outlined by the straining fabric. Its size surprised Bud a little; there was no question the kid was nicely hung. “’Atta boy. From the size of that package, it looks like you take after the Carlucci side of your family.” Neal blushed again, cupping his hands down over his bulging groin. his teeth dug down into his lower lip as he suppressed another halfpleased, half-embarrassed grin. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kid … all us Carluccis have big ones.  You should be proud of your Italian heritage.” Neal was shocked and excited to hear this kind of talk from his uncle. Nobody had ever talked about his penis before. Apparently it liked the attention; it had gotten almost painfully hard. “Yours is really  big, isn’t it, Unk?” Neal asked in a shaking voice. “Judge for yourself,” said Bud, and in almost one movement he unzipped his jeans and yanked it out. He knew it was a beast of a cock, and he knew it would impress the boy. He didn’t allow himself 36 • Neal ’n’ Unk  the time for second thoughts, to wait for the right moment; he just  wanted Neal’s eyes on it. His eyes, for starters. “See that?” Bud gripped it at the base, pulling down and squeezing, making the cum-slit flare and the head turn a dark shade of plum. Neal did see. He stared and swallowed. “Gee, Unk … I didn’t know dicks could get that big.” “It likes your company. It wants to get off, like the dicks in that fuckflick … don’t you need to get your rocks too?” Neal started to shrug – then he nodded instead. “You don’t have to wait till you get home,” Bud said, working the shaft a few times. “Unless you got something better to beat off to there.” Neal thought of his meager collection of pin-ups and blurry snapshots he swapped with friends. “I don’t … but ….” “Aww come on, buddy, don’t be shy,” Bud egged him on. “Go ahead, pull yours out. We’re both guys … come on, yank it out and beat off  with your old Unk.” Neal could hardly believe what he was doing as he unfastened his  jeans and liberated his aching young manhood. Two beautiful stiff cocks rose up side by side for comparison. Bud had a good two inches on his nephew. His rugged manmeat was bone-straight, while Neal’s smooth boner had a streamlined curve. Both man and boy sported large, heavy balls hanging like perfect ballast for their soaring rods. “I see you got the Carlucci balls, too,” Bud said. “Built for pumpin’ out lots of little bambinos.” Neal giggled. He had never really known whether his equipment  was big, small or just average, until now. He felt a swell of masculine pride that he’d never known before. Bud was slowly masturbating, precum starting to drool from his generous slit as his eyes drank up the sight of his nephew’s aroused genitals. Both guys paid less and less attention to the video and more and more to each other. “You beat off a lot, kid?” Bud said, his voice thick with barely contained lust. “You a horny dog like your uncle?” “I … I guess so,” stammered Neal, his hands fidgeting on his own dick as if they desperately wanted to wrap themselves around it. “I do it … every day, Unk.” “Yeah? What do you do every day, Neal?” “I … beat off.” Neal heard his own words as if they had been spoken by someone Neal ’n’ Unk • 37 else. Only a short time ago he would have never admitted to playing  with himself. But now he wanted to say it … he wanted to share these things with his uncle, to masturbate together in this free and private environment they shared. The real world seemed far away and he  wondered if this was another one of his occasional wet dreams. Would he wake up in a moment, in his bed, sticky with sweat and cum? On the TV screen the blonde was taking the young stud’s ample cock down her throat. Neal had heard of blow jobs before, but had never experienced them. Like most boys his age, the majority of his orgasms came from his own hand. “Unk?” he asked dreamily as they both jacked off. “What does it feel like to get your cock sucked?” “Well …” began Bud. Once more, his natural boldness took over. “It feels kinda like this.” Bud slid over and replaced Neal’s hand with his mouth. At the feeling of Bud’s lips closing around his sensitive organ, Neal thought he might lose control and cum right then. But he fought it, and held on. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He leaned back, his legs extending out before him, his toes clenching. Uncle Bud’s mouth glided up and down his shaft, taking the full length before going back to suckle the head like a lollipop. Neal, who had never so much as masturbated with lubricant, had never known this slick, smooth friction. It was a revelation. He could feel his eyes rolling back in his head, the breath filling his lungs with ragged jerks. He knew he wouldn’t last through much more. “Unk … Unk …” he moaned. Bud kept sucking, the speed and power of his mouth-work steadily increasing. Deep inside Neal’s loins, the sensations were coming to a head, gathering toward a mighty climax. He felt like a pot about to boil over. The bubbles were popping in his head; the dizzying rush of an impending mother-of-all-orgasms made his head swim. “It’s … it’s happening, Unk!” Neal hissed urgently. “Watch out, Unk! I’m gonna … I’m gonna ….” Then he went over the edge. With his uncle’s mouth still wrapped firmly around his cock, young Neal reached orgasm. The bubbles exploded, sending his mind reeling with a pleasure that obliterated anything he had experienced or imagined. He was aware of his own  voice gasping and grunting profanity, the delicious warm freedom of gushing out his sperm into a welcoming mouth, the final shuddering 38 • Neal ’n’ Unk  The fresh young sperm ran down the shaft . . . Neal ’n’ Unk • 39 ecstasy as Uncle Bud’s hand came up between his legs and gently fondled his tightly-drawn balls, coaxing them, gently but firmly encouraging them to give up all their load, then moving lower to knead and massage the boy’s rigid, engorged perineum, the root of his cock that pulsed so magically when he reached climax. Bud tasted the gusher as it filled his mouth. The furious, hard squirts hit the back of his throat. The fresh young sperm ran down the shaft and glazed Neal’s balls as Bud gradually slowed his tempo, eased the pressure and expertly brought the boy back from his Nirvana. Neal puffed out a sigh of relief and f loated back down to reality. Bud had figured that they had gone as far as the boy would be  willing to go for now, and that he’d take care of his own blue balls by himself. But he was mildly surprised when Neal wasted no time in returning the favor, bravely wrapping his lips around the older man’s thick meat. Bud sighed and let his head fall back. For the first time the thought crossed his mind that this might not, in fact, be Neal’s first man-to-man encounter. He thought of Neal’s best friend Mike, a hunky little high school jock who he’d caught checking him out once. Bud didn’t have to instruct Neal to keep his teeth out of the way, and the boy had no trouble taking Bud’s eight inches all the way back in his throat. The boy’s suckable lips were talented too. Bud felt his nuts start to pull up for the big moment. “Oh fuck, baby,” he croaked sweetly. “I can’t take much more of that; your old Unk’s gonna cream ….” Neal pulled up off the dick, and to Bud’s amazement, locked lips with him in a mind-blowingly hot and sensual kiss. If Neal had intended to forestall Bud’s orgasm by easing off on his dick, that kiss had sabotaged his plans. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming!” Bud moaned into Neal’s lips. The boy grabbed Bud’s slick cock and pumped it with hard, tight, fast strokes. Bud felt his mind going silly with pleasure as his virile body exploded in the most devastatingly powerful orgasm he’d had in years. Neal felt the wide Italian cock swell so thick and hard in his hand he thought it would burst. Then Bud gave an agonized grunt as long  white ropes of goopy man-sperm started erupting from his pulsing slit, pelting his chest and sluicing down his heaving, furry abs. 40 • Neal ’n’ Unk  “Oh, goddamn! Fuck!” hissed Bud, slamming his head back and forth against the back of the sofa as he pissed out his stallion load. “Goddamn motherfucker it feels so good, baby!” Neal slowed his strokes as the f low of sperm ebbed, concluding his hand job with the same suspicious expertise that made Bud almost certain the boy had handled another guy’s dick before. “Whew!” whooped Bud, a wide smile on his face. “That was swell, baby. Something tells me you’ve done this before – or else you’re the biggest goddamn natural walking the earth.” Neal just shrugged, once again a shy, reticent teenager. Maybe he’d tell Uncle about it next time – and Bud was pretty sure there would be a next time. In fact, the following day, Bud was taken by surprise when Neal phoned to ask if he could bring his buddy Mike over the following  weekend to check out Bud’s home theater. “I don’t see why not,” Bud said, grinning devilishly into the phone. “The couch is big enough for three.” It was going to be a long week. Neal ’n’ Unk • 41 Starting Our 20th  Year!  With this issue, Handjobs starts its 20th year of publishing! It’s been a pleasure bringing Handjobs to you every month since April 1991, and we hope to bring you Handjobs for many more years to come. To celebrate, we have a two for one special through April 30, 2010, on many of our Anthologies.  We thank each one of you for reading Handjobs. We enjoy hearing from you. 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Who’s the BOSS! YEAHH!!  Ho, OUI! POMPE!! Fais lui … HAA! AVALER! … Montre lui … NNG! Que t’es … Le BOSS! … Ouaiis! Love Lessons part 2 • 49 Ahhh, son! Unng … it’s GREAT! SO! … You think this... LESSON’LL help you to DEAL … with … Unnh … Girls? Haaa, fils! Unng … C’est trop bon! … Enfin! Ça t’aidera Tu penses … Unnhh … Avec les filles? KOFF! GLP!! Ahhh … YES, Dad. Gargl! KAFF! KAFF!! Hhhhah … Papa … THANKS! KAFF! KAFF!! Glpp … but OUI! Merci … KAFF! KAFF!! Glpp … Mais … Et si Elle voulais … Haah Gulp!! Tu … SLURP! What if … she wants sais? Aller PLUS LOIN … Hhhmm to … aahh gulpp, you know? Go Tu pourrais ME MONTRER ÇA, FURTHER … Hhhm … Could you aussi? … S’IL TE PLAIT?! SHOW ME THAT TOO? … PLEASE?!  50 • Love Lessons part 2  At My Uncle’s Ranch by CBJ I watched the scenery pass by from the bus window. The land in the northern Nevada plains was drab and brown. I wondered just what I had gotten myself into. I was eighteen and had been accepted to college in the fall. I hoped to go on to veterinary school after graduating and thought working on my Uncle Scott’s ranch would get me some experience with animals. I hadn’t seen Uncle Scott since I was about ten. I remembered him as a cowboy, bigger than life, and how I just loved to be around him. The bus stopped in the middle of the highway at a crossroads, and the driver looked at me and said, “Your stop.” I thanked him, grabbed my bag and climbed off the bus. No one was in sight, and it was cold! I was glad Uncle Scott had told me what cowboy gear to  wear, including the red long johns I had put on before I left home. I felt kinda funny putting them on because of the f lap in the back and there being one piece, but they sure were warm. I had only waited a few minutes when a battered pick up pulled up. In it sat Uncle Scott. He looked a little older than I remembered him, but it was him all right. I threw my bag into the back and climbed up inside the cab. “Hey, Mitch, great to see you!” “Thanks, Uncle Scott. I’m glad to be here.”  And that sure was the truth, especially after I had a good look at him. I’d always liked older men, and he was one hot specimen. He must have been about 6’ 2”, had a full head of sandy brown hair peeking out from under his cowboy hat, a big mustache, and was really buffed. He had taken off his jacket to drive and pushed his sleeves up. Below the cuffs of his long handles I could see lots of fur on his arms and a lot peeking out of his shirt, too. His jeans looked like they were painted on, and the outline of his huge cock snaked down his left leg. He noticed me looking and smiled. We chatted on the ride back to the ranch, and a few times he unselfconsciously scratched his crotch. I had taken off my jacket and put it in my lap. I was glad it hid the big boner I was carrying.  We got to the ranch and the rest of the day seemed to go really quickly. I got a bed in the bunkhouse, met a bunch of the cowboys, and then after dinner headed back over to the bunkhouse. I was surprised to learn that Uncle Scott slept there also. When I walked in, my mouth dropped open. Every cowboy there was dressed only in long johns and boots. Some of them were also wearing their cowboy hats.  At My Uncle’s Ranch • 51 One of the guys seemed to be really good friends with Uncle Scott, and he was just as good looking. His name was Chip, and he was about six feet tall with a broad chest and narrow hips. His gray union suit looked like it was painted on. It was almost unbuttoned all the way down and it showed off his furry chest; tight, hairy belly, and the hair at the root of his cock. The base of his dick was just visible, and the rest of it hung down his leg. I could tell he was cut from the outline. He had blond hair and a blond beard. I couldn’t keep from staring, looking back and forth between him and Uncle Scott. “Well, Mitch, get comfortable,” Uncle Scott said. He was sitting in a chair with one foot propped up on one of the bunks and his legs spread wide apart. I took off my shirt and pants and tried to hide the fact I was rock hard. “Well looky here, Chip. I think the boy likes what he sees,” Uncle Scott said, rubbing his cock. It was leaking and there was a wet spot forming on his long johns. Before I knew it he and Chip had maneuvered me over to a bunk and had me on my hands and knees crosswise on it. Uncle Scott stepped in front of me. His crotch was about two inches from my face. He slowly unbuttoned the buttons on his long handles and pulled his huge cock and massive, furry balls out. I opened my mouth and took him in. I knew my jaws were going to ache tomorrow, but I wanted his dick so bad. I could taste the tang of precum and salty piss on him. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and began sucking and moving up and down on his rod. He put his hand on the back of my head and began face fucking me. “Feels great, son! Keep it up! Dammit, boy, you suck dick like a pro.” I could feel hands unbuttoning the back f lap of my long johns, and then I felt a slick finger playing with my ass. I sucked harder as the finger worked its way inside me and lubed me up good. The finger slid out, and I could feel Chip’s massive cockhead against my ass. “Relax, boy; I’m comin’ in.” He pushed slowly, and I could feel my asshole stretching. Finally, he sunk in all the way to the root. I had never felt so full in my life. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other cowboys standing around and jerking off. One of them came over and began stroking my cock. Chip was fucking me with long smooth strokes. It felt so good! I was surprised I could take such a big cock, but I was loving every 52 • At My Uncle’s Ranch second of it. I was sucking on Uncle Scott’s cock for all I was worth, running my tongue around the head and into his piss slit, moving my hand up and down the shaft and trying to drain his big balls. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. “Keep that up son, and you’re gonna get a load.” That only made me suck harder and reach up to rub his balls. I heard Chip behind me. “Fuckin’ sweet ass, boy! You’re gonna make me cum.” Uncle Scott began groaning and Chip fucked even harder. I could feel his dick swell inside me as he began to cum. At the same time Uncle Scott let loose with a huge load of spunk. It was too much to take, and some of it ran down my chin. The hand on my dick was moving faster and faster, and soon I felt myself shoot, too.  We all collapsed in one big sweaty heap. “I think we’re gonna have one hell of a time the rest of the year here on the ranch, boy,” Uncle Scott said. “You’re already doin’ your job really well!” He turned to the watching cowboys and said, “Line up boys!” Then turning back to me, he added, “Well, back on your hands and knees son. You ain’t done yet!” Last Vacation with the Folks by Cal Ritchie “Who are you with?” Ben’s voice was hushed as he stroked Lee’s cock in the quiet of the greenery and palms at the back of the hotel. “My folks,” Lee replied. “I gotta get back or they’ll miss me.” “You like having fun?” “Sure!” “You enjoy doin’ this?” “Fuck, yeah!” Lee’s pants were unzipped, and Ben ran his hand around under the boy’s balls, quietly driving him wild. “Stroke mine?” “I gotta go!” “C’mon …” Ben’s voice caressed Lee’s senses, sharpening his desire and dulling all reason. He dipped his hand into the man’s wide open zipper, and all resistance melted as he curled his fingers around his hard, warm cock. “You like that?” Last Vacation with the Folks • 53 “Oh, yeah!” Lee gasped in a whisper, and the man’s cock rose a little more. He placed his arm round the boy’s shoulder. “Why don’t you taste it?” “Here?” “No one’s gonna to see, they’re all too busy goin’ into dinner to notice us.”  Dinner? Christ! The folks’ll wonder where I am,  Lee thought.  Anyway he already knew what a cock tasted like. Uncle Steve had taught him that. “C’mon!” the voice wheedled. Lee sighed and slid to his knees, checking to make sure that no one else was around, and took the thick piece into his mouth. The heady, wicked scent rose instantly, filling his young head with desires he knew he shouldn’t have. He knew he had to be quick now, so he carefully sucked hard on the cock, while Ben’s hands ruffled his hair. In the dining room, Fred and Linda Baskins sat at the table, and Fred looked at his watch with some irritation. “I told the boy to be here on time!” “Oh, please, don’t make a fuss when he arrives, dear,” Linda said, placing a steadying hand on her husband’s arm. “Let him enjoy himself. He’ll be here soon.” 54 • Last Vacation with the Folks Lee’s cheeks bulged and his eyes watered as he received Ben’s loving tribute, gulping and swallowing as fast as he could without choking. That was one of the most important cocksucking lessons Uncle Steve had taught him – guys don’t like guys who don’t swallow.  Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he stood up a little unsteadily and looked down at the knees of his pants, hoping there  weren’t any telltale signs. Ben zipped up. “You’re good, kid,” he murmured, wiping a fleck of cum from the boy’s lips, and licking it. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime this  weekend. You should check out the south end of the beach some evening.” Then he was gone. Lee checked his zipper and walked into the hotel, his mouth still flavored with Ben’s cum.  After the usual ticking-off from his father, accompanied by a supportive smile from his mother, the meal was served. Occasionally he glanced round the brightly lit dining room in case Ben might be there. He had to eat too, didn’t he? “What are your plans for this evening?” Fred asked. “I suppose expecting you to spend some time with us is too much to ask.” “It’s only for the weekend, Dad,” Lee moaned. “Can’t I just have some fun?” “You’re as irresponsible as your Uncle Steve. Feckless!”  I wish,  thought Lee.  Living like Uncle Steve in the city with his boyfriends has to be better than this. Most thoughts of his uncle – and he often had them – revolved around Steve tucking him up in bed. When they’d play “exploring”. For example: what’s this we’ve found down here? Sometimes, Lee would get so excited by what Steve was doing he’d cum in his uncle’s hand, but there wouldn’t be a fuss. Steve would  wipe it away with his handkerchief, and kiss him on the tip of his nose. Last Vacation with the Folks • 55 They were almost caught once, when Mom came up to see what was taking so long, but thanks to a permanent creak on the stair, Steve  was able to zip himself up and pull the sheets up to Lee’s chest. “Why, you look flustered, darling,” Mom had said. “Steve, have  you been overexciting the boy?” It had been a whole lot more exciting when Steve actually got around to fucking his nephew – the pain had been almost unbearable for Lee at first, but after the third attempt, he’d become a bottom-guy convert. “I thought I’d like to go for an evening walk along the beach. Is that OK?” Lee answered his father. Fred frowned and then looked at Linda. “Oh, all right, just make sure you’re in your room by 10:30. No later, is that clear? And don’t go talking to strangers!” Lee grinned. That’s plenty of time,  he thought.  And who said  anything about talking? There was a light breeze coming from the ocean, and the tangy smell of ozone that made him feel almost lightheaded. Lee looked up the beach towards the south end where the palm trees swayed, and beyond which was more darkness, and a world that Ben had seemed to know all about. He checked to make sure no one was following him and set off across the soft sand, towards the dark palm trees. Anything might be happening there. Lee remembered the thrill he used to get cycling home from school, when he had to pass through a dark alley. He’d occasionally see men, singly or together, and as he cycled past quickly, he wished he had the nerve to see what they were doing. He reached the long grass that formed around the base of the trees.  As it swayed in the breeze, it made a loud hiss like a million snakes. He moved on in, and found a small clearing. His head was pounding  with an excitement that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and then he realized it was the same pounding he used to get when he’d passed those men on the way to church, and the same as when he was with Ben earlier. Kind of a “you-shouldn’t be-doing-this” feeling that was all the more enjoyable because he fully intended on doing it. Most importantly it was the pounding he used to get when his uncle’s hands  were on his body, soothing, stroking, and holding his dick tightly as he pumped his boy-jizz and shuddered against Steve’s reassuring body. 56 • Last Vacation with the Folks He could hear a murmur of voices. Not speech exactly, more like a collective sigh or a murmur. He followed it, deeper into the scrub until he could make out shadowy figures ahead of him. He knew exactly  what they were doing, and it excited him more than he had breath to say. His f lesh felt like it was glowing as he slowly approached. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off and laid it over the root of a tree. He slid down his pants and socks, spreading them neatly on the root as well. In no time he was naked, and despite the breeze from the sea, he seemed to be enveloped in a protective cloak of need and desire. It was the warmth he’d always felt when Steve did things with him in bed when he was younger, and now he realized his cock was  very hard – painfully hard. He put a rock on his clothes, moved through the grass, and soon found himself among naked men. They were all doing something exciting with another man or groups of other men. He drifted between them as if dreaming. Hands reached out to him, stroking his hair and his body. Lee felt invincible and totally fearless, and the thought of  what his father might say brought a broad smile to his lips. For once, he felt totally at home, even though he had no idea whose hands these  were. There were sighs as he passed and little whispered invitations. Finally, he stopped, his way barred by a naked man with receding hair and a well-kept body.  Without a word, he knelt and took the man’s engorged cock in his mouth, sighing to himself with pleasure. He closed his eyes, but was aware of the wall of bodies that was now surrounding him. The men gave off a heat that filtered through to his very soul. He reached out one hand to his right, and a cock was placed in it; he did the same with his other hand and that too was filled. Now his evening had a purpose. As soon as he received his first mouthful, he turned to service another cock, and another, only swallowing when he had to. As he cut a swathe through the men, his face became a mask of cum. All that mattered was more and more cock.  As Lee was taking a breather, he was gently lifted, spread and held  while a faceless member of the group painfully slid a cock into his tight ass, fucking him vigorously. He’d become the star of the evening.  All attention was on Lee and who he’d pleasure next.  I’m here because I want you all, he thought as his head swayed from side to side. Another cock pumped its load into him, immediately to be replaced by another. He thought he saw Uncle Steve among Last Vacation with the Folks • 57 the out-of-focus faces, but that couldn’t be right, could it? And he also thought he saw the boys he’d played  with when they shared that first experience of sexual pleasure. Over and over his body  was turned; kneeling, squatting … they all seemed to enjoy him. Uncle Steve had once said to him, “You’ll be a crowd-pleaser.” He  was right. Lee lay back, head hanging down as he was carried to receive yet another cock, totally happy to be the fount of so much pleasure to so many strangers. He remembered nothing after a while, and was simply aware that the breeze from the sea had dropped. His body was warm and tingling, and he felt like he’d eaten too much. He lay safe and sound in the sand as activity moved on around him. He guessed that at some point it was raining, but when he went to brush away the raindrops they  were creamy and slippery. He awoke alone. A sudden dread washed over him, and he rushed, his brain confused and blurred, to find his clothes, which were still there beneath the rock. He dumped them on the sand as he teetered into the surf to wash away all traces of the countless climaxes that had – literally – come over him. His body dried quite quickly in the night air, and he dressed slowly. He looked at his watch.  Fuck! 11.00 PM. His thoughts were now sufficiently unscrambled to realize he’d be late back to the hotel, and his father would be mad. And then he thought back over the evening since he’d entered the clearing, and to the men who had got to know his body so intimately, and how Uncle 58 • Last Vacation with the Folks Steve would be proud of him. Maybe one day he’d go visit, and they’d touch and fondle and love each other once again, like they used to. But right now he had to get back to his room. His father and mother were in the bar when he returned and gave him a stern look. His father strode over to him, his mother meekly following. “Where the heck have you been, young man?” his father hissed, trying to keep his anger at a low level. “I’m real sorry, Dad … Mom – I lost track of time!” he blurted, looking beyond his parents, just in case there was someone in the bar  who’d been among the beach crowd. “I want you in your room now, no arguing!” Fred pointed with his glass, spilling a little of his drink. “I’ll see you in the morning, young man!” Lee wasn’t particularly bothered and nodded as he reached up to his mother to kiss her goodnight. As he headed for the lift, he was aware of a couple of figures who were moving in the same direction as he was, but getting nearer. He turned as he reached the elevator, and realized that one was Ben and the other man was vaguely familiar. As he pressed the call button, Ben clamped his hand around his shoulder. “My main man!” he sighed, close in his ear. “We were there! We  were part of the crowd … on the beach!” Lee froze, somewhat ashamed. “I … I’m going to my room,” he murmured as they all moved into the elevator. “How’s about inviting us?”  As Ben spoke, Lee remembered again his own nakedness and enjoyment. He’d been fucked good, but he already wanted to feel a man’s flesh again. He said nothing and let them follow him along the corridor to his room. Luckily it wasn’t next to his folks’ room. He turned on the dim entry light as Ben and his pal slowly stripped by the bed. Lee’s own fingers fumbled at his clothes, and again naked, he advanced on them. The two men held their hands out to him, as once more he gave himself up to his needs. This time, in the familiar surroundings of his hotel room, he swallowed Ben’s hard cock while the other man penetrated his ass. Both men used their hands to stroke and caress his flesh. Lee swallowed and licked as though cum was the most precious liquid on the planet. He had no idea how long they all made love, but when dawn came, he was alone, his skin caked in dried cum, and his ass thick with the remains of cock play. He rolled out of bed and stretched. He looked at Last Vacation with the Folks • 59 his abused reflection in the bathroom mirror, the bags beneath his eyes reflecting the debauchery of the night, both on the beach and in later in his room. He wasn’t ashamed. Why should he be? He’d had more pleasure in one evening than many men have in a year. He would always remember the south end of the beach with great affection, and one day he’d return, parent-free. Streaking by  Alan Terry “No way!” I said to my buddy Grant. “I don’t believe that.” “I’m tellin’ you the truth, man,” he responded. “It was in the seventies. It was like a craze.” “What did they call it again?” I asked him. “Streaking.” “Really? Are you sure?” “Sure, I’m sure. I heard my uncle talking to my dad about it. I think they may have actually done it way back then. If you don’t believe me, google it, and you can find out all about it.” “So people used to just strip all their clothes off and go running around outside? What if someone saw them?” 60 • Streaking “From what Dad and Uncle Bill were saying, I think that was the point. You know, kind of sticking it to the man.” I liked the idea of running around naked, but I wasn’t sure I’d want anyone to see me. It sounded kind of sexy, taking off all your clothes and running around where you weren’t supposed to be naked. “What if the some of the guys got a hardon?” I asked. “Then what did they do?” “You’ve heard about the seventies,” Grant said, “all the orgies and stuff they used to do back then. They just let it all hang out. They didn’t care if anyone saw them with a hardon or not.” “Wow …” I said. I started wondering what Grant would look like naked with a hardon. Or his dad. Or his Uncle Bill. I knew I’d like to see some other guy’s hard dick; I just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Grant was spending the night at my house. It had gotten pretty late, and my parents and little brother had all gone to bed. Grant and I  were in my room talking. When he spent the night, we’d sometimes be up all night just talking to each other. “What do you think it was like? Do you think they ever did it in  winter?” That got us both to laughing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they did streak in winter, but ouch! I bet they got cold. I think it was probably a lot more popular when it was nice and warm outside,” Grant said. “Yeah,” I chuckled. “Who wants to run around all shrivelled up from the cold?”  We lay there quietly for a while, and all the time I kept thinking about how fun it would be to take off my clothes and run around outside. Finally, I asked him, “Have you ever done it?” “What? You mean streaking?” I nodded my head. “No, you idiot,” he laughed. “I don’t think people even do that anymore.” I thought for a while longer. “I heard about a guy running around naked at a soccer match a few years ago. I guess that’s the same thing, isn’t it?” “Oh, yeah,” Grant said. “I guess you’re right. You do kind of hear about guys – and some girls, even – that run naked out onto the f ield at sports events. I guess that would be the same thing, huh?” Streaking • 61 I wasn’t much interested in girls running around naked. “What  would you think about doing it tonight. I mean, like, right now?” “What? Are you crazy? I was just tellin’ you about it, man. I’m not gonna strip off all my clothes and ….” “Why not? I interrupted him. I could feel my cock beginning to stir. “Look, it’s three o’clock in the morning. No one’s gonna see us. No one’s out this late. And it’s plenty warm outside.” “Well … if no one’s gonna see us, then what’s the point?” he asked. I also noticed that he gave his crotch a little tug. Maybe he was getting as turned on as I was by the idea. “We’ll see each other,” I answered. “Besides, I just want to see what it’s like. I don’t really need an audience, do you?” “I guess not,” Grant said. “But where would we go?” I hadn’t thought about that. I supposed we could just strip down and run around my yard, but that didn’t really seem very dangerous or exciting. We wouldn’t want to go too far, but I thought we should at least leave the property. After giving it a little more thought, I said, “We could run down to the playground and back.” The playground was about three blocks from my house. There had been a grade school there at one time, but it was long gone. The playground equipment was still there, and some of the neighborhood kids went there to play in the afternoons. Older kids went there at night to party, but they’d all be gone by now. I suggested it to Grant, and he seemed to be warming up to the idea. “OK,” he chuckled. I guess I’m game if you are.  We started pulling off our clothes, trying not to laugh too loudly.  We didn’t want to wake anyone else up. My cock was feeling kind of chubby as I stripped my briefs off. I was trying not to get hard in front of Grant. When I looked over at him, his cock looked a little thicker than normal, too. I wondered if the idea of streaking was turning him on as much as it was me. Completely naked, we slipped out the back door of my house. The night air felt great on my skin. I did a couple of spins around in my back yard before I took off running with Grant following after me. My dick and nutsac kept slapping back and forth between my thighs, and it felt really sexy. It didn’t take Grant long to catch up to me, and then run past me, laughing all the way. As I ran behind him, I got a good look at his hairy legs and butt every time he run under a streetlight. I was blond and smooth, but his chest, ass and legs were 62 • Streaking covered with a coarse, dark hair. I wondered what it would feel like to run my hands over it. By the time we got to the playground, my cock was fully hard and standing straight out from my belly. I ran over to the swings and sat down in one, trying to hide my boner. As I started swinging, Grant came running up and stood up on one of the swings. I hadn’t realized it until then, but he, too, was fully hard. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, though. He stood there, swinging back and forth, his hardon sticking out into the warm night air. “Fuck, this feels good!” he said, catching his breath. “This might have just been one of the best ideas you’ve ever had, Alan.” If Grant wasn’t ashamed of his boner, then I wasn’t going to be ashamed of mine, either. I leaned back in the swing, and my hard cock popped up into view as I swung higher and higher. “Shit,” Grant laughed, “you’ve got one, too. Must be the night air.” “Yeah. That and the fact that I’m so fuckin’ horny,” I said. Being naked out in the open like that made me feel uninhibited. “I know what you mean, bro.” Grant leapt off his swing. As I slowed my own swinging down to a stop, he stood right in front of me. His hard cock was almost at the same level as my face. He wrapped his hand around his dick and gave it a couple of strokes.  When I looked up at his face, he was looking back down at me. He didn’t say a word. We just looked at each other for what seemed like the longest time. Pretty soon a clear, shiny bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock. It spun into a thread and dripped from his piss slit. “Go ahead,” he finally said so quietly that I wasn’t completely sure if he had really said it, or if I had just imagined it. At any rate, it didn’t matter. I leaned toward him, opened my mouth, and slipped it around his throbbing cock. He sighed, and it came out in short, excited bursts. “Oh … fuck,”  was all he said. The flavor of his precum started filling my mouth. It was both salty and sweet at the same time. My nose was buried in his crotch. There was the scent of his sweat from running mixed with a hint of stale piss and maybe some cum left over from the last time he’d  jerked off. The smell reminded me of the locker room after football Streaking • 63 practice. It was the kind of smell that girls would have thought of as dirty and gross, but I loved it. I reached around and grabbed his asscheeks, pulling him closer to me and pushing the head of his thick cock into my throat. I gagged a little bit, and my instinct was to pull off of his dick, but I fought it. After a short while, my throat got used to the sensation, and I was sliding my head back and forth, fucking my own face with his big rod. By this time, my dick was harder than it had ever been. I could feel it bouncing around between my legs. I would have loved to have started jerking off, but that would have meant that I would have had to let go of Grant’s wonderful hairy ass. The hair on his butt looked coarse, but it was very soft to the touch. His cheeks were covered with it, and it got thicker as it went into his crack. I ran my fingers up and down the crevice. He squatted a little bit, giving me easier access. Grant gasped as the tip of one of my fingers grazed his hot, moist hole. “Oh, fuck! No way, dude. Don’t … don’t touch me … like that.” I backed off, but it wasn’t long before he was spreading his legs and squatting again. This time he took my hand and moved it back toward his crack. He was actually encouraging me to find his hole. I guess the pleasure he had felt outweighed any misgivings he had about having someone touch his asshole. I looked up at him to see if that’s what he really wanted, but he  wouldn’t look back down at me. I placed the tip of my index finger back against his moist hole. By this time, the hair in his asscrack was soaked with his sweat. He bent his legs some more, trying to lower himself onto my finger. I pushed against his hot, sweaty opening. His hole spasmed, opening up then clamping back down on my finger. I was in to my first knuckle. Grant moaned, and as I slipped the rest of my index finger all the way inside him, he pumped a big serving of precum onto the back of my tongue. His legs were beginning to shake. I slid my finger in and out of his hole, fucking him while I continued to suck his fat rod. I was starting to feel a little light-headed myself. And I know my own cock had to be leaking copiously.  As I worked my finger around inside of him, I noticed I got a reaction every time I nudged what felt like a firm, fleshy nut. I started pushing against it, and Grant actually whimpered. “Oh, fuck … Oh, 64 • Streaking fuck man! That’s so … I … I don’t … Oh, Christ! I’m gonna fuckin’ blow. Gonna fuckin’ pop my wad!” It must have been instinct that made him clamp his hands around my head, thrust his hips forward and pump his thick load down my throat. I almost didn’t even taste it.  When I realized what he was doing, it was like bright lights started flashing in my head. I pulled him deeper into my throat and started moaning around his cock. It actually took me a few moments to realize I was having my first hands-free orgasm. I was cumming off  just from sucking dick! Grant finally pulled his softening cock from my face, and as we both tried to catch our breath, I looked down and saw the humongous load I had shot between his bare feet. I would have never guessed that my nuts would have held that much spunk. Grant sort of stumbled his way back to the swing next to mine and slumped down in it. He saw my load on the ground and said, “Damn,  Alan! You must have liked that as much as I did.” We both chuckled at that, then sat silently for a few moments, catching our breath. Grant then jumped up off his swing, slapped my knee and said, “Race you back to your house. If I win, you have to blow me again.” “What if I win?” I asked. “Then you get to blow me again!” he said over his shoulder as he took off running. I jumped up and took off after him, thinking what a good idea streaking had been after all. My First Time by Bobbi Everyone can remember the time they lost their virginity; the day, month, time of day even. And who he was, his age, his technique,  what he looked like – providing there was only one! Let me tell you about my “special time”. I’d been curious for a long time after I had accidentally observed a scene in a park restroom. There were three older men, and they  were almost completely naked. When I saw what the men were doing to each other, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The sounds and sight  were spellbinding. Initially, they were startled to see me standing there watching them, but once they saw I wasn’t a threat, they continued. One of the older My First Time • 65 men moved toward me, his hard cock jutting upward from his hairy crotch. Waking from my spell, I quickly ran away with their laughter echoing in the air behind me. Rushing home, I went into my bedroom and locked the door. I started to play over in my mind what I had just seen. Two hairy brutes, pants down to their ankles doing god knows what to a man sitting in the commode. Why were they making all those sounds;  why were they being so noisy, grunting and groaning? I was curious, but I was also scared enough not to stick around once they realized I was watching them. I didn’t want to go back there … at least not for a while. What if “they” were there and I wouldn’t be able to get away this time? Days and nights passed, and all I could do was play that scene over and over in my mind. At night I dreamed I was the one being used. My curiosity was making me crazy. I had to find out more about what I had seen, but I didn’t know how to do that without going back to the park and finding those three guys again. And I wasn’t about to do that. They looked too scary. Before too long, I started to go to the YMCA on the other side of town. They had an Olympic sized pool, workout room and steam room. I was so innocent back then that I had no idea what the steam room was really for! That’s where I met “John” (at least that’s what he said his name was). I’d never been a very good swimmer, and trying to dive from the side of the pool, all I did was a belly flop. “Well, at least you keep trying.” I looked up to see where the voice had come from, and saw a man  who must have been about forty or fifty. “I know I’m terrible,” I said. “In fact, I ended up hurting my shoulder yesterday.” He swam over to me. He was so rugged and hairy. He took my hand and squeezed it. “Hello, my name is John … and yours?” “Hi, I’m Bobbi,” I said. He fixed me with his stare. “Is it Bob or Bobby?” I blushed and told him, “It’s B-o-b-b-i.” He squeezed my hand even harder. “Very interesting,” he said as his eyes burned into mine. Then I felt his other hand go around my waist. All the time he was looking around to see if anyone noticed. I saw him nod at another man sitting 66 • My First Time on the pool edge, then back to me, as if directing the other man’s attention to me. “Have you ever taken a steam, Bobbi?” he asked. “It might help that shoulder of yours.” “No, I never have. I wouldn’t know what to do or wear in there. Do guys wear their swimsuits?” I said. His laughter at my innocence was embarrassing. “When you take a steam, all the clothes you need are the towels the attendant will give you,” he explained. He invited me to join him in the steam room and told me he’d be happy to show me the ropes. We got out of the pool and headed for the locker room. The attendant handed us each a couple of towels as we went inside. We both stripped out of our wet suits, wrapped the towels around us, and entered the steam room. For some reason I felt comfortable being naked except for the towels  with this older, hairy man. As he sat beside me asking me questions about my family, school, etc., the steam began to make me drowsy. Suddenly I realized his hand was squeezing my bare thigh. I didn’t even realize it when he started touching me. I tensed up. “Relax. You’re so tense that you need a massage, old John style.” The tone of his voice said it was more of an order than a request. Sometimes I’m a little slow catching on to things. But wasn’t this  what I wanted? His hand crept higher. Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together. Suddenly he said, “Oh, shit. I want you naked!” With one motion he  jerked my towel away. “Stand up,” he ordered. I stood facing him. He was still sitting down, and I was barely able to look over the top of his bald head. Suddenly, his rough hands were everywhere on my sweaty, slippery body. I was so hot for what I knew was going to happen, or at least  what I HOPED would happen! Finally I closed my eyes and leaned back into his muscular arms. His rough lips were all over my neck, nipples and belly. Finally his mouth engulfed my stiff penis and I felt a hand spreading my butt. Then my virgin love hole was forcefully invaded by a rough finger. With that I lost it! I’d never ever imagined it would be like that. I had a terrific orgasm, better and longer than any I’d ever experienced from just playing with my dick by myself. My First Time • 67  After I had blown my huge load of spunk down John’s throat and calmed down, I started to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re just getting started now. Get on your knees. You’re in a for a treat. Do it, NOW!” I dropped down between his legs as he opened his towel. Oh, my God! His cock! It was the same one I’d run away from in the park months ago. I didn’t remember his face, but his big, fat cock was unmistakable! “Yeah, it’s me you little shit! And I’m going to make you my boy slut!” Pulling me by my hair, he directed his huge cock to my open, moist,  willing mouth at last! I almost came again just from trying to get my lips around his big purple cockhead. But I wasn’t experienced enough to take the whole thing without choking and gagging. I’ve found out since then that big-dicked studs like John like to hear me choke and gag while they’re fucking my face. And I’ll do anything to make studs happy … well, almost anything.  John grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands and continued to fuck his fat cock in and out of my sucking mouth. By that point, my dick was rock hard again. I loved the way he was taking control of me and using me for his pleasure. It was really hot in the steam room, and the sweat was pouring off of both of us. I could feel his perspiration dripping onto me as he continued to pound in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, held my head still, and with an intense grunt, started unloading the contents of his balls into my mouth. The thick cream kept coming and coming. It filled my mouth completely. When I couldn’t hold any more, I knew my only option  was to swallow it.  After John was completely drained, he pulled me back up onto the bench beside him and told me what a good little cocksucker I was. His was the first cock I had ever sucked, but I knew, even then and there, that it wouldn’t be the last! Pumping with Grandpa by Jimmy Pierce Grandpa and I have been messing around together for a while. It all started when I went to visit him on spring break a few years ago. I hadn’t seen Grandpa since he retired to Florida when I was just a 68 • Pumping with Grandpa little kid. Mom and Dad thought it would be a good idea for us to get reacquainted, and I was looking forward to spending time with him in the warm Florida climate.  When the plane landed, I couldn’t wait to get off it. As happy as I  was to see my grandpa, I was even happier to see the men’s room. I told Grandpa that I had to pee really bad, and he showed me where the closest restroom was. “I wouldn’t mind draining the lizard a little bit, myself,” he said as he followed me inside. I hadn’t really been planning to check my grandpa out. It just kind of happened. I glanced over as we were both pissing, and I couldn’t help but notice how thick his cock was. It was the fattest one I had ever seen. At first I wondered if that was just something that happened as a guy got older, but then I remembered that I had seen Mr. Willis’ cock in the boy’s room at school (I actually had planned to check him out). He must have been close to the same age as Grandpa, but his cock was nowhere near as fat. It was a good thing I had just about f inished peeing when I looked over and saw Grandpa’s cock, because I started boning up something fierce. I hurriedly tucked my dick back in my pants and watched as he shook the last few golden drops from his big wiener. I realized he had been watching me staring at him when he gave me a little smile as he tucked it back in his pants. It made quite a big bulge in his crotch, and I tried to remember if it had always been like that. Surely, even as a little kid, I would have noticed something like that. The first few hours of our visit were perfectly normal and just what I  would have expected. Grandpa asked me about school and how I was getting along with my parents and my older sister, and did I like the guy she’d gotten married to; the kind of stuff relatives always ask. But that night at dinner, things started to get a little more interesting. Grandpa had taken a shower before dinner, and he came down to eat in just some loose fitting sweatshorts. Well … they weren’t loose fitting everywhere. His crotch was packed kind of full. He had a glass top table in the kitchen, where we were eating, and I kept trying to steal glances at his big package.  About halfway through dinner, out of the blue, he said with a laugh, “Jimmy, you certainly seem to be interested in what I’ve got between my legs!” Pumping with Grandpa• 69 I looked up at him and felt my face heat up and turn bright red. “Sorry, Grandpa,” I said. “I didn’t mean to ….” “That’s all right, son,” he said. “I’m not gonna pretend I don’t know  why you’re looking. Guess it is somewhat of an eye catcher, isn’t it?” His attitude kind of put me at ease. “Yeah, it really is,” I told him. “And Grandpa, it’s so fat!” Grandpa laughed again. “That’s because I pump it, boy.” “You pump it? You mean it got that fat just because you jack off?” “No, son. I pump it with a cock pump; a vacuum cylinder.” I’d never heard of anything like that before. “What do you mean?” “You clear away the dishes and meet me in my study. I’ll teach you all about it.” I had the table cleared in no time. When I got to Grandpa’s study, he was naked and had put in a video of a bunch of guys having sex  with each other out by a swimming pool. “You need to get naked, too, Jimmy, if you’re gonna learn about stuff like this.” I was a little embarrassed about my stiffy, but I got naked anyway.  When I looked back over at Grandpa, he had set up set out several clear cylinders and something that looked kind of like a pistol with a gauge on top of it. He held the pistol thing up and said, “This is the pump.” Then he pointed to the cylinders. “Your cock goes in there.” He grabbed the biggest cylinder and attached it to the pump with a clear plastic hose. “Gotta lube your stick up first. It helps make a good seal,” he said, grabbing a jar of something slick-looking. As he spread it all over his cock, balls and crotch, he started getting hard. I  was really amazed at the size of his thing. It wasn’t that it was really long, but it was so thick he could just barely fit one had around it. Then he slipped his dick into the cylinder and started pulling the trigger on the pump. As the suction increased in the cylinder, it clung onto his crotch and I could see his wiener getting bigger and bigger inside it. “Wow, Grandpa!” I said breathlessly. “Will mine get that big?” “Not right away, son. You gotta work on it for quite a while to get it this fat. I had to work my way through all those tubes before I got this big.” Grandpa handed me the smallest tube and said, “Let’s give you a turn so you can see what it feels like.” He wrapped a leather thong around 70 • Pumping with Grandpa his cock and tied it off before removing his cylinder. His cock stayed just as big and hard as it was inside the tube. Grandpa attached the pump to the smaller tube, dipped his hand in the slick stuff and rubbed it around on my dick. It felt really good. Then standing up, he gave my shoulder a pat and said, “Go on, Jimmy. Give it a shot. Did  you see how to work the pump?” I nodded as I inserted my cock into the clear tube. I gave the pump a squeeze and immediately felt the suction on my dick. After three or four pumps, Pumping with Grandpa• 71 it kind of started to hurt, but not in a really bad way. It started to feel like my dick was going to explode, but I kind of liked the feeling of the pressure.  When I looked down at it, my cock was bigger than it had ever been. “How’s that feel, baby?” Grandpa asked me. “Great,” I said. “I like it.” “Should we tie you off so you can bring your dick outta there and play with it.” I nodded my head eagerly, and Grandpa found another leather thong to tie around the base of my wiener. When he released the pressure and pulled the tube off my cock, it felt kind of strange to wrap my hand around it. It almost felt like someone else’s cock. “Feel good to play with it, baby?” he asked me. “Oh, yeah, Grandpa,” I said. My voice sounded shaky. “Why don’t you touch Grandpa’s fat, pumped up cock and see what that feels like.” I hadn’t thought about doing that, but when he mentioned it, I started to feel all tingly inside. Keeping one hand on my own prick, I reached out and wrapped as much of my other hand as I could around Grandpa’s thick rod. When I touched him he moaned and shuddered a little bit. “Fuck yeah, boy! Stroke Grandpa’s big wienie. Give that fat fucker a squeeze. Oooh, come on, son. Pull the cum outta me. Pull the load up outta my nuts!” Grandpa’s dirty talk was really getting to me, and before I knew it  was going to happen, I was shooting my own spunk. 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