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It was Wednesday afternoon and I headed for Millie’s Porch, the nearbycaf’ where a bunch of us old, retired geezers liked to hang out. I’d grownup with Fred, Marvin, Phil, and Aaron. Now that we were old, retired,and not much use to anyone, we liked to take the corner booth atMillie’s and talk. Every day by the time we finally break up, we have theworld’s problems solved, and know whom each of the grandkids oughtto marry.Today Fred was going on about how his grandson, Henry, hadgotten laid off in Kansas City and was going to be coming home to helphis dad with the farm.’He doesn’t want to live with his folks, though,’ he sighed.’Don’t blame him,’ Phil remarked. ‘That son of yours would be hardto live with.”Yeah, I guess you’re right,’ Fred sighed. ‘My boy does have atemper. I can’t quite figure out why Henry doesn’t stay in the city andfind another job. He’s only been there a year since leaving school.”Maybe he doesn’t like the city,’ Aaron said.’I suppose. Anyway, do any of you know of a place he could rent’?Everyone was silent until I piped up. ‘With the missus gone, I’ve gotplenty of spare room. I could let him a room if he didn’t mind.”Why, that’d be great,’ Fred said. ‘Henry’s not like his father. He’sa kind, gentle boy. I know he’d make a good tenant.”Just tell him to call me,’ I said.The truth be known, I was a bit lonely living alone now. Martha passedaway over a year ago, and I wasn’t used to being alone so much. Andbesides, I’d seen Fred’s wanger a time or two, and if his grandson wasanything like his grandad, I figured I could sneak a good peek or twoat a hefty piece of meat from time to time. Call me cheap or shallow ifyou will, but by the time you live as many years as I do, you realize thatmost of what passes for high-minded thinking is just crap. You can bein the most lovely church, listening to the holiest sermon, delivered bythe most saintly priest, but what all the men are thinking about,including the priest is what pussy or dick they’d like to get their handson next.So anyway, that’s how young Henry came to stay with me. I let himhave the bedroom at the end of the hall so that he’d have to pass by mybedroom to get to the bathroom.Like Fred said, he was a kind and gentle kid, a bit shy maybe, but verynice. He wasn’t too bashful though. The first night he was there I sawhim traipse down the hall in just his jockeys as he made his way to thebathroom. Fred certainly had passed his genes down ’cause that basketof his was nice and full. Immediately I began to scheme how I could getmy hands on it.I learned quite late in life that chewing down on a man’s cock or lickingbutt was a wonderful way to pass time. Our kids were already grownand gone when a lonely, horny trucker showed me a whole new angleon life. Martha and I were on a trip to Arizona when we stopped lateat night at a lonely truck stop outside Boulder, Colorado.When I went into the rest room, it was empty. But as soon as Iwhipped out my pisser this trucker came in and took the urinal right nextto me. There were plenty of other spots and I thought it strange that hewould stand right next to me. Weirder still, he just pulled out his pisserand let it hang.Then I caught him looking at me, especially when I finished and wasshaking it dry. I looked over and he was gently squeezing the base of hiscockhead. He caught my eye.It all seemed very strange to me and yet all of a sudden my heart waspounding like it hadn’t in years. I found it hard that a hunky, young truckerwould come on to an old man like me. What could I do? Before Icould decide my dick shot straight up.As soon as the trucker saw I was interested, he was on his knees suckingon it. Martha had never even kissed me down there, so man was it evera treat for me. That trucker pulled down my trousers and felt all overmy ass and pulled on my ass while he sucked my raging hardon.I kept thinking that Martha must be waiting for me, but I couldn’t pullmy dick out of that trucker’s face until I finally unloaded a hefty waddown his throat. He drank every drop and then he stood up, his hardcock waving in front of him.I touched it and felt it. I was ready to give it a try myself, when we heardthe door open. The trucker quickly tucked his boner into his jeans andhid in a stall. I left the rest room as quickly as I could.Martha never suspected anything. She hadn’t even noticed I had beengone longer than usual. It wasn’t longer than ten minutes, but itcertainly changed my life.So now I had this youngster living with me. How could I but wonderif he might not be open to having some fun. I just hoped that hewouldn’t be put off by an old man like me.The next morning I woke up before young Henry. I headed to the bathroombuck naked. When I lived with Martha, being naked was not anoption, but soon after she passed away, I took to sleeping naked and walkingabout without a stitch of clothing on. I loved the free feeling it gave me.I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and then walked naked to thekitchen. When I passed young Henry’s bedroom the door was open afew inches. I peeked in and saw him sleeping. He was on his stomach.His shoulders were exposed and I was delighted to see that he wasn’twearing any pajamas. I opened the door a bit more and saw his clothesneatly folded on a chair. His jockeys were in plain view, so I figured thatyoung Henry must be sleeping naked. Knowing that gave my balls a goodfeeling and I went into the kitchen to make coffee and read the morningpaper.I sat so I could look down the hall in case young Henry woke up. Abouthalf an hour later, I heard him stirring. I waited patiently and was sodelighted when I saw him step out into the hallway. He was naked as ajay bird. He yawned and stretched, and then he turned and headed downthe hall to the bathroom.For a brief moment I got to see a nice, hefty, soft tube hanging overa pair of sizeable nuts. And the view of his butt made my cock swell withexcitement.I wondered what old Fred would think if he knew he had entrustedhis grandson to a lecherous old man like me.Young Henry entered the bathroom and closed the door. I heard theshower running and went back to reading the paper. Later when I heardthe shower stop I moved my chair so that when young Henry came outof the bathroom he would see my naked body.When I heard the bathroom door open, I waited a moment or two beforeI turned to greet young Henry. By the time I turned he was two thirdsof the way down the hallway.’Morning, Henry,’ I called out. ‘Care for some coffee’? I asked.He was a bit startled at being caught naked in the hallway and evenmore surprised that I was in the buff as well.’Uh, sure,’ he said. He hesitated in front of his bedroom. It was clearhe was deciding whether to step in to put something on. But he only pauseda brief moment before coming to the kitchen. I relished the sight of hisnaked body coming toward me, especially the view of his tube swingingfrom side to side as he approached.I tried not to stare too much, but what could I do?I got up to pour young Henry a cup of coffee. We stood in the kitchendrinking coffee and talking about nothing in particular. My cockstarted to swell and I tried to get it to go down, but it kept getting harderand harder. I was afraid Henry would get scared and leave. But he seemedquite relaxed about it all. In fact it was obvious that his cock wasstarting to swell, too.As his dick stiffened, mine started to throb. Soon we were standingthere looking at each other’s stiff boner. We both laughed and then I steppedup to him and took hold of his balls. He didn’t resist. I slipped my fingersaround his shaft and then traced the smooth sides of his shaft up to histhick, big head.It was already sticky on top and before he could object, I was on myknees. I only wished I could have done this before he showered so I couldhave enjoyed its full, natural aroma.Young Henry gasped when I licked his sticky pisshole. He grasped holdof the kitchen counter with his hands to steady himself as I guided hisjuicy dick into my mouth.The taste of Fred’s grandson’s pecker was so good. It was every bitas juicy as I imagined. It would be hard looking at Fred and keeping astraight face now that I had sucked his grandson’s cock.I pumped away on my dick while I sucked on young Henry’s pole. Aftera few minutes I pulled off his dick to taste his nuts and then his ass. Heloved it when I turned him around so I could spread those butt cheeksof his and work my tongue into his hole. His whole body shook whenI slid my tongue into his tight, little asshole.When I turned him around to finish him off, his cock was drippinglike a honey stick. Strands of thick, gooey precum hung from the tip ofhis cockhead. I gobbled them all off before swallowing every inch of hishardon.His dick was getting harder and harder in my mouth. The expectationof getting a mouthful of young cream drove me wild and I shot aload all over the tile floor.I was rewarded with a thick, rich load of ooze moments later. It wasall over much too soon.After drinking it all down, I had to pull off to catch my breath. I stumbledonto a chair to relax. Young Henry saw the puddle of cum I hadleft on the floor. He went down on all fours and lapped it up like a puppydog.When he stood up I spanked him on the butt.’Where’d you learn to do that’? I asked him.’Uncle Joe always made me do that when he’d cream on the floor,’he told me.’Oh,’ I said.I was about to ask him about his Uncle Joe but he saw the clock andsaid, ‘Geez, it’s eight-thirty. I better get going or Dad’s going to be mad.’He dashed off to his room, quickly dressed, and ran out.’See you later, gramps!’ he yelled as he hopped into his pickup andsped off to his dad’s farm.

My Daddy Ad

admin — Sun, 10 Apr 2011 04:58:25 +0000

I was as nervous as I was excited when I e-mailed my personal ad in.
But it was free and just writing it made me horny. My dick got hard in
my jeans with every word I wrote. The buzz I felt in my stiff dick
made me really horny. I was so hot and bothered that pre-cum wet my
pubic hair and made my stomach sticky. A dozen times I had to adjust
my prong in my pants, but I only got more excited. Just imagining what
the handsome men reading my ad might look like aroused me. Would
anyone answer? Would they be like the man in my dreams?
I saw in my mind a dozen hairy Daddies in all assorted states of undress.
But there is one in particular I began to focus on: a man in a suit, a pinstripe
suit. He”s jerking his joint. It”s poking out eight inches in front of his zipper.
Long pubic hairs fly out of his pants. They curl out in front of his boxers.
His right hand has a grip on his huge piece of meat while his face is buried
in this magazine. His wingtip shoes and rep tie remind me he”s rushed
in to read the ‘Personals” before even shedding his clothes. An open briefcase
full of legal papers sits on a nearby table. Inside it a zippered compartment
hides his favorite X-rated magazine. Inside that are graphic
photos of one guy who is as butch as he is. He”s with another who looks
just like me. He”s cum all over those photos a dozen times, especially the
ones on the last pages. Late at night after he’s reread those legal papers
he lies on his bed with a big pillow beside him holding up the magazine
while he’s jerking off. He’s glued to the 69 shots and the blow job
close-ups.
He dreams of a ‘boy’ like me who’ll suck on his dick for hours. He and
I share a fantasy: ‘Kiss me, son. Yeah! You kiss real nice. Now suck my
tits! Oh, you like my hairy chest, don’t you, boy? That’s it, chew on ‘em!
Suck ‘em real hard. Oh yeah, that feels awfully good. O.K. Daddy wants
you to lick his underarms. Yeah! That’s it. Lick long and slow. Umm! Grab
those moist hairs in your mouth. Oh, just like that. Ha, now you’re ticklin’
me, boy! Hey, where’s your tongue going now? I think it’s going down
on this rod! Uh, huh! Don’t you think it’s about time you go down on
me, boy? Yeah, come on, get down on it. I know it’s big, but you can take
it. No more playing around and staring at it. I know you want it.
Double fisting is fun, boy, but it’s time to use your tongue. Toying
with my balls is fun, too, I know. Hey! Your tongue is wandering, boy.
All right, you can lick my balls. Oh yeah, suck on ‘em. Yo! Where’s your
tongue going now? Oh, that feels hot. Don’t get lost down there, boy,
I know it’s hot and sweaty. Come on, get back up here.
Well, sometime soon, son. My meat’s waitin’ on you.
Yes, I’m horny, you little rascal. Now, lick my cock head! See all that ooze?
Slick and wet, like your mouth is going to make the whole thing. Nice
and slow, son. Just like that.’
He goes on. ‘Show me that tongue! Lap my thing. Ah, up the underside.
Slowly. Oh, yeah, ohhh! And all around. Ahh, go down on it, easy
now. Over the crown. Take it all. Down the shaft. Whew! Down some
more. You got quite a few more inches to go, boy! Come on. Right to the
base. Uh huh. Uh huh. That’s it. Hold it there. Umph! Umph!’ Holding
the back of my head he rotates his hips and thrusts his meat deep in my
throat hard. ‘Every inch of it, son. Lick all around, too. Now, use
your whole mouth again.’ He loves it! His thrusts come hard and fast
while he holds my head in his tight grip. And naturally, I love it! My hands
roam his hairy body while his hands grab my hair. ‘My cock’s throbbing
for you. Feel it pulse’? I’m moaning uncontrollably. He’s moaning
even louder. ‘That’s right, play with my nipples while you do that. Uh
huh. Pull on my balls. You can pull them harder. Harder! Hey! Your fingers
do like to explore, don’t they, you nasty boy. Well, if it didn’t feel so damn
good I’d swear you were fixing to fuck me, boy. What then do you think
I have in mind for this hot cock you’re sucking’? This fantasy, I’ll
never forget.
‘My cock’s growing impatient, son.’ Growing is right! His thrusts come
even harder. He can’t help himself. He’s on his way to cumming. His
curly pubic hairs run wild in my face. Sweat drips from everywhere. It
flies from his hair ‘ from his head, and chest, and underarms. It
gathers in his pubic hair and the hairs that run up the center of his ass.
He’s covered in sweat. He smells of sweat. My nostrils fill with the smell
of him. Oh, Daddy, I’ll never forget this either!
Slowly, his chin rises towards the ceiling. His eyes close real tight. His
cock bucks up. It’s straining in my mouth. He plunges deep then lifts
on his toes. He’s about to blow!
‘AHHHUUGGGHHH!!!’ he cries out powerfully. His balls tighten
up, then tense in his crotch. His manhole spasms rapidly. When I feel
the cum run up his tube I’m struck by the same feeling. My balls knot
up. Jizz fills my joint. I’M CUMMMMMING!!
‘OHHEEEEAAHHH!!!’ It’s simultaneous! Streams of what seems endless
spurts rocket through us. I’m swallowing as fast as I can. ‘Eat it, son.
Eat up!’ The most extraordinary sensations run through our bodies. We’re
orgasming together!
‘MMMPPPHHH!!’ I moan frantically as Daddy fills my mouth
with his thick and hot creamy jism. Rich, tangy, and strong, this stuff
is! I’m overcome while in heaven. My eyes glaze over. I sweat right through.
My body shakes. I lose control!
First, he humps four times fast, then four times more slowly. I’m humping,
too, with my fist tight around my boy cock while it lets loose its torrent
of pent-up desire. As he wraps my head tightly in his arms, clutching and
hunching over me he thrusts his last attacks into my overflowing
grateful mouth. Finally, he realizes I’ve washed his thighs with my own
young juices. In his pubic hair and on his balls, too, even under them
to the rim of his asshole he feels the warmth and the stickiness of my jizz
as it drips from the hairs on his strong thighs.
BZZZZ! What? Oh! It’s the door. And the mailman. O.K. Pull myself
together. Back to reality. How many days has it been since my ad first
appeared? 30, to be exact, and I’ve already gotten an incredible number
of responses. I e-mail the magazine and they forward the letters from
guys who have written and sent their photo. I haven’t yet been disappointed
although none of these great guys lives within a hundred miles
of me. I can write, of course, and maybe visit someday, but I would love
to have ‘the man of my dreams’ come to my door today ‘ TODAY! (I’m
a horny boy.)
‘Hello. I have the mail for you.’ I’m stunned. He’s the male for me.
This guy is gorgeous. I’m shocked. I drop everything he hands me. ‘Oh,
I’m sorry,’ he says politely.
‘Excuse me,’ I say, flustered as I pick up all I’ve dropped. ‘You’re
new,’ and then I drop it all again as he looks into my eyes. ‘You’re gorgeous,’
I think to myself as he smiles. A handsome face, incredibly handsome,
rugged, five o’clock shadow, stray hairs poking out of the top of his shirt,
a great build, tight pants. ‘Daddy!’ I think. His cock is clearly outlined
in his uniform pants. What’s happened at the U. S. Postal Service? Is
this guy not the Daddy I advertised for, come to my door? Oh! ‘Cum’
is the word!
‘Can I help you with that’? he offers, as I pick up all my mail again.
We rise slowly together as he puts it all in my hands. I fumble as I look
down his shirt and see the curly hairs at the top of his chest. Some magazines
slip away and he grabs them for me as they slide into my crotch.
Did he just feel me up? My dick and balls feel a twitch as I swear his hands
groped them. I hope so. I’d love to grope him.
‘Would you like to come in’? I get out the words practically caught
in my throat. He nods O.K. as if I might need a hand. I’ve sweated through
my clothes in the seconds since I’ve seen him. My cock strains against
my pants. I’m sure he’s noticed.
As we set the letters and magazines down on the table he asks, ‘Will
you be all right’?
He looks so perfect. I thumb through the mail as he straightens up
to go, but he unbuttons the top two buttons on his uniform. I’m excited
as hell, but I find it curious that I’m distracted by the mail. I’m also reading
the return addresses on various envelopes. Then I see it, an envelope
from the magazine and I tear into it without thinking. The mailman, hunk
that he is, nods as he steps backwards and he’s lets himself out saying,
‘I’ll see you soon again. Hope there’s something there you want,’
referring to my mail.
I rip through the large envelope. There’s a long one page letter and
underneath a photograph. I’m so engrossed in the letter, I don’t even
look at the photo at first.
Dear Son, (He called me ‘Son’!)
I saw your ad. I am your Daddy. I’m told I’m handsome and well
built. I have a hairy chest. My ass is very hairy ‘ I hope you like that.
I like to be kissed and licked all over. I especially like to get sucked off
and I love to get rimmed. Your tongue in my armpits and around my
nipples would be hot. You can bite my tits as hard as you like. You can
finger fuck me, and although your ad didn’t say it if you’d like to fuck
me I’m a Dad who does that. I love 69ing and would love to rim you.
If you want me to fuck you I’m up to the job. After all, I’m your Daddy,
My Daddy Ad ‘ 11
and I’ll take care of you. I wear a uniform all day and I’ll wear it for you.
If you like men in uniforms I have quite a few. Most of them are for play,
but sex play is what I’m after and I want to play with you. Answer me
as soon as you can, I am so hot and horny for my boy, I’m ready to cum.
I’ve included my nude photograph, as you required, now I’d like to see
you ‘ nude.
With all the love a Daddy can give to his Son,
Sincerely,
Box 10 ‘ Yes, 10.
What a letter! What a hot fucking letter! I lifted the letter to look at
the photograph hoping it was as good as the letter. It was the mailman.
The mailman!!! ‘Hey, wait!’
I ran to the door and opened it and there he stood, his hand on his
crotch.
‘Hello, Son,’ he smiled, then winked and groped himself.
I looked at his hot naked photo then back at him. The photo was a full
frontal nude taken straight up from his crotch with his hands on his hips.
His cock and balls practically covered the whole frame. I smiled when
I greeted, ‘Daddy!’
He stepped forward across the threshold. After I pushed the door closed,
I wrapped my right hand around his neck and my left hand around his
ass. I drew him close and french kissed him. ‘Mmm,’ I moaned. He did,
too. Was there ever a kiss I wanted more? I ground my crotch into his
and noticed how he was nicely bigger than me, and as his ad had
attested, he was well built, but natural ‘ the man next door. This
Daddy, the man of my dreams, however, lived in my town. I looked into
his handsome face while he kissed me, his eyes closed. ‘What long lashes
you have, Daddy,’ I thought.
As I felt his cock through his pants and it rubbed against mine I went
on, ‘What a long cock you have, Daddy. And thick, too.’ I was sure. It
sure made an impression on his pants. So did his balls. Boy, his pants
fit tight! ‘What a nice round firm ass,’ I went on in my head amusing
myself squeezing his flesh through his uniform.
‘The better to keep my Boy happy,’ he responded as if he knew exactly
what I was thinking. He wiggled his ass and I mine as he squeezed my
globes with both hands.
‘What’s your name’? I asked when we breathed between kisses.
‘You can call me Daddy,’ he said slyly, rubbing his chest across mine.
Another two buttons had by themselves come undone so I looked
down to see how hairy his chest was in person and how firm and
round his pecs. He was just perfect. He was built like the man in my dreams,
the one in the suit, and he had the same amount of body hair, but he
was younger. His hair color was completely different. Both men were
ideal. In fact, although all the men who sent me their photo excited me,
only the mailman ‘delivered’.
‘You know my name. It’s on this envelope. But, what’s yours’? I asked
again.
‘Well, you can call me Box 10, if you like,’ he eluded my question again.
‘Box 10? Box 10,’ I repeated thinking it over. Then I felt his prick poke
into my thighs with a pulse and I glanced at his photo. I leaned over and
looked straight into his crotch. ’10 is right, I imagine. It looks like 10
to me,’ I flattered him. I couldn’t be far off.
‘Thank you, from your Daddy,’ he grinned and hugged me close again.
‘Would you like to ‘read’ it’? he asked, playing with words. ‘Go ahead,
open the ‘male’ slot and pull it out. The head of his zipper was leaning
out with a half inch open already. His hand went to the back of my head
and as I kneeled, my teeth clinched the zipper pull.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had a strong scent. My nose
snuck into his open fly and I sniffed as I felt his tight curly pubic hairs
escape. ‘Go on! ‘Read’ your mail.’ Of course that meant ‘male’. I
couldn’t imagine a sexier man. I was so excited to see and feel his
cock, my own cock dripped pre-cum staining my pants.
All of a sudden his erection flew from his uniform and sprang straight
out horizontal. Somewhere between, ‘It’s mine!’ and ‘I want it!’ I
thought ‘a 10′, for sure! He was huge. A great big, thick juicy and yes,
gorgeous, dick! A DICK! It was awesome! I was wild about it. Seeing it.
Smelling it. Licking it, which I did from the slit at the tip, right away.
It bucked up suddenly several inches, pointed at the ceiling before
coming down, and then flew up several times fast before pointing in front
of my eyes straight out. I ran my eyes along its length taking in every
fleshy inch. The head was smooth and round and curved beautifully.
Delicious. My tongue touched every surface of his joint from that
incredible head to the thick jerking base.
As promised, once I unbuckled his pants and slid his pants down his
hairy thighs, I licked and sucked on his oblong balls feeling the hairs against
my very sensitive tongue. He got weak in the knees when I took his balls
in my mouth. I couldn’t capture them both so I sucked on them one at
a time. When I licked the underside of his prick from the base of his tube
to the tip he put his hands on the top of his ass and humped.
‘Daddy’ looked as sexy as a man gets from my crotch-eye’s view with
his trousers hanging below his knees and his shirt, at last, unbuttoned.
‘What a chest,’ I thought. Michelangelo never could have put a hairy
chest to marble. The real thing cannot be duplicated. Those tits. His abs.
And his bushy pubic hair. The low hangers, his balls. Yum! Real men
are edible. Daddy was a whole meal: the main course, dessert, and nuts,
all at once. His nuts swung heavily above my eyes.
‘How did you get my address? I’m just Box 69,’ I asked while I sat
on the floor looking up at him like the photo.
‘I usually sort mail at the post office. And I subscribe to the magazine,
too. I saw your ad and figured it out. In the last four weeks you suddenly
get this huge volume of letters all saying, ‘Do Not Bend. Photo Inside.
Return address: Box 69′. And I live in this town. So why not deliver my
answer in person’? He paused, ‘Do you mind’?
My answer: I swallowed his whole cock immediately. ‘Ahhhhhh!’ he
moaned. He got the message. It wasn’t easy swallowing his whole
cock. When he started thrusting I nearly gagged. But I loved it. Juicy.
His cock was juicy. I must have sucked him off in that position for half
an hour. We ended up on the floor 69ing for another half hour. I
couldn’t get enough of him. When my eyes were closed he seemed like
the man in the suit from my fantasy. When my eyes were open I knew
he was my fantasy. Was I his? I guess so. He stripped me bare and sucked
me off and licked me all over. He covered my body with his tongue, and
I his.
I have to tell you I rimmed him. And I was all over him. I licked him
everywhere. He was hot, moist and hairy. Daddy had just the right amount
of body hair. His ass was a treat. I ate him out just like I wanted to. A
hot manly Daddy that lets you lick his bottom, that loves your tongue
in the most sensitive places, that enjoys your face in his crevice, playing
in his furrow and thanking him for it ‘ that is a Daddy to hold onto.
That he enjoyed my tongue everywhere was phenomenal: lapping up
his underarms, stroking across his mighty chest, licking at his nipples
and taking them between my teeth. Kissing his face and nuzzling in his
chest, Daddy proved to be my fantasy for real.
When I was lying on my back and he was on his knees his balls in my
mouth I could look straight up at him. He put on his cap. ‘I have a special
delivery for you,’ he said as he began jerking his joint in earnest. He rocked
back and forth as it came on. His fist moved fast and furious up and down
his thick meat. My tongue licked under the base of it and all around inbetween
jerks. I watched as he got lost in his lust and built up to an orgasm
I had waited so long to see come.
Cum, he did, ‘Oh, Oh! OH! OHHHHHEEEEWWWWWWHHHH!!!’
He humped across my tongue laying a load of stamp licking jizz across
my face. I watched his whole body quake. I saw his tits shake, his
nipples still tempting me. I saw his handsome face squint. He was at the
point of no return and loving it. I reveled in his heaving balls and
spurting manmeat as he unleashed his male bags of strong smelling, gooey,
cloudy white syrupy jizz in long streaks across my face. ‘OH! OHh! OHhh!’
he heaved.
‘Daddy, I’M CUMMMMMING!’ I yelled, too, as I shot a load of far
reaching cream against his back and on his hairy ass. My cream
dripped down his arching back and disappeared between the crevice of
his cheeks. I felt it drip from the back of his hairy balls and I knew it clung
to his throbbing asshole. I would fuck him next and he me after we recovered.
After several long breaths and some relaxation he began, ‘Neither
rain, nor sleet ‘.’
‘ nor gloom of night,’ I continued, ‘will stay these couriers from
their appointed tasks.’ I licked one last milky drop off the seeping slit
at the end of his ever-hard dick.
‘Thank you, Daddy.’
‘Thank you, Son,’ he replied and kissed me.
‘

By Peter

High In The Sky

admin — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 05:35:11 +0000

I had a friend who was a flight attendant, and he was always tellingme hot stories about the sex he has with pilots and crew members thatwork for the airlines. He says he is open about his sexuality and getsoffers you wouldn’t believe. I just listen and it makes me horny as hell,but I tell him he must be making this stuff up. No matter ‘ the taleshe tells make for hot fantasies. Before I know it, my cock is stiff andvery soon we are in each other pants and end up doing a great sixtyninetogether. We have been sex buddies for a long time now, and I lovehis stories and always come back for more.I guess Mark got tired of my doubting his adventures and alwaysthinking he was making them up. I had a trip coming up to a conventionin Chicago and booked a flight with the airline that Mark workedfor. After sharing my schedule with him, he arranged to be on duty asan attendant on the very same flight. I thought this was really cool tobe taking the same flight that Mark was working. It would be fun, knowinghe would be flirting with me. We talked on the phone regularly aboutit, and he said he would be sure and take good care of me. I laughedand told him we couldn’t do that kind of stuff in full view of theother passengers. He just laughed and said, ‘You’ll be surprised!’I was excited when the day arrived for my flight to Chicago. Marksaid he would see me aboard the flight, so I was surprised that he appearedat the check in counter. He stepped in and offered to upgrade my flightto first class. What a sweet guy and a good friend. He also did it becausehe was working the first class section on the flight we were taking.He pampered me and kept giving me special attention and those tell-tale looks that guys give when they want you to see someone or somethingthat they have to share with you. There were, of course, acouple of men worth checking out. One elegantly dressed businessmanwas just opposite me. I had an aisle seat and couldn’t helptaking in the obvious bulge growing in his crotch, as he slept and dreamt.Naturally Mark pointed him out to me, with a quiet whisper in my ear,as he passed me on the aisle. I was trying to behave myself because therewas another passenger in the window seat beside me, but he had driftedoff after we had a snack.When things quieted down for Mark, he came and squatted in theaisle to chat with me. He said he would be right back and headed tothe galley. I saw him enter the cockpit and close the door. He was inthere for what seemed several long minutes. As he came out he lookedright at me, giving me one of his devilish grins. Walking down the aislehe bent down and asked if I would like to visit the cockpit, and see allthe instruments. ‘Sure, ‘ are you serious’? I replied.He led me up front and took me inside the cockpit. Holding the doormostly closed behind us, he introduced me to the pilot and co-pilot,Jeff and Troy. The senior pilot Jeff was probably in his fifties and a veryhandsome man. Greying at the temples, he displayed very hairy forearms,and had a wonderful smile that made me melt. His co-pilot Troy,appeared to be no more than his late thirties, and was slender and handsome,with an appealing look of dark skin and dark hair. He, too, gaveme a welcoming smile.Mark sidled up to me and said in a very low voice, ‘Have a good timewith their instruments, buddy. I hope you don’t mind that I warmedthem up for you.’ He turned and scooted out the cabin door, closingit behind him. My attention was brought back to the pilots, when Troysaid, ‘Mark said you would be interested in our instruments.’ He turnedslightly and I could see his full blown hardon sticking out of hisuniform pants. My jaw must have dropped a mile as I stood staring athis exposed, rigid erection. It was dark and fairly long, and looked likeit was wet.Suddenly I realized what Mark had meant about by warming themup! He had obviously been giving them head, getting them primed forme to come in. So this was his big surprise. Leave it up to that fuckingMark, to prove his point, knowing that I had always just thought hewas making up these stories. My eyes darted over to the captain on myleft, as he turned smiling at me, also exposing a thick, semi-hard cock,lying against the material of his right pants leg. His cock was uncut witha generous amount of foreskin. My mouth salivated at the thought ofsucking both these hunky pilots, while we were flying at some 30 thousandfeet above the ground, and the plane of full of unsuspecting passengers.At this point I didn’t care that Mark had set me up. I moved inclose to Todd, the co-pilot. He wrapped an arm around my lower body,rubbing the backs of my legs and my thighs.He was stroking his gorgeous dick, making precum leak from his big,bulbous dickhead.I let him undo my jeans and remove my throbbing meat. His handmassaged my stiff erection as Jeff watched us. I soon sank to myknees, and took Todd’s dick in my hand. After sizing it up for only acouple of seconds, I lowered my head and took that delicious looking cockbetween my lips. His hand rested on my shoulders as he turnedeven more, giving me better access to blow him. ‘Suck him good,’ Iheard the captain say, as I felt his hand rest on the back of my head, forcingmy face and mouth down on his co-pilot’s p u l s i n g r a m r o d .And that’s what it felt like as Todd raised andlowered his hips and butt, face fucking me while his buddy-pilotwatched us. I could hear the roar of the engines and still above thatcould make out the sound of Jeff jacking his thick, uncut, man-meat.Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! Jeff removed his handfrom my head, and I came up for air, looking over to see him slap thatbig cock against the palm of his other hand. Smack, smack, the soundsent shivers though my body and my mouth drooled to get a taste ofhis daddy-cock.I turned on my knees and looking up got Jeff’s lustful approving look.I dived for the thick shaft that he held out, with the shriveled foreskinstretching far beyond the actual head of his shaft.It was wet with precum and I immediately licked it, lapping up thejuices and smelling the heady aroma of uncut cock. Jeff’s handswrapped around my ears and pulled me onto his throbbing fuckshaft.’Suck daddy’s cock, boy!’ I heard him command. I obeyed and swallowedas much as I could take, feeling it hit the back of my throat. Bynow Troy was jacking me off with one hand as he stroked his own dickwith the other, taking in the sight of me blowing Jeff.I was nibbling at Jeff’s soft foreskin and trying hard to stick my tonguebetween the sensitive cockhead and pliable foreskin. The Captain hadhis own idea of what he wanted. He forced my head down, raising hisbutt and making me swallow the thick, veined shaft. He drove itstraight into my throat. I could feel his foreskin slide back, as the slickcockhead entered my tight gullet. Within seconds he began to shudderand his cockhead was pulsing. He released his spent-up cum load inthe confines of my throat, as my contracting throat muscles milked outhis man-cream. Moans of ecstacy could be heard above the normalsounds inside the cockpit.Responding to the feel of his load spilling inside of me, and the touchof Troy’s hand fisting my dick, I let loose with a stream of hot jizz, notknowing where it was going to land, and what kind of mess it was goingto make. As Jeff’s spasm subsided, I pulled off of his spent cock to getair. I licked and swallowed all the leftover jizz I could get, as hepushed his foreskin up over his cockhead. He let me suck up thejuices, as I again nibbled on his loose, tasty foreskin. ‘Ah, shit!’ I heardTroy shout, knowing he was now also cumming. I turned my face justin time to see the first jet of his spray fly from his dickhead, hitting meright in middle of my face. I plunged forward and swallowed hisshooting, quivering shaft, drinking the remainder of his excited cumload.The aroma of both men’s sperm mixed and filled my nostrils, as Ilicked and cleaned Troy’s wet shaft. It still pulsed between my lips, slidingslowly across my tongue, and out of my mouth. I was reluctant to giveit up, as I looked directly at his dark haired bush, and then up into hisappreciative face. I was feeling like this was the most exciting and nastything I had ever done. When his dick popped free of my lips, I lookedover at Jeff’s spent uncut cock nestled in the mix of his grayish, darkbush. Both pilots were starting to smile and soon we all three brokeinto a shared laugh.Troy handed me a napkin from somewhere, and I started to cleanmyself up. Each of them did the same. I’m sure we had Mark tothank for the napkin to clean up, as well. I watched as they each tuckedtheir cocks back inside their uniform pants, and straightened their clothesas if nothing had happened. I did the same, tucking in my shirt, andafter licking my mouth of cum residue, wiped my face clean. Just thenwe heard a tap on the door and Mark peeked in.’Everything satisfactory up here’? he asked with a wide grin,looking at each of us in turn. Mark gave me a quick gropeas he backed out the door. I quickly thanked my twonewly befriended pilots and excused myself, following Mark intothe galley area. He greeted me with, ‘Pretty excitingjob I’ve got somet i m e s , huh’? I gave him a look like,Ok, you don’t have to rub it in. ‘ I believe you now!I went into the rest room, washed up, smiling at myselfin the mirror, still freaked by what had just happened, butthankful for my good friend Mark. I got back into my seat,buckled up, and leaned back closing my eyes, trying toremember every detail. I shook hands with both Jeff andTroy as I disembarked the aircraft, telling Mark I would meet him inthe lounge as soon as he was free. Hopefully he could arrange for meto join him at some of the flight attendants’ parties in the future.

By Glen Lee

Uncle Tony

admin — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 04:44:50 +0000

I wouldn’t suck my cousin’s cock again because he had refused tosuck mine. ‘It’s too ugly and smelly,’ he said. His was a neat little clippedthing and I had taken his slick dick in my mouth, sucking down the smooth,pink shaft, spinning my tongue into the slit. Yet when it was time forhim to reciprocate ‘ he had promised to suck my dick if I sucked hisfirst ‘ when it was his turn, he refused to open his lips. Truly, I likedsucking his cock, a lot. But I knew better than to tell him that. Smallerthan mine and lacking a real cock flavor, still I loved rolling mycousin’s dick in my mouth. Unless he ventured to at least kiss the headof my dick, though, or even lick my balls, I refused to suck his again.’No way am I going to suck your dick again, but you can slip yourdick between my legs,’ I said. The faster he screwed, the hotter his dickgot, like rubbing sticks to make fire. His intent, I knew, was to cum asquickly as possible. I had seen him beat his meat and squirt in fortyfiveseconds. I had to break his frantic rhythm to slow him down. SoI deliberately relaxed my grip on his cock. ‘Leo, wait, my legs arecramping,’ I’d say, reaching down to reinsert his boner between myclenched thighs.When I heard a flutter at the tent flap, that’s what I said, ‘Leo, wait!’But my impatient cousin only cocked his ear for a tenth of a second,missing only a single stroke in his passion, and then continued to moanand hump me. That’s when I rolled my head to find Uncle Tony at thetent flap squatted down with his hand fingering in his jeans watchinghis son pumping me. I froze. Uncle Tony gestured silently, with his indexfinger to his lips, as if to say, ‘Shhhh!’ My cousin’s head was buriedat my neck and shoulder, his mouth aimlessly slobbering me. Lookingback to the tent flap, my Uncle Tony was gone. ‘Leo, wait! Youbetter stop!’ I said.’I can’t. I’m cumming!’ he said. I felt the shocking spill of his hotcum surge between my legs and under my balls. Suddenly the wholetent smelled like fresh jizz. His body spasmed over me, the head of hissticky cock travelled beyond my balls, spreading his runny juice all overmy cock and up on my stomach.’Leo!’ I said, ‘Your dad was here and he saw us. I saw Uncle Tonywatching us!’ Kneeling between my legs, Leo used my jockey shortsto wipe his own dick and belly. He leisurely spread his milky cum aroundon my belly with a hard fingertip, stirring the creamy white puddingin my bellybutton.’I don’t believe you!’ he said, standing up, slipping on his jeans, andexiting to piss.When Uncle Tony drove me home the next morning he left my cousinLeo at home. Tony was not his usual talkative self. When I tried to makesmall talk like, ‘Boy, it’s gonna be a scorcher today,’ he just turnedhis head to look at me for a second, nodding. He was like that for halfan hour until we reached the Division Road.Uncle Tony asked, ‘You have to pee”?No, but I’m in no hurry to get home,’ I said. As he kept one handon the wheel, he moved his right hand down to pinch and scratch hisballs. He looked to find me watching him.He said, ‘We can swim in the river at the levee under the willows,if you want; it’s certainly hot enough to. No one’s ever around there.’I watched him finger the rivets of his fly. He drove onto the unpavedroad and came to a stop under the shadows of the old trees. ‘It’ll becool here,’ he said, ‘and private. No one can see into these big ol’ willows.’I knew Uncle Tony was up to something. I wasn’t entirely sure whathe wanted to do. Thinking I’d be happy to get a good look at his dick’ my cousin Leo said it was ‘really big’ and ‘ugly’ like mine ‘ I thoughtI’d start things off to test his willingness. I said, ‘Maybe we should undressin the car’? I toed off my shoes and unzipped my jeans. I hiked up myass and pulled my jeans and jockeys down to my ankles. Tony watchedmy freed cock crawl and arch, my slow looping prick elongate,wobble, and stand up. ‘Damn,’ I said, ‘Lookit, I’m getting a great bigboner!’ Twisting slightly, spreading my legs, I made my prick bounce.’Are you gonna take off your jeans, Uncle Tony’? I asked.When he opened his fly, he said, ‘You know I saw what you weredoin’ with your cousin Leo last night.’ Humble before him, I let mychin fall to touch my chest. Facing him, looking over to him, I caughtthe motion of his hand yanking back and forth in his white underwear.My prick reared up as hard as it ever gets.’That was Leo’s idea,’ I said. ‘Are you pissed off with me’? Iasked.’No, not really,’ he answered. Uncle Tony worked the elastic waistbandof his jockeys down under his hairy balls, letting his cock standup for me to see. Like mine, his had a soft helmet of moist, velvety foreskinguarding the head. ‘Go ahead,’ he said, ‘you can touch it.’ Heheld it my way, poking it towards me. As I rolled the soft tip of my indexfinger in circles around the opening of his foreskin, Uncle Tonyclosed his eyes and parted his knees. ‘Oh that’s nice,’ he said. Then,as his left hand palmed his big nuts, his right hand came around myshoulder, hugging me, pulling me to lean closer his way, placing myface just an inch from his big dick. He squeezed down the shaft andhis skin peeled back, uncovering the moist head. ‘Go ahead,’ he said,’lick it.’ He dipped his finger into the weepy slit and tasted his ownjuice ‘ good,’ he said. Reaching back to his dick, he daubed anotherclear bead on his finger and offered it to me. He watched me as I lickedhis finger. Clear and very sticky, it didn’t taste like pee’Doesn’t taste like much, does it’? I asked him. Without answering,he took my hand and moved it up and down on his thick dick. For once,my cousin had told the truth. Uncle Leo’s pecker was tremendous. Ilowered my head and sniffed it. The rich, cocky aroma was familiar,just like my own when I needed a bath, sweet and horny. ‘I bet youwant me to suck it’? I asked.Smiling nervously, he said, ‘Sure ‘ if you want.’ I brought it to mylips and mouthed the big, oily dome, swabbing the rim with mytongue. He kept saying, ‘Oh ‘ oh ‘ oh.’ Throating as much of it aspossible, my lips bumped into cock hair, brown and springy. ‘Get upa minute,’ he said, ‘I’ll do you.’Uncle Tony licked over my balls and tongued up my dick shaft. Then,in one slow movement, he took the head of my dick between his lipsand swallowed my entire cock. ‘Oh, Uncle Tony,’ I said. His roughfingers rolled my nuts and began to tease my butthole. Immediately,I decided I wouldn’t object if Uncle Tony wanted to screw me. ‘Putsome spit on your fingers,’ I said.When he had licked his fingers, I scooted down on the car seat andspread my legs. When one long finger slid inside me, nudging my interior,Uncle Tony added another. ‘Want me to sit on it’? I asked..Confined in the car, I faced him, sitting on his knees, my back onthe dash, and raised my ass to permit his entry. Getting the head inwas the hard part. ‘Slow down,’ he said, ‘just grunt hard and it’ll slidein.’ The pain confused me and my hole quivered. I felt an incrediblewarmth pass over me, and soon my forehead broke out in sweat. Then,as Uncle Tony lifted my nuts to watch his cock’s progress, sometension released inside me, and I felt the fat head slip and cram intome. ‘Ah ‘ there it goes,’ Uncle Tony said.’Your dick’s twice as big as Leo’s ‘ I can’t believe it fits in my ass,’I said.Uncle Tony reached his two hands under my butt and shifted me upand down on his dick. The first ten strokes were bruising and painful,but as his cock began to slobber my butthole with drool, the motionsup and down got deeper and faster and easier. ‘Feels real good,’ I said.If I strained and leaned forward, I could see his thick cock slide in mybutthole. ‘I’ve got your whole big dick up my ass,’ I said, shoving topress down as he pushed up, ‘Look,’ I said, ‘your dick’s disappeared.’ When I got the hang of it, repeating a certain movement thatmade Uncle Tony squirm, whimper, and close his eyes, I bounced onhis dick like crazy. The big hammer of his dick head shoved againstsomething inside me that made my balls ache to cum. Then he saidthe magic words, ‘Here it comes boy ‘ are you ready for it’?He bucked my ass so hard, so fast, I thought he would toss me throughthe windshield. My elbows swung as I reached to grab my balls anddick. I knocked and blasted the car horn. Uncle Tony’s dick jerked insideme furiously. Cum flew everywhere. My dick squirted the interior ofthe truck, across Uncle Tony’s face and chest, the dome lights, the upholsteryand chrome.When he could take a breath, he said, ‘Relax your ass grip, your butthole’s chewing my dick off.’ When Uncle Tony dragged his prick outof me, I could put my three fingers and my thumb in the circumferenceof my butthole. ‘No big deal,’ he said, ‘you’ll want it again inten minutes.’He was right. As we skinny-dipped in the cold river, off the levee atthe willows, I asked him if he would, please, screw me again. Drippingwet, thumbing my butt, he said, ‘You won’t tell your cousin Leo”?No, never,’ I said leaning over and spreading my butt cheeks, ‘Comeon, fuck me, Uncle Tony.’

By Morrison

More Solo Trip

admin — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 04:53:47 +0000

I don’t know what time it was when I felt the bus driver roll onto my
back. I spread my legs as I felt him probing with his finger to find my
asshole and a few seconds later, I backed up to him as he thrust
forward and my body absorbed every inch of his once again rampant
cock. I arched my back and spread my legs wider apart as he fucked
me with all the abandonment of a stallion breeding a mare. In a while
he stiffened, shoved his cock hard into my body, and lay atop me jerking
hard as he send his fourth load of the night into the depths of my bowels.
‘You’re a hellofa piece of ass, too,’ he muttered as he pulled his dick
from my ass and went to wash up before coming back to bed.
I was awakened the next morning by the man gently playing with
my morning hard cock and balls. I watched as he toyed with them as
though he had never seen any besides how own. I could see that his
cock was full hard as he smeared the drool of my pre-cum over the shiny
head of his own tool. He looked up and saw me watching.
‘Morning,’ he said. ‘You ready for something else kinky’?
‘Like what’?
‘You ever tasted your own cum’?
‘Yeah. Lots of times,’ I confessed.
‘I’d like to see you shoot your load all over my dick and then eat it
all off and make me cum while you’re doing it.’ My cock throbbed in
his hand. He looked at it and then smiled at me. ‘Yeah. I thought you’d
like that. Why don’t you straddle my legs and whip off that big
morning load.’
‘I gotta go pee first,’ I said and rolled off the bed, my throbbing cock
leading the way into the white tiled bathroom.
He was on his back, slowly stoking his rampant cock, when I came
back to the bed. I straddled his thighs and settled down. He ran his
hands up and down my thighs as I took hold of my cock and began jacking
it. He toyed with my nuts and rubbed a finger over the pucker of my
asshole which was still drooling his earlier load of cum.
‘I bet there’s a lot of guys in town you’d like to have fuck your face
and your butt, aren’t there, Jer’? he said. ‘I bet you would really like
to have a whole bunch of men laid out side by side so you could go right
down the line and suck one dick after another and swallow all that thick,
hot scum down. I bet there are a whole bunch of them that you
would love to have climb up over you and fuck your face like I did, jamming
their big ol’ cocks all the way down your throat when they shoot their
big loads. Right’?
‘Yeah!’ I hissed as I visualized what he was talking about and stroked
my cock at the same time.
‘Yeah. I thought so. Let’s see. Who would you like to do that sort
of thing to you? Bet you’ve met a few men in town that have already
done it to you. You met some guys at home’?
‘Not yet,’ I lied.
‘Yeah, but you want to, don’t you’?
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Who would you like to fuck your face and your ass, Jer’?
‘Ummm ‘ my dad,’ I confessed after a moment of hesitation as
I continued to stroke my cock.
‘Yeah. I thought so. Big, hairy man like your dad. I thought so. Have
you seen his big dick’?
‘Uh-huh,’ I confessed.
‘When’?
‘I’ve seen him naked when we go camping,’ again leaving out a volume
of information.
‘Have you seen it hard? Does he have a big cock’?
‘I’ve ‘ I’ve seen it a lot and it looks real big but I’ve never seen it
hard,’ I again lied.
George continued to mention men around town that he thought might
fit my bill as a potential playmate. He hit on most of the members of
the circle but I wasn’t about to let on that I knew more about them than
he did. I did find it intriguing when he mentioned that he had seen a
couple of the guys naked and full hard a time or two. I was even more
intrigued about a couple of other men he mentioned, saying that he
had seen them naked as well and that one in particular was almost excessively
hung. All the time, I was getting closer and close to spilling my
pent up load onto his stiff, upstanding cock.
‘I bet it would really be something for your dad to shove his big cock
down your throat and up your ass and feed you his loads. Gawd, but
I’d love to watch that. Might even join in, ‘ he said. His talk was getting
to me, too. He tickled my tight-drawn nuts and then teased my
asshole as he continued to talk. ‘Yeah. I bet you would love to have
your dad’s cock fucking your butt and your face.’ He suddenly shoved
his fingers into my ass and when they collided with my gland, I saw
stars and started pumping out my huge load of thick, creamy boy-cum,
shooting it onto his upheld cock.
‘Jezzuz!’ the big man grunted when I had finished shooting off and
his cock was nearly completely covered with ropes of the thick white
cream. He watched as I backed up a bit, bent over and took his cock
all the way to the balls without batting an eye, nursing hungrily at it
to take the essence of my own balls down my throat. I backed off his
cock, sucking hard to take everything from the shaft. I rolled onto my
back, pulling a pillow under my neck to arch it, and lay back.
‘Fuck my mouth,’ I demanded.
The bus driver scurried to get over me and slide his cum and spitslicked
cock into the depths of my throat. With my positioning, it was
a straight shot from my mouth into my throat and, having been
fucked this way by Dad and a few others, including the bus driver, I
knew I could accommodate George’s slightly above-average cock
any way he wanted to fuck it to me. And he did, using long, strong strokes
to fuck his cock all the way in and out of my mouth and throat, his hairy
balls rubbing against my forehead and nose, my tongue running over
the thrusting meat-piston as best I could. I grunted and groaned
and gasped and moaned with every fuck-cycle. He cursed and grunted
and groaned as he lay on top of me and ran that fleshy bludgeon of
his in and out of my throat. I could feel his balls pulling tighter
against the base of his cock.
Suddenly, there was something new. I felt a hot wetness surrounding
most of the cum-smeared length of my cock. Instinctively I wrapped
my arms around the man’s body and tried to hold him in place as I felt
his tongue running over the surface and felt him apply suction to my
dick. In an instant, I was almost ready to shoot off again but he
abandoned my dick and began stroking my cock as he continued to
fuck my face. Somehow, I replaced his hand with my own and jacked
my cock furiously as he fucked my mouth. I thought it was wild that
this straight man had lost his anal virginity to me and had still been
curious enough about my cock and cum that he experimented with sucking
my cock.
A short time later, George was slamming his cock into my mouth very
deliberately as he watched me beating my own meat toward another
climax. His dick was harder and longer and his balls were pulled tight
to the base of his cock. I heard air explode from his lungs through clenched
teeth and felt his phallus jerking and jumping as the last load of cum
was pumped down my throat. My own body tensed. My nuts knotted
up and as I writhed below him I began pumping out another heavy load
of teen jism.
Somehow I knew that this was the only way George and I would be
having sex ‘ away from home. I also had a very strong feeling that it
would be best left like that. I had copped his anal virginity and he had
tasted my cum and taken my dick into his mouth but those were
experiments that would never be repeated even though I would experience
the wonder of having the man fuck my face and throat several
more times.
It was a couple of weeks later that I was able to get Dad off alone
and give him a blow-by-blow of the night in bed with the husky bus
driver. After I finished swallowing Dad’s load of cum, he shrugged.
‘Some guys just want something a little different,’ he said, ‘and after
they have the experience, their curiosity is satisfied and they never need
to do any of it again. But tell me, son ‘ would you go to bed with him
again’?
‘Sure,’ I answered. ‘It was interesting but he wasn’t nearly as
much fun as you are, Dad.’

By J. Robert Handcock

Munching on Anthony

admin — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 05:48:45 +0000

I am the soccer coach at a large college in the Midwest. I am fortysix
and have been coaching men’s soccer for 15 years, so I have seen
more than my share of studly young guys with big whopper penises and
low hanging soccer balls between their thighs. Over the years I have
sucked at least a hundred of these jocks, the young and perpetually horny
guys on the team who either prefer to have a man service their boners
or who don’t really care who sucks them, male or female, as long as
they get the starch sucked out of their nuts. I have sucked their meat
in the locker room, in my office, on the field, in the shower, even in
the baseball dugout. But my favorite place to drain athletic bull balls
is on the bus coming home after a game.
The guys are usually tired, dirty, and sweaty, and stink like real men.
After 15 minutes on the bus, especially in the winter with all the
windows up and the heat blasting, the whole bus smells like ripe
dick. Smelly steam pours out of the crotches and armpits of all 25 guys
on the team, and the air on the bus is so thick it either chokes you, or
as in my case, smells like male heaven and makes my own big dick thicken.
On those long, late night rides in the dark, when just about everyone
is snoring away, there are always three or four (or more) guys with dicks
as stiff as boards in need of relief. I have gotten off that bus with a stomach
full of ball juice on many occasions from sucking these horny bulls. And
I usually know before we even get on the bus whose balls I will be draining.
Every season there are some guys on the team who linger around
the locker room after everyone else has gone, trying to catch me
undressing or showering. Or they watch closely as the other guys undress
and shower. If I get the idea that a guy digs other men I invent some
excuse to talk to him while I strip in the locker room. I stand in front
of him while he sits on the bench, either with my bull cock stretching
out a raunchy jockstrap just inches from his face, or no jock at all, just
my sausage and meaty balls practically in his face. There is no doubt
once they see my meat, if they are into guys my meat gets them riled.
I’ve got a big, thick, man-sized penis, all hairy and uncut, with two big,
low hangers behind. I can usually sniff out the other meat lovers, and
when I stand in front of them with my big swinging coach dick
smelling ripe and ready, I see their horny minds reeling, and they almost
always reach for some clothes to cover up their own boners.
Last season our team did really well and made it to the playoffs. That
meant a long trip of almost seven hours on the bus to the city where
the series of five games were to be played. The trip down there was
on a Thursday, during the day, and the guys were wild all the way there,
yelling and hooting and hollering the whole time, the way a group of
25 young jocks will. It was a great ride, and I enjoyed being in this enclosed
space with all my studs for the long trip, wrassling with them and getting
whiffs of them the whole way. They were smelling ripe before we even
played! The games were spread out over a six day period, so by the end
of the week we were all exhausted. Halfway through the week some
of them started to joke and complain about being so horny away from
their girlfriends, and I began to think that the ride home might be particularly
good. A couple of times I saw some of them in the showers with
boners, and I realized that they might not be exaggerating about their
horniness. I remembered how many loads a day I used to shoot when
I was in my early 20′s. Some of these guys really did have big overloaded
balls and no one around to drain them.
We set out for home the following Saturday about five in the
evening and it was already dark. We lost the playoffs but played like
champs, getting a standing ovation when we left the stadium the last
time. So even though we lost, the guys were feeling pretty good. For
the trip home we had tons of food and it was like a party for the first
two hours. A couple of the guys had gone out and bought porno
magazines for everybody for the trip home, so for a long time they were
hooting about pussy and snatch and how much fucking they were going
to do when they got home.
People then started to quiet down and doze off, but most were just
quietly studying their pussy books. I went from seat to seat, since every
guy had a seat to himself, and could see that just about every one had
a hardon. Some of them had huge tents in their shorts, with the
outline of their stiff dick heads pushing through the fabric.
Anthony, one of the bigger guys, had a massive pole in his shorts and
his nuts were hanging out the side, these big hairy horse balls splayed
out on the seat between his wide open thighs. He didn’t even try to hide
his dick, but just looked at me, clearly proud of the bulge he was making,
saying, ‘It’s been a while, Coach,’ barely looking up from the picture
of a wide open cunt. I always wanted to suck this guy, since he’s got
a nice, thick, muscled body covered with hair, but mostly because he’s
real rough looking and as sweet as the day is long. A real straight arrow
whom everyone likes. He walked around the locker room with his big
sausage flopping from thigh to thigh, not even aware of the other guys
looking enviously at his crotch. He is just a working class stud with a
huge dick, and right now it was stiff as a post.
One thing I should mention is that I’m a dedicated dickhead lover.
I love a big, shiny, flared up penis-head more than anything, and pride
myself on being able to get guys off real fast by just the tongue and mouth
action I apply to their drippy dickheads. I clamp my mouth down just
below the ridge around the head and slurp until their eyes roll back
in their heads and their balls churn. I can swallow big meat like the
best of them, but what I really like is making a guy squirm and shoot
by doing some serious dickhead chompin’. Sometimes I think of their
dicks as big meaty straws, and my job is to suck the sperm out of their
bags by just putting my mouth around the head of their poles and slurping.
Maybe it comes from all the years of sucking horny guys who aren’t
necessarily gay, but just need to get off. Somehow if their coach doesn’t
swallow their meat to the root, but just sucks the head, they don’t
feel like they’ve had real man-to-
man sex, and they can come back for more without thinking of themselves
as gay.
Anyway, Anthony was glued to this picture of a sloppy, wet cunt, so
I knew my approach to sucking this stud had to start there. ‘Looks like
you could really stuff that one somethin’ good,’ I said in kind of a whisper,
starting some private sex-talk that the guys seem to love.
He smiled and said, ‘You bet. I’d stuff her till she begged me to stop.’
‘Now I whispered even more quietly, ‘Yeah, I bet you keep your girlfriend
happy with that big cunt stretcher.’ That got his attention, and
he put his magazine aside and looked down with pride at the huge tent
between his legs. He smiled at my slyly and nodded. I whispered again,
‘Can she really take the whole thing? Bet she has to climb in your lap
and sit herself down on it really slowly, huh’? Anthony was getting even
more turned on by the dirty talk, because his eyes kind of glazed over
and a big wet spot appeared on the tent in his pants.
‘She loves it, Coach. I swear she comes the minute I get it all the way
in. Every time.’
I wanted to suck him so bad, sitting there smelling ripe, with his prick
squeezing out sperm because he was so horny.
I went on, ‘Tell you what I like. I like my girlfriend to scratch me
right behind my nuts, right back there, really gets me going, know what
I mean’? Anthony didn’t know, which didn’t surprise me. These
young guys are so full of squirt all they seem to think about is getting
off. Most of them don’t yet know all the different pleasure spots on a
man’s body. I looked him in the eye, looked up and down the aisle to
be sure that no one was wandering around, then I looked back at him
and said, ‘I’ll show you. Open your legs a little.’ He grinned, looked
genuinely intrigued, and opened his big hairy thighs wide. I hesitated
a little, mostly for effect, but also to draw out the pleasure for me. Then
real deliberately, like I was doing some kind of medical inspection, I
slid one hand up the inside of his leg to where his massive scrotum was
lying. I lifted up that big sack with one hand and had to keep myself
from groaning. I gathered the whole big thing in my hand, as much
of it as I could, and said, ‘Damn, big gonads, son. These are five-pounders,
aren’t they’?
Anthony kept grinning, and I could tell he was pleased I was appreciating
his big equipment. I lifted the sack and held it in one hand, tugging
on it a little just to make him squirm. Without waiting for a reaction,
I slid my other hand up under his balls to that hard ridge, back
behind his balls, between his nuts and his butt hole. With two fingers
I pressed hard on that ridge and started to scratch it real slow and hard.
He spread his legs more and I churned his big balls and scratched him
the way only a man can scratch another man. This horny bull reacted
immediately, his whole body kind of arched away from the seat. He
spread his legs real wide and moaned. We made eye contact and I mouthed
the word, ‘Shhh,’ and he nodded and started rocking his whole
body. I had hit the right spot and had this buck ready for a thorough
draining. But I wanted to make it last. I kept going, scratching harder
and really milking and churning his big bag. By now he was holding
his breath, chest puffed out, biting his lip, eyes closed, just grooving
on this new sensation. That big dick was jumping around in his
shorts and he was bucking his hips back and forth. Nothing more beautiful
than a young, horny, athletic guy getting milked. He looked
incredible.
I scratched and tugged on his nuts for another minute, then stopped
all of a sudden, dropped his balls, pulled both my hands away, and said,
as casual as I could, ‘Feels good, doesn’t it’?
He was wide-eyed now, panting, shaking, his nipples poking through
his tight T-shirt. He whispered, ‘Fuck man, that was fucking great. I
never felt anything like it. Fuckin’ great.’
I sat and waited a minute or so, neither of us saying anything. I think
he was trying to compose himself again after really allowing himself
to ride my hands like that. Then I looked down at his tent and said,
‘Let’s see this thing. See if it’s as big as it looks.’ Anthony grinned again,
and pulled his shorts to the side and let his big boner pop straight up
out of the leg of his shorts. ‘Wow, that’s a fuckin’ dick, son. That is one
serious piece of meat.’ We both kind of chuckled a little, and I moved
my hand toward it and said, ‘May I’? He nodded and I slowly
wrapped my hand around the middle of his pole and squeezed a
little, as if testing it to see how hard it really was. ‘Damn, it’s hard as
a brick and so fuckin’ big.’ I was now gently squeezing and pumping
on it, making that beautiful penis head shine and open up its hole. He
was biting his lip and staring at my hand on his meat. I kept it up for
another minute and at one point slid my fingers over his hole and smeared
his juice all over his head. My face was right near his and he kind of
leaned against my head and groaned into my ear. In my best coachauthority
voice, I said, ‘This thing needs attention. You just keep as
quiet as you can, son. I’m gonna take care of it for you.’ He nodded
real quick, since he was about ready to blow right there anyway.
I leaned over and in one swoop swallowed him to the balls, holding
his meat in my throat and wrapping my tongue around the shaft. Then
I pulled up and bit down just under the thick ridge of his meaty head
and started slurping. Anthony came out of his stupor and was bucking
his hips like crazy and moaning real loud. I reached one hand up to
cover his mouth and quiet him down, but ended up sticking three of
my big fingers into his mouth. That was all it took. He clamped
down on my fingers and started sucking and snorting like an animal.
I chewed his dickhead and reached down and scratched under his nuts
and he went off like a cannon. With one mighty thrust he jammed that
big pole back down my throat, shocking me with the force of his thrust
and choking me with ropes of sperm that were spraying out of him.
His big nuts were packed and he was drowning his coach with all that
male juice, wad after wad shooting out of that twitching, bucking penis.
I held onto his bag, let him chew my fingers, and kept my mouth and
throat open while I swallowed and drank his sperm. By now he was
soaked with sweat and his crotch was giving off that manly stink that
makes my head swim with lust.
As his dick settled down and got a little less stiff, I moved my
mouth up to the head to chew every drop out of him. Gently nibbling
and munching, I coaxed quite a bit more sperm out of him, and had
him moaning and slobbering on my fingers for another couple of minutes.
I then let that big thing flop out of my mouth and sat up next to Anthony,
swallowing the last of him and licking my lips and mustache. He looked
a little stunned and I could tell he really dug what just happened. He
smiled and said, ‘You still got some, uh ‘ juice ‘ on your beard. On
your chin.’
‘Get it for me, will ya’? I said, leaning my chin in toward his
mouth. He grabbed both my arms with his hands and clamped his mouth
down on my chin and sucked his semen out, moaning into my beard
as he did. Damn, this guy was a fast learner. He ended up lapping up
at my chin and neck like a young animal, cleaning me off above and
beyond the call of duty. He was into it. When he was done, he said,
‘Thanks for munchin’ on me, Coach. I needed that. Never felt
anything like it. Maybe you can come by again before we get home?
It’s a long ride.’
I smiled, nodded and said, ‘You bet,’ then got up to see who else
might need relief. I did come back to Anthony’s seat later, twice in fact,
and I drained a handful of other players who were in the same
‘condition’ he was. That bus ride was one of my most memorable, and
exhausting, because I was still munchin’ soccer player dickhead when
we pulled into the school parking lot five hours later.

By Coach Chuck

Daughter-In-Law’s Fiance

admin — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 03:54:59 +0000

When my daughter, Ruth, announced she was getting married we
weren’t real excited as we thought she was too young. We wanted her
to go through college, travel some, and work before settling down. We
just figured the husband-to-be was Bob, the guy she’d been dating for
some time. When she told us that it was Ted, someone we didn’t
even know she was dating, we were understandably concerned. She
told us that this Ted was anxious to meet us and so we agreed to have
him over for a barbecue.
I don’t know why we were so worried. When Ted arrived for the
barbecue, my wife and I knew immediately that Ruth had picked out
a fine man. When he first stepped in the door I thought I recognized
him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
It turned out he was a garbage collector which explained his strong
build and large, masculine arms. When I heard that, I figured that perhaps
I had seen him come by and collect our garbage. But then I heard that
he worked in neighboring Harpertown and so I kept wondering
where I’d seen Ted before.
Ted was a lot of fun and as the two of us worked the barbecue I got
to like him a lot, even if I thought he and Ruth were too immature to
get married. To tell the truth, I liked being close to a young man. In
my line of work I didn’t get the chance very often, which is why I secretly
dropped by the tea room in the park from time to time. I could only
do it when I had to work late evenings, and could spare a half hour on
my way home.
When we sat down to eat I suddenly realized where I’d seen Ted. It
was at the cruisy rest room in the truckstop I’d visit occasionally. I was
sure he looked like the guy I’d seen on his knees just last month. He
was sucking this trucker from Texas I’d had before and I was about to
join them when some regular guy came into the john and we all had
to leave.
I was sure he was that guy. He had the same figure and those
large hands looked so familiar. From then on out, I had a hard time
keeping my eyes off Ted. In the john that day he had his jeans down
around his ankles and was stroking this really fat piece of meat. At the
time my instinct was to get on my hands and knees and chow down on
that juicy banger.
It was impossible not to get a boner. Fortunately my crotch was well
covered with a napkin and the table cloth. But my dick was still hard
when we finished the meal and were about to get up to go sit in the living
room. I was in no position to stand up as my boner would be obvious.
I waited for my wife and daughter to leave before standing up.
The moment I stood up, Ted saw how I felt and our eyes met.
There was no denying that he was feeling the same way. I’m sure he
recognized me from the brief encounter in that truck stop john, too.
‘Honey,’ I called out. ‘I’m gonna show Ted something in the
garage,’ I yelled out.
‘Ok, Dear,’ my wife called back. ‘Don’t take too long. We’re
putting together some strawberry shortcake.’
‘Ok,’ I yelled back. Then I whispered to Ted, ‘Want to join me’?
‘Sure,’ he said rubbing his swollen crotch.
It didn’t take us long to get into the garage. I carefully locked the door
behind us so we wouldn’t get disturbed.
The moment we were alone, I grabbed his bulging crotch and
then undid his jeans and pulled out that fat monster I’d seen in the rest
room. It looked just as delicious today as it did last month.
I dropped my jeans to the floor so I could give my honker a good squeeze
while I chowed down on my daughter’s boyfriend’s tube steak. It was
as delicious as it looked.
‘Oh, yeah,’ he sighed as I stuffed my face with his meat. I wondered
why he wanted to marry my daughter and if he’d plowed her with that
sausage yet.
He grabbed hold of my head and fed me his meat in long, slow strokes.
He was a juicy, creamy one. It was much better than any shortcake my
wife was preparing.
I grabbed hold of his butt cheeks and pulled them apart. My
fingers quickly found his moist, hot hole and I rammed a finger
inside. He didn’t seem to mind a bit.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he moaned. Then he pressed back, driving my finger
in deeper. Man, was he ever hot inside.
His cock was dripping like crazy filling my mouth with hot, sticky,
tasty precum. I loved the way he tasted and swallowed eagerly.
I was so hot, I didn’t even need to stroke my cock. It throbbed and
oozed on its own.
‘Let me suck your dick, daddy,’ Ted moaned.
I was surprised to hear him call me ‘daddy’ but I didn’t mind. I leaned
back onto the floor so he could lie down next to me and we could suck
each other.
‘You remember me’? I asked him before we got started.
‘Yeah,’ he answered with a laugh. ‘You walked in on me at that rest
room at the truck stop. Too bad that other guy came in. Otherwise we’d
have had a good time. I was wondering what kind of dick you had.’
We lay there feeling each other’s dicks and stroking them.
‘Man, the moment you entered the house I knew I’d seen you
before, but I couldn’t place it until we started eating. Then I couldn’t
keep my dick soft,’ I told him.
He smiled and began licking and then sucking my dick. I stopped
talking and went back to enjoying his throbber. ‘So if he married my
daughter, did this mean that we would be able to play together all the
time’? I wondered. Man, I sure hoped it did. I loved the smell of his
crotch and the way he plowed his shaft deep down my throat.
I pried open his butt again and pulled off his dick long enough to
sniff his butt hole and give it a taste. Someday I knew I was going to
plow my meat deep up that tight, hot, rank hole.
My whole body was shaking now and I was getting close to exploding.
I put his wet, juicy wonker back into my mouth. His pisshole was staying
wide open and his juices were just pouring out nonstop.
I couldn’t hold back. I wrapped my thighs around his head and locked
them together, squeezing his head between them. My cockhead
rubbed against the back of his throat and soon my cum was pouring
down his gullet. He had no choice but to swallow everything I gave him.
I was soon rewarded with a delicious load of young man cream. I
had my finger in his butt when he came, and his hole squeezed it so
tight as he came that it nearly hurt. I imagined how delicious it would
feel to have my cock inside him when he came.
I wanted to spend the rest of the evening with Ted, but my wife and
daughter were waiting, so we got up, put our pants back on, straightened
up, took a few deep breaths and went back into the house,
acting as if nothing unusual had happened.

First Time Cowboys

admin — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 05:45:29 +0000

My first time was during summer vacation. We were on a trip out
west. My Dad wanted to drive through the mountains and canyon lands,
and even though the rest of us were not as excited, we enjoyed
ourselves.
We were in eastern Colorado when we pulled into a small diner. We’d
been on the road four days now and I was thinking what my friends
back home were doing. Here I was stuck with my parents and my bratty
sister. What was really bad was that at night, my sister and I had to share
a motel room. At home when I went to bed, I loved feeling myself and
getting hard and thinking about the other boys in school, or even Mr.
Hardy, our English teacher. He was my favorite teacher and very good
looking and so kind. He had these big hands with long, thick fingers,
and I couldn’t help looking at them when he’d hand out our papers.
I was very naive, and other than knowing how good it felt to feel my
firm, stiff dick at night, I didn’t have a clue what to do with it. And now
that I was sharing a motel room with my sister, I couldn’t even do that.
The diner was pretty empty except for a bunch of cowboys sitting
at a corner table. We had been driving for a long time and I had to go
to the bathroom real bad. While my parents and sister sat down, I went
into the bathroom.
It was small with just a single stall and a sink. I couldn’t get the door
to lock properly, and just as bad, the stall didn’t even have a door. I
sat down on the stall and tried to get my business over as quickly as I
could. I was so afraid someone would come in while I was wiping or
something.
I was just about done when the door opened. I was afraid it was my
dad, but it was one of those cowboys. He just sauntered in, and when
he saw me he winked and leaned back against the wall.
‘Whew, boy, what’d you eat for lunch’? he said out loud. ‘It smells
as ripe in here as ‘ol Johnson’s pig farm!’ he said with a laugh.
I blushed and quickly flushed the toilet. Then I stood up as quick
as I could and pulled up my underwear and cutoffs. I saw him looking
me over and checking out my dick. I was so embarrassed, my ears turned
bright red.
As soon as I was out of the stall, he stepped right up to the stall, unbuttoned
himself, and pulled out a whopper. The sink was right next to
the stall. The cowboy must have been just two feet away. How could
I not notice the cucumber he held in his hand?
He caught me looking and I turned away, pretending not to have noticed
anything. As I washed my hands, the door opened and another
cowboy came in.
‘Howdy,’ he said to me.
‘Hi,’ I replied.
‘What’s up, Jim’? he asked the cowboy taking a pee
‘Not much, Al,’ the first cowboy replied. ‘Just me taking a pee and
this cute young thing washing his hands.’
‘Cute, huh’? the second cowboy said. ‘You ain’t from around
here, are you boy’? the second cowboy asked.
‘Uh ‘ no,’ I stammered as I reached for some paper towels.
‘Where you from’? the first cowboy said as he shook his wanger and
stepped back.
‘Milwaukee,’ I answered.
‘Jesus, you’re a long way from home, boy,’ the first cowboy said.
‘What are you doing out here? Are you working on some ranch for the
summer’?
The second cowboy unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out an even more
impressive tube. The first cowboy just stood there, arms crossed with
his dick hanging between his legs.
‘Uh ‘ no ‘ I’m on vacation with my parents and sister.’
‘Oh, that family out there, huh,’ the first cowboy said. ‘Well, I reckon
you better be getting back or you’ll go hungry.’
‘Uh ‘ yeah,’ I said. I turned around to leave, but it was so hard
taking my eyes off their dicks. I’d never seen a man’s cock up close before
and these two cowboys were just standing there with their jeans open
and their dicks dangling in front of them.
I don’t know what the second cowboy had in mind because he
didn’t even try to pee. The next thing I know the two were touching
themselves, pulling on their dicks and grabbing their balls.
‘Why don’t you show Al here what yours looks like? I got to see a
bit when you stood up, but poor Al ain’t been so lucky,’ the first cowboy
suggested.
‘Uh ‘ what’? I asked.
‘You know, take down your pants and show us what your dick looks
like. We won’t bite it,’ the first cowboy said.
‘That’s right, we won’t bite it ‘ we might suck it, but we won’t bite
it,’ the second cowboy said with a laugh.
I was so stunned by their suggestion, I didn’t move. The two
cowboys stepped up close on either side of me and yanked my cutoffs
down to my ankles.
‘Yeah, look at what we have,’ the first cowboy said with glee as he
grabbed my stiffening dick and waved it in front of the other cowboy.
‘Looks might tasty to me,’ the second cowboy joined in. He stuck
out his tongue and licked the tip of my dick. Immediately a drop of precum
oozed out of my dick. The cowboy’s tongue lapped my dick again and
ate the drop of juice.
‘Oh,’ I gasped. A chill rushed up my spine.
‘Real tasty,’ the second cowboy sighed. ‘Tastes a lot like ‘ol
Warner’s boys.’
‘Let me have a lick,’ the first cowboy pleaded. The second cowboy
leaned back and the first cowboy not only licked my cockhead, he put
my entire dick into his mouth. Watching my hard dick disappear
into his mouth was so exciting.
Both cowboy’s dicks were rock hard and they were stroking them.
‘You hungry, too’? the second cowboy whispered into my ear.
I nodded.
He stood up next to me and pushed my whole body down until I was
on my knees and his dick was right in front of my nose. He held his shaft
and pressed his raging dickhead up against my lips. He didn’t have to
tell me what to do. I opened my mouth and let him slide his tasty, thick
meat inside. Now I had a story to write about when Mr. Hardy tells
us to write a report about our summer vacation!
The second cowboy grabbed my ears and ground his fury crotch right
into my nose. His big ‘ol dick filled my entire mouth and throat and
rubbed against my tonsils. I didn’t ever want to go home!
The first cowboy had my legs spread and his mouth glued to my throbbing
boy dick and his fingers around my balls. He squeezed my tight
nuts as his tongue slid up and down the sides of my shaft and over my
tender head. My cockhead was so slick and runny and sensitive that
if my mouth hadn’t been plugged with thick, juicy man meat, I would
have been screaming my head off!
The second cowboy held my head tight as he pumped his horse meat
in and out of my wet, hungry mouth. He let out a muffled roar and
poured a bucketful of sticky, hot cum into me. It was more that I could
bear. My butt tensed and my nuts popped the biggest load of my life
down the first cowboy’s throat.
I was so dizzy I almost didn’t hear someone knocking on the bathroom
door. ‘Dan ‘ Dan, are you in there? What’s taking you so long’?
I heard my dad calling outside. The two cowboys helped me to my feet,
pulled my cutoffs up and slapped my face to bring me to my senses.
‘Yeah, Dad,’ I called back. ‘I’m done.’
‘Well, hurry. We’re getting hungry,’ my Dad said.
When I opened the door, my Dad was already walking back to the
table. I sighed a sigh of relief and left the bathroom. The two cowboys
pinched my butt and slapped me on the back.
‘See you later, Boy,’ they said as I headed back to my family.

New Boys in the Cellblock

admin — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 04:54:04 +0000

The prison sergeant had become quite jaded in his job; he’d seen many
18 year olds come and go and he had fucked more than his fair share
of them. But this scared, red-haired youth got his sympathy. It was obvious
that this almost petite, 130 pound teenager was completely out of his
element; this was no hardened criminal. Sergeant Harris had read the
youth’s report; a first-time offender whose crime was being along for
the ride when his older lover had decided to steal a six-pack from a convenience
store. Harris knew the judge who had sentenced the boy; a real
bastard with a reputation for being unfair.
Now Sgt. Harris had come to escort the red-haired Danny from the
processing room to a cell deep in the dark, dank innards of Gaystate
Prison. He knew that the older convicts would be all over Danny tonight
and that there was little that he could do to prevent that. As soon as
the lights were out, maybe even before, young Danny’s ass would be
assaulted by a least a dozen ‘ probably more like two dozen ‘ of the
biggest cocks inside his particular cellblock. Continually. All night.
Not that the sergeant could really blame them for wanting to fuck
this one. Danny was a beautiful young man. Slender, smooth body, big
green eyes, a creamy pale complexion. And an attractive ass that was
evident even in those baggy prison pants. Sgt. Harris’s cock started to
slowly swell within his own pants. Maybe he could help Danny and also
help satisfy his own building lust at the same time’.
He ushered the teenager off the main corridor and took him to a favorite
location, an empty utility room. He shut and looked the door; now they
were alone, out of sight and sound of any others. Danny’s face showed
his confusion, but he offered no protest and didn’t question the
sergeant’s actions. Yes, boy, you have just the right attitude, thought
Sgt. Harris. He boldly grabbed one of Danny’s firm butt cheeks and
massaged it with a firm hand.
‘I like you, Danny,’ said the sergeant. ‘I want to help you.’
‘Help me’? stammered the youth.
‘Yes, boy. Help you. You should have a good idea what happens to
new, young and good-looking guys like you who come here, don’t you?
You can’t be that naive.’
Danny had been trying not to think about it. But he knew. And the
comments made by the older convicts who he met while being
processed into the prison had made it very clear what they wanted from
him. And intended to get. Normally, Danny would enjoy the attention
of so many big and virile topmen. But he had only had one lover in his
entire life. He didn’t know how he was going to manage taking many
cocks; being used by so many, for so long’.
The sergeant was close to him, pressing against him. Danny could
smell the man’s sexual scent, sense his arousal. Something in him stirred
in response, cutting even through his fear and distress’.
‘I want you to ask me, Danny. Ask me to help you.’
Danny’s eyes were wet and misty as he forced himself to look the sergeant
in the face and answer softly, ‘Please sir, help me. Help me, please.’
Sgt. Harris smiled. Such a delectable boy, he thought.
‘Then listen to me, boy. You know that you’re going to be sucking
and fucking every day and night here, so you might as well enjoy every
bit of it and do it for the men who you want to do it with rather than
having to do it for any man who wants you. The way things work in
prison is that sweet boys like you need a big, caring Daddy to protect
you and give you the loving that you need. Better yet to have a cell full
of Daddies to share you among themselves. Do you understand
Danny’?
‘Y-y-yes,’ the teen answered.
‘That’s good, Danny. I’m going to put you in a cell with three of our
toughest, long-term inmates. They’ll take good care of you. I’m going
to tell them that you want them to be your Daddies and that you’ll devote
yourself to pleasing them in any way they want. And you’ll tell them
that too ‘ that you’ll satisfy them, satisfy their every need. And they’ll
do the same for you, Danny. You agree to this’?
Danny nodded slowly. Strangely, the idea of servicing three alwayshorny
studs had its own appeal; in fact , it was one of those fantasies
of all young bottoms. Something that he had experienced only in wet
dreams.
‘Yes, sir,’ he said. ‘I’ll do my best to make them like me.’
The big guard smiled. ‘That’s a good boy,’ he said. ‘Now here’s another
important lesson ‘ the guards always have first rights in here. Get down
on your knees, Danny.’ He unzipped and pulled down his pants, showing
the teenager a fully erect and ready dick.
Danny complied eagerly. He wanted so very much to please this kind
but sexy sergeant. His delicate tongue flittered out, tasting the pearl
of precum that showed the guard’s need for him, then quickly taking
that large manmeat into his mouth. He might be young, but he knew
how to suck cock with the best of them.
Sgt. Harris kept himself from groaning his appreciation of the
boy’s expert sucking. He felt the pressure building inside his balls. But
he didn’t want to cum down Danny’s throat ‘ he wanted to cum in his
cute, tight ass! He pulled the boy’s head away from his cock, stood him
up and turned him around. Danny half-sighed with recognition of what
was to come as the burly guard jerked his pants down and completely
off him, then bent him over.
‘There’s a long-standing tradition here, Danny,’ the sergeant told
him as he guided his swollen shaft and pressed it against the youth’s
tensed asshole. ‘The first fuck at Gaystate Prison is always given without
any lubrication of any kind. That way, you’ll always remember it’.’
‘What’? Danny started to say. But the sergeant, holding Danny’s
hips firmly, had already started to thrust forward. ‘Ohhhhhh’,’ he
murmured as his protesting anal eye parted to admit the older man’s
considerate but aggressive cock.
Sgt. Harris eyelids were half-closed and his breathing shallow as
he fed more dick up his little buddy’s yielding ass. He started to fuck
Danny, now ‘ and Danny gave it all to him; moving with him, taking
it deeply’.
Sgt. Harris had never had a boy who was so obedient and willing
to please. Danny would have no problems in prison’

Skip was sweating now, almost in a panic as he watched the tall but
slightly stooped Warden Lustt, who sat casually behind the large
desk.
He was only 18, but had a police record dating back from the age
of 12. He normally was a brash, insulting and defiant know-it-all type.
But no longer.
Warden Lustt was smirking as he saw the changed attitude of his
newest young prisoner. The little punk had arrived at the place full of
bravado and refusing to cooperate with the guards and counselors. Well,
he would put the kid in his place right now.
‘This report,’ continued the Warden, ‘says that your name was prominently
mentioned by a certain Mr. Ross and a Mr. Bender.’
Skip’s face paled. Bender and Ross were the two leaders of the cartheft
gang that he had informed on in order to get a lighter sentence
for himself ! They had promised revenge on him for helping send them
up to Peninsula State Prison. Warden Lustt went on, ‘My contact has
learned from them that you’re not gay at all! You lied in order to get
sent here instead of Peninsula State with your two friends. He’s been
given convincing statements by a couple of your old girl friends.
Don’t bother with another lie, boy,’ the Warden said before Skip could
protest. ‘I’m sending you to join Mr. Bender and Mr. Ross.’
Skip’s body shook and he was on the verge of tears. ‘Please! Not that!
Please don’t send me away! I’ll do anything!’
The Warden knew that Skip would do anything. He looked the hunky
teen up and down, liking what he saw: the jet-black crew cut hair, the
well-developed shoulders and legs; the pouty lips, just right for cocksucking;
those nice buttocks, perfect for taking a big cock. Like his. The
boy might be a little scum right now, but with the right training’.
‘Alright, boy, I give you your chance to stay here. But only one chance.
And if you’re difficult or refuse to do what you’re told just once, I’m
packing you up to Peninsula.’ He came from around his desk and came
close to his young prisoner. He let his hands roam over Skip’s body.
‘No arguments, no back-talk, no hesitations. Understand’?
Skip hung his head. ‘Yes, Warden. I understand,’ he said.
The old warden was pleased. ‘No need to call me ‘Warden’ now, my
boy. From here on, you’ll be calling me ‘Daddy’. And you’ll be calling
other men ‘Daddy’ also. Say it.’
‘Daddy,’ Skip repeated as the older man pulled him close for a deep,
long kissing session. He obediently accepted his Daddy’s tongue in his
throat, swallowing his somewhat slimy saliva. His head was spinning.
The Warden finally broke off the kiss, his breathing audible in the
room. ‘Take off your clothes,’ he ordered. ‘I want you naked.’ He
began to undress also.
Skip soon was completely nude, standing red-faced as the Warden,
naked himself, Examined his young body, probing it, pinching his nipples,
tracing his strong back.
‘Too bad you’re nervous, boy. I bet you’re pretty impressive when
you’re hard,’ said his new Daddy. ‘But probably not as impressive as
me’.’
Skip hadn’t looked at the Warden’s cock, but then he saw it. His eyes
widened and he gasped at the sight of Lustt’s meat. Huge! And with
the biggest, lowest-hanging balls he had ever seen!
Lustt cackled as he watched Skip’s reaction. ‘Yes, boy – almost 11
inches. Not bad for a man of 62, eh? Don’t worry, you’ll learn to take
every bit of it. I’ll teach you.’
The Warden was hot and now ready for sex. He slipped an arm around
the boy’s waist and started to walk him toward his living quarters located
just beyond the rear door of the office.
‘I don’t like the name, ‘Skip’. It doesn’t fit you any more. It’s not nice.
I’ll call you ‘Angel’ because from now on, you’re going to be so nice and
so sweet’.’
Angel leaned his head against the man’s shoulder as they neared the
big bed. ‘Yes, Daddy,’ he said.

Danny held his mouth open wide as Daddy Bear and Daddy
Charles simultaneously jerked their twin streams of hot jism for his next
meal. He swallowed it all dreamily, enjoying the rather strong salty taste
and thick texture of their cum.
He was surprised at how much he enjoyed sexually serving his
three topmen. Sure, his throat and ass were sore from so much use -
but it still felt so very good. And he also wondered how many more orgasms
he could take, himself!
Then Daddy Bull turned him over, repositioning him and mounting
him. Daddy Bull liked to fuck hard right from the beginning and his
rather rough entry did hurt the young redhead a bit; causing a
rippling wave of pleasurable pain. But Bull’s insistent, rude lovemaking
could not long be resisted; Danny could only lower his head
and offer up his young ass, taking it all full-force.
‘You’re such a good Daddy’s boy,’ Bull cooed as his fucking rocked
Danny’s smooth, trim body back and forth on the bed.
Danny couldn’t respond. He was in the sexual spell so often experienced
by those who are willingly ravaged.
He wasn’t even aware of the two other studs who had come into the
large cell to watch and wait for their turn to enjoy his favors at the invitation
of his three loving Daddies.
His Daddies were so proud of him and they still had a hard time
believing their luck at being presented with such a gift. Sgt. Harris was
right; this boy was a treasure. So ready to please! So eager and horny!
So loving!
His Daddies were the kind who needed it a lot and Danny was just
the kind of Son who wanted to give them all they could take.

Angel’s mouth tasted of his Daddy’s semen as he lay partially on his
back, partially on his side while held tightly in the old man’s embrace.
His Daddy’s eyes were only an inch or so from his. Daddy was enjoying
watching the changing expressions on Angel’s face as his giant cock
took the boy’s virginity ‘ without the benefit of any lubrication. Inch
by inch, ever-so-slowly, the massive phallus was steadily finding it’s way
further inside Angel’s previously untried rectum.
‘Hmmmm ‘ that’s it, Angel Baby,’ Daddy Lustt whispered wetly
in his young charge’s ear , now having gently nudged his cock in to threequarters
of it’s length. He licked away Angel’s tears and stifled his moans
with kisses as he began to fuck him in earnest. ‘Hmmmm ‘ you’re
so tight ‘ ahhhh ‘ you feel so good’.’
‘I’m giving you your first test now,’ Daddy Lustt groaned as he abruptly
pulled his cum-spewing cock from Angel’s asshole. His warm semen
splattered a trail up Angel’s chest, neck and chin as he brought his dick
to the boy’s mouth.
‘Swallow it, boy. Suck it dry,’ he said, pulling the boy’s head
forward.
Angel complied without hesitation. His mouth opened and stretched
around his Daddy’s cock, accepting it’s load of man-juice; taking it down
his throat. He could taste his own musky funkiness coated on the stillleaking
shaft.
And he did suck it dry, then licked it clean.
He was so surprised at himself. Surprised that he liked it!
And further surprised that his Daddy hadn’t gotten soft this time;
instead Daddy Lustt was turning him over, shoving that glorious
nearly foot-long dick back up his ass, stretching him; opening him up
‘ changing him.
He was no longer the disrespectful young punk that he had been a
little over an hour ago. He was fast learning to appreciate the addictive
pleasures of being unselfish, of being the giver of satisfaction.
Just like his new Daddy knew that he would, here at Gaystate
Prison.

By Tom Banks

Living On The Farm

admin — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 04:59:21 +0000

Recently I retired, a few years earlier than I had expected I could.
I had saved up and bought a small farmhouse in the country. It was
somewhat isolated and it was taking me some time to get adjusted to
being alone most of the time. My nearest neighbors were about a half
mile away. Theirs was a farm also, that was converted to a country style
bed and breakfast. I had not met them or any other neighbors at this
time, and knew only what my real estate agent shared with me.
Town was small and about a 15 minute drive from my home. It had
only a post office, general store, barber shop, feed/hardware store, and
one small cafe. My first time there I really got the once over by the locals,
and questioned by all of them about who I was and so on. I knew immediately
it was going to be hard to have any privacy even though my farm
seemed isolated to me. I bought a farmer’s hat for shade while
gardening, and a jean jacket at the feed store. I saw a tool belt and liked
the looks of it, so I bought it as well. I had some lunch and purchased
some homemade bread and rolls.
On my way back home I passed my neighbors at the bed and
breakfast inn. I stopped, then backed up, and pulled into the driveway.
There were no cars around, only a pickup parked near the
big barn. I went up on the porch and knocked but no one answered.
I looked around and started to walk back towards the barn
where the pickup was. As I passed the smaller horse barn I heard
voices. Walking a r o u n d behind the barnI saw t he back of
omeone sitting on a wood bench that faced the sheep pen.
As I got closer, I could hear one of them. He was saying, ‘Yeah, lick
my hairy nuts, boy! ‘ That’s it, ‘ taste those sweaty balls and
cock!’ My cock hardened up inside my pants immediately. I stepped
closer, assuming I had caught a couple of the farm hands having sex
behind the horse barn. I wanted to see the other one, and whatever
else I could see. But I could only see the hair and partial face of a younger
guy sitting between the other’s legs, obviously licking his nut sack, as
he was being told to do. I could tell he was fisting himself, but his dick
was hidden behind his thigh. They were so engrossed in getting it on,
that neither of them noticed me. I was extremely excited at seeing them,
but afraid to go any closer for a better look in case my neighbors could
see me from somewhere. I stood silent watching them for a few more
seconds.
Rubbing my aching crotch and stiff hardon, I slowly backed away.
The whole time I wished I had the nerve to just walk up to them with
my cock sticking out of my fly. But that might have ruined the good
time they were having. I decided to just head home. As I drove the short
distance back, I removed my cock and stroked it to the vision of the
two making out on the farm. I was still punishing myself for not
joining them. I would have loved to be part of their sex play.
That afternoon I was unpacking and barely settled in when the older
of the guys, I now recognized from behind the barn at the B & B, came
over. Jim introduced himself, and then invited me to a barbecue at their
farm that evening. He explained it was the B & B down the road from
me. Apparently, they hadn’t even known I was there and saw them fooling
around. I accepted his offer and was looking forward to meeting his
younger partner in person. Jim was probably in his mid to late thirties,
with dark hair, and from the side I had already seen the signs of
a hairy chest, to match his visibly hairy arms and legs. We chatted for
quite a while and got the history on each other as I checked him out.
He said he had bought the farm several years ago, but was raised in
the city, although his grandparents had been farmers in this same area.
Since we were both actually city boys, we had a lot to talk about. I learned
the two guys were in an eight-year relationship, and that the younger
one was a local farm boy, and had never been out of the state.
At six p.m. I drove to their farm. To my relief, I was pleased I had
learned my two nearest neighbors were guys who shared a relationship.
I was looking forward to getting to know them; especially after
what I saw when I first went over to meet them. Their farm, besides
the house and large red barn, had the smaller barn that held two horses,
with a couple of acres of fenced pasture for horses and sheep. I
admired the two horses as I drove by them to the house. My cock twitched
as I remembered seeing Jim and his younger partner making out there
earlier today. Jim had told me they would have a guest coming in for
the night, around eight, from the Chicago area. He said he was a trav
eling business man, and that he often stayed at their B & B.
Jim greeted me at the front door and I saw a young man coming in
from the barn. ‘That’s Wayne,’ Jim offered. ‘He’s been out taking care
of the sheep ‘ feeding them, I mean!’ he added, laughing about his
reference. Wayne walked up and we shook hands. He had a real
farm boy look about him, and I couldn’t help but see how well he filled
out his tight jeans. He must have a nice farm-boy sausage tucked down
in his crotch. The jeans were worn thin where the outline of his dick
showed. I knew they both caught me staring, and each had a slight grin
on their faces as they exchanged glances.
Both were very pleasant guys, and I noticed that Wayne the younger
one, kept watching me intently as we talked and shared information
about ourselves. The wine they offered was making me mellow, and
I was talking a lot more than I normally do. Finally, Wayne said, ‘ You
look just like my dad! Doesn’t he, Jim’? Jim agreed, saying he knew
there was something familiar about me. Wayne told me more about
his father, and how much he really cared for him. He said they had been
very close when he was growing up, and openly admitted that he had
been attracted to him sexually. I didn’t have the nerve, even under the
influence of the wine, to ask him if anything had ever happened
between them.
They had just cleared the dishes and were pouring us some coffee
when their guest arrived. He was a nice looking man, still in his
business clothes, and introduced himself to me as Brian. He joined us
at the table for coffee, and soon they suggested we all go into the living
room and relax, and offered some liqueurs to go with our coffee. We
talked and talked and it had gotten dark outside. Jim showed Brian to
his room, and Wayne said he would get the hot tub ready for us to take
a soak before going to bed. Getting up, he walked past me, and
brushed his hand lightly across my chest as he passed, saying, ‘God,
you sure do look like my Dad! Sure brings back memories!’ he added,
going onto the outside deck and opening up the hot tub.
I wasn’t sure what to make of his statement, but my mind and the
tingling in my groin registered some thoughts, that may or may not be
true, but that intrigued me, somehow. And now it looked like I would
be sharing a soak in the hot tub with them both. This was hopefully
going to be the beginning of a good neighborly friendship. Jim came
back wearing a robe with obviously nothing underneath, and held out
a robe for me, saying I could use the first bathroom down the hall.
Going down the hallway I saw many family photos, and in one recognized
one that had to be Wayne’s dad, because, I had to admit it did
look strikingly like myself at that age. There were also many photographs
of the guys themselves as they worked about the farm, with the horses
and sheep, and several of them showed them shirtless. As I gazed at
their tan, bare torsos my cock began to grow hard. Inside, I undressed
quickly and stroked myself in front of the mirror, thinking about
Wayne and his references to himself and his dad. I decided I had to
cool down, and stepped under a cool shower before putting on my robe
to join them.
On the way back, I met Brian, their other guest, in the hallway. He
was also wearing a robe and was obviously going to join the hot tub
party. That was fine with me. This was all more than I had expected,
here in the country. I had thought times like this would have to be planned
trips to the city. I was delighted that Jim had stopped by to invite me
over. Following Brian to the deck, I saw that Wayne was already
seated in the hot tub. His smooth, defined chest shown in the dim deck
lighting. I couldn’t yet make out his lower extremities.
Jim opened his robe and let it fall, parading naked in front of us to
climb into the tub. He was dark skinned and very hairy. A ‘v’ of fur
reaching down to his thick pubic bush, surrounding a nice plump cock
The kind I surmised that got good and long when fully hard. He had
a nice pair of balls, coated with long, dark hairs. His ass, too, I saw as
he swung his leg into the water, was very hairy. Brian followed suit,
and removed his robe, laying it across the back of a patio chair. He sported
a nice hanging uncut peter. He hair was medium brown and he had
a coating of fine hair across his upper chest and some on his abdomen.
His uncut cock swayed as he moved, and seem to show off more
because of his white mid-section, obviously showing that he normally
sunbathed in swim trunks, not nude as I like to do.
Taking off my robe, I saw them all checking out my equipment and
lack of a tan line, as I walked to the tub and climbed in to join the three
of them. My eyes met Wayne’s and he smiled with approval as I sank
into the hot and steamy water, my cock floating on the surface for just
a second. My cock was also uncut, but I don’t have a lot of extra foreskin.
Normally it’s retracted behind the crown of my head, but I can
easily push it up and over the knob, covering all except the tip of my
cockhead. Wayne had poured glasses of water for all of us and set them
around the rim of the tub. We engaged in new conversations, and soon
we were all feeling relaxed with one another, enough so that hands began
to roam to each other’s thighs, etc. Sitting between Jim and Wayne,
which I felt they had arranged that way, I felt Jim’s fingers caressing
my inner thigh, and make their way to my nuts and the base of my stiffening
cock.
Looking over and down at Wayne’s crotch, I saw why his jeans looked
so worn thin. He, who I had learned, had just turned twenty-six, had
a fabulous, long, meaty piece of dick, that reminded me of something
you might see on a small donkey, or the likes of. I reached over to feel
and take hold of his impressive donkey dong. I felt the soft folds of skin
on his upper shaft as I played with it. Wayne sighed and lay his head
back on the rim of the tub and closed his eyes as I stroked his throbbing
farm dick. His hips lifted to meet my down strokes. Not to be left
out, Brian cupped the farm boy’s heavy balls in one hand and played
with Jim’s cock with his other.
We were getting more and more turned on as Jim started telling stories
about his horses and the sheep. He said he watched a hunky, supposedly
straight friend of his fuck one of the sheep one time. Brian and
I asked questions and begged for more details. He said that afterwards
the guy, a man he had always had the hots for, was so turned on, that
he finally took up Jim’s offer to let him fuck him. After watching him
poking the sheep for a bit, Jim lead him to a mound of hay, and got on
his hands and knees and the guy fucked him good and hard. Wayne
lifted his head, and grinning said, ‘Yeah, I’ve heard this one, before!’
We all laughed.
All this feeling each other up and listening to Jim’s stories, was making
us all horny as hell. Brian stood up and we watched as Jim swallowed
his big uncut tool. My mouth watered, wishing to be able to do the same
to Wayne. He must have read my mind, because he crawled up on the
seat, and sat on the rim of the tub. His huge donkey dick swaying from
side to side as he settled, sitting with his legs wide apart. I moved between
his solid thighs and bent to kiss the tip of his pulsing, long shaft, before
taking the head of it between my lips. I nibbled and sucked at the folds
of foreskin covering his sensitive dickhead. My hands explored his smooth
chest and upper body. He had only a line of hair that ran from his bush,
around his navel and up only a little higher.
Most of all I loved his look of innocence. Still a young farm boy,
compared to me, but I also had witnessed that he was not so innocent,
and leaned how long they had been together, so knew he had plenty
of experience with other men. Even with the water we drank we
were all getting overheated from the hot water, and soon all of us had
to sit up around the rim of the tub. We continued to fondle and
explore each other’s cock and balls, trading positions a couple of times
to change partners. I also enjoyed touching and playing with both Brian
and Jim. I was a little jealous for some reason seeing Wayne suck on
Brian’s long uncut tool for a short time.
Then Jim suggested that he and Brian go inside. Wayne and I
watched as they dried off and went into the living room, sat on the couch,
and began fooling around again. I was stroking Wayne’s beautiful dick,
when he backed away, knelt and swallowed my cock. His lips and tongue
sent shivers throughout me, and my previous jealousy went away. It
was so damn hot seeing my sixty year old cock being sucked and serviced
by this young guy, that nothing else mattered. I opened my eyes,
looking into where Jim and Brian were now engaged in a sixty-nine
position on the large couch.
Wayne sucked me for only a minute, then withdrew his mouth, and
said, ‘Let’s go inside, too!’ He stood, climbed out, and I followed. He
turned off the hot tub buttons, and quickly covered it, and together we
dried off and went inside. Wayne pushed a couple of chairs aside, and
we lay on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, We soon also took
to a sixty-nine now, giving the most pleasure we could to each other.
Wayne began to moan, and mumble in a low whisper. At first I
couldn’t hear his words, but as I listened they became very evident to
me. He was calling me dad. ‘Oh, yes, dad, ‘ I remember how good
this felt! ‘ Doesn’t this feel good, dad’?
I answered with a soft ‘Yes’ then, taking up the role, I said louder,
‘Yes, son, this is nice, just like we used to do!’
Wayne responded with, ‘Oh yes, dad, ‘ I’ve been missing you!’
Wayne caressed my entire body with his hands, mouth, and tongue.
We explored every inch of each other’s body and then went back to
sucking each other, time after time. All the time Wayne was referring
to me as his dad, and I called him my son. I looked over to see Brian
was now fucking Jim up the ass. They were standing, Brian was bent
over Jim’s up-turned ass, facing us, so both could watch and listen to
Wayne and me. Jim especially seemed highly turned on by the whole
thing, listening and watching as Wayne and I made love as father and
son. He fisted himself furiously as Brian rammed his ass full of his long,
uncut shaft. The lust on both faces told the whole story.
Then Wayne said, ‘Fuck me, dad! Fuck me hard, like Jim’s getting
it now. I want to feel your cock inside me again!’ he almost pleaded.
I knelt behind his firm smooth ass, as he got on his hands and knees.
I licked and wet his tight brown hole, and played around the sensitive
opening with my finger. Then I pressed my finger inside the hot
tunnel, feeling the soft tissue give and become pliable to my protruding
index, knowing how wonderful it was going to feel around my daddycock.
I was totally caught up in our role playing, realizing that this had
probably happened for real between Wayne and his real dad, and maybe
more than once.
I caressed Wayne’s back and kissed his neck and cheek as I guided
the tip of my dripping hardon to his puckered butt hole. Slowly I pressed,
pushing a little more, to enter him. He was moaning and begging me
to give it to him. The four of us were at the height of excitement as my
cock slipped further into Wayne’s wanting asshole. My body quivered
as thoughts of having a son, and doing this most intimate male act, swirled
through my mind. Soon I was buried halfway up his ass, and Wayne
was swaying his head from side to side, and asking his dad, to give him
more, as he pressed back sinking onto my pulsing erection. I reached
around and replaced his hand with mine, on his throbbing, leaking,
youthful dong. My cock now fully inside the depths of his bowels, I began
to ride him, pulling back and driving in, fucking him like he was asking
me to do. ‘Oh God, fuck me good, dad. Fuck me hard like you used
to do!’ His words were driving me crazy, as I envisioned his request
with his own dad, and also knowing that Jim, his partner, and also Brian
were right there watching us!
I fucked him for all I was worth. Sweat was running off me and dripping
on his back and butt. I heard Brian cumming up Jim’s asshole,
and felt Wayne go wild as he looked over seeing Jim get filled with hot
spunk by the handsome, businessman, Brian. ‘Make me cum, daddy,’
I heard Wayne yell out. ‘Please, dad, make me cum!!’ I stuck my cock
even deeper inside his juicy butt hole, and I held it there and fisted his
rigid pole. He trembled, and was groaning, almost like crying, as I felt
his dick throb and pulse. He spilled out his pent up load onto the carpet
beneath him, and I head Jim moaning out his cum load as he watched
his younger partner cum as I fucked him.
I lost it at that point, and fired jet after jet of my thick, creamy sperm,
coating the insides of Wayne’s tender well-fucked asshole. We soon
collapsed down onto the floor. I was lying on top of Wayne’s, heated,
sweaty body, knowing he was lying in a pool of his warm, sticky cum
load that I had fucked and jacked out of him. Just like his dad would
have done.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but in a while Jim brought us
warm wash cloths and the four of us cleaned up. We sat naked, and
had some juice as we talked. I thought it strange that none of us mentioned
the role play between Wayne and me. Brian excused himself, saying
he had to be up and out of there early in the morning. We all got up
and I went to dress and got myself ready to go the short distance home.
Jim hugged me and said good night to me, thanking me for accepting
their invitation, and said I was welcome to drop over any time.
‘Come by soon, and we’ll tell you about the nude beach at the river
that’s nearby,’ he said, before going down the hallway to their
bedroom. Wayne walked me to the door. We hugged tightly, and I held
him in my arms telling him, ‘Thank you.’ I could feel the connection
between us. Wayne looked up at me, as I turned to go out the door.
‘Good night, Dad,’ he said, softly. I smiled down at him, and
mussed his hair.
Wow, was all I could think, as I drove back to my small, newly purchased
farmhouse. I would have retired even earlier, if I had know my farm
had been for sale sooner, I thought. Guess I had no reason to feel like
I was going to be lonely living out here in the country.