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You must be 18 or older (21 in some states) to purchase this magazine.Handjobs January 1997Letters 2A Lesson in the Store by M. H. W. 4My Blond-Boy Stud Student by R. Griffith 7Furry Creak Diary by Julius 14Championship Celebration by Peter 20The Coach by Mike White 23Tennis Anyone? Ð The Next Morning 32 by a Chicago FriendDaddyÕs Creamy Recipe by Rolando MŽrida 35The Lindell Boys by J. C. S. 42Mr. Tucker by Nicolas Mann 45More Weekend Fun with Uncle Jim 50 a true story by Danny DeeRemembering Summer 55Art Review Ð Kira Od 57Advertising 58-65Classifieds/Personals 66-78Handjobs Order Form 79Store List Ð where to buy Handjobs 80Copyright © 1996 by Avenue Services, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced inwhole or in part without written permission of the publisher, Avenue Services, Inc., a gay-owned and operatedbusiness. Published monthly by Avenue Services, Inc., PO Box 23219, Seattle, WA 98102-0519.This magazine is in compliance with the so-called ÒChild Protection Act of 1995Ó.No responsibility can be assumed for unsolicited material. All rights in letters sent to Handjobs will be treated uncon-ditionally assigned for publication and copyright purposes and are subject to HandjobÕs right to edit andcomment upon editorially.Safe and sane sexual behavior is encouraged by the publisher. The publisher, editor and contributors to Handjobscannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that results from proper or improperapplication of information imparted or ideas generated by material in Handjobs. Handjobs is designed to be usedonly as an aid for masturbation. Any similarity between people and places in the fiction in Handjobs and any realpeople and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as ÒboyÓ or ÒsonÓ, all characters in the fiction ofHandjobs are 18 years of age or older. It may be against the law to have sexual intercourse with people under theage of 18, but we do print memoirs of men talking about their own boyhood experiences. Printed in the US. http://www.avenueservices.com

Dear Readers, LettersWe enjoy hearing from you. Dear Handjobs: Taking the TitleWrite us at: (November Õ96) was good, but no,Avenue Services My Adoptive Son (December Õ96)PO Box 23219 was the best. The story was so honest, Seattle, WA 98102-0519 so true, and I was so envious of UncleFor email information, check our George, the boys, and even the mother.website at: She had to be their father too, and didhttp://www.avenueservices.com right in seeking help of Uncle George. Handjobs did right in honoring thoseof us who remember our mothers Ð thank you! ¥ ORDear Handjobs: Wow! IÕve just discovered Julius! One of the absolute greatsof male erotica! Not only his confident draftsmanship and accurate anatomy,but his focus on big, working-class beef cake body types that get my juices flowinglike few other artists have. Would he be available to do a small, commissioned drawing for me, visu-alizing my own specific fantasy? If I could write him a brief letter explainingmy idea to determine his reaction and his fee, that would be great. (IÕve commis-sioned work previously from The Hun, Matt, Teddy of Paris and others withgreat success.) IÕd greatly appreciate your response be either sending me JuliusÕ addressÐ or I could send you the letter to forward to him. Keep up the good work withyour very special books. Very sincerely yours. ¥ WAHandjobs Reply: Yes, Julius does draw commissions. To write to him, writeto: Julius c/o Avenue Services, PO Box 23219, Seattle, WA 98102-0519.Dear Handjobs: Your November 1996 issue was one of the hottest, horniestto date. The Rugby Match and JuliusÕ illustrations had my uncut prick throb-bing but Overall Boy written and illustrated by Rolando MŽrida Ð what a story:a hot cop, his lusty teenage son and a hairy bear man at a truck stop john. Pastor Rayford and yound Carl in The Prayer Room was another Òball beaterÓ!Having Fun with Uncle Jim really got my cock honey flowing! Hell, all the storieswere damned good! In the letters I was attracted to the great hairy chest (like one of JuliusÕ men!)of the bi-reader, married, page 9, from Wisconsin who has been having Òanongoing sexual relationshipÓ with his 25 year old son-in-law who is a fireman.What stories he could write! IÕve had fireman fantasies, wet dreams and jerk-off sessions as a lustyteenager when I hung around the firehouse where my dad was a volunteer.Is it possible to write to that Wisconsin bi-guy? I hope this letter will get himto pen a story about him and his fireman son-in-law. Also, now that weÕve seen his terrific hairy bear chest, perhaps heÕll drophis pants and let us see his hot buns and that hose of his that turns on his firemanson-in-law. IÕm sure that other Handjobs readers would be turned on too, just2 ¥ Letters

as we were by his macho chest and tender nips. DonÕt be selfish Wisconsin bi-guy. YouÕve gotthis NYC bi-guy eager to be your Òprick-palÓ Ðmay be a hot threesome with that fireman son-in-law. Two hot dad should give him enoughfire to handle!! If they want to write or phone me, my addressis on page 72 under the heading Hot Coach/DadSeeks Jock Stud/Son for Wild Locker RoomAction. Thank you for prompt delivery of allthe Julius books. Handjobs sure gets around. I havereceived letters and photos from all over theworld. ¥ NYDear Handjobs: You guys consistently put together Hot Coach/Dad Seeksa hot, potent magazine! Please, keep up the Jock Stud/Son for Wildgreat work! ¥ NY Locker Room ActionDear Handjobs: Your November issue of Handjobs came the other day. I couldnot put it down of course. I felt like a drained daddy, three times before I couldfinish all of the stories. Now I have to recover from the loss of cum and rereadall of them. More good times in the near future. Especially nice were the HavingFun with Uncle Jim and Keeping It In The Family. I am a nudist too. ¥ CAHey Guys: Just a note to say thanks for putting out such a great publication!I always feel I get more than my moneyÕs work from yaÕll. The stories are toohot and the drawings just awesome. Some get me hard just glancing at them.Keep up the great work! Gladly renewing for another strokinÕ six months. Oneof these days IÕm gonna find a Daddy to act out some of these daddy/boy stories.Thanks again for all the entertainment. ¥ MIDear Handjobs: Thanks for your great mag. I discovered you at C ÕnÕMinimarket and Liquors (Aiea, Hawaii) almost two years ago and afterwasting a whole lot of time and gas making trips there each month hoping invain that the new issue had come in, I finally became a subscriber. Best thingIÕve done in a long time. Thanks for the renewal reminder. Let me register my preference for stories about dads and sons, especiallythose in which there is an obvious bond of love and respect between father andson. My all-time favorite is last yearÕs Summer Vacation with Dad. A close secondis OctoberÕs Genes Will Out. Having said that, the first story in NovemberÕsissue, Taking the Title, was incredible! Any chance of sequels to these. By theway, the more realistic and graphic the narrative, the better (ie. BOLDCAPS, etc.). Thanks again. ¥ HIDear Handjobs: More stories of young boys making it with their grandpas orgreat grandpas uncut and full of man cheese. I remember when my grandpalet me lick off all his cheese then I would suck out all his cream. Keep up thegood work. One great book. ¥ eMail Letters ¥ 3

A Lesson in the Store by M. W. H. I only knew him as Joey. He had been coming into my store for years. Withjet black hair and drop-dead good looks, I guessed him to be of Italiandescent. A real Adonis. I had watched as he had grown up to become a veryhandsome young man. But what had been one of the sexiest young boys that IÕd ever seen, was nowa cocky young punk. He was now hanging out on the street with a couple ofother kids all headed for trouble. I had hoped to influence him, by showing interest in him. Hell, I couldnÕtkeep my eyes off him. I wanted to hold him and hug him and kiss those fullluscious lips and tell him how much I cared for him. He came into my store one night near closing time. As usual, he headed forthe candy bars. I had suspected that he was taking more candy bars than hewas paying for, but I was usually too busy to keep track of him. But tonight Iwould be able to watch him, which was something I always liked to do. Pretending to be busy, I watched him through the newly installed securitymirror as he took a candy bar and put it in his pocket, and then another, finallytaking one more and coming to the counter. Digging into his loose fitting jeanshe offered up fifty cents for the candy bars. ÒThatÕll be a buck fifty,Ó I said. ÒFor a candy bar?Ó he questioned. ÒHow about the other two you put in your pocket?Ó I said. Throwing the coins on the counter, he looked at me and said, ÒFuck you!Óand headed for the door. Flipping on the electric door lock, I jumped over the counter and caughthim at the door. ÒNot so fast. YouÕre coming with me.Ó I turned the sign to ÒClosedÓon the door and started walking him to the back room. ÒWhere are you taking me?Ó he asked. ÒIÕm going to give you a pat search, and if I find those candy bars, weÕll callthe police and tell them what youÕve been doing.Ó He tried to break away, butthanks to my size and military police officer training, I easily controlled him. Pushing him into the back room, I instructed him to lean against a stack ofcases against the side wall. I started with the usual frisking of his arms and upperbody, and was surprised to find a hard muscular body that could have givenme a problem, had he really wanted to. ÒTake off your jacket,Ó I ordered. He did as he was told, giving the jacketto me. I reached into the left pocket, pulling out the two candy bars that I hadseen him put there. ÒYou think these were worth all this?Ó I asked. He didnÕtreply. ÒLean up against those cases again. What else do have on you?Ó He did ashe was told. Continuing to frisk him, I felt something in his right sock. I liftedup his pant leg and pulled out a rather large pocket knife. ÒDo you know thisis a concealed weapon?Ó I asked. All I got was a look of utter contempt. Pushing him up against the stackedcases again, and squatting down I continued to frisk him. Reaching up high4 ¥ A Lesson in the Store

in his crotch, I felt the fullness of his balls and cock. I probably lingered in thisarea a little too long, but I could feel a thrill go through me, and felt my owncock start to get hard. Suddenly, without warning, he spun around and pulled open the buttonson his jeans, grabbed inside, and pulled out the most beautiful cock I thinkIÕd ever seen. It was already semi-hard. ÒHere, is this what you were really looking for?Ó he said, and he pulled myhead forward and shoved his cock into my mouth. I had dreamed of this for years. He started to stroke his cock in and out ofmy mouth. He had a good six inches or more of circumcised cock which wasquite large around, and had a really large head. I couldnÕt believe this washappening. But I wasnÕt so much sucking his cock, as he was fucking my face. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and undid the top button on hisjeans and they dropped to his feet. Feeling around I unsnapped the pair of sportboxers he was wearing and pulled them over his wet cock, and down aroundhis ankles. The aroma of his young boy body shot a surge of lust through methat almost made me shoot off in my pants. I quickly opened my pants and hauled out my roaring hard cock and startedto stroke myself like crazy. I was aware he was taking off his tanktop shirt, sohe was practically naked in front of me. Reaching up I put his balls in my onehand and felt their weight. Then taking my other hand off my cock, I reachedup and gently brushed his left nipple. He started to fuck my face even harder, and I could tell he was going to climaxin my mouth. In a couple of minutes my mouth was filled with a gusher of hotcreamy cum, his nuts pulled up tight against his body. I just kept swallowingthe hot bursts of cum until he was completely spent, saving the last drops tosavor its sweet creamy taste. As his cock slowly started to soften, I looked up at him with an embarrassedsmile. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stepped back, looking downwith a dirty look. ÒFucking faggot!Ó he said. I was instantly incensed. Standing up, my pants dropped to the floor. I grabbedhim by his hair and pressed my lips to his. Using my cheek to block his nostrils,I waited for him to take a breath. When he did, I emptied my mouth of cuminto his. ÒNow punk, what have you got to say?Ó Almost instinctively, I turned myface to the right as the wad of cum and saliva hit the side of my face. Totallypissed now, I had plenty of strength and pulled him to where there was a rowof lower cases, pulling him backwards onto them. His feet came up off the floor.Holding him down with my left hand, while stepping out of my pants, I pulledoff his shoes, shorts, and pants in a quick motion. I moved in between his legs,while I took off my shirt. I wiped the saliva and cum from my cheek and wiped it all around his exposedhole, taking my finger and probing that tight virgin opening. ÒWhat are you going to do?Ó he asked. I noticed I wasnÕt getting much resis-tance. A Lesson in the Store ¥ 5

ÒIÕm going to teach you a lesson youÕre not going to forget soon,Ó I said. Ispit in my hand and rubbed it all over my raging hard cock. I hooked my armsunder his legs, lifting them. Holding his wrists with my hands, I movedforward and felt my cock touching against his hot virgin hole. I pushedforward and felt my cock slid away from his hot tight opening. Repositioningmyself, I tried again, and again it slipped away. ÒPlease, Sir, anything but this,Ó he said. ÒI promise IÕll never steal from youagain.Ó ÒJust relax,Ó I said, Òand take your lesson like a man!Ó I leaned a little moreforward and pushed. This time I felt the head of my uncut cock push into hishot virgin hole. He had a look of uncertainty and arrogance. I pushedforward again, and felt my cock slide in easily about half the length of my full,proud, eight inches. I stopped for a couple of seconds, so he could get used tothe feel of my cock inside him. Looking down I was met with a look of defiance. Well, it was going to bea contest of wills. I slowly pushed my cock all the way in up to the hilt. I feltmy large heavy balls touching up against his butt. I started to pump my harduncut eight inches in and out of his hot virgin hole. Feeling the head of my cock rubbing the sides of his tight chute, I pumpedmy cock slowly in and out, taking care not to cause unnecessary pain. The lookof defiance was still there. Pulling my cock slowly all the way out, I slammedmy cock all the way back in several times. Now, his head was thrown back andhis eyes were closed. He was moving his head from side to side. His nostrilswere flared and he was breathing heavily. ÒOh papa, É oh papa, IÕve been so bad! É Teach me, teach me a lessonIÕll never forget!Ó I couldnÕt believe what I was hearing. ÒIÕm on fire, papa. É IÕm so hot, IÕm on fire. É DonÕt stop, papa!Ó He triedto free his hands so cautiously I let go of his wrists. He reached immediatelyfor his cock and started to stroke it. His legs wrapped tightly around my backand we started to move together. I fucked him with deep passion and heardhim say, ÒI love you, papa.Ó ÒPapa, IÕm going to explode. IÕm coming É IÕm coming!Ó he shouted. I wasso turned on now, that I knew I was going to climax, too. I pulled back a little,just in time to see my young stud shoot a long stream of cum all over his chest.I could feel my nuts start to unload streams of cum deep inside of him. Over and over we came together in the most incredible climax. He reachedup and pulled me to him. Our lips met in a long passionate kiss, our tonguesintertwined together. I held him and hugged him for a long moment, as theworld came back into focus. I released my hold on him. ÒAre you ok, Joey?Ó I asked him. ÒYeah, IÕm fine!Ó he grinned. ÒBoy, that was good! É IÕve thought of doingthis for a long time. I saw how you looked at me every time I came in here. Ijust didnÕt know how to tell you.Ó So my attentions had not been missed!6 ¥ A Lesson in the Store

Joey came to work for me in the store, quit hanging out on the streets, andfinished school, even college. Now after many years, Joseph comes into the store with his wife and twobeautiful sons, who are rapidly becoming young men themselves. We still havea special love between us. The other day he asked if I needed help in the store. He said, ÒI caught myboys fucking around with each other. É I think those guys could learn a lessonor two from you!Ó We both laughed. My Blond Stud-Boy Student A number of years ago I was teaching Sociology in a large Midwestern univer-sity. For one class I had a large auditorium full of students, mostly freshmen.I had a lectern on the stage and felt very distant from all the students, therewere so many. All the tests were multiple guess and corrected by machines.The only contact I had with students, is when they felt they had answered thequestion correctly, and they had not. After the first test, a neatly dressed handsome young man, blond wavy hair,small of build, 5Õ6Ó with an angular face, blue eyes that sparkled and a smilethat would beguile anyone, came up to discuss one question on the test.Stan introduced himself and during the discussion complemented me on mylectures. I appreciated the comments, and asked him about himself, what hisplans were, how old he was, 19, was he from this city, yes, did he live at home,yes, any brothers or sisters, yes, he has one a twin brother. A whole list of twinquestions and answers went on, as well as my desire to get to know him betterand take in all the details I could, on the Adonis Standing before me. Did bothof you sleep in the same room still (I almost said bed); did your parents dressyou the same or different; do you still feel close to Steve, your brother? Yes.What do you do when you are not in school; what are your hobbies? One ofthem was playing billiards at home. He asked if I would like to come over andplay a few games. The smile on his face and the sensual feelings he was givingme, made my cock harden immediately. Here I am almost old enough to be his father, with my oldest sons six yearsyounger than he, my temples graying, considered handsome by many; 150 lbs,5Õ11Ó dark hair, trim mustache, and my hard 7Ó cock tenting my pant leg outand throbbing. I tried to adjust it without he or anyone else in the emptyingclassroom seeing it, but this lovely study-boy only smiled more. I donÕt knowif he was as excited as I was or saw my anxious eyes looking him over, espe-cially his crotch or not but he asked me if this was my last class and could I drivehim home. Absolutely ! Wow! Thank goodness it was my last class or I wouldhave cut the rest of the day, even though I was a professor. I quickly gathered my things into my briefcase and we walked closetogether, out into the parking lot and to my VW. I let him in first and took agood look at StanÕs beautifully formed boy butt. It was neatly covered with tight My Blond Stud-Boy Student ¥ 7

slacks that showed off his bubble-boy butt with a nice cleft that separated thetwo orbs. I put my briefcase in the back seat behind him and squeezed his shoulderas I moved back to close the door. He smelled wonderful. That young cleancut boy smell. It sent shivers throughout my body remembering when I wasyoung and had friends that smelled so sweet too. When I got into the car, my hardon had not gone done and was very promi-nent when I pulled up my pants to sit down. I didnÕt care if this boy stud didsee it throb and jump. I started the car, put it in reverse, and StanÕs knee wasright there. He held it tight against my hand, but not obviously. As I turnedaround to look out the back, our eyes met and he smiled a very sweet inno-cent stud-boy smile. I moved my shoulder and my hand slid to his thigh andI let it rest there while I backed up. I had a hard time not squeezing his thighand running my hand up to this boyÕs crotch, but I controlled myself as bestI could. I shifted to low and second and kept my hand on the shift gear, wishingit was his love shaft, but I had to play it cool, as he was really not making anyadvances at this point. He kept his knee at my hand. When we had gotten onthe streets, I would put it into 4th gear and then since his leg was there I wouldrest my hand on his thigh and ask him about himself, and joke with him andgive his thigh a squeeze or two. Oh, this daddy was getting hotter by the minute. The questions went immediately to, ÒDo you have a girl friend?Ó ÒYes, well sort of.Ó ÒDo you go out often?Ó ÒSort of.Ó ÒHave you made love to her?Ó ÒA little petting but I really donÕt know how to make love.Ó ÒIt sort of comes naturally you know,Ó I said. He replied that she didnÕt wantto and so he had never pursued it. ÒDid you and your brother ever play around together?Ó ÒYes, we have. He has a problem though, his prick has the opening downfrom the head a ways. And so he is different than me. We are both cutthough, and not very big,Ó he shared. I said, ÒSize doesnÕt matter, only the enjoyment you get from using itmakes any difference.Ó Needless to say the juices were flowing inside of me and out of the end ofmy hard daddy-dick, spotting my pants. I asked what he and Steve, hisbrother, had done together, learning about sex. He said that they mostly hadjacked off, and sucked each other once in a while, but in the last year or so,Steve didnÕt want to do it anymore. (Oh, if I had only had a twin brother, wewould be doing all kind of boy things.) Stan said that he had not doneanything with anyone else. We got to his home and no one was home, so we went to the basement andorganized the billiard balls, and shot part of a game of billiards. I hadnÕt playedin a long time, nor was very good at it and I and asked him to show me how.He got over the top of me as best this boy stud could do to hold my hands, sayingthat I was a lot like his dad. He pressed himself against my back and I could8 ¥ My Blond Stud-Boy Student

feel his hard stud-boy prick pressing into my buttocks. He made some fuckingmotions and I took the hint and pushed back against him feeling his hard boyprick push into my daddy-butt cheeks. I turned my head to the side, we were nose to nose, asked if he would ratherplay some other kind of billiards and Stan smiled that innocent stud-boy smileand said he would love to play with a better set of balls. I put the cue stick downand reached behind me to feel his throbbing boy cock. It wasnÕt very long, maybe4Ó or 5Ó but it was hard and anxious. Stan reached around and took hold ofmy very hard cock. I turned around and he hugged me very tightly. I put myarms around him and leaned over to kiss him. His handsome innocent stud-boy face, his beautiful blue eyes and sensuous mouth looked starved foraffection. He opened his delicious boy-mouth and I kissed him and drove mydaddy-tongue deep into his mouth and rolled mine around his tongue as wekissed for a long time, feeling each other all over and very closely. My daddydick got harder as did StanÕs boy-dick. We almost could not let loose of eachother. Stan hung onto me and wrapped his legs around mine to get closer. Hehumped his boy-dick into mine and I guess we could almost have cum rightthen and there. However, I wanted to have him close to me in the flesh beforeerupting. I pushed him gently away from me. When we finally released each other, I said that I would like to teach himhow to make love. Stan said that he really wanted to know, and could we startnow. I was in a state of sheer joy and excitement, and I could feel his eager-ness and desire to learn. I wondered if being in the house was safe, since heand Steve still sleep in the same room, and my career was at stake to say theleast, back then, so I suggested we drive into the country and find a secludedplace. My house was off limits as my wife and children were there. Stan saidthat he knew a secluded ÒloverÕs laneÓ where we could go and have some privacy.Off we went. On the way there we talked about the facts of life and the mechanics of fucking,sucking, gratification, orgasms, protection from disease, how to stimulate womenand men and how to not have children until you are ready. He was frequentlyfeeling my daddy-hardon, saying he wanted to keep it very ready, and I wasdoing the same to his boy-stud-dick. When we arrived, and felt secure and undisturbed, I reached over and startedto feel his chest and tits, and unbuttoned his shirt, and reached in andsqueezed and massaged his hairless chest and young boy-tits and talkedsoftly about how a stud-boyÕs tits are a very exciting part of the body. He leanedover and wanted to kiss again, so we did. Stan put his boy-tongue in my mouththis time and I sucked it hard and I massaged his tits and smooth muscled babyboy-abdomen, hard and smooth, I reached around under his shirt andpulled him closer to me, and felt his back and the top of his buttocks underhis belt. Such a beautifully smooth boy-butt with a virgin boy-pussy not far away.My daddy adrenaline was flowing fast and furious. We were still kissing as I unbuttoned his pants and felt his rigid boy-cock My Blond Stud-Boy Student ¥ 9

through his briefs. It was just the right size. Not very big around but it was goingto be the best mouthful of boy cock I would ever have. Stan lifted his virginbutt up toward me as I felt him and he groped my daddy-dick. I moved mykissing down his chin, around to his ears and neck. Oh, how wonderful is thetaste and smell of a young boy. Then I moved to his beautiful smooth lightlydefined chest and then to his tits and sucked them and tongued them. He moanedand squirmed and pushed his chest toward me, and I sucked harder. He puthis free hand and arm around my head and pulled me closer as I sucked eachboy-tit and kissed my way down his clean fresh smooth abdomen. I stuck mytongue in his naval and bathed it with kisses, he was wiggling, like he didnÕtknow where to go. I moved my kissing on down to his covered boy-prick and sucked it throughhis briefs, from top to bottom, as he lifted himself off the seat. Oh, it was deli-cious to feel his boy-balls and his thighs, as I sucked on this precious boy-tool.I was pinching and feeling his tits and abdomen, and he was moaning and lettingout guttural sounds of ecstasy, he kept pushing toward my ministrations, andI was sucking and feeling his boy-cock get harder and harder. I had to havethese virgin boy-jewels and scepter. I reached up and grabbed his shorts andpants with both hands in front and back while he lifted up and I pulled themdown to his ankles. He sat back down and I gazed at his smooth milk-whiteboy-skin. A sight to behold. His young hard cock and balls were crowned withonly a tuft of light golden brown hair. His hips and thighs were slim and graceful.He was a living boy-Adonis. I leaned over again and kissed and tongued all around this beautifulsight, his abdomen, and thighs and groin, never touching his hard throbbingboy-scepter and virgin jewels. He squirmed and wiggled and pushed up, hopingI would engulf him, but for a bit, all I did was circle this humping boy-studÕsmanhood. He kept feeling my hardon and with one hand fumbled to get my belt undoneand my pants unzipped, when he was having trouble he would go back to kneadingme, because I would attack him in a different way and he would have to stop,as his attention turned to himself and the pleasure he was feeling probably forthe first time in his young life. I finally helped him a little and he got my zipperdown and pulled my pants and briefs down a bit and his hand felt cold on myhot daddy-cock, but it felt good as he struggled to get my hardon free of mypant leg. All seven inches sprang to new life as he freed it, and Stan said to me,ÒOhhhhhh, Daddy, what a big cock you have, and itÕs sooooo hard. Ohhhh,I love to feel it and play with it.Ó He started to pump it slowly and run his fingersover the head and made me shudder and want to feed him some daddy-cumas I got very close to climaxing, several times. But I held on to his hand onceand a while as I could feel myself getting to close, as I wanted this to last fora long time. I finally could wait no longer to engulf StanÕs jewels, I spread his legs aparta bit by putting my hand between his thighs and feeling his perineum and hard-ness between his legs. I used my tongue to entwine his balls and pull them into10 ¥ My Blond Stud-Boy Student

my mouth. Like two jewels they were sucked into daddyÕs mouth and Isucked gently and tugged at them, and tongued them around and around. Hisdelicious sweet manly boy-odor was exhilarating. I kept massaging his tits andstomach and finally felt my way down to his scepter and felt of its young hard-ness. I pumped on it gently and squeezed it. He was moaning and spreadinghis legs further apart and pushing up against my mouth. I kept circling his holewith the middle finger of my other hand and started to push my way in to hisvirgin boy pussy with one finger. He opened his legs more and pushed downon it, as I slipped it in part way. Stan moaned, whispering, ÒOh, hummm, Daddy,that feels so good. DonÕt stop. Put your finger in further. I have never felt anythinglike it.Ó I released his balls from my mouth as we both needed to relax beforewe both exploded. We sat motionless for a few moments. I still had my headin his crotch, inhaling he wonderful boy smells. Oh, how delicious. I told him he was a very handsome stud, and very sexy. He said he was reallyenjoying this and he had missed doing anything with his brother for quite awhile, and he was happy we had met and were together. He started to pump my daddy-cock again and I decided to ÒeatÓ all of him.I held his boy-cock up straight and licked the head, he jumped, I kissed thehead, he jumped again, and each time I shoved my finger up his boy-pussya bit more. I finally went down on this young scepter of love and nuzzled mynose in his groin, smelling his wonderful boy/man smell. His cock was just fillingmy mouth and touching the back of my throat. I sucked hard on it and tonguedaround it and withdrew it and plunged back again. Stan was bucking againstme as I pumped up and down on this just right size of a boy-dick mouthful.Each time he humped back to thrust again I would drive my finger up his virginboy-pussy and wiggle it against his prostrate. My stud-boy was in ecstacy, moaning and groaning and humping and wiggling and squirming, holding tight to my cock and pumping on it only once and a while, because he couldnÕt concentrate on anything round about him except his own sensations. Stan ran his hands through my hair and pushed my head down on his cock. What a thrill it was for me to make Stan, the stud-boy feel so good. This boy was really Ira Smith My Blond Stud-Boy Student ¥ 11

turned on just as this daddy was. I then tried to do what I have always wanted to do for many others I haveknown, but couldnÕt. I used my free hand to reach around and cup his ballsand pull them up a bit. The next time I plunged down on his scepter and putmy tongue out and licked around his boy-jewels and pulled them into my mouth.I had to swallow some of his head to get them into my mouth but it was worthit. What a delicious package of boy/manhood Stan had. I kept drawing moreand more of his boy-sack into my mouth and going deeper and deeperbetween his legs and I engulfed everything he had. What wonderful clean boy-smells he had to give this daddy pleasures. Hewas pushing up harder and harder against me and straining to open his legsfurther. I was pushing up hard with my finger in this hot virgin boy-pussy. Isucked hard, and swallowed, we held on, pushing against each other, I wasmassaging his prostrate and sucking and licking his balls in my mouth and hadreached back to his boy-tits and was gently but firmly pinching them, each inturn. He was holding on hard to my daddy-prick, he couldnÕt even pump it hewas so turned on, and so close to an explosion. Moaning and making gutturalsounds like a boy satyr in hot throws of love. I sucked and licked just a few timesmore and then I could feel his boy-cum rising fast up through his fuck tool. Ireleased just enough suction so that I could taste his sweet boy-nectar, and savorit. It exploded into my mouth as he humped up with each shot. How sweet it was, the most delicious boy-cum I have ever tasted. Stan theboy-stud kept cumming, and when he was through, I sucked some more. Hebucked again and again at me, until he was dry. I held him motionless as I savoredhis ample load in my mouth and he relaxed onto my finger in his boy-pussy.I let him down onto the seat, and we rested, he still holding firmly to my daddy-hardon. He could only whisper, ÒWhewwwwww!, Oh, Daddy, Daddy,Daddy, WOW!Ó as he breathed deeply again, and again. I withdrew my finger from his boy-hole very slowly, as it had gone in dry.I massaged his chest very slowly so as to relax him. I raised up and looked atthis handsome blond stud-boy. His blue eyes radiating pleasure, and unbe-lief from the shear ecstasy he had just enjoyed. I leaned forward and kissedhim sharing some of his sweet boy-juice. He sucked back and tongued my mouthclean. Oh how wonderful it was, as we embraced and rested. He started to pump my still rock hard daddy-cock while we were kissing,and I really needed to cum. I was very keyed up with this new found boy, ofsuch Adonis like proportions, and so eager. We broke our kissing embrace andI leaned back and closed my eyes as he stroked me. I could think of nothingbut how pleasurable it was to have made this boy, Stan, feel so good, and howI wanted to do it again and make love in every way with him. I felt his gentle young fingers on my cock and on my chest, pinching my nipples,as I had done his. I felt him lean over and blow hot breaths on my daddy cock-head as he pumped me. Then I felt his tongue licking the head of my cock andhis lips gently sucking the head, while he pumped the shaft. He then went to12 ¥ My Blond Stud-Boy Student

my tits, and sucked one and then the other, with his fingers pinching gentlythe other one, back and forth. Then he moved down my abdomen andkissed and licked it and tongued my naval. Now I was lifting up to greet hismouth and I was moaning and groaning. I gently ran my hands through hishair and felt his neck and back and reached with one hand to his hips and overto his boy-cock, which was hardening again. He again reached for my hard daddy-cock and kissed the head andmassaged my balls. He asked why my cock and balls were hairless. I said thatafter my vasectomy, I enjoyed keeping them shaved, (as I frequently wore aleather cock ring and without hair it was easier to get it on and off). He wentback to sucking my cock and took more of it into his hot boy-mouth, but hewasnÕt use to the length or the diameter. He only got about half of it in and pumpedon the other half with one hand and reached between my outspread legs tomassage my asshole. I moved to allow him access to my hole and he shoveda finger up in. He started to pump up and down on my shaft with his mouth,faster, off and on, as far as he could go. He wiggled his finger on my prostateas I pushed down on his hand as far as I could go. I was getting very hot andcloser to shooting my daddy-load, I pushed down on his head a bit, but didnÕtwant stud-boy Stan to gag or make feel uncomfortable about what he was doing.He could learn how to take a daddy-cock inch by inch. Finally, in between moans and deep breathing, I told him he was about readyto receive some daddy- cum, if he didnÕt want to take it he didnÕt have to. Stanonly plunged down further and pumped my shaft with his hand and massagedmy balls more as he drove his finger up my asshole. I bucked up and downwith much pleasure and shot my hot daddy-load into his mouth. He held ontight and continued to suck until I had finished. He let me down and removedhis finger, but kept his mouth on my cock. He swallowed some of my cum andthen came off my cock with a tight suck so as not to lose any daddy-juice. Stan lifted him self up and looked at me with those sensuous eyes, put hishand around my neck, pulling me to him, and kissed me with a cum filled tongue.I eagerly sucked on his tongue and tasted my own juices. The tartness takenout of it a bit by what remained of StanÕs boy-juices still in my mouth. We kissedquite passionately for some time hugging and feeling each other all over. StandidnÕt seem to want to quit. But all good things must come to an end and sowe parted and sat back and breathed deeply and silently for a while. Stan said he had learned a lot in just one ÔclassÕ and could we get togetheragain. My answer were obviously yes, any time. Leather Pride! Upcoming eventsServing the Washington State Jan 17-19 Bears do La$ Vega$ ÐLeather Community and the Pacific Bears of Idaho, Las VegasNorthwest. Jan 17-19 Portland Uniform 1202 E. Pike St #707 Weekend V Ð In Uniform & AUA Seattle, WA 98122 [email protected] Jan 24-26 Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend Centaur MC, Washington DC My Blond Stud-Boy Student ¥ 13

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Championship Celebration by Peter Coach Thompson had promised us a ÔtreatÕ if we won the WrestlingChampionships, and we did! Mike and Scott and I were so excited, but we didnÕttell a soul. No one, that is, except Ned, the schoolÕs ÔhotÕ maintenance man becausewe wanted him in on the ÔtreatÕ. My stepdad, Roy, overheard us talking in my bedroom about our celebrationplans. ÒCongratulations, boys,Ó he smiled as he entered the room, and we alllooked up surprised. ÒSo youÕre gonna be rewarded by the coach for winning.ÓHe gathered us up in his strong arms and we all hugged him close. I must admit,we ran our hands all over him. My stepdad was wearing running shorts and a tank top in soft cotton withred and white trim, and emblazoned all over it was the title ÒCockerville FireDepartment Ð CaptainÓ. You can imagine what it must have looked like, threeyoung men hugging and kissing a grown man, all hairy and sweaty. Wewere so happy having won our matches and finding favor with my stepdad. ÒI want to be the first to congratulate you,Ó and he kissed each of us on thecheek, only I went back and kissed him on the lips. He looked surprised, espe-cially when I put my hand behind his head and pulled him close again andgave him a very adult open mouth kiss. ÒMmm,Ó he admitted and let me exchangetongue lickings with him and feel my wet lips against his. This was the first time I ever kissed my stepdad in such an explicit way. Butthen my friends were getting pretty affectionate with my stepdad, too, and IdonÕt think he could have stopped us if he wanted to. ÒTom, I see I donÕt have to wait any longer to seduce you, or your friends.ÓHe was right. Mike was taking the liberty of licking my stepdadÕs hairychest, especially his nipples which were large enough to entertain MikeÕs mouthand his fingers. Mike licked my stepdadÕs underarms, too, which were reallyhairy and sweaty but at least, Roy always smelled good to me. Very manly, Ithought. Scott was being even more bold and had begun exploring under mystepdadÕs shorts, tugging on his tight jock making it snap back with a ÒwhackÓ.After he pulled it far enough away to see his big hairy balls, he could see hisgreat dick, too. I saw him looking up RoyÕs shorts at his hairy thighs and firm,round butt surrounded by the jockÕs narrow straps. I wanted to see all the pubichair showing on either side of his jock and play with it with my fingers. ThatÕswhat Scott was doing and it tickled Roy so he squirmed in our arms. I then put my hand down his shorts under the waistband of his jock and felthis furry buns. I thought how funny a man should have hair on his ass, butit excited me and I liked feeling my stepdadÕs soft round bottom. Mike put his left hand on my stepdadÕs bottom, too, and we squeezed andhad our fun together. He put his right hand down RoyÕs shorts in front, underthe jock, to feel his now elongating manly flesh. MikeÕs eyes grew large as RoyÕsrod grew so much bigger and longer in his hand. It filled his hand to overflowing.Mike couldnÕt hold it all. But then Scott added his hand under RoyÕs jock, andmy stepdad humped as my two best friends jerked him off double-fisted. Still20 ¥ Championship Celebration

his cock was so big that I, too, was able to wrap my hand around it. It was sothrilling as the three of us jerked my stepdad off in unison and our hands werekept busy making the rest of him feel good as well. ÒOh boys,Ó he called out, bucking back and forth under our foreplay, ÒyouÕvegot me so hot.Ó He was so carried away from all the attention it was obviouswhat was ÔcummingÕ next. We slipped off our pants and sneakers and socksand shirts so fast, all the while feeling and licking our way around mystepdadÕs body. He was feeling us up, too, playing with our smooth asses, dippinghis fingers in our bum holes as he did. As Scott rode his left hand, Mike rodehis right, and I pulled down his red shorts, and we all licked his jockstrap until it was soaking wet. You could see through it now, and although it barely covered his Ira Smith Championship Celebration ¥ 21

balls anymore, it didnÕt cover but and inch or two of his now straining erec-tion. Several inches, straight up, his throbbing manhood stood, above his moist,soft jock. Together Scott and Mike took the jock in their teeth and hauled itdown below my stepdadÕs knees. Was there ever a tongue-fest then as the threeof us licked our way up, down, and around my stepdadÕs impressive man meat.I licked all around the head following every curve and groove right to the slit.Mike and Scott ran their lips up and down all at the same time making Roylose control as he came nearer and nearer to orgasm. If they had kept it up he surely would have popped, but soon they each tooka hairy ball in their mouth and took control of my butch stepdad reducing himto a Ôlove slaveÕ. His balls looked good as they creamed them with theirtongues. I now had full access to his mouth-watering erection which fit partway inmy mouth and then with some left over. I relaxed to swallow more, but wasso elated seeing him look down at me with such pleasure that it took some timeto swallow all of his massive meat. But I did, again and again. I was in no hurry,so as Mike and Scott traded off licking his hairy ass and balls, I languished onhis enormous mouth-warmer and let my lips soak every square inch of his fleshytool. I could tell they were licking his asshole, which at first seemed strange tome, but the look on his face told me he was in ecstasy. With his hands he partedhis furry cheeks so they could have easier access to his ÔsecretÕ. My ass began to warm and wish it were at the end of his love toy. Eventually,with all the fun now happening on my bed, I lay on my back and raised mylegs for my stepdad to rest his rampant rod on my soft inviting asshole.Drawing him in, I literally engulfed his manly meat swallowing inch after inchuntil his abundant pubic hair hit against my anxious bottom. ÒI wonÕt last long,Ó he acknowledged. ÒThis has been too good.Ó He begandriving his point home up between my sweet, tender ass cheeks. Scott and Mikewere busy planning some devious adventure. As Mike waved his ÔflagÕ in frontof my stepdadÕs panting face, Scott surprised Roy from behind and slippedhis own ÔsaluteÕ up RoyÕs moist, hairy ass. ÒOhhh!Ó he shrieked, only to be muffled by MikeÕs hot rod occupying hismouth completely. There he was, my stepdad, getting it up his manly bottom,giving it full force to me, and having it shoved down his throat, time and again. ÒHere it comes!Ó Mike came first, filling my stepdadÕs mouth so full it over-flowed down the sides and onto his hairy chest. His eyes were wide with surprise,his AdamÕs apple pulsating as fast as it could, to swallow as much as hecould. ÒIÕm next... IÕm cumming Ð in a big way!Ó Scott went off pulling on my stepdadÕsgorgeous nipples, stretching them out so far, delighting him. Roy clearlywas over the edge. Imagine how it felt to have hot cum streaming up his assand down his throat. I was the happy recipient of his super hot load. From the start, Royrumbled. He shook so much the bed knocked the wall, sending everything tumbling.22 ¥ Championship Celebration

My trophies, athletic posters, even my Cockerville High School bannerwhich landed flat across my chest. With all his thick fresh cum creaming myinsides, I couldnÕt keep from cumming myself. I coated my own schoolÕs bannerwith the steaming sticky stuff. Everyone laughed as we recovered. I thought how great it was to finally getto ÔknowÕ my stepdad, the way I wanted to, and with my best friends. I could only imagine what will happen when Coach Thompson and Nedget to ÔtreatÕ us, as promised, for winning the wrestling championship. If itÕsanything like my stepdad did for us É I canÕt wait! The Coach by Mike White My sophomore year in college I was the equipment manager for the base-ball team. Not a very glamorous job, but I liked doing it. It also gave me a chance to be close to Mr. Osmund, the coach. He was theobject of many a jack-off fantasy for me. Coach Osmund was 6Õ2Ó of solid muscle.He was only in his late twenties, so he was more like an older brother than ateacher. Usually, Coach was in his office until I finished straightening out thelocker room. But one afternoon, I heard him calling my name. ÒYeah, Coach?Ó I asked, sticking my head in the open door. ÒHave a seat, Mike,Ó he said, waving me into the room. ÒWant a beer? ItÕsOK. EverybodyÕs gone.Ó He popped the top on a can and leaned across hisdesk to give it to me. I watched the muscles in his hairy arm flex. He told me what a great job I was doing. ÒI really appreciate all your help.ÓHe took a long pull on his beer. I was very shy at the time and blushed terribly. ÒMan, IÕm hot,Ó Coach pulled his shirt off. He flashed me a big smile underhis bushy mustache. He was well muscled, naturally, and his chest wascovered with reddish brown hair. His nipples were hidden under the thick covering. ÒIÕm gonna take a shower. Care to join me?Ó he asked, standing up behindhis desk. The bulge in his tight shorts seemed to be bigger than usual. ÒUh, sure,Ó I replied. I tried not to stare. We went into the shower room. We were alone. The team had been gonefor some time. ÒHere,Ó Coach threw me a towel. Since all he had to take off was his shortsand shoes, he was under the water before I was even half undressed. I was afraid to look at Coach. I was sure my dick would get hard. ÒDate much, Mike?Ó Coach asked. ÒNot a lot. Too busy with my classes,Ó I said, over my shoulder. I had myback to him. I didnÕt want him to see that my dick was getting hard. ÒNo need to be shy,Ó Coach said. ÒYouÕre a good looking guy; youÕve gota nice build.Ó His voice seemed to be closer. The Coach ¥ 23

I turned around and he was standing right behind me. ÒYou just turned eighteen, didnÕt you?Ó Coach asked. I nodded, but couldnÕt say a word. ÒPoor Mike,Ó Coach said, Òeighteen and never been kissed.Ó And hekissed me. I could taste the beer on his breath. I collapsed into his arms. I had dreamed about this for months. ÒAnd, youÕre hung like a horse,Ó Coach stroked my now rock hard dick. ÒIÕve never É.Ó ÒThatÕs all right. IÕll teach you,Ó he said. And he did. Coach slowly workedhis way down my chest, gently teasing my nipples under their spreading coveringof hair. Coach worked his way down my flat stomach. His hand stroked mydick. He kissed my belly. I gasped when I felt his breath on my pulsing dick. Coach looked up at me, ÒHas anyone ever É?Ó I shook my head no. I couldnÕt talk. Coach took the head of my cock into his mouth. IÕd never felt anything likeit before. I was afraid I would shoot right away. But Coach was an expert. AsI watched, his mustache slid up and down my dick. He would get me close andthen stop. Get me close and stop again. He did this a few times. It wasmaking me crazy. ÒYou ready?Ó Coach asked, looking up at me from the shower room floor. I nodded. Without another word, Coach swallowed my dick to the base. Instinct took over and I began to fuck his face with long, rapid strokes. ÒYeah,Coach. Suck my dick!Ó He looked up at me, eyes full of lust. I felt the pressure building. Coach was stroking his own massive dick. I grabbed his head and slammed my belly into his face. My balls pumpeda gigantic load into his mouth. Coach swallowed it all. I stood there panting. Coach stood up and kissed me again. I could taste my cum. ÒThat was one to remember!Ó Coach said. His own dick was still hard. Itpressed against my belly as he hugged me. ÒIt sure was,Ó I replied, hugging him back. ÒTurn around,Ó Coach said. I turned around as he asked, as he squatted down behind me. I wasnÕt surewhat to expect. Coach rubbed my ass. ÒNice butt,Ó he whispered. The next thing I knew, Coach was kissing and licking my ass. He gently pushedagainst my back and I bent over. ÒOh, yeah!Ó Coach said, as he suddenly stuck his tongue up my asshole. All I could do was moan. I could feel his mustache rubbing against my assas his tongue worked me over.24 ¥ The Coach

ÒCoach OsmundÕs guiding hands were all over me.Ó The Coach ¥ 25

ÒLike that, son?Ó Coach asked, gently slapping my ass. ÒYes, Sir, Coach!Ó ÒYouÕre hot for this, arenÕt you?Ó ÒIÕve thought about you a lot. Late at night.Ó ÒI bet you have,Ó Coach said, standing up behind me Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. I knew what wascoming. ÒGonna be tight!Ó Coach murmured, pressing against me. I reached back and spread my cheeks. I was afraid it might hurt, but I hadto have it. ÒRelax, boy.Ó I did the best I could, but it still hurt a little as he pressed his dick into myhungry ass. ÒYou OK, boy?Ó I nodded in reply. Coach slowly slid into me. Finally, I could feel his hairy belly against my ass. ÒOh, fuck! YouÕre so damn tight!Ó Coach grabbed me by the hips and slowlybegan to fuck me. ÒFeel OK, son?Ó I pushed back against his lunges. ÒFuck me, Coach! Give me that big dick!Ó Coach slammed into me harder and harder. I could feel his balls crash intomine as he stood in the shower and fucked my hairy asshole. I grabbed my own still hard dick and jacked off as he continued to plow intome. ÒGonna cum, boy! Gonna fill you up with my load!Ó ÒYeah, Coach! Fuck me!Ó I furiously worked my dick. ÒOH, FUCK!Ó CoachÕs shout echoed in the shower room. My own cries joined his, as I pumped another gigantic load onto theshower floor. We lay down on benches in the locker room. Coach said, ÒWeÕll have to dothat again. Soon.Ó ÒSure thing, Coach.Ó ÒWell, we had better get going,Ó Coach said. We got dressed and left the locker room. ÒSee you tomorrow,Ó Coach said, as we walked out of the stadium. Coach drove away in his jeep. I rode my mountain bike back to the dorm. I eagerly looked forward to base-ball practice the next day. ¤¤¤ ÒHi, Mike,Ó Coach smiled at me. ÒHow are you?Ó ÒA little sore,Ó I said, after making sure no one was around. Coach laughed, ÒItÕll get easier with a little practice.Ó ÒWell, I certainly want to practice as much as possible,Ó I replied. ÒAfter practice,Ó Coach said with a wink. ÒYes, Sir, Coach.Ó26 ¥ The Coach

ÒGonna be tight!Ó Coach murmured É The Coach ¥ 27

I had a hard on all during practice. All I could think about was CoachÕs dickup my ass. The thick hair on his chest made me crazy. IÕd always had a thingfor hairy chested men. I liked to watch his mustache slide up and down mydick as he sucked on me, too. Finally, everyone else was gone. Coach was already in the shower. My hard dick pointed the way as I hurried into the shower room. ÒThere you are!Ó Coach grabbed me. I dropped to my knees and began to suck his big dick. ÒOh, Mike! You learn real fast,Ó Coach gasped. Soon I had my nose in his pubic hair. ÒOh, yeah, boy. Suck that dick!Ó I ran my tongue down the length of his dick to his hairy balls. ÒOh, yeah. ThatÕs the way!Ó After a few minutes I continued on to CoachÕs hairy asshole. ÒYeah, son,Ó Coach gasped, Òeat my hairy ass.Ó After a few minutes, Coach stood up and presented me with his dickagain. ÒSuck that cock, boy!Ó I didnÕt need to be told a second time. I sucked CoachÕs cock for all I wasworth. ÒWhat a good cocksucker you are!Ó Coach said. I had been working on Coach for a few minutes when suddenly I realizedsomeone was stroking my dick. I looked between CoachÕs spread legs to see Mr. Ryan, my English teacher. ÒOh, shit!Ó I exclaimed, falling on my ass on the wet floor. ÒSorry,Ó he grinned, ÒI didnÕt mean to scare you.Ó ÒWhat the hell are YOU doing here?Ó Coach asked, turning around. Hishard dick slapping Mr. Ryan in the face. ÒI went for a run and thought I would take a shower before I went home.Now IÕm glad I did,Ó Mr. Ryan said. Despite being so scared, I hadnÕt lost my hard on. And I couldnÕt help butgive Mr. Ryan the once over. He was older than Coach, probably his late forties.His dark hair and goatee were shot with gray hair, but the hair on his deep,well muscled, chest was still very black. And very, very, thick. ÒLooks like IÕll have to stop in more often,Ó Mr. Ryan leered. ÒDo you know Mike?Ó Coach asked, motioning in my direction. ÒCertainly. IÕve had my eye on him since the term started.Ó Mr. RyanÕs cockwas getting hard. And, it was big! The conversation stopped. The three of us looked at each other, notknowing what to do. ÒSuck my dick, Mike!Ó Coach said, waving his still hard cock at me. ÒYeah, suck him, Mike,Ó Mr. Ryan said. ÒIÕll watch. For now.Ó I went to work on CoachÕs still rigid cock. I soon had my nose in his pubichair.28 ¥ The Coach

ÒOh, yeah,Ó Mr. Ryan said. ÒFuck that sweet boy butt!Ó The Coach ¥ 29

ÒOh, yeah,Ó My Ryan whispered, as he stroked his enormous dick. ÒThatlooks REAL good!Ó As I worked on CoachÕs dick I watched Mr. Ryan stroke himself. I could seethe precum oozing from the piss slit. I reached over and cupped his hairy balls in my right hand. Mr. Ryan stepped closer. His enormous dick was right next to my face. I thoughtI could feel the heat from it on my skin. ÒWatching you suck CoachÕs dick is so hot!Ó Mr. Ryan said. ÒThen IÕm sure youÕll like this!Ó I said, swallowing his dick. ÒOh, god!Ó Mr. Ryan shouted. He grabbed my head and began to fuck myface. Coach watched me suck Mr. RyanÕs cock for a minute and then he went behindme. A moment later I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole. ÒOh, yeah,Ó Mr. Ryan said, Òfuck that sweet boy butt!Ó Coach slowly eased his dick into me. It seemed like forever until I finallyfelt his belly against my ass. ÒTight, fuckinÕ ass!Ó Coach gasped, as he grabbed me around the waist andbegan to plow into me. ÒIÕll bet it is,Ó Mr. Ryan said, as he rammed his cock into my throat. I was in heaven with CoachÕs cock up my ass, his hairy belly slapping againstme with every stroke, while Mr. RyanÕs hairy balls bounced off my chin everytime he shoved his cock down my throat. Besides that, Coach had his handwrapped around my dick, stroking me while he fucked me. ÒOH, FUCK!Ó Coach shouted, ÒIÕm gonna shoot!Ó ÒYeah,Ó Mr. Ryan encouraged him. ÒFill that boyÕs ass with your hot loadof man cum!Ó Coach fucked me even faster. His cock swelled up and then, suddenly, I couldfeel the jets of his cum shooting into my ass. ÒYeah, fill him up!Ó Mr. Ryan encouraged Coach as he continued to ramhis enormous cock into my face. Coach withdrew, slowly from my ass. He was panting. Mr. Ryan pulled his cock from my mouth. ÒI got to have some of this boybutt!Ó He turned me around, knelt behind me and shoved his gigantic rod intome. ÒGod DAMN!Ó he shouted. ÒThis is fantastic.Ó ÒFeelÕs good, eh?Ó Coach asked. ÒFuck! You can say that again!Ó Mr. Ryan replied. ÒI swear I can feel yourload in here.Ó Mr. RyanÕs dick felt even bigger than CoachÕs had. I was in heaven. ÒStand up, Mike,Ó Mr. Ryan said, not taking his dick out of my ass. Coach took my dick into his mouth and began to suck me as Mr. Ryan continuedto ram his rod into my stretched asshole. Mr. Ryan reached around my chest and gently pinched my nipples. Icould feel his thick chest hair against my back. ÒThis is a great ass, boy,Ó Mr. Ryan whispered.30 ¥ The Coach

ÒDo you like DaddyÕs dick up your ass?Ó The Coach ¥ 31

All I could do was moan with pleasure. ÒDo you like DaddyÕs dick up your ass?Ó ÒYes, sir,Ó I replied. ÒYou like Daddy fucking you, boy?Ó ÒOh, yes, sir.Ó ÒDaddyÕs big cock, the cock that made you, filling your ass.Ó I moaned. Coach was getting me close to shooting my load. ÒYeah, fucking my boy. Filling his ass with man meat. Gonna fill my boyÕsass with a big load of his daddyÕs fuck juice.Ó ÒOh. Fuck me, daddy!Ó I exclaimed. I didnÕt think it was possible, but Mr. Ryan began to fuck me even faster andharder than he had been. ÒDaddyÕs gonna fuck your load right out of you and into that cocksuckerÕsmouth. What do you think of that?Ó he panted. ÒFuck me, daddy,Ó I shouted. ÒFUCK ME!Ó ÒTAKE MY LOAD, BOY!Ó Mr. Ryan shouted. And, with that, he buriedhis cock into me so hard that he almost knocked me off my feet. ÒFill me up, daddy!Ó I gasped. ÒGod damn, boy!Ó ÒOh, daddy. IÕm gonna cum, too!Ó And, with that, I dumped my load intocoachÕs hot mouth. Spurt after spurt shot from my dick. I thought it would neverstop. Slowly, Mr. Ryan eased his still hard rod from my aching asshole. My cum dripped from the corners of CoachÕs mouth, as he still knelt on thetile floor of the shower room, I slowly lowered myself to my knees to rest on the floor of the shower. ÒWell,Ó Mr. Ryan said, ÒI think I can honestly say that that is one of the hottestfucks IÕve ever had.Ó ÒNo argument from me,Ó Coach replied. ÒSee you around, boys. IÕm sure the wifeÕs got dinner waiting. And, IÕve certainlyworked up an appetite.Ó Mr. Ryan finally left. Over the next couple of years Coach and I often got together. Mr. Ryan oftenjoined us. And, so did many others. Tennis Anyone?- The Next Morning by Chicago Friend (See Tennis Anyone? June/96) The day before, I had come home and found my mom being screwedby her young tennis trainer, and dad screwing him. The scene stayed withme all night. I showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Dad was sitting in thekitchen wearing only a pair of white jockey shorts,which accentuated hisdark, hairy body. He was drinking coffee and reading the paper. As I waseating, dad said, ÒTommy, we need to talk about what happened32 ¥ Tennis Anyone? Ð The Next Morning

yesterday. Please listen to me.Ó ÒYour mother and I have very strong sex drives.WeÕve always had a greatsex life together, but from time to time, each of us has had sex with differentpartners. We love each other, but we also enjoy some sexual variety. I hopeyou can understand and werenÕt upset by what you saw.Ó ÒDad, I think I understand. I guess all of you really enjoyed it yesterday,huh?Ó ÒYes, Tommy, your mother was hot for that young college-age tennispro. She really enjoyed TerryÕs young cock. I got so horny watching themfuck, that I needed to get my rocks off, too. So, I had Terry suck my cockand then I plowed his hot, tight ass until I came. Ð Gosh, just talking aboutit has me horny again.Ó I looked down at dadÕs crotch and his cock was hard and straining hisshorts. I was wearing a T-shirt and nylon running shorts and felt my stiffcock sticking out one side of the shorts. He said, ÒI think weÕre both hot and horny. I jerk off to relieve myself.What do you do? Be honest.Ó Bashfully, I confessed that I jerked off, too. Then dad groped hiscrotch through his jockey shorts, and said, ÒIÕm going to take care of myproblem. É YouÕre welcome to come up and join me. MomÕs out shop-ping and wonÕt be back for several hours.Ó As dad left the kitchen and headed upstairs, I was mesmerized by hisbig hairy body and his calmness on the whole subject of sex. I wasscared and excited at the same time. But my cock was so hard and my heartwas pounding fast as I started up the stairs. Dad was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. His right hand wasrubbing his cock through his shorts and his left hand was scratching hishairy chest and brushing over each nipple buried in hair. ÒIÕm glad you decided to come up here, Tommy. Why donÕt you takeoff your clothes and come over and join me. DonÕt be shy; your cock isalready so hard that something must be exciting you. WhatÕs getting youso hard, Tommy?Ó My mouth was so dry from nervousness that I could hardly talk.Finally I said, ÒDad your body really excites me. ItÕs so muscular and hairy.Yesterday I got so excited seeing you with mom and Terry.Ó I stopped, pullingmy shirt off. ÒTommy, if my hairy body excites you so much, then come over hereand feel it. You can do whatever you like with me. It will be our specialsecret, OK?Ó I walked over to dad and reached out, running one hand gently overhis chest. I looked him in the eyes and dad said, ÒDonÕt be bashful, diginto that hair if you like it.Ó With both of my hands I started caressing his chest, examining his nipplesand running my hand over and over again, through the thick growth of Tennis Anyone? Ð The Next Morning ¥ 33

hair on his chest and stomach. As I was massaging dadÕs hairy torso, dadgrabbed my nylon shorts and pulled them down. They dropped aroundmy ankles and my cock bounced up and hit the big pouch of dadÕsjockey shorts. ÒWhy donÕt you make your daddy comfortable, too. My cock is just strainingthese shorts. Take my underwear off, too! If you like the hair on my chest,thereÕs even more hair inside those shorts É all around my cock and onmy balls. Go ahead Tommy, do what you want to do.Ó With that encouragement I took the waistband of dadÕs jockey shortsand slowly pulled them down. ÒTake them completely off, Tommy.Ó I bent over to pull the shorts down dadÕs hairy legs. Being so close tohim, I realized his body was even hairier than it looked from a distance. As I got the shorts down to dadÕs knees, he lifted one foot and then theother allowing me to remove the shorts. By now I was kneeling on the floorlooking up at his massive hairy body. DadÕs long hard cock was protrudingfrom a thick bush of brown hair and his big balls were all covered withhair too. ÒWhy donÕt you feel the rest of my hair, son?Ó My hands reached out and touched dadÕs lower legs where I felt his musclescoated with hair. I then moved further up feeling his strong hairy thighs.Dad said, ÒThe hair is thickest around my cock and balls, Tommy Ð youshould check it out.Ó Dad spread his legs a little, leaned forward and pushedhis stiff cock towards me. I slowly reached up and felt his hairy balls and then ran both hands overthe length of his cock. Starting at the base, I felt up to the big mushroom-shaped head then back down to the base of his cock buried in the hairybush. With both hands I explored his thick, hairy bush which spread upto dadÕs navel. Dad was moaning, and said, ÒTommy, you want to lick it and suck itlike Terry did yesterday?Ó Without an answer I opened my mouth and dadgently guided his daddy-dick between my lips. It was a new experience as I licked and sucked the pipe of man-cockthat had produced me years ago. ÒThatÕs it son, youÕre doing real good.DaddyÕs enjoying your mouth even better than TerryÕs.Ó Hearing that,I really started sucking and tasting dadÕs cock and precum. I massaged his balls with my left hand. Dad said, ÒTommy, put yourother hand between my legs and feel up to my hairy ass crack. ThatÕs itson, you must like all that hair, too, by the way youÕre sucking so hard.Now put your finger into daddyÕs butt hole.Ó I was going wild, surrounded by my dadÕs hairy body, sucking his cock,holding his hairy balls in one hand, and now shoving a finger up his hairybutt hole. ÒThatÕs it, son, your mouth and finger feel real good. But nowitÕs your turn.Ó continued on page 4134 ¥ Tennis Anyone? Ð The Next Morning

DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe by Rolando MŽridaTo write to Rolando, send your letters to: Rolando c/o Avenue Services, Inc. PO Box 23219 Seattle, WA 98102-0519 IÕm What home Dad. É whatWhatÕs up? are you doing??? Are you É jackinÕ off? DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe ¥ 35

Yes, like usual. That was a long time ago. You know, IÕm a lonely, Well, IÕll go take a shower. divorced man É. How That magazine got me so hotwas the gym? YouÕre get- and sweaty!! I must smell like ting stronger a bear. every day. Yeah, I wanna be like you, Dad. Your bodyÕs so well built and always hard. ThatÕs Õcause of all the wrestling you did in the 80Õs, right? Hey, Dad. We do have an experi- ThatÕsence. Remember when you helped me ok. I like that smell. Mmm É so you read this with my foreskin some years ago? mag too É itÕs ok, evenMaybe we can send Handjobs that though I have no personal experiences, the Daddy-Boy story! You pulled my stories are always a foreskin back and after my first clean- turn on. ing you sucked Son, your fingers! you saw me You ate my taste boy cheese! that? Wow, Sure, that was Dad. ItÕs one great!! Ha, ha, of my favorite memories. ha. DonÕt youÉ?36 ¥ DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe

Well, my memory WasisnÕt the greatest anymore,Son. Why donÕt we try and it like this? remember it together? Oh, boy, youÕve Oh, grown!!! DadÉ ÉDad, Hmm, this is so the cheesekinky! I canÕt tastes the samebelieve weÕre or maybe a doing this! bit stronger. DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe ¥ 37

What Itabout was such a longyour ass time ago. Oh how pinksmell? it is and unlike me, you still donÕt have any hairs, even now. Oh, Dad, your cockÕs so close to my mouth!! Remember when I took you in my arms back then, Son? Please let me taste your hard meat, Dad! IÕve always dreamed about it!!!38 ¥ DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe

Oh, Dad, your cock is so juicy!!! And your ass is so tight and tasty!!! My cock will feel so hot inside!! Dad, Yeah, IÕve got youÕve done ayour cock all good job, boy. I can wet and ready. feel how slick my rod is. I can feel the heatfrom your slippery hole, Son. Oh, this is so hot!!! DaddyÕs Creamy Recipe ¥ 39

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continued from page 34 Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth, led me to the bed where he laydown on top of me. The friction from his hairy body was driving me crazy.Dad kissed me, then his tongue continued down to my neck. He lifted myarmpits, sucked each of my tits which stood erect, and licked down to mycrotch. As dad sucked my balls into his mouth, I thought I would cum, but dadsensed how close I was and squeezed the base of my cock. He lifted hishead, looked me in the eyes and said, ÒRelax son, IÕm going to suck yourcock until you cum in daddyÕs mouth.Ó Dad lowered his head and inhaled my entire cock in his mouth and downhis throat. The hot, wet feeling was incredible. Dad was sucking and bobbingup and down. My cock couldnÕt take any more and I started screamingand spurting cum. Dad just kept sucking until my cock stopped spewingcum. Then he released my cock and kissed me, shoving some of my owncum from his mouth into mine. ÒTommy, you have a beautiful cock and your cum was sweet andtasty. I love you, son.Ó As dad held me against his hairy body. I could feelhis stiff cock against mine. Although I came buckets, my cock was still quitefirm. Lying in dadÕs arms was making me hard again. Dad kept rubbinghis hands up and down my back. His fingers lingered in my ass crack. ThenI felt both of his hands spreading my ass cheeks and a finger gently rubbingover my butt hole. This continued for a few minutes. Dad reached for a tube of lube onthe night stand, took a big glob and gently started working first one fingerthen two into my butt hole. By now my cock was rock hard again. Dadwas finger fucking me with two fingers. I felt hotter than when he was suckingme off. ÒOh, Tommy, your butt hole is so hot and tight around my fingers. Iwould love to have my man-cock up my sonÕs butt! How would you likethat? Since your cock is so stiff again, you must like my finger fucking?Ó I moaned, ÒOh, my butt feels so hot, you can fuck me if it wonÕt hurt.Ó ÒTommy, I wonÕt hurt you, but my cock will put a lot of pressure on yourvirgin butt at first. Once you adjust to it Ð it will be great, I promise.Ó Withthat, dad pulled his fingers out of my hole, turned me on my back and threwmy legs over his powerful shoulders. He took more lube and coated histhick daddy-dick to make it easier for me. Then I felt daddyÕs cock against my butt hole. I felt pressure, then dadÕsfingers pulling my ass cheeks apart. As dad leaned forward and planteda kiss on my lips, I felt his tongue enter my mouth as his cock pushed pastmy virgin pink hole. Any cry from that brief moment of discomfort wasmuffled by dadÕs mouth. Dad kept pushing in and slowly pulling partly out until his entirecock was buried up my ass. My cock was so hard that precum was drip- Tennis Anyone? Ð The Next Morning ¥ 41

ping onto my stomach. Now dad picked up the pace and started fuckingme harder. ÒOh Tommy, your butt was made for fucking. Those youngtight ass muscles are really squeezing daddyÕs man-cock. YouÕre much tighterthan your mother or Terry. How are you doing son?Ó I moaned aloud, ÒOh, dad, your cock feels great up my butt; itÕs so hotand tight and I have strange feelings like IÕm always cumming.Ó Dad said, ÒI know, Tommy. ThatÕs because my cock is rubbing your prostategland. Son, IÕm getting close to cumming.Ó Dad fucked harder and harder and my cock started uncontrollably shootingcum all over my chest and stomach and around dadÕs cock as dadunloaded his cream deep into me. ÒOh, Son, your dadÕs cumming. IÕm shooting daddy-cum up yourhole Ð you hot horny boy.Ó Afterwords we showered together before mom got home. Dad remindedme that this was our secret and weÕd have many more hot times together,since Terry would be keeping mom busy with those tennis(?) lessons! The Lindell Boys by J. C. S. The Lindell boys were my dadÕs buddies. They were loggers withtheir own truck and when logs became scarce in the Spokane area theydecided to run a freight service between Republic and Calgary. Rough but not tough, everybody liked the brothers, especially me. Intheir twenties, much younger than my dad, they had the muscles that comefrom real work. Wild blond hair fell over their foreheads arranged onlyby the wind as they rough-housed or grab-assed each other. I was still a teen, but they treated me as an equal. They paid me to goalong on their overnight hauls to help with the unloading. On our firsttrip we got to Republic about midnight. Jim and Bill went to a bar for adrink. I went to bed Ð a double bed for three of us Ð and lay thinking aboutspending the night sleeping between those two superstuds. That did it, just the thoughts. I pulled a pillow under me and began tofuck it Ð my old habit of getting off. Intent on my work I didnÕt hear thedoor. ÒJesus, É look at that hot little butt,Ó I suddenly heard. ÒLooks like acherry waitinÕ for a rough tongue to me.Ó By then Jim was alreadysinking onto the bed. ÒHey, bro, get outtaÕ there, É let a real hog root around in that corn-hole,Ó Bill interrupted, ÒfuckinÕ shit, thatÕs some sweet ass!Ó I could smell the beer on their breaths, and as they fought over my asshole,it got really wild as they got excitedly-rough and nasty. Soon they werespanking my asscheeks and eating my virgin hole at the same time. Thespit and sweat was dripping everywhere as they wrestled me around, takingturns at slurping and probing my tender hole with their thick, rough tongues.42 ¥ The Lindell Boys

I was wild with intense pleasure as they hands fondled me every-where, and I heard them pulling off clothes, and the sound of theirpants ripping apart to free their stiff hardons. I could hear them beatingtheir cocks, and slapping each others big erections. The spanking continued until my asscheeks were red and rock hard,then they flipped me over. I had a long dick for a teenager. It was drip-ping precum profusely from the tongue licking and fondling they had beengiving me. Bill immediately took my boner down to his throat while Jimsucked hard on my balls, their lips touching as I tensed and shot my superwad. It just happened, I was so heated up. ÒJesus, what a drink of boy spunk that little stud pumps out!Ó Bill exclaimed.ÒGoddam Bill, next time I want to chug-a-lug that steamy scuz, you moth-erfuckerÕ!Ó Bill suddenly stood up and yanked his jeans down to his knees bendingover to expose his perfect ass. ÒCome on Jim, ram that fuckingÕ log up myfuckhole so the kid can see how itÕs done. É I want him to take it whenI wear you out, damn it!Ó he almost whined. I got a good look at both theLindell boyÕs log sized hardons. I was glad Jim was going to fuck his brotherand not me. They were wild with lust. I watched while the two identical square asses pounded each other. Bothwere covered with a light blond peach fuz-hair which made them seemyounger than they were. They fucked like animals. Ass slapping and dirtywords filled the room. Bill was holding on tight to the bed and it shookso hard I thought it would collapse. Soon it was my turn. I was ready! ÒClimb on cocksucker, letÕs see howyou fuck with that long teen pole. I want at least four wads of teenage spunkup my bonerhole,Ó Bill almost yelled. Caught up in the action, I stepped up behind Bill and aimed my longdick at his well fucked, exposed butt hole. Jim was holding his asscheeksapart. As I pushed my dick in the wet opening, I couldnÕt resist. I spat out,ÒYeah buddy, you Tarzan, me superboy!Ó ÒGoddamn that thing is bigger than JimÕs É I didnÕt know I wasgonnaÕ be raped!. Fuck! É What the hell, fuck this man with that nine inchprod!Ó Bills talking stopped as Jim plugged his boner in BillÕs face so hecould only wiggle his butt in spasms of excitement and make moans thatmeant feed me more. JimÕs verbal assault on his brother continued as well.ÒTake it you shithead logger, mutherfucking trucker, pussy-hole, cocksucker.Ó Listening and seeing Jim face-fuck his brother, was too much. I sent aload of hot juice into that hot hole. ÒYeah, take it É FuckinÕ A.Ó A little break and more of their fondling and sucking and I was readyto fuck brother number two. Jim bent down, hands around his ankles andI plugged his tight ass. As I buried my dick deep in his bowels I felt Billstart eating my hole again and slap the shit out of my stubby butt. The Lindell Boys ¥ 43

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After both the Lindell boys had been super-fucked I watched as theyremoved a heavy cop belt from one of their pants and expressed they neededa good belt to finish off their ass work. I was shy at first but got into snap-ping their asses with the leather belt as requested. Soon I laid it onhard. ÒHarder, you motherfucker,Ó Bill shouted. ÒWe can take it as hard asyou can lay it on. É But, you get me excited and you may have to chowdown on my fuckinÕ boner,Ó he snarled. After some heavy strokes to both their red asses, I knelt and tried stickingmy tongue in logger ass. I played with one and ate the other. Shit they lovedit and deep kissed while I perfected my asshole technique, mixing it withbreaks of leather lashing, getting their asscheeks hot and firm. They got so excited that Bill kept his word and whipped around andtaking my head in his hands he forced his big logger cock in my mouth.Jim stood, and whipped his big wanger in my face as I sucked hisbrotherÕs thick meat. Soon he pushed his throbbing cock between my lipsand pushed Bill aside. They took turns making me suck them, while oneface-fucked the other slid his hard wet dick across my face, eyes and hair.It was the hottest thing I had ever imagined. It didnÕt take long and they were boiling over with lust, and fought toget their dicks in my mouth. I managed to suck on both big mushroomsheads at the same time as the brothers yelped and moaned and then both,one followed by the other, let loose with huge, thick loads of mancream,coating my tongue and shooting out and up covering my lips, nose andchin. They got that fourth load of teenage spunk, but it spilled out on my thighsand knees and dripped onto the floor. I was exhausted. I wouldnÕt haveany trouble sleeping between them after all. But, tomorrow morning mightbe a different story. Mr. Tucker by Nicolas Mann ÒWhereÕs he going to sleep?Ó I heard AlexÕs Dad ask. Alex and his familylived a couple of streets from my house. They were one of the few blackfamilies that lived in this side of town. We knew each other from seeingeach other in the neighborhood. After finding out we were both interestedin guitars, we became friends. Our fantasy was to form a rock group andmake it big. Needless to say, it never happened. ÒHe can sleep in my bed,Ó Alex insisted. ÒWhat about your brothers?Ó ÒMaybe they can sleep in the basement? On that old sofa bed.Ó ÒNo, they canÕt. IÕm gonna be down their tonight,Ó he said wistfully.ÒYour MommaÕs in a snitt.Ó Mr. Tucker wasnÕt a very tall man, he was big in any case, with wide Mr. Tucker ¥ 45

shoulders. Forty seemed so old to me back then but he didnÕt look it. Hewas one of those hairy black men that was going bald. The hair on his bodymade him look very black. He was fascinating to look at. There was justsomething about him that drove me wild. He thought for a while then said, ÒI guess you guys can sleep down stairson the floor.Ó Alex looked down to his feet, dejected. ÒYou can stay up laterthan usual,Ó his father added. ÒAll right!Ó we cheered. Early evening came and went. We were already sacked out in front ofthe TV, watching late night Monster movies. Alex was beside me fallingasleep. Mr. Tucker walked by, on his way to the basement, off thekitchen. ÒGood night boys.Ó ÒHuh!Ó Alex woke up with a start. ÒOh! Night Dad.Ó Alex looked at megroggily and decided to sleep in his own bed with his brothers. After heleft, I turned the TV off and sat there thinking and thought about whatIÕd heard. The rumor was that all black men had very large dicks. IÕd seenAlexÕs and I wasnÕt overly impressed. Mr. Tucker on the other hand didshow a pretty impressive bulge. The house was quiet, just the occasional bark of a neighbors dog or thesound of a passing car. IÕd been lying there for a while thinking, mostlyabout Mr. Tucker, when I heard someone walk past and on their way intothe kitchen. A dim light coming from the kitchen illuminated my face. Iheard a noise like bottles clicking. Quietly, I tip-toed to the kitchen,peeking in just in time to see Mr. Tucker rise up from behind the refrig-erator door. He was holding a beer, but by the way he was weaving, I couldsee it wasnÕt his first. He was wearing an old pair of jockies, with leg openingtoo loose to be able to hold in his privates and a equally tattered undershirt. After opening the bottle, he swung his head back and took a long deepdrink, after finishing, he burped. A burp so loud, he looked around, hopinghe was indeed alone. He scratched himself and started back downstairs.I tipped toed to the basement door. From the dark stairway, I could hearhim moving around, as though he was looking for something. The onlylight was from a small lamp but that soon went out and then the soundof motorized clicking. It was a projector. I could tell by the dim flickeringlight and I recognized the sound from school. I snuck down for a betterlook, two steps down, the weight of my foot made the step creek loudly. ÒAlex?Ó I heard Mr. Tucker yell. I froze. ÒAlex is that you? I know youÕrethere boy!Ó I had to answer, ÒNo Mr. Tucker itÕs me Nick.Ó He didnÕt say anything at first. Then he said, ÒOh, Éget me anotherbeer. Will you boy?Ó I hurried back to the kitchen and returned to the same spot. ÒHere yougo Mr. Tucker,Ó I said timidly.46 ¥ Mr. Tucker

ÒBring it here, boy!Ó he slurred. Slowly and as quietly as I could, I proceededdown the dark stairs into the dimly lit basement. ÒOver here!Ó he whis-pered. I could barely see him sitting on the old sofa bed, empty beer cansaround him. I stood before him and handed him the can of Blatz beer. ÒWhereÕs Alex?Óhe asked as he took the can. ÒHe went to sleep in his room,Ó I said looking at the screen. ÒYou ever see fuck pictures boy?Ó The way he said the word fuck, senta shiver down my spine. ÒYes sir!Ó I answered, scared yet excited. ÒMy uncle has lots.Ó On the screen was a white woman sucking a black manÕs cock. Neitherone was what IÕd call good looking. The women was wearing a cheap blondwig as a disguise. The man was very skinny and had on black socks. Hiscock was thin and not at all interesting. You could tell neither one was enjoyingthemselves. ÒMight as well sit down and join me.Ó I did as I was told and sat on theother end of the old sofa. ÒMan is she ugÉlee, but she sure can suck amean cock.Ó I found the contrast between her white skin and the dark blackcock quit erotic. I started getting a boner. Just recently I had become curiousabout black men, often hearing they were supposed to be hung likehorses. The black boys in school werenÕt promising examples. Lookingat Mr. Tucker, I wondered what his cock was like. Without looking at me, he told me to get the bottle of whisky from theshelf beside me. I searched a while but I couldnÕt locate it. ÒItÕs not here,Sir,Ó I told him. ÒLet me see,Ó he said. He stood in front of me. The basement was smallso he was extremely close. His crotch was inches away. In the dim lightof the projector, it looked enormous. Finding what he was looking for, heopened the bottle, leaned his head back and drank deeply. His crotch wasalmost in my face, as he drank, the bulge in his underwear obtrusivelyconspicuous. I looked up to his dark face. He, in turn was looking downat me smiling. ÒI know what youÕre thinking,Ó he whispered. ÒYouÕre wondering if mineÕsbigger than the guy on the screen. ArenÕt you? You ever seen a black manÕscock?Ó The words echoed in my ears, ÒBlack manÕs cock.Ó I couldnÕt answer.I just kept staring, watching the thing in his white gauchos getting biggerand bigger. He loomed over me. ÒWant to see it?Ó he asked. ÒYes Sir,Ó I answered timidly. ÒGo ahead. Pull emÕ down.Ó Leaning forward, I placed my trembling fingers on the waist band ofhis white gauchos. Slowly, I lowered them, exposing more of his lower belly.His dark pubic hair glistened, as though wet. Suddenly, his cock sprang Mr. Tucker ¥ 47

up before my face, big, thick, and dark. ÒTouch it, Boy!Ó he whispered. Licking my lips absentmindedly, I traced the bulging veins with my finger.It jumped when my fingers came in contact with the soft skin. Andspeaking of skin, he did have a ample amount of foreskin. His ballshung low, like two goose eggs within a velvet sack, sprinkled with curlyhair. I had sucked a manÕs cock before. I was no virgin, by no means. But thiswas different. It was not only bigger, it was black, forbidden in those days.Races shouldnÕt mingle, I remembered. Maybe thatÕs what turned me onthe most, that I wasnÕt supposed to do this. I placed my lips on the spongy head, as you would guess, it was warmand twitched at the slightest touch. With each lick, I watched it dance beforemy eyes. ÒGo ahead boy. Take in your mouth. IÕve heard your pretty good at it,Óhe teased. So he had heard. I wondered who could have told him. I had my suspi-cions. At the moment I really didnÕt care. I grabbed it my the thickbase. It had a slightly musky smell. No doubt from being those white jockieunderwear all day. I opened my eyes and noticed the lush bush. The waythe hair line traveled up his slight beer belly. Running my hand along hisstomach, I realized it wasnÕt coarse at all. But soft and thick. He grabbed my head as he pumped it into my mouth. I gagged at first,but found my rhythm, even though I couldnÕt take it all in. It was just toodamn thick. Occasionally I would choke and spit would drip from my mouth,but I held on. I was moaning like a small calf on a heiferÕs tit. Then he pulledout. ÒWhooe, boy. Damn you sure can suck. YouÕre better than the old lady.ÓThen he did something unexpected. He knelt down in front of me and startedgroping me. ÒOkay, now itÕs your turn. ItÕs only fair,Ó he said looking atme with those big dark eyes. From experience I wondered if he was goingto remember any of this. With one hand he softly pushed me back, with the other he pulled atmy sweats. Then without anymore fanfare, he lowered his face to my cockand engulfed my cock in one swallow. His mouth was hot, incredible hot. ÒOh sir,Ó I whimpered. I could tell this was not his first time. I was gettingthe best blow job I had up until then. I donÕt know if it was the booze hehad drunk or what but he was giving me one hell of a blow job, and wasreally enjoying it. He was grunting and slobbering . Man he was hot. Sowas I for that matter. I could feel it coming. My head was thrown back,moving from side to side, moaning incoherently. I was on the verge of shootingmy load. My balls came tight against my crotch. ÒMr Tucker. IÕm gonnaÕ cum,Ó I warned him. He kept going onlyfaster. Then a moan escaped out of my mouth. It started low and inten-48 ¥ Mr. Tucker