Dienstag, 22. Dezember 2015

A hot Christmas

I went to my sister-in-law's place for Christmas and had the usual traditional Christmas dinner. Since I am the youngest of the brothers and sisters in the adult group I some how get singled out by the kids to horse around with them. They open their presents and play with their toys and then all want to jump on me. We often go into the den as it is used for the living room and is big and kid friendly and is away from the other adults so as not to bother them with the noise.

I am 65 years old about 6' 195 lbs, with a 32 inch waist, 45'' chest, bubble butt with a big bulge in front. I have a couple of weapons I frequently use against them, the tickle monster and the hammer (which is my fist pushing into their chest pinning them to the floor multiple times like a jack hammer). They love it and they love to play with me.

I have this one nephew who loves to play with my butt. Whenever we play he always slaps my butt or when they group tackle me he is always laying on my butt and now all the other kids are starting to do it. I really get no thrill from this since the range of the kids are from 4 yrs old to about 13 yrs old. But this year was an addition. I was introduced to a nephew that I didn't know of. His name is Jarred and he is beautiful. He is half white and half African American. He has beautiful eyes and a very masculine jaw line with the most beautiful lips you ever want to kiss. He has an athletic body, I would later learn that it is from playing tennis and working out regularly at the gym, that is sculpted into perfect proportions. He has the sweetest smile, although he wears braces, and is very mild mannered and tends to be a little shy. He is about 5' 10'' with a perfect body that has shoulders that taper into a nice back that goes down into almost no waist about 28'' with a nice bubble butt that begs to have a tongue lick it out, medium thick legs and big feet about a 40'' chest and nice guns(arms). I would have guessed that he was about 16 yrs old but he had just finished high school the previous year and was a freshman in college at 19 yrs old. I knew that he was probably the sexiest man on campus and his life was filled with the joys of sex at his young beautiful age. He was a bit shy and watched the four of us go at it from the sideline.

My twin 4 yr old nephews were familiar with him and tried to get him to join in. He just chose to watch for the moment from the sideline. I was at one of my venerable moments when they all had me on the floor and my nephew, the butt lover, proceeded to spank me. One of them jumped onto my shoulders and pinned me down and the rest all spanked me. I then called on Jarred to help and he came over and helped them. He started spanking me too and said that he wasn't going against these monsters. So I reached deep down into my bag of tricks and got an imaginary can of spinach and ate it. It gave me newly added strength like Popeye. I stood up with all of my power and sent them screaming and running.

Jarred was the first one I caught up with and tackled him. I pulled his arm around his back and had him face down on the floor and I was straddling him and was sitting on his legs right behind his bubble butt. I then started spanking him and he hollered for help. One by one they all came back hitting me and ducking out and repeating until they all were back and Jarred was laughing and trying to buck me off of him. I lay down on his back to pin him further while trying to combat the little gnats that were poking and hitting me. They got up the nerve to tackle me and all did it at once and I had no choice but to release Jarred.

Jarred got up and while I was on the bottom of the pile of kids I saw Jarred adjusting his crotch. He was trying to hide something? His hard on? Hummmm. That's interesting. I made a mental note to try and get him down again.

My sister in law came into the room and told us to come to dinner. That broke up the fun for the time being. I went to splash some water on my face as I was sweating. My sister in law said to me that she didn't know where I get the energy to keep up with her twins. She encouraged me to keep it up so they will be really tired when we all left for the night.

We all sat around the dinner table and I talked to the other adults while I could periodically hear the kids plot of what they were going to do to me they didn't think I was paying attention. I told myself not to eat too much because I knew the kids would want to play right away after dinner. It didn't work. I ate too much the food was so good. I live for the holiday food. I work out at the gym all year long just so I can splurge at holiday time and not worry about my weight. After dinner of course they wanted to go, go, go. I told them we needed to play some video games or something else while our food digested. We played this video game of cops and robbers and that reminded the kids that they got police sets for Christmas.

When we finished and gave our food time to digest and after about a hundred times of them asking "has our food finished digesting yet!" we were up and at it again. This time the twins got out their plastic handcuffs and night sticks and hats and became policemen. Jarred and I were the bad guys. The twins were arresting us and with the help of another nephew we broke out. I told them they weren't doing the arresting correctly and I became a cop.

Jarred was my first arrest and I pushed him up against the wall and spread his legs and patted him down. I started at his outstretched hands and arms down to his armpits where I stopped and tickled him and he protested. I put my knee into his butt and told him to shut up and put his arms back up on the wall. The other two criminals were constantly getting away and the twins went after them leaving me alone with Jarred.

I pressed my body up against his and asked him was he hiding any weapons or drugs and was tickling him at the same time. He laughed and kept hollering no, no, no. I put my knee back into his butt and told him to put his arms back on the wall and began to search him. I patted down his body and when I got to his sides he squirmed for fear that I would tickle him again but I didn't. I just slid my hands down his sides around to his back and checked the small of his back and rubbed his ass and searched for weapons. I lingered there for longer than usual and went down to his calves.

I noticed that he wasn't protesting anymore he was just silent. Then kneeling closer to him I reached around the front of him and started sliding my hands up the front of his legs till I reached his crotch and he started to move and I stood up and in closer to him and pressed my body against his and told him in a very authoritative voice to keep still. I searched his crotch and found a big weapon and said just as I thought a big gun and pressed my growing hard on into his back and said don't worry I have one too.

Then we heard my sister in law coming back yelling who wants desert and we both adjusted our crotches as the rest of the gang followed her into the room telling us to take a break for desert. We were back at the table and everyone took note that I was sweating. I told them if I had some help from them I might not be working as hard. They laughed and said brother you are on your own. Some of the kids were sitting next to me and we started hitting each other till their mother told them not at the table.

Jarred's father asked me did I still teach tennis and I told him yes and he asked if I had any room to add Jarred to my students. I said if Jarred wanted to I would. He very enthusiastically said that he needed a private coach since his tennis coach was too spread out with the team. I agreed and asked him to call me whenever he wanted to get started. He said he wanted to get started as soon as possible as he had received new tennis racquets for Christmas. I did too and said that I was dying to try them out. My sister in law said that there were some tennis courts upon the hill and they had lights that didn't go off till 10pm.

It was approaching 8pm and everyone was stuffed and winding down. We finished dessert and sent the kids off to play video games and watch movies. Jarred asked if I wanted to go and hit some balls for a while. I said we could just give me a few minutes to digest my dessert. His parents said that if he was going to play tennis I would have to bring him home as they were going to leave in about 30 minutes. I agreed to bring him home.

We watched a little ESPN and the highlights of the football games and then got out racquets and went to play. I followed the directions to the park at the top of the hill and it was very dark. I looked around for the light switch and couldn't find it. I told Jarred that it had to be on one of the poles. He found it and we waited for the lights to illuminate the courts. I told him let's see what he can do and we went on opposite sides of the court and began to hit. Behind the tennis courts was the top of the hill and fell over into a valley. Nothing back there but empty space. In front of the courts was a street and about 1500 yards across the street were houses but you could barely see them for the trees and shrubs. When the lights were out you couldn't see two feet in front of you. I told Jarred to keep his belongings together so if the lights went out we could just grab the bag and be out.

We had about 45 minutes before the lights went out and we hit for about 30 of them before I started telling Jarred how to improve his strokes. We both were sweating and even in California in the winter it is hot at night sometimes. We took off our sweats and were down to shorts and t-shirts. Jarred looked hot and I started to think about the time when I was pretending to arrest him and found his hard on.

I went onto his side of the court and was showing him a better position for his backhand and had to get up against him to show him the proper way and in doing so pressed my crotch against his ass in those sweet white tennis shorts. I started to get hard and he asked if I could show him one more time. I did and pressed my now rock hard cock up against his sweet ass. I could clearly see the outline of his cock and it was growing.

I reluctantly let go of him for fear that someone might be watching and went back onto my side of the court to see if he got the change. He did he was a natural at following instructions and doing as he was told. We hit some more and he fell back into the habit and I went back onto his side to show him the proper way and on the way my cock was getting hard knowing he was going to press that sweet ass against me.

I got behind him and was pressing my crotch to his ass showing him the proper way to swing on his backhand and the lights went out. We were plunged into darkness and I just stood there with my cock pressed against his ass. I put my racquet on the ground and pulled him close to me. My dick was so hard I thought it would bust. His heart was beating so hard I could take his pulse by touching any part of his body. I was grinding my cock to his ass and reached around to undo his shorts. They fell to the ground and he was wearing a jock strap. I grabbed a hand full of his ass and he moaned I pulled his jock to the side and released his cock it must have been about 8'' long and very thick.

I turned him around and was about to kiss him and he said that he never did this before. With a guy I asked. He said that he never had sex with anyone. I could have creamed my shorts right then knowing that I was going to bust his cherry. I started to kiss him and pulled him up against me and he busted his nuts in between us and fell into my arms. He was panting and was embarrassed and I told him not to be. He was still brick hard and I went down on that cock and sucked the rest of that sweet juice out of him. He was a bit overly sensitive so I gave him a break and stopped sucking him. I turned him around and slid my tongue up his sweet ass and I thought I was going to lose it when he started moaning and shivering. He smelled sexy boyish yet with a hint of sweat. I had to pry his ass apart because it is so hard and round and firm. I licked him and got that ass ready for my cock. I stuck a finger up him and he moaned so beautifully. I had to tell myself to calm down.

I stood up and pulled him to me and my cock slid up his leg and rested in between his thighs. I started mock fucking him and told him that I wanted to put my dick into his ass. I asked him if that is what he wanted and he said in a breathy voice yesssss. I told him that it was going to hurt at first but would get better then feel really good. I put my cock up to his hole and pressed. It didn't go in so I licked his ass some more and stuck two fingers in him to get him to loosen up and put my cock up to his hole again. This time I pressed harder and it popped into his ass and he froze and so did I. He started to scream and I put my hand over his mouth and told him to relax the pain would get better soon. I pulled him back to me and pushed further into his ass and he tried to get away from my cock by standing on his toes. I pushed further still and was about halfway up his sweet ass. I wasn't stopping until I had all 9 1/2 inches buried up his ass. He was pushing my thighs back with his hands trying to stop me from going further as I had one hand around his waist and one covering his mouth I kept pulling him into me. I told him that we were almost there and to try to relax and enjoy it.

I stopped and let him get used to my cock. I stood there rubbing his legs and ass while he calmed down. I felt the tension leaving his shoulders and pushed further in. I told him not to scream because someone might hear us. I let my hand go down from his mouth to his waist and grabbed him with both of my hands around his waist. I pulled him back while shoving another 4'' of thick cock meat in his sweet ass and he started to pant and moan out to the gods. I told him to get ready for the ride of his young life and I plunged all the way into him taking it all the way out and fucking all the way back into that sweet ass. I reached around to grab his rock hard cock and pumped it twice and he sprayed the tennis courts. His ass gripped my cock like a vice and I was in heaven. I pumped harder, if that was possible, and started to cum up his sweet ass. I twisted his neck back and kissed him while I unloaded my spunk into his ass. I shook violently and kept kissing him. As I came down off of my orgasm I kissed the back of his neck and then turned him around to kiss him properly. I slid my tongue down his throat and kissed his beautiful lips.

He was rock hard again. I went down on him and started sucking his cock. I was on my knees and they hurt on the surface of the tennis court but I didn't give a damn. I sucked him all the way down and licked his balls while he held onto my head. Instinctively he started pumping my face and was mumbling something unintelligible. I knew that he was about to cum in my mouth. I deep throated him and felt his orgasm building. I pulled back just as he was shooting and warning me verbally that he was cuming I grabbed his butt and held him still as he pumped his seed into my mouth. It was sweet as the nectar from the sweetest fruit and I savored it all. Letting it fall onto my tongue then swallowing it. His legs started to wobble and I pulled him down to me and kissed him letting him taste the remains of his cum on my tongue.

Now I was rock hard again. I told him that we should go and he said that he wanted to suck me. I let him and he was a natural. I told him how to cover his teeth with those sweet pouty lips and he did and sucked me like a pro except for the occasional gag here and there. I took off my t-shirt and lay it on the ground and lay him on top of it face down and put my dick into his ass again. I spread his legs and slid my cock into him and fucked him like there was no tomorrow. Then flipped him over and fucked him in the missionary position so he could get at his now hard dick.

He jacked it in between me kissing him and fucking his sweet ass. He warned me that he was about to cum and I lay my body across his while still fucking him and tried to deter him from cuming. I kissed him long and hard while rubbing his body and fucking him deeply. His hand was still between us trying desperately to bring his cock off.

I fucked harder trying to catch up with him. He somehow managed to get enough friction to make himself cum and he started shooting his load once again in between us. I fucked harder and harder as if trying to fuck through him. I kept kissing him and it seemed as if he was trying to catch his breath. He was moaning like I was hurting him and I was almost there and I wasn't about to stop. I stopped kissing him and he said that it hurt and he couldn't take it anymore. I told him just one more minute and fucked him till I finally shot my load in his ass. I kissed him again as I was cuming down off that orgasm and told him Merry Christmas. He said he couldn't wait for the next tennis lesson.

Mittwoch, 28. Oktober 2015

Old Man at the Univeristy

When I was about 14 year old, during the summer whenever I was bored I
would spend my days at the University gym. My mother worked at the
University so I was given a free membership to use the gym as much as I
wanted (whenever it was opened to the public and not being used for
classes). This included using the pool, the weight room and the gym where I
could play baskeball.

I would go to work with my mom in the morning and then walk over to the gym
and than she would pick me up when whe finished work around 4 o'clock.
During the summer the gym wasn't very busy and had no problem doing
whatever I wanted without having to wait for someone else to finish up.
Also during the summer most of the people that did use the gym were
older. You would think there would be alot of students still there but most
of the people there were actually adults.

This was the summer between grade 9 and 10 and most of my friends had to go
to summer school so I ended up going to the univeristy almost every day. I
didn't really know anybody there and kept to myself but after a week or so
I started noticing the regulars. (Guys that would also go there everyday).

By this age I had started masterbating like crazy. At least 3 or 4 times a
day. I also had a very close friend who I would suck off almost every day
as well he had even recently started fucking me as well. I didn't consider
myself gay but always looked at sex as something that feels great so to me
it never mattered if it was with a guy or girl. I loved sucking my friend
off and the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth. When I
was alone though I loved to masterbate and one of my favorite things to do
was to go out late at night to a park or schoolyard and strip completely
naked and jack off right out in the open. It was always dark but the idea
of possibly being caught or seen was always a major turn on.

Well being able to get naked in the locker room at the university was
always a turn on as well. I was shy and a little embarrased about being
seen naked though so I'd use a locker in the back row of the locker room
where it was the least likely that I'd be caught nude. Whenever I'd change
into my bathing suit I'd always undress and stay naked for a little bit
before putting my suit on. I loved the feel of being naked in a public
place and nowing other guy were only a couple feet away from me (even
though I was out of view of them).

Whenever I'd enter the locker room and make my way to my locker I'd always
look out the corner of my eyes down the rows of lockers as I passed by them
to hopefully catch a glipse of some guy changing and i'd get to see his
cock. There was one old man who I'd see almost every day and he always
seemed to be naked for as long as possible. When I walked down the row of
lockers he'd always seem to be there towling off after a shower with his
nice cock swaying between his legs as he dried off his hair. He'd walk
around the locker room completely naked as well, weither it be taking a
shower, or he'd go to the sinks and brush his teeth and comb his hair or
just use the urinals, he just seemed to always be naked.

I had a pretty regular rutine at the gym. It would be about 9:30 when I
arrived in the morning. The first thing I'd do is go shoot basketballs in
the gym until about 11:00 than I'd swim and relax for a couple hours. Than
around 1:00 i'd use the weight room til about 2:30 than I'd swim again for
an hour before it was time for me to get picked up around 4:00pm.

Well this old man seemed to have a fairly regular rutine as well because
every time I'd finish baskeball and would be making my way to my locker he
would always be in the locker room completely naked drying off after a
shower or swim. The guy seemed very old to me and was probably in his early
60's. He was chubby and fairly hairy but he had a nice cock about 4 or 5
inches limp that would sway between his legs as he dried himself off. We
made eye contact a couple times and than after seeing him every day for
about 2 weeks we started giving each other a friendly hello. It was kind of
awkward because as I'd walk down the rows of lockers I'd be looking
downward to see the cocks of any guys that were changing and than when I'd
see this guy the first thing I'd look at is his cock and than my eyes would
have to go up to meet his as we'd say hello to each other and he'd give me
a friendly smile as well. He always used the same locker and afer the first
week I started looking forward to seeing his cock every day. Like I said, I
dont' cosider myself gay so I never considered the guy attractive or
anything but I always loved seeing naked cocks just as much as seeing girls

I'd get to my locker and spend extra time naked as I changed into my
bathing suit each day. The site of the cock would always make me horny so
i'd even play with my cock a little bit before getting dressed. Never fully
jacked off though.

At night after I'd return home from the University and I'd be with my
friend sucking him off I found myself thinking about the naked old man in
the locker room and I'd actually fantasize it was his cock sliding in and
out of my mouth as I sucked off my friend. I found my self fantasizing
about him more and more as I'd suck my friend off everyday and would really
go go work on my friends cock because of it, letting him cum in my mouth
and eagerly swallowing his entire load of cum.

It was about the start of my 4th week of going to the University every day
when I got a little shock. I was making my way to my locker after playing
basketball. As I made my way down the rows of lockers I got to the row that
the old man was always in and when I looked down it the old man wasnt'
there. He had been there everyday since I started going to the gym but
today he was gone. It caught me by surprise and I thought about where he
might be as I continued on down to my locker at the back off the locker
room. As I reached the last rows of locker. It was like a center aisle that
I walked down and there was rows of lockers on the left and right of the
aisle. As I got to my rown I turned right to get to my locker. As I reached
for the lock and started to undo it I noticed movement out of the corner of
my eye. I looked up and there was the old man (completely naked) toweling
off on the other side of the aisle. He saw me look up at him and he gave me
a smile and a friendly hello. I returned both to him as well. Than turned
back to my locker and undid the lock.

How was I supposed to change into my bathing suit with this guy there.
He'll see me naked when I change into my bathing suit, I started thinking
to myself. I tried putzing around as long as I could hoping the guy would
finish up what he was doing and leave but he didnt' seem to be in any
hurry. He didn't even seem to be in any hurry to get dressed either and
fiddled around in his locker still completly naked as well.

The more I worried about being seen naked the more it actually started to
turn me on and I started thinking to myself that maybe this guy wants to
see me naked and that's why he took up a locker in the same row as mine. My
cock started to stir and the idea of showing my cock off to this guy
started turning me on. Butterflies filled my stomach as I started to
undress removing my socks and shoes and than my shirt. I stood at my locker
in only my shorts tryingn to find the nerve to pull my pants down. I closed
my eyes and thought "Fuck it" as I reached for the waistband of my shorts
and pulled them down and let them drop to the floor, now standing there
compltely naked. And it felt good too. Being naked in front of this guy was
a major turn on. I wondered if he was looking at me. I turned my head a
little bit and tried to check him out the corner of my eye but couldnt tell
if he was looking at me or not so I turned my head towards him and sure
enough he was looking directly as he fiddled around in his locker. He gave
me another smile as I turned back to my locker and looked for my bathing

"Going for a swim?" I heard him as as I found my bathing suit in my gym bag
and pulled it out. His voice caught me off guard. I found myself getting a
little embarrased now though as I'd actually have to talk to him while I
was naked and changing into my bathing suit.

I turned to look at him giving him a full clear view of my naked body as I
aswered his question. "Yeah. a swim feels great after playing basketball
for a couple hours."

I was sort of a late bloomer and even at the age of 14 didn't have any
pubic hair, I had a little bit of hair under my armpits but nothing around
my cock yet. This old man and a perfect view of my young hairless 4"
semi-hard cock as I stepped away from my locker and turned towards him to
answer him. As he talked to me I found myself not in any hurry to get
dressed and having this man talk to me while we were both completly naked
was a real turn on.

"Are you a new member here?" Hea asked. "I've only seen you around for a
couple weeks now."

"Well, I'm not REALLY a member, my mom works here so my family gets a free

The guys eyes seemed to light up when I answered him. "Oh Really?! I guess
I'm sort of in the same boat as you. I used to teach here as well before I
retired, but I get to keep using my my free pass here. Sort of one of the
benefits of working here".

I finally started getting dressed as we continued talking and I noticed
more than a couple times him looking down at my naked cock as we
talked. Whenever he'd look down at my cock I'd take the oppertunity to look
down at his and than when I'd look up he'd be looking right at me with a
little smile on his face.

I finally got dressed and than grabbed my towel and locked my locker. As I
walked towards him to head to the showers and pool he stepped towards me as
well. "Well it's nice meeting you. I come here everday so I guess I'll see
you tomorrow. My name is John by the way". He reached out his hand to offer
me a hand shake. I reached out and grabbed it shaking his hand and telling
him my name and telling him I'd see him tomorrow as I started walking
away. As I reached for his hand though I got a perfect view his cock. It
wasn't fully hard but it was very close and stood out from his body
pointing at me.

That night I fantasized about sucking the old man off while I sucked off my
friend again. I greedily slurped up all of my friends cum as his orgasm
shot into my mouth. Even that night when I layed in bed i pulled down my
shorts and masterbated while thinking about the old man off. I came 3 times
before finally falling alseep. I wanted to suck this old mans cock so
fucking bad.

The next day after basketball, I was making my way to my locker and once
again the old man wasn't at his usual locker. I was kind of glad and
thought he must be in my row of locker again. As I reached the last row of
lockers I looked to the left where the old guy was the day before but to my
surprise, wasn't there. So I turned to the right to head to my locker and
there was my new friend in all completely naked once again. He had picked
the locker right next to mine.

As I reached my loker we shook each others hand and greeted each
other. Maybe it was because I wanted to suck his cock so bad, i'm not sure,
but it seemed like he held my hand longer than normal as I shook it. I
looked down as we shook hand and clearly saw his cock rise up and away from
his body a little bit as it became semi-hard in front of me.

He was making me so fucking horny now. I wanted to be naked in front of him
and for him to see my cock. I was too shy to hit on him or anything but at
least I could show him my cock if he wanted to look at it. I waisted no
time, I didnt even bother to open my locker yet and I started to undress. I
removed all of my clothes and than toweled off the sweat from my body. I
spent extra time toweling off my face and hair so he could get a good view
of my my cock with out me notice him looking. One thing I didn't count on
though was my cock getting hard and that is exactly what it started to
do. I figured I'd better get dressed before my cock got completly hard. By
the time I got my bathing suit out of my locker and was about to put it on
my cock was sticking straight out from my body, and actually hoped the old
man got a good look at it.

"I'm about to go for a swim too, mind if I join you today?" the old man

"It's OK with me." I answered

With that the old man grabbed his bathing suit and towel and closed up his
locker. "I'm gonna go rince off in the shower real quick, see ya in the
pool." He said as he threw his towel over his shoulder and started walking
to the showers, naked.

I was about to put my bathing suit on but changed my mine. I grabbed my
suit and towel, closed up my locker and than followed the old man into the
shower. I hung my towel next to his on a hook and than picked the shower
right next to him and turned it on. We both rinsed off our bodies and both
sort of watched each other as we did so. I noticed that he spent a lot of
time rinsing and washing off his cock and even gave the semi-hard shaft a
couple of strokes as I watched out of the corner of my eye. I decided to do
the same but he was looking directly at me when I did it. By the time he
shut off his shower and put on his bathing suit I noticed that his cock was
almost completly hard and was sticking straight out in front of him.

We headed out to the pool with was pretty much empty and both climbed
in. We picked a lane next to each other and slowly did laps up and down the
length of the pool, taking it slow and enjoying the feel of the water and
on our bodies.

We swam for 15 or 20 minutes and than decided to take a break and leaned up
along the side of the pool. "Wish we could skinny-dip. Nothing feels better
than swimming completly naked." The old man said. "Ya ever go
skinny-dipping?" He asked

I didnt even think about the answer and told him me and my friend have
skinny-dipped in his pool a couple of times. "Ah, that's the
best. Skinny-dipping with a friend or two." He answered "Me and my friend
used to skinny dip all the time when we were kids too, that's how I got
hooked on it. Ever go skinny dipping with a girl?"

"No. Not yet." I answered

"Me neither. It was always just with a couple of my boyfriends when I was
younger". He replied

When he said boyfriends it really caught me off guard but after a second of
thinking about it just figured he was older and that was the term they used
to describe your friend from back when he was a kid.

We talked a little more and than did more laps for another 20 minutes or so
before resting again.

"So, ya got a girlfriend yet?" He asked

I felt a little embarrased but told him the truth. "No. Fooled around with
a couple though."

His eyes lit up a little bit with that answer. "Oh Really? So your not a
virgin anymore?"

It was a little embarrasing talking about this but at the same time it
turned me on and hoped he would keep going. "No. Not for a long time now."

"Really? How old were you the first time you did IT?" He asked

"10." I answered

"Oh My that's young. Kids are growing up so fast nowadays. I was 16 before
I had sex for the first time."

"How old was the girl?" I asked.

The old man actually blushed a little bit. "Well, the first girl I had sex
with was I think 20 years old and it was when we were in college together."
He answered

I thought about it for a second and got me really confused and without much
thought blurted out "You were in college when you were 16?" I was actually
more amazed than anything.

He was a little hesitant but kept answering. "Ah no. I was 19 before i went
to college."

"But you just said you were 16 when you had sex for the first time and the
girl was 20." I still hadn't pieced it together.

"No. I had sex for the first time when I was 16, I had sex with a girl when
I was about 20." He finally explained to me. He seemed pretty embarrased by
his answer

I finally understood and was embarrased for being so nieve and asking. I
got pretty quiet and he was the next to speak after a minute or so of
awkward silence.

"You dont' hate me now do you?" He asked than explained. "There just wasn't
many girls around when were were growing up and I guess me and my friend
sort of just experimented with each other."

"I don't hate you for that." I thought about it for a couple seconds and
finally blurted out "I have a friend I experiment with too" I was so
embarrassed and yet so turned on for confessing this to him my cock was
rock hard under the water.

"For Real? That's awsome. I guess we're both kinda lucky to have had a
friend to try new things out with growing up."

I agreed, than had to ask. "What sort of things did you do with your

"Well we started out masterbating together. You Masterbate don't cha?" He
looked at me as I nodded in agreement "We'll we'd masterbate together and
than eventually started jacking each other off. As we got older we started
sucking each others cock and than when we were about 16 years old or so we
started fucking each other as well."

My cock was so fucking hard listening to this old man confess this stuff to
me. I reached down and rubbed my cock as we continuted talking. "What about
you? What do you and your friend to together?" He asked

Well we found a bunch of his dads playboy magazines and we started looking
at them every day. At first we'd just look at them and get hard cocks, than
we we started pulling out cocks out while looking at them and than we
started feeling each others cock as we looked at them. One night I was
sleeping at his house and in his bed together and I don't know if he
thought I was sleeping or not but he reached over and started playing with
my cock. He pulled his pants down and had his cock out than took my hand
and placed it on his cock while he played with my cock. I continued
pretending I was a sleep. He managed to get my cock out of my pants and
than went under the covers. The next thing I felt was his mouth on my cock,
he was sucking me off for the first time. I couldnt' believe it and I
looked under the covers down at him and he looked up at me with my cock in
his mouth and smiled. I watched him suck me off and than pulled out when I
was ready to cum. After I came He layed up beside me and started jacking
off but I reached over and started stroking his cock. It took a couple of
minutes to get my courage up but I finally did and than crawled down
between his legs and took his dick into my mouth for the first time and
gave him a blowjob. Since than we've been doing it almost every day for the
last 3 or 4 years. He fucks me sometimes too but I've never fucked him

I looked down into the water and could see that he old man had a hand in
his bathing suit and was playing with his cock.

"That is awsome. Doesn't it feel great fooling around with a friend like
that?" He suggested.

"It's the best." I looked around and there was nobody else in the pool area
so I pulled my bathing suit down past my cock and balls and stroked my cock
hoping the old man would notice. I couldnt' believe how bold I was but I
was so fucking horny by now.

The old man did notice and he decided to do the same thing. He pulled his
shorts down past his balls and his hard 7" cock was standing straight out
from his body under the water as he continued stroking it.

"Mind if I take a look?" He asked looking down with is eyes at my cock.

"Go ahead Hopefully nobody comes into the pool area." I answered.

With that the old man slide under the water and moved around right in front
of me. I was stroking my cock right in front of his face. I dont' know what
I felt first. His hand on my balls or his mouth on my cock. All I know is
that if felt incredible. I was still stroking when I looked down and saw
the old man move forward a little bit and than flet his lips wrap around
the head of my cock. At the same time I felt his soft hand cup balls. The
hand cupping my balls moved up and reached around my shaft. I let go of my
cock and slowly he slid the entire thing into his mouth. I could not
fucking believe it.

He was a good cocksucker too. His lips felt so amazing and slid up and down
the length of my hard cock. It was litterally only 30 seconds and I started
to cum. I wanted to warn him but I was so mezmerized and in extacy that I
couldnt' and just shot my cum into his mouth. He kept on sucking too. He
was down under the water for over a mintue before he finally raised up out
of the water. He opened his mouth and showed me all my cum inside of him
and than gulped it down for my amusement and gave me a smile. My cock was
still rock hard

"Ya like that?" He finally asked

"That was amazing!" I answered I wanted to suck his cock so fucking bad
now. I dove under the water and moved around in front of him as he leaned
agasint the side of the pool. Without hesitation I took his hard cock into
my mouth and started sucking him off. I couldnt' believe I had just met
this man and here I was sucking his dick, not only that but he was older
than my parents. Those thoughts aroused me so much and a sucked him off the
best that I could. I dont' know how long I was sucking but I was running
out of air and finally let his cock slide from his mouth and I surfaced out
of the water. I quickly caught my breath and was about to go back under the
water when he stopped me. "We better stop, somebody can come in here
anytime and catch us. That felt great though. Your good at that. You have a
very lucky friend."

"It's getting kinda late though and I should get going. Maybe we can
continue this another day?" He suggested.

I agreed even though my cock was still rock hard and we both pulled up our
bathing suits and climbed out of the pool. Our cocks tented out out bathing
suits in front of us as we walked to the showers. In the shower room we
both undressed and rinsed the pool water off our bodies. I wanted to wash
his cock for him and go back to sucking on it but it was too risky to do it
in the open showers. Finaly we headed back to our lockers.

Once back at out lockers I knew we had some privacy as nobody used these
lockers this far back in the room. Everybody used the first 2 or 3 rows of
lockers and we were way back in the 6th or 7th row. The old man was
starting to dry himself off when I had to ask. "Can I suck you off? Just
for a little bit longer. Were safe here." I whispered

His cock had gone soft by now but my question seemed to give it new life
and it began to rise up. He reached down and grabbed his cock and pointed
it at me. "Just for a little bit. We have to be careful."

He stood in front of me as I sat onthe bench and eagerly took his cock back
into my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my head and guided his cock
into me. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so bad I sucked his cock as best
as I could. The entire length of his cock was sliding in and out of
me. When the entire cock was inside me and his pubs were pressed against my
nose I'd hold his cock there at the opening of my throat and than slide my
tongue up and down the underside of his cock. Precum leaked from his cock
onto my tongue. I savoured the taste of it.

It was supposed to be a quick suck but 10 minutes later I was still sucking
his dick when he told me he was ready to cum. "Do you want me to pull out?"
I shook my head no and wrapped my lips even tighter around his hard shaft
and let him fuck my mouth. He held my head with both hands and slid his
engorged cock in and out of me. He sort of held back a grunt as he clenched
up and cum started shooting into my mouth. I started slurping and swalling,
eagerly drinking his entire load of cum. He practically colapsed onto the
bench and laid back. I kept my mouth on his cock and continued sucking him
while he did so.

His cock had gone completly limp before it finally slipped out of my
mouth. My cock was still rock hard and I proceded to start jacking off. The
old man looked up at me stroking his cock and asked "Are you close." I
nodded yes. Witht that he sat up and got me to stand in front of him than
took my cock back into his mouth and sucked my dick for the second time in
about half an hour. I was close to cumming too. He only had to suck me for
about 3 minutes and I started cumming. Since he seemed to enjoy my first
load of cum I never bothered to give him any warning and proceeded to cum
in his eager mouth. He swallowwed all of my cum without even taking mouth
off my cock. My cock never really went soft but once I was done cumming he
finally slipped my cock out of him.

"That was amazing. Did you enjoy it?" He asked as we both started getting

"Hell Yeah." I answered. "I could do that all day."

"I bet you could. You've cum twice and havn't even gone soft yet." He said
with a smile.

"I can't wait to get home and suck my friend off. You got me so horny now."
I told him

"That sounds like a good idea. I think I might call a friend up later
tonight. He'll never belive it if I told him about this."

"Well if he dont' belive you, bring him here sometime and he can see it for
himself." I couldnt' believe I had just said that til it was out of my

"I'm sure he would love that." He said with a wink

We had both finished dressing and said good bye. He caught me by surprise
when he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

Mittwoch, 14. Oktober 2015

Daddy's & Grandpa's Secret

Written by Tom Clancy

My name is Tom. I’m a seventeen year-old guy from a small town in England where basically everybody knows each other. My family has been living in this town for over a hundred years, which makes us the oldest family here. My mother is an employee at a slimming centre. She likes her job a lot, as she is basically obsessed with healthy eating and a healthy lifestyle in general. Her name is Alice, she’s 49 years old, and she looks really good for her age. My father is a financial manager at a supermarket chain. He goes by the name of George, he’s 56 years old, and his body is gorgeous. I wouldn’t call him fat, but he’s not too fit either. He’s got a nice beer belly, but his legs and arms are pretty muscular. He is tanned, he has a nice complexion and a lot of body hair. Hair on his arms, hair on his legs, pubic hair, and then there’s the hair on his chest. Oh god.

I had obviously seen him naked before, because he’s my dad, for example when he just got out of the shower and I had to take one too. Even though I’m not gay, I was always struggling to hide my hard on until he had gone away. His dick was a thick, uncut, 6 inch beauty. Going alongside this was a pair of big balls and some thin pubes which went over in his lower belly hair. I had only seen it erect once, when I was still a kid. We were in the shower together and he was showing me how to pull back the foreskin to clean the head. I asked if I could do it with his cock, and I could. I must have done a good job at it, because it got hard when I did it.

Anyways, one day, I was taking a shower, as I do every day, and the only other person in the house was my dad. I knew that he was going to take a shower after me, so I decided that heck, I’ve been wanting to suck his dick for over three years now, if I don’t go for it now, I never will. So, after thinking that, I started thinking about how I could go about it. I decided to just go with the moment, because right then, my dad came up the stairs, as our shower was located on the attic. Our attic was never cold for some reason, so we decided to put the shower there, and make it quite large, and make it have clear glass. So, as I saw my dad coming up the stairs, I was starting to see his naked body come up. We were not shy about our bodies around each other, so we didn’t like cover anything up or whatever.

As I saw his beautiful, hairy body, I felt my own dick start to stiffen up, and by the time he was able to see me, I had a full hard on. My dick wasn’t one of the largest in the world, but I wouldn’t call it tiny either. It had an average thickness, but it was around 7 inches long when erect. Obviously, my dad saw my erection, so he said “Something must be looking good then?” with a small chuckle. I just laughed it away, but I actually wanted it to stay hard, which turned out to be relatively easy because I was excited as hell for what was about to happen.

My dad got into the shower while I was not done yet, as usual. However, this time he didn’t wait for me to finish showering, but he just came closer to the jet of water and me, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t see his dick start to get bigger and thicker right there and then. He didn’t go from flaccid to erect as quickly as I did, but I’m sure it was larger than when he came upstairs. I decided to just ignore it in the beginning, but I couldn’t help but make a remark about it eventually. “Well, something in your eyesight is looking good too, apparently.” I said, as we were both kind of staring at each other’s cock. Right then, I decided to step away from the water and approach him. He then asked me “Would you mind soaping my back?”, and obviously, I didn’t. Any occasion I got to touch him would be gladly taken.

I grabbed the soap and rubbed it in my hands to get some foam going. I then proceeded to rub it on his shoulders, followed by a soft moan escaping his mouth. I made circle motions all the way down his back, working my way down to his ass. I circled on and around his ass cheeks, and decided to make my hand go into his hairy ass crack and reaching in between his legs to his thighs. It felt divine. I said “Hell, I might as well do your whole body right?”. I heard a quiet muttering, which I took as a yes, so I took some more soap in my hands and rubbed his gorgeous upper and lower legs, until I was down at his feet. At this moment, my dad turned around, so I was now on his front side. I worked my way up his legs again, till I was up to his crotch, where his cock was standing up proudly at a ninety degree angle. I decided to keep it for what it is, for now, and do his chest first. I rubbed my hands on every piece of hairy skin I could find, leaving him covered with soap and foam all over his upper body. I pinched his nipples, and seeing his face I knew he enjoyed it. I then went down to his cock again, and I took his large, hairy scrotum in my hands and I decided to quit on the washing and just squeeze it. I then proceeded to his cock itself, which I figured he would enjoy. I took it in both hands and let one hand slide down to his balls and caressed those, while I started stroking his cock with the other. I pulled back his foreskin to reveal a beautiful, thick cockhead. It was difficult to tell with the smoking hot water dripping down on it, but I think I noticed some precum coming out. He started moaning and I knew exactly what to do at that time. I approached his cock with my head, and I started licking his shaft and balls. It smelled like sweat, musk and manliness. Then I took it in my mouth. Starting with the head, I savoured the moment because I knew I had been wanting this cock in my mouth for years. I then proceeded down to take almost his whole veiny cock, until my nose was in his pubes. It felt wonderful. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down even further, until all of his manhood was inside me. With my hands, I then took hold of his butt cheeks, and I bobbed my head up and down his dick. His moaning increased with every movement I made, until he told me “I’m about to come, hold on a little bit.”, so I did. I then let his cock slip out of my mouth and got up. We were looking in each other’s eyes for about 20 seconds, when we finally started kissing. It was a passionate tongues twisted kind of kiss. The kind of kiss you’d give the love of your life when they just came back from being abroad for 3 years. When we untangled, he decided to go down on his knees, and return the favour I’d just given him. I thought nothing could have felt more wonderful than giving head to the most beautiful man and cock in the whole world, but I had never been more wrong. He took my low-hanging balls in one hand and my cock in the other. He started jerking me, pulling back my foreskin and squeezing my balls. He then took his hands off my private zone and started sucking me big time. I was unconscious of the sounds I was making, but apparently it was really obvious I was enjoying it. When I started to feel my semen come close to exploding, I asked him to stop, and he did. 

He then got off his knees, and he said “Let’s stop wasting water and take this to my room.”, so we dried with one towel, helping each other out and finding every opportunity to touch each other’s body. We then went down the stairs, both with cocks still standing up proudly, when we saw my grandfather – my dad’s father- coming up the stairs. He obviously had the key to our house, and he popped in sometimes. Before he had seen us and our cocks, he said “George, I’m here to borrow that one book of yours about gardening.”, and then he saw my dad first. “Oh, you just got out of the shower, sorry to bother you,” “That’s okay,” replied my father. Grandpa hadn’t seen me yet, nor had he seen that my dad was sporting a huge hard on. When he did notice that, he remarked “Had some fun up there?” with a giggle. Then he noticed me coming down the stairs with an erection as well, and he said “Oh, I see how it is”, and he winked at my dad. I later found out that my dad and grandpa had done things like this very often, when grandma wasn’t home.

Dad and I continued walking towards the master bedroom, with my grandpa walking behind us clothed. As he started undressing, my father and I were already on the bed in a 69 position, sucking each other off. I felt like I was in heaven, and so did my dad. In the mirror, I could see grandpa getting undressed, which got me even harder. He had a stocky build, with hair everywhere, like my dad. I had never before seen him undressed, but I was in love as soon as it happened. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his beer belly along with his hairy tits and nipples. He then took off his pants, which allowed me to see his muscled, hairy legs. It also revealed a boxer short with a huge bulge at his crotch. He knew I was looking at him, so he stretched the moment by taking off his socks and postponing the grand reveal of his dick. Meanwhile, my dad and I were still sucking as if our lives depended on it.

And then it happened, grandpa took of his boxers, which showed me his uncut, erect 7 inch long cock, with hairy, low-hanging and huge balls. The most impressive part about his cock wasn’t the length, which was just about average, but the thickness: it was just about as thick as my wrists. He saw me looking at it and he asked me if I was impressed. “Damn right I’m impressed, I’ve never seen a cock as thick as yours, grandpa!”, I exclaimed in between 2 gags. With a beaming smile on his face, he approached the bed and climbed on it. 

My dad and I got loose, and grandpa started sucking his dick. I was on my own, enjoying the show, making mental pictures of this to make sure I’d have fapping material for years, when grandpa said “Come now son, don’t be shy”, so I got closer to him and grabbed his cock. I pulled back his foreskin and I was amazed at how smoothly it went, seeing how thick it was. I then started licking the shaft, at which he moaned loudly, which let me know he was enjoying it very much. I then tried to take it in my mouth, but I couldn’t manage more than the head, so I gave that as much attention as I possibly could. All of a sudden, I felt his cock start to shake and stiffen up, so I knew he was about to come. I started sucking and moving harder, and he came in my mouth. I had to constantly swallow to not let any of his semen go to waste, because it tasted wonderful. He was too busy coming to continue the blowjob he was giving my dad, so I finished that for him. He was already close too, so I deep throated him and sometime later he also came. Meanwhile, grandpa had calmed down enough to get back to his senses, and he had started sucking me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it closer to me, so that he was almost deep throating me too. This made me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

Shortly after, grandpa said “Well, it’s been long since that’s happened, hasn’t it George?”, and my dad replied “Sure thing, dad.” I felt as if I had been introduced in the family’s darkest corners, and I loved it. We all cleaned up and put our clothes on again, and grandpa went to the bookshelf in the corridor and took the book he originally came for. He then kissed us both on the lips before leaving the house.
I knew life had finally gotten started.

Mittwoch, 7. Oktober 2015

The Senior Outing

As I sat on the big veranda of the mansion, which once had served as main house for a huge plantation and now was being used as a retirement home, waiting for the shuttle bus that was to take a group of four of us on a fishing trip, I wondered for the thousandth time if I had made the right decision. Should I have sold my house and moved into the retirement home? I signed. At least here I wasn’t alone every day. And at 76, I hadn’t felt comfortable any more living alone out in the country in my big house surrounded by the acres of scrub pines common to the panhandle of Florida.

Oh, well, the decision is made, I thought. Might as well make the best of it.

I glanced around at the four other old men sitting on the porch holding their rod and reels. I didn’t know any of them, as this was only my second week in the retirement home. I had seen the short burly guy, if my failing memory served me right his name as Tom, in the TV room making passes at a red headed woman. They had been holding hands and then right in the middle of the movie they had gotten up and left. I hope he fucked her! I thought as I suddenly remembered that it had been two years since I had sex. Oh, well another thing that one loses when one gets old, I thought to myself as I watched the shuttle bus pulled in the driveway in front of the veranda.

I was surprised to see that the shuttle bus driver was also a resident of the retirement home. I had seen him also in the TV room and remembered him because, like now, he had been wearing overalls and looked like he had just stepped out of the corn fields. He was tall and bald headed and thin as a willow branch.

“Ok, if you all plan on going fishing with me you better climb aboard.” He called out in a deep masculine voice. “Those who are new, my name is Bud.” He said, looking directly at me, so I figured that I was the only new resident going on the fishing trip.

As I walked passed the driver, damn if I didn’t do something that I had never in my life done before, I glanced down at the old farmer’s crotch. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the huge bulge in the crotch of the old man’s overalls. I looked up at the old farmer. Damn! He had seen me checking out his crotch. My face turned red. He just smiled, a crooked smile as I tried to climb into the van so fast that I stumbled.

“Watch you step, Old Timer.” The bus driver told me, in spite of being about my age, as he grabbed hold of my arm with his big powerful hands to keep me from falling.

I could have sunk into the earth from shame, as I managed to maneuver my rod and reel out of the way to keep from stabbing the old man in front of me in the back as I regained my balance and took a seat inside the van.

I found my self sitting beside Tom. I nodded my head and asked. “Where are we going fishing? I guess they told me when I signed up for the trip, but I forgot.”

“Ah, it’s a little muddy pond they call Blue Lake. I ain’t never caught a minnow much less a large mouth bass in it.” He said.

“Oh, well, at lest we get out.” I said and I began to wonder why I had signed up for the stupid fishing trip.

I glanced to the front of the bus and noticed that the old farmer driving the bus kept looking back at me through his rearview mirror. When he noticed that I was looking at him he smiled and nodded his head. Feeling that I had to respond, I nodded my head too.

“You better be careful of Bud.” Tom said turning to look me over with a long serious glance.

“Why?” I answered.

“He’s as queer as a two-dollar bill.”

“Oh!” I said in shock. “Thanks.” I mumbled.

“It’s a pity that God gave damn queers such big dicks.” The old man next to me said. He nodded his head toward the bus driver. “That old queer has fifteen inches if he got an inch. Hell, if I had half what he’s got, I would be fucking a different old lady every night.” Tom said shaking his head.

I tried to keep my eyes off the bus driver as he drove us through the scrub pines into the sandy lake country, but I couldn’t. Even after being warned that he was queer, I still found myself secretly glancing up at his rearview mirror to see if he was looking back at me. And I couldn’t get the thought that he had such a big dick out of my mind.

When the van arrived at the lake I was surprised to find its waters a crystal clear blue after what Tom and said about it being a muddle little pond. I got up and stepped back and let Tom and the other go ahead of me and covered up my action by fiddling with my rod and reel.

The old farmer looked up from helping a portly old man out of the van as I approached. He smiled at me, with his strange crocked smile. “That’s a nice rod and reel you got there. Guess you’ve done a lot of bass fishing.” He said as he reached out his big calloused hands and took hold of my arm.

“Actually, no. I just bought it yesterday. I used to fish but I used a cane pole.” I confessed suddenly feeling foolish buying the expensive rod and reel when I didn’t know squat about bass fishing.

“If you want to tag along with me you’re are welcome.” The old farmer said.

I glance toward the others. They had all hurried to the shore of the lake and were already casting their lures into the crystal blue water. “Thanks.” I said and nodded my head.

“Then follow me. I know a spot on the other side of the lake that is a great fishing hole.” Bud said as he picked up his rod and reel, which he had leaned against the van while helping us out.

“On the far side of the lake?” I asked suddenly wondering if I should follow him. I glanced at the group of three fishing side by side on the shore of the lake. They didn’t seem to be noticing us. “Ok.” I finally agreed.

The old farmer took off moving so quickly with his long strides that I had to struggle to keep up with him even though I considered myself to be in good shape for my years. He followed a well-worn trail that ran along the very edge of the lake, but the brush and pine trees quickly hid us from view of the Tom and the other two men fishing near the van.

We had walked a good distance when the old farmer stopped and leaned his rod and reel against a big cypress tree.

“Is this the place?” I said trying to peep through the brush at the lake.

“No, got to take a piss.” The old farmer said as he stood in the middle of the trail and unzipped his overalls.

I started to politely turn around to give him some privacy.

“You ever been married?” The old farmer asked.

I paused. The old farmer was reaching inside his fly with his fingers.

“Yes when I was young, but I got a divorce after a few years.” I mumbled suddenly unable to look away from the old farmer’s crotch as he slowly pulled out his dick. It was pale and huge. He just kept pulling dick out of his fly until when he let go of the thing it flopped down almost to his knees. And damn if the old farmer’s dick didn’t have two inches of loose foreskin hanging down from his pecker head. And it wasn’t just that it was the longest dick I had ever seen. It was also the thickest. I stared at his dick as the old farmer held it in his hand and began to sake it back and forth until he had the huge thing swinging from side to side.

“I’ve never been married.” The old farmer confessed. “Never even fucked a pussy.” He added as he stopped swinging his dick from side to side and pulled the loose foreskin back until his cock head came into view. It was smaller than the shaft of his dick and slightly pointed. I couldn’t help think that it would have been a wonderful tool to pry open a tight pussy. “Do you masturbate?” Bud asked suddenly looking me in the eyes.

“Ah . . . sometimes.” I found myself saying.

“When was the last time you jacked off?” The old farmer almost demanded.

And I found myself answering him with out thinking. “Last week.”

“Take your old pecker out and let’s jack off together.” The old farmer told me.

“I . . . I don’t know.” I mumbled.

“Didn’t you use to jack off with your friends when you were a kid?” He asked.

“Yea . . . sometimes.” I answered.

“So, come on let’s do it.” The old farmer said and slowly began to move his loose foreskin back and forth over the head of his dick as I stared in shear wonder at how much bigger his dick had grown since he had first taken it out of his overalls. “Come on and take your out.”

I hesitated, suddenly realizing just how small my dick was compared to the old farmers. “Ah . . . I ain’t got much.” I mumbled.

“It’s not the size that counts. Come on and take it out and let’s have some fun like we did when we were kids.” The old farmer said as he waved his enormous engorged dick back and forth in front of me.

Reluctantly, I unzipped my green work pants and reached inside. I grabbed my small circumcised dick and pulled it out into the light of day. Then I glanced over at the farmer.

“Beautiful.” He said.

I pulled out my balls, which were very over sized and make my dick look even smaller lying atop my bull sized balls.

“Hey, that’s some set bull ball you got there.” The old farmer said admiringly.

His phrase caused me to smile. “Yea, I guess I do have big balls.” I said as I grabbed then and squeezed them gently.

“I bet you shoot a big load of cum.” The old farmer added as he walked up so close that when he pointed his long thick dick at me the monster touched my belly. “How tall are you?” He asked.

“Five feet and a half.” I said.

“Got some big nuts for such a little fellow. Mind if it touch them?” The old farmer asked as he rubbed the foreskin-cloaked tip of his dick back and forth against my belly.

I let go of my balls. That was all the sign that the old farmer needed. He reached out and grabbed my big balls with his huge left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his dick back and forth across my belly.

“Ahhhh.” I moaned. “That feels wonderful. I can’t remember the last time someone touched my balls.” I confessed. “They are even more sensitive than my dick.”

Then suddenly the old farmer was down on his knees and before I knew what he was going to do he was licking my balls. I wanted to pull away from him. But his tongue felt so wonderful as it moved over my hairless balls that I just stood there and moaned. My little old dick started bouncing up and down from the message his warm moist tongue gave my sensitive balls.

“Pull your pans down.” The old farmer said as he pulled his tongue away from my balls.

Having felt the pleasure he had to give, I didn’t hesitate. I unbuckled my work pants and quickly pulled them down and then my white jockey shorts. I pushed my hips toward him think he was going to lick my balls again.

“Turn around and bend over.” The old farmer said. “I want to taste you pussy.”

I tilted my head to the side as I tried to figure out what he was talking about. Then suddenly it came to me. The old farmer was talking about my asshole.

“Turn around.” He ordered in his deep masculine voice and I found myself obeying in spite of my apprehension. “Now bend over.” I did as he asked and immediately felt his wonderful warm tongue touch my asshole.

“Oh! GOD!” I called out. Never before had I felt something so wonderful. Then he pried open my asshole with his strong tongue and slipped it deep inside of me and started twisting and turning it inside me. My legs suddenly weaken and I feared that I was going to faint from the intensity of the pleasure. When he began to fuck my asshole with his tongue, I started hunching and jerking uncontrollably.

Then without saying a word, the old farmer suddenly stopped rimming my asshole and began probing deep inside of my asshole with his fingers. It felt wonderful even as he added a third and then a forth finger. “You got a beautiful ass pussy.” The old farmer said as I felt him straightening up behind me. “I’m going to fuck me.” He added.

The old man had me so hot that in spite of the fact that I had never been fucked or even had any homosexual contact before, I knew that it was something that I always wanted and just never realized it. The moment his tongue had touched my old asshole, I realized why I had never really cared about sex. I had always wanted to get fuck instead of fucking.

“You ready for my big dick?” The old farmer asked.

I didn’t answer him. I was both frightened and eager to get his huge dick inside of me. GOD, what is happening to me? Why didn’t I know that I wanted a man’s dick inside of me before? I found myself thinking even at the old farmer pushed his slightly pointed dick head against my asshole.

It hurt. It felt wonder. I wanted to pull away but found myself pushing my asshole against him dick head driving it deeper into my opening. It hurt! It felt heavenly. The old farmer sent a couple more inches of himself into me. I gasped from pain/pleasure. He pushed even more dick up my ass. I went crazy. Suddenly I was calling out. “Yea! Fuck me! Fuck me!” As he rammed his massive dick as far into my opening as he could shove it. Then as he began to fuck me, I would have collapsed if he hadn’t of held me up.

I suddenly realized how a woman must feel when getting fucked by a man. The old farmer was in total control of my body as he plunged his enormous dick in and out of my old but virgin asshole.

“I never fucked an asshole so hot.” The old farmer whispered in my ear as he started kissing the back of my neck as he shoved his dick violently into my open hole. “Damn, you are a good fuck.” He added, moving faster and faster in and out of my asshole. “I’m going to give it to you!” He suddenly called out as I felt his body tensing.

“Yes! Oh! GOD! Yes!” I cried out as for the first time in my life I felt another man cum gushing into my hole. I pushed my ass hard against the old farmer’s crotch wanting to take his hot cum as deep inside of me as possible. The feeling of his searing hot sperm flowing inside my guts caused me to shake uncontrollably as he emptied his balls in me. And when he slowly pulled his enormous dick out of me, the feeling was pure heaven.

I turned around and suddenly found myself kissing the old farmer. The impulse just came upon me and I pressed my mouth against his and sent my tongue into his mouth as he sent his into mine. And damn if it didn’t feel like my very first kiss as it was beyond any feeling that I had ever had while kissing a woman. The kiss was so pure and passionate that I almost shoot my load as our tongues stroked each other.

“Where have you been all my life?” The old farmer asked when we broke our embrace.

I smiled and didn’t have an answer. But suddenly felt a great sadness that I had wasted so much of my life in ignorance of what I had sexually craved.

“Now let me take care of that little dick of yours.” The old farmer said dropping to his knees in front of me. He quickly took my small cut dick in his mouth and began doing wonderful things to it with his long, strong, moist tongue.

“Oh! Oh!” I found myself crying out. Suddenly no longer was my dick insensitive. His fucking and awaken a sexuality in me that had lain dormant all my life. His tongue moving around the little head of my dick sent pulses of pleasure that I had never felt through my body. I suddenly found myself fucking his mouth as he tongued my little dick like his mouth was a pussy. And as I rammed my little dick in and out of his mouth, I stared down as his crotch as he stroked his huge dick while he sucked me.

The sight of his big hand moving up and down his enormous dick excited me. Just knowing that I had taken such a huge thing inside of me made me feel light headed as I watched him jacking off.

I never expected him to shoot off again but he did. Suddenly gobs of white sperm flew from his huge dick striking the front of my work pants. Seeing his sperm running down the leg of my pants was the last straw. I shot my load in his mouth. Because of my big balls I always shot a large load of cum, but the load I pumped into the old farmer’s mouth was truly monestrous. I thought I would never stop coming as the old farmer swallowed as fast as possible and even then he couldn’t take all of my load. Cum began running out of the corner of him mouth and down his chin before I finally unloaded my balls completely.

“Damn, you give a lot of juice.” The old farmer said as he stood up. I thought our sexual experience was over but he pulled my face to his and suddenly rammed his tongue into my mouth as was blowing my own cum into my mouth.

I tried to pull away but the old farmer held my mouth to his until I was forced to swallow my own cum. Then I lost all repulsion and was kissing him back and swallowing my cum and even digging my own tongue deep into his mouth seeking more.

“Wow. You are something else.” The old farmer said when he finally pulled back.

I flushed.

“Say there’s an empty room right next to mine. Why don’t you try to transfer to it? I want you as close as possible so I can fuck you whenever I get the urge.” The old farmer said as he shoved his huge dick back into his overalls and then zipped his fly. “What do you say about that?”

“I would love to be in the room next to you . . . but I think I would prefer sleeping with you even better.” I found myself saying and realizing that it was something that I wanted more than I could ever remember wanting before.

“Well, I was thinking the very thought myself.” The old farmer said as he reached over to retrieve his rod and reel from beside the cypress tree. “Now, what do we enjoy each others company and get to know each other a little be better while we try to catch some of those large mouth bass.”

I nodded my head not trusting myself to speak as I picked up my rod and reel and followed the old farmer as he took to the lake side trail again.

Dienstag, 22. September 2015

Rural Rutting With Red

Alex was desperate to get off the farm, but it was the only thing he knew, the only trade he had. How he longed to escape to the city, but what would he do there, he wondered.

At twenty three he still looked eighteen with his clear blue eyes and shiny blond hair and freckled nose. He had a slender twenty eight inch waist but surprisingly broad shoulders, with muscles in all the right places. He had a big, goofy grin that people said was cute; but damn it, never the right kind of people.

After he had graduated high school he had started working on his father's farm. As time went by all his friends started getting married so Alex got engaged to a girl he had known all his life. But deep down inside he knew he couldn't go through with it. She wasn't what he wanted; girls were not what he wanted thought he couldn't admit it at the time. Eventually she grew bitter with resentment and when some hot shot guy came around she got herself pregnant by him and ended up moving on with him. And Alex was a little jealous, not of the other guy, but of her. He wished it had been him getting speared by that hot, dangerous dude and getting a dose of fresh cream up his insides.

Their farm was really isolated with the nearest neighbour being five miles away. Red, as everyone called Jack, their next door neighbour on account of his strawberry blonde hair was in his mid sixties and a great big ox of a man. Red's wife had died two years ago and Alex used to have this silly daydream about living with Red, and being his lover and wife and fancy boy all rolled into one. He was the only other male, apart from his father, that Alex saw from one week to the next so it was understandable that he projected his fantasies onto Red. But when he thought about the age difference between them it snapped Alex back into focus and he started thinking up new plans for escaping to the city.

And then one day Alex decided he was just going to take his chances and head off to the city. He told his Mom and Dad and they were none too happy about it but said they understood. That afternoon, by chance, Red came round to their house. He'd just bought a new computer and wanted Alex to help him set it up.

'Sure, I'll come over tomorrow.' Alex told Red.

'Why don't you grab your toothbrush and go on over right now.' Alex's dad suggested.

Alex though it was a good idea and went to pack his overnight bag. Alex's dad took Red aside and asked him if he could try and talk Alex into changing his mind. He suggested Red string out the computer thing to keep Alex there a few days. His dad hoped that being in the company of someone other than his parents would get Alex out of the rut he was in and get all this nonsense about the city out of his head.

When they got over to Red's place he suggested they crack open a couple of beers and forget about the computer until the morning. Being alone with Red brought Alex's fantasises flooding back to him and he felt strangely elated. He could not remember when last he had been so excited by the prospect of something happening to him, anything to change his boring little life.

The two men sat out on Red's porch and drank their beer in silence. Alex stole a quick glance at the beefy stud and felt a thrill shoot down his body that caused a warm glow in his crotch. He could see curly brown hair covering the great expanse of Red's chest, while his tree trunk legs were covered in a reddish brown fuzz. His khaki shorts were snug and framed his ample ass. It was a hot day and there was a dark sweat stain in the crack of Red's beautiful shapely ass. Alex was soon so lost in the thought of pressing his face into Red's crack and inhaling his rich, masculine scent that the first he knew he had a hardon was when Red suddenly said,

'Who is the girl?'

'Sor...sorry?' Alex stammered.

'You've got one hell of a hard on there,' Red said 'I thought you must be thinking about some special girl.'

Alex blushed and squirmed trying to cover his rod as it tented his loose fitting shorts.

'No need to be embarrassed.' Red said. 'It's only natural.'

'You wouldn't think it were natural if you knew what I was thinking about.' Alex said, suddenly needing to talk about these strange feeling he had. What did it matter, he would be leaving soon. And if Red was too disgusted, well he could just go back home and pack his things and leave tonight.

'Sex is sex, no matter where you get it.' Red said.

'What if it's a guy?' Alex asked.

'Makes no difference. You're not the only one in the world.'

'Feels like that to me sometimes.' Alex said, somewhat surprised at Red's laid back attitude.

'Don't beat yourself up about it.' Red told him. 'Go grab us some more beers.'

Alex felt giddy and light headed as he headed back into the house. Red didn't cared that he was gay. Wow, what a guy. The world hadn't caved in on him. Alex went into the bathroom to take a leak. And while he was there he saw Red's laundry basket. And somehow he just couldn't help himself. There on the top of the pile of dirty clothes was a pair of Red's underpants. They were black and when Alex picked them up he noticed a white stain on the inside of the pouch. His heart beat in his throat as he licked the dried precum off the fabric. He was tasting a man at last. He pressed the fabric to his nose and inhaled. The scent of a man's hairy ass and balls overpowered him and his cock was soon rock hard. Without thinking he whipped out his cock and wrapped Red's underpants around it and started jacking off.

'Is that good?' the voice startled him and he just about jumped out his skin.

'Red! Red...I'm so, so, so sorry...'please...' he blubbered.

Red wrapped him up in a bear hug, the intensity of which felt frightening, like he was going to beat him into a pulp. Alex started crying real tears, afraid for his safety.

'It's o.k, sssh...it's o.k.' Red said soothingly.

Red kept stroking Alex and talking to him in a soothing voice, telling him to calm down, that he didn't mind.

'You...you don't mind?' Alex was flabbergasted.

'Mind? I'm flattered.' Red replied. 'At my age you don't think you're capable of turning anyone on. But seeing the way you sniffed my undies and got so hard was just the most amazing thing in the world.

'You saw that?' Alex was mortified.

'Yeah, sorry about that.' Red replied. 'I was peeping through the keyhole.'

'But, that means...' Alex was more than a little confused 'you're not gay are you.'

'Put it this way, you're the sexiest thing for miles around, male or female. A man has to get his kicks somehow. Ever since my wife died I've not once made love to anyone.'

'I'm sorry. 'Alex said.

'Well, we can help each other out, what do you say?' Red asked him.

Alex just grinned that goofy grin and Red got down on his knees and fished Alex's cock out of his shorts. It was a beautiful, slender cock with a soft, fleshy foreskin that just melted back into the shaft as he peeled it back. He blew gently on the delicately tipped blushing pink head and then took it into his mouth. Alex gasped. This was his first ever sex act with another person and the memory of it would be burned into his brain forever. He looked down at the big, handsome head that was working its magic on his joy stick and then suddenly he erupted. Spurt after endless spurt pulsed out of his overexcited cock and down Red's throat.

'I'm sorry.' Alex said as Red came off him, licking his lips.

'Don't be,' Red replied 'the night is still young and you're still a young man. Come, let's go get those beers.'

Red and Alex went back outside. The sun was beginning to set now and it cast a red glow over the reddish brown hair on Red's beefy arms. Alex looked over at his hunky stud and smiled. There was still not a trace of grey in his hair, his unlined face looked not a day over forty and he wondered what treasure lay beneath those snug shorts. It gave him a thrill to know that before this night was out he would know the answer.

Red lay down on a sun lounger and told Alex to come and sit between his legs. The moment Alex was in place Red's arms went around him and he kissed the young stud's cheek. Red nuzzled Alex's hair and sighed with happiness. It had been two long years since he had held someone, and here he had this great beauty in his arms.

'Have you ever had sex with a man before?' Alex asked.

'Not since I was about your age.' Ray replied.

'Who was he?' Alex asked.

'Billy. He was my best friend, and lived on the farm next door to us.' Ray told him. 'Back then we didn't have television or the internet, like you do now. In fact the only reason I've bought the computer is someone told me you can get all this hot sex stuff on there.'

'You dirty devil.' Alex said with a chuckle.

'You're not the only horny one out here in the sticks, you know.' Ray replied.

'Tell me more about Billy.' Alex pleaded.

'To be honest, Alex, we weren't gay or anything.' Red said 'Sorry if that spoils your fantasy, but as I told you there wasn't a lot to do back then. And girls just never put out. So were constantly horny, and one day when I was about eighteen or so Billy and I were down at the swimming hole and I popped a boner that just wouldn't quit.'

'What happened then?'

'Well, Billy just grabbed hold of it like it was the most natural thing in the world. I guess it was in a way, we were horny as hell. He was my best buddy, and he was going to help me out.'

'What did he do to you.'

'Just wanked me off that first time, but to me it was the best thing in the world. There is something about someone else's hand that feels so different from your own. I thought I was having a heart attack when I came.'

'I bet you came loads.' Alex said.

'Almost as much as you shot down my throat.' Red told him as he slipped a hand up underneath Alex's T shirt.

Alex's skin was smooth and warm, while the hard muscle danced underneath Red's probing fingers. His hand brushed against the tiny nubs that were Alex's nipples and he was pleased to find them already erect. This was one horny little love pup and before the night was out Red was going to going to give him all the loving he needed. After all he had two years worth of loving to catch up on.

'And did you do Billy?'

'I had to repay the favour. After that first time we became more and more adventurous. Billy sucked me first and I soon learned to deep throat his schlong. Then after a couple of months we were messing about one day when he suddenly sat down on my pole. I don't mind telling you that I came within the minute. His ass was just so warm and tight that I gushed before I knew what was happening.'

'A bit like me then?'

'Yep. I was that eager. So you see, I fully understand where you're coming from.

'And did you ever....?'

'Oh yes, It hurt like buggery at first but I soon learned to tame Billy's huge fucker. I really got into for a while there and it freaked me out a bit. I think it freaked him out a bit too and soon after that we both started dating.'

'So, it came to an end.'

'Yeah, it just sort of petered out. Billy got married first and I married Sue about three month after that.'

'So when was your last time.?'

'The night before my wedding.'


'Yes. Billy said he wanted to make love for old time's sake. He was my best man and we snuck away and fucked each other silly. I think he fucked me three times and I did him twice as I was trying to save some juice for the honeymoon. I don't mind telling you that I could hardly sit down the next day but it was worth it.'

'And did you never do it again?'

'Not until today.'

'I'm flattered.' Alex told him. 'If you knew how many nights I've fantasized about fucking you. Each time I saw you I would sneak a good look at your beautiful beefy ass and store the memory for wanking over later.'

'Well, now I'm flattered.' Red replied. 'Are you ready to give me a kiss yet?'

Alex's heart fluttered as he turned around so their lips met. Red's breath was beer warm and his tongue seemed to be a foot long as it entered Alex's mouth and duelled with his own tongue. The older man's big hands stroked up Alex's slender but muscular back. Alex was so taken with his first man on man kiss that he almost forgot to breathe. He was red faced when he finally tore himself away from the husky, hunky next door neighbour and gulped air into his lungs.

'I want you.' Alex growled as he started unbuttoning Red's shirt.

He clucked approvingly as he caught sight of that furry, big chest with the large red nipples that his mouth instantly fastened itself to. This was a first for Red; in all the sex play he had with Billy somehow they had never gotten around to sucking nipples. He sighed as Alex sucked his very sensitive and very erect nipples all the while running his fingers through Red's sweaty, hairy chest.

Alex kissed his lips across the scratchy fur, inhaling the magical scent of a bearish man in his prime. He had Red take the shirt off completely and pushed Red's arms above his head. His pits were fuzzed in long brown sweat sodden hair and Alex lapped greedily at them now while his cock grew harder and harder. It rubbed up against Red's belly and the older man liked what he felt. His hands closed around Alex's tight little ass and massaged the cheeks. Then he slipped his hands under the young stud's shorts and underneath his underpants. His asscheeks were silky smooth.

While Alex was still licking Red's neck and pits Red fished his massive cock out of his shorts and slipped underneath Alex's shorts and into the crack of his ass. Alex gasped in surprise as the warm, spongy bulbous cock head made contact with his puckerhole. It was the horniest thing he had ever felt in his life.

'Are you going to fuck me?' he asked.

'I think it might be a little big for you to handle if you've never been fucked before.' Red said. 'But I'd love for you to fuck me.'

'Are you serious?' Alex asked as he got up and shed his clothes. His slim eight incher boner sprang free and pointed up at his navel.

'Damn, that's a mighty fine cock you have there.' Red said as he reached out for it.

He stroked the slender wand, watching the head disappear and reappear with each stroke. It was just the prefect size for hand, mouth and ass. Red pulled the young stallion towards him and once more took that beautiful cock into his mouth. This time there was a delicious tang to Alex's cock, the tell tale signs of his earlier eruption. As Ray sucked he stroked Alex's smooth thighs and large, loose hanging reddish brown balls. He could tell that Alex was in a hurry to blow and realized that if he didn't get nailed now they might run out of ball juice before the night was over.

Red took Alex by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. He stripped off and Alex whistled in delight when he saw his soon to be lover exposed at last. His body was like a work of art: broad shoulders: big beefy, hairy ass: big chest and flat stomach and then hanging below that a massive, thick circumcized cock with its huge flared knob and underneath that a pair of over sized fuzzy brown balls. Alex kneeled and pressed his face into Red's big thatch of pubes. The smell was utterly intoxicating.

Alex was so turned on he just could not stop, not if you had paid him a million bucks. He licked down the side of Red's balls, up and down the inner thigh driving the big bear wild. And then that nip, nibbling tongue worked onto his big balls themselves, sending tingles of delight up and down Red's spine. Alex went down further on his haunches to get up under Red's balls but found it too difficult so he pushed him down on the bed. Red held his big, furry thighs apart allowing Alex access to his balls and ass.

Red's asshole was a beautiful crinkled red slit in a jungle of damp brown fur. The sight of this most secret of places had Alex drooling precum in a long unbroken string. He continued his tongue tour of Red's giant balls before licking ever lower until he was licking around the winking puckered ring. Red yelped in pleasure as Alex's tongue worked all around his ring before gliding over and then into the depths of his ass. The eager stud munched his ass like he was born to it and Red was soon so turned on that he had to have Alex right away.

He tugged on Alex's shoulders and the younger man brought his face up to Red's. Their lips met in a horny kiss and Red went wild as he tasted himself on Alex's tongue. This was something he hadn't known for thirty years. As they kissed Alex's slender cock entered Red's well lubed ass with out any need for intervention from either of them. Both men were greedy for each other as they kissed and fucked, fucked and kissed. Red's squeezed Alex's baby cake ass cheeks and drove him deeper up his chute. The amount of precum that Alex had oozed out made the fuck absolutely perfect. His cock glided up the silken passage of Ray's ass tripping nerves that hadn't been used in a very long time.

Ray's thick cock had inflated again and was at full mast between them. It was like having a limb pressed between their flesh and the feel of it, and the look in Red's eyes, took Alex too soon to the edge. He fought back his orgasm for as long as he could but too soon his cock jerked and he saw stars as he spunked off another huge load of scalding man jizz. He dropped his sweat soaked body onto Red's and apologized.

There's no need to apologize.' Red said as he hugged Alex close.

To Alex's great delight he found that his cock stayed hard so he reared up and started gently stroking into Red again.

'Oooh that's the way.' Red moaned as he stroked his impossibly fat cock. A bead of precum appeared in eye of his cock before he smeared the silken fluid into his supersensitive cock head. The soles of his feet burned as pleasure shot through his entire body. Red's asshole spasmed around Alex's probing cock and he felt like he wanted to piss real bad. The moment passed and now all he wanted to do was cum. It was the single most important thing in the world. His hand flew over his slippery cock as he worked himself closer and closer.

The knowledge that he was giving this hot man so much pleasure filled Alex with pride. He stroked slowly, concentrating only on pleasing Red. He looked down at the older man now. He had his eyes closed and his brow was all screwed up like he was worried about something. Sweat glistened on his face and he looked unbelievably sexy that way. Alex's stomach muscles protested but still he supported his weigh on his hands and stroked on.

Red was mumbling now, and his hand flew faster and faster over that thick cock of his. It was almost a maroon colour now and looked like an angry cobra ready to spit. Suddenly he grunted and a very thick and huge rope of cum exploded out of the eye of his cock. He shuddered as two more smaller spurts followed it.

Red sighed and pulled his young friend into his arms for another kiss. His spunk cemented them together as they drifted off to sleep.

Sonntag, 13. September 2015

The Mountie's Grandfather

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, the Canadian national police service, is unique in the world since it's a national, federal, provincial and municipal policing body -- all the police organisations rolled into one. And we're proud of it. Canada skipped the violence of the American pioneer experience as Canadians spread out onto the western plains because the Mounties were the advance guard, establishing friendly relations with the Indian tribes and maintaining peace as the settlers arrived.

Back in the 1960s, my family was a literal dynasty in the RCMP. My grandfather, my father, and I married young enough that our sons were old enough to join the force before Grandfather's retirement -- four of us in the RCMP at once! The news programmes and press services went cookie. We received honours, testimonials, appeared on RCMP recruiting posters, and so forth. But we felt like Paris Hilton -- famous for dick.

We made a good picture, though. Four men over 180cm (6 feet) tall, each weighing more than 90kg (200 lbs.) dressed in the famous scarlet tunics with the leather belt & chest-strap and the navy blue riding breeches with the yellow stripe down the legs. Grandfather was an Assistant Commissioner, my father a sergeant major. I was a sergeant, and my son was a corporal.

After the paparazzi frenzy, thankfully life settled down. But up in the "Frozen North," as the Yanks call it (actually a Canadian term invented to keep Tubby in his Hawaiian shirt down south of the 49th Parallel), my personal life had became more complicated. For one, my wife ran off with an American tourist who convinced her he was a big Hollywood producer. Never heard of him? Me, neither. It's hard not to gloat.

With my wife gone, I turned more completely to a hobby, a secret life as one of the "Brokeback Mounties." My sexual interest in men actually began with the RCMP, back in the basic training.

In spite of a father and grandfather in the force, I had to take my place among thousands of applicants hoping to put on the cherry-red uniform that year, but my dad gave me some pointers. The RCMP has a handful of strange requirements: Dad taught me to use a typewriter because it's an RCMP rule -- typing 18 words per minute. Would the burglars would get away if I could only manage 17?

But I made it to Depot, for 120 years the RCMP training academy in Regina, Saskatchewan. I was in a 30-man troop where the average age was 27, the average weight was 88.64kg (195 lbs.), the average height 186cm (6'2"), and (from my own estimates) the average dick length was at least 22cm (9 inches).

Maybe I led a sheltered life; all I know is that before basic training, I had never seen so many naked men at once. In the training barracks showers, surrounded by naked males, slowly, imperceptibly -- okay, not "imperceptibly." I certainly perceived those muscular, hairy, big-dicked bodies around me -- I grew to appreciate the beauty of the male body. And, God, every man-jack of them packed enough to stretch-out a k5trap. No wonder k5traps sell so well in Canada, eh -- the Mounties stretch them out useless after a single wearing!

"Appreciation of beauty of the male body" to me meant a frenzied wank-session in the washroom stall after every shower. Doesn't seem to make sense, eh. Getting yourself all sweaty right after a shower.

My "appreciation of the male body" grew stronger (and more frequent) until I made the inevitable personal connection -- don't know exactly how it happened, wasn't a matter of arching eyebrows, winks, or nudge-nudge -- but somehow Corporal Bite (one of the Depot staff) and I knew.

Met him in the showers. Interesting situation -- the hot-water pipes were leaking in the staff barracks, so while they were fixed, the staff showered with us. One particular guy (didn't know he was a corporal until later -- hard to tell the rank of a naked man) was big, muscular, hairy-chested, and masculine. He stood 198cm (6'6") and I guess a good 113kg (251 lbs).

Big, broad shoulders. Reminded me of the buffalo on the RCMP insignia. Also covered with dark chest hair. He had a wedge-shaped torso that narrowed down to a slender waist . . . focusing the spotlight on a pecker that had my eyes bugging out. God! For starters, the thing was at least 15cm (6") still soft, a big, fat hose filigreed in ruby and horny-blue veins, ending in a graceful shroud at the tip that almost covered a deep-red cockhead -- but not quite. The dark eye of his piss-hole looked out at me.

Its owner caught me looking back. His last name was Bite, not an unusual surname in that part of the country. He had an interesting "turning out" story, though. Poor guy. Whenever he had the duty in Québec (where his name pronounced "Beet" is slang French meaning "cock"), he got so many come-ons from Montreal gays, it was only a matter of time before he decided a blowjob might be adequate compensation to the State for improper parking or a broken taillight.

By the time I met him, he had "gotten his man" a number of times closer to home -- in RCMP barracks. He thought of himself as the "Mountie Liberator" -- one by one teaching acquiescent troopers how the absence of women in a lonely northern post needn't put the damper on an evening and the fascinating things a man's arsehole can do.

He bragged a little: if the Mounties in a certain city happened to walk a little gingerly as they went about their duties, it was because their arseholes still hadn't quite shrunk back to normal after a night with Bite.

To cut a long story short (not something that could be said of Bite's cock), after a time of invitation, curiosity, seduction, and foreplay, I found myself up against the wall as Bite performed a strip search including a cavity-search using a most fascinating search technique and -- Ooomph! -- his own cavity-probe.

Bite knew what he was doing. Soon he had me past the pain part, and into the imprisonment of his cockhead in the noose of my rectum. And once his prong broke in, it released me into the wonderful parole of man-sex, coasting along with his big sidearm as it stretched my bumhole out into a new Great Northern Passage.

And I walked gingerly around the building the next day. A couple of the others looked at me with sly grins. They knew. A night with Bite.

By the time I graduated from the training academy and became a constable, I had a few tread-marks on my cock and up my arse, and I had to keep it a huge secret -- if not from the RCMP, at least from my family, particularly my grandfather, who would have me ceremonially executed for such a dishonour to the family.

I succeeded well enough: my RCMP career progressed nicely, I woke up many happy mornings in sweat and cum-soaked sheets, lying against a hairy body that belched and reached down to scratch himself. My family was none the wiser.

One year my father, my son, and I flew in to the ancestral home in Saskatoon from the cities we were assigned to. We had decided to make my grandfather's birthday a family reunion. Since I was alone, I stashed my things in one of the upstairs bedrooms in Grandfather's house -- my father and son with their wives took rooms in a hotel.

The day of the party, we all wore our uniforms. We cut quite a jaunty figure, the four of us. Most of the guests were other Mounties, who also wore their uniforms, so the party was a mass of bright red uniforms and yellow-striped pants, the street outside crowded with white RCMP squad cars with their rainbow lightning stripes and the Mountie crest.

The whiskey flowed, thanks, in a way, to our Yank friends. The huge Canadian whiskey industry, in particular Seagram's, owed its success to American Prohibition. During those infamous dry years in US history, our Canadian whiskey literally poured down the hill into America's speakeasies After they abolished prohibition in 1933, the American Federal Alcohol Administration allocated the importation of 3,314,443 gallons of whiskey -- for medicinal purposes, eh -- and most of that came from Canada.

To this day, downtown Montrèal has many buildings, libraries, and hospitals bearing the name "Bronfman" -- the founding family of Seagram's.

The party could have become a real wowser -- we were toasting each other and kept ordering Seagram's whiskey at the bar until we couldn't say it any more -- then we asked for Hirsch. Everybody was feeling fine and would have started looking for some fun --

-- if not for my grandfather's influence. Anybody drunk enough to start dancing around with a lampshade on his head thought twice about it under the stern glare of my grandfather -- it would be like exposing yourself to the Queen, eh. Although we put away enough to start a forest fire, the party never sank below a genteel soiree attended by dignified, soft-spoken people -- who later were only barely able to stagger out to their cars.

My grandmother had passed away several years ago, so when Grandfather's housekeeper had left in the evenings, he and I were alone in the big house. That night, after the revelers had gone, I found Grandfather sitting on the covered porch with a glass of wine. I joined him, and we sat watching the sun go down over the South Saskatchewan River.

I was in a nostalgic mood. I leaned back in my chair. So many years. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police had been a good life for me. I was proud of myself and of the RCMP. It had a long and proud history in the "evolving world of policing" -- meaning keeping the Yanks from coming up and selling their illicit drugs and buying our prescriptions ones, eh.

I thought about Grandfather. I wondered if gays were around, or at least as open, in his day as they were in mine. What did he do when a gay Mountie patted his arse in the showers? Did he ever notice another officer showing a big stiffie to him while he took a piss?

Nope. Couldn't make it work. Sticking Grandfather into that fantasy was like placing Winston Churchill in a scene with John Holmes. Grandfather was my definition of Straight. So straight, in fact, that no way in hell was I going to let slip any of my own preferences. It would have torn the family apart -- at least, I would have been kicked out on my arse.

Grandfather got up, said he was turning in. I sat in the darkness for a while longer. Letting my hardon go down -- got one thinking about Grandfather with John Holmes. Finally I got up and headed for the bedroom, still a little uneven on my feet.

As I walked through the living room, I passed the antique full-length mirror. It was a gorgeous piece of furniture -- a Louis XVI tri-fold. In my own, full-length moonlight reflection from three angles, I saw the outline of my dick in the fabric of my RCMP riding breeches.

It had been a long time since I had a good wank. What the hell, I unbuckled my belt, lowered my trousers, and peeled down my k5trap. Always gave me a little rush, that. As the blood flowed back into my cock, and after hours tightly packed in my pants, my scrotum was always very sensitive. The first wanking stroke always made my cock jump and gave me goose-bumps. I listened for sounds from the upstairs bedroom, but I didn't hear dick.

Still under the influence of Seagram's, I sat in front of the mirror, legs wide, rubbing and jacking myself to an intense orgasm, catching the semen in my hand to keep it off my uniform. At the very end, though, when the pounding of my heart slowed, I thought a heard a slight noise from the direction of the stairs.

I froze. Damn!

Nothing more. No sound. Nothing. Thanking God I hadn't spattered any on the mirror or the floor, I hurried up to my room.

The next morning, I went downstairs -- Grandfather was still asleep. I made breakfast of ham & eggs and cups of Timmie's and put it on the table, hoping the smell would wake him up. Sure enough, he came down the steps. "Coffee smells good."

We ate without a lot of chitchat. He never had a lot to say to me -- people my age were to be seen and not heard. Finally, as he finished, Grandfather pushed his plate away and looked at me. "While you're here, let's make it a good vacation for you, eh. Let's you and me go down for a little sunbathing at the beach."

What he meant by that was the large stretch of sand on the near edge of a small lake near the house. I went up to my room and changed into a shapeless pair of khaki swimming trunks. Grandfather came walking out of the house in a long, shapeless housecoat and rubber flip-flops.

We marched down to the lake's edge, and I snapped out the large beach towel for us to lie on. As I did, Grandfather shrugged open his housecoat, and it fell from his shoulders.

I gaped. He was wearing a tiny, shiny scarlet Speedo swimsuit in the RCMP color, and that was shock enough -- Damn, Grandpa is in pretty good shape for a man probably 70, he's tight and strong -- and God, is that an RCMP-issue swimsuit??

But something else: whatever he was packing between his legs strained the poor suit into a huge, sagging bag. My God! The front bulged out so far the leg-opening stretched open, and I spotted what must have been his scrotum. The waistband sagged down so far I could easily see his pubic hair. God, who knew? My Grandfather was really hung! Damn, my own Grandfather, eh!!

I had a problem. I felt my own dong snapping to Attention. I was never so thankful for a shapeless, baggy swimming suit. Grandfather helped me spread out the towel, and I could do nothing but gape at his mammoth bulge. God, what a cock he must have!

I realized that I was actually staring when I saw him looking back at me -- Damn, caught! -- but he didn't say dick, just lay back on the blanket and put his hands behind his head.

Feeling suddenly clumsy and sheepish, almost like a little boy in my suddenly oafish boxer shorts, I lay down beside him, my heart thumping with a strange excitement.

We made idle talk for a while about the lake, the weather, the fishing and so on until Grandfather said, ""Put a handful of that suntan lotion on me, won't you."

He wanted me to rub my hands over his body. Ordinarily no problem, but I gulped. Oh, God. Treading my way through a minefield here, eh.

Kneeling behind him, I poured a glob of the lotion into my hand, rubbed my hands together, then massaged his back and shoulders. Immediately I felt him relax. "Oh, yeah," he groaned.

As I continued to massage, I could feel the tension easing out of his back. As I moved down into the small of his back, closer to his arse, I realized with a jolt that I had a massive hardon! God, I was glad I was wearing boxers, but one nervous glance down told me that even that loose clothing was not hiding me -- a khaki tent showed my condition. Oh, God, what will he think when he rolls over and sees I'm hard for him?

I massaged and oiled his back and sides, moving out to massage each arm. I stopped at the tight waistband of that tiny bikini suit. Where in hell did he get that? I skipped over it, and moved down to his feet, starting again with a massage for each foot, then for each calf.

When I moved up to oiling his thighs, I was actually breathing hard. Damn, what's wrong with me? This is my grandfather!!

Then, to my horror, Grandpa spread his legs! He did it so I could kneel between them, the easier to massage his thighs, but Jesus! A huge, cloth-covered bulge stuck out from his crotch. The family jewels, eh! I know that bulge has to be his scrotum!

Trying to keep calm, trying to keep my thoughts on something else, I squatted between his legs, working first one thigh then the other. As my hands reached the top of his thighs, my mouth was dry, and I was sweating. "Don't rub so hard, eh," he growled. Yeah, in my excitement, I'm literally groping him! The pressure of the massage instantly switched to something more like a caress. My erection was throbbing, and all I wanted was to get out of there so I could yank down my shorts and give myself some relief!

More astonishment: Grandfather reached down and pulled his Speedo to below his buttocks! "Put some oil on my arse, won't you? I might do a little nude tanning, eh."

I was dumbfounded. Trying desperately to keep my hands from trembling, I touched each cheek softly, massaging the oil into it. So hot I was a little dizzy, I rubbed around and around, not really knowing what to do, but panting and sweating like I had run a kilometre.

Then he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart! "Put a little in between."

There it was. Grandpa's brown rosebud! Can't believe it! I'm staring down at Grandpa's arsehole! I dutifully let a little tanning oil trickle over it, and in a daze, I rubbed a finger gently up and down his crack, spreading out the oil, and I ran gentle circles around the hypnotic hole.

And it winked at me! My grandfather had clenched his arse muscles, and his hole tried to grasp my finger!

Before I could react or think what to say, he pulled up one leg and rolled over, arching the leg over me. He lay on his back, his Speedo pulled down to his thigh. Jee-sus Christ!! My grandfather had the biggest erection I had ever seen. Every cock I had ever admired, every Mountie who had ever mounted me -- even Bite's bite was dick -- nothing compared to what swung between my grandfather's legs!

God, it was titanic! I felt like a little boy. Struck dumb. I knelt there with my mouth hanging open.

Grandfather looked down at me. "Suck it," he commanded. "You know you want to, eh. You've been fantasizing about it since I dropped my housecoat."

I could smell it. I swear to God his scrotum exuded a pure animal scent, a lust-musk that wiped my mind clean of all thoughts -- except one. Under a power I could not resist, I bent my head, opened my jaws as wide as they would stretch, and sucked his huge organ into my mouth.

Or tried to. I was astounded. My grandfather's giant cock filled my mouth and spread my jaws but was too huge to move down my throat.

But God help me, I craved it! I bobbed my head up and down on the big organ, trying to get it deeper, and Grandpa lurched his hips at me, trying for the same. The attempted blowjob went on for several minutes until, grunting with effort, his face contorted with lust, Grandpa cummed in great, heaving jolts. Hot jizz filled my mouth, and as I swallowed it, a great warmth filled me from my belly out.

As his breathing slowed, Grandpa pulled the royal scepter out of my mouth, and I licked my lips. "Good boy," he said quietly.

I looked down at him sheepishly. "Don't know what came over me, eh . . . never done that before." No sense in letting all the cats out of the bag.

"Get your trunks down, boy; let's get a look at you."

I wanted to, but I felt the eerie notion that I had to. I couldn't refuse him. Grandfather had always been the head of the family. I pulled down my shorts, and my hard cock snapped up to slap me on the belly.

He smiled. "Yeah, you're hot for this, eh. How long have you been wanting to suck my cock?"

"Never before, I swear! It's just that I never knew . . . I never saw . . . I didn't know you were so . . . hung!" And damn, look at that! He's getting hard again! So soon! A man of his age, eh!

Sure enough, Grandfather's giant pole was swelling again, arching up into the air. I stared again. When I finally brought my glance back up to his face, his eyes bored into me. "Get over on your hands and knees." It was a command.

"Just a minute. I'm not really into this sort of thing." Appropriate protestations. Throws off suspicion. But I obeyed. Naked, I dropped to a hands & knees crouch.

I jerked as I felt his fingers swipe over the cleavage of my arse, slathering me with something wet and slimy. God, it's lube! He brought fuck-lube with him! He's been planning this since before we left the house!

He rubbed the stuff around a bit with a single finger . . . then -- Hoop! -- that finger sank into my manhole! It was so slimy, it slid in rather easily, and when Grandfather slid the finger in and out, I was astonished at the thrills that came from my backdoor!

Then I felt his massive cock begin to push at me. I tried to pull away, but too late -- "No, Grandpa, wait a minute!" -- with a mighty push, his peckerhead popped through into me, and I couldn't hold back a scream of pain. But I was so drunk with lust, so overpowered by Grandfather's maleness, in some psychological short-circuit, the pain twisted somehow into . . . pleasure!

Grandfather was gouging open my arsehole, ripping me open. But it was also wonderful! When his pace slowed to more deliberate, more forceful strokes, the pain lessened, and I drew pleasure from the impossible stretch of my sphincter muscle as he spread it wider and wider.

I was submitting. Somehow Grandfather's fucking was about his power over me. The Alpha wolf. My submission in his pack grew more complete as he pumped me again and again, spreading my arsehole, thrilling me with new sensations. I felt oddly happy about that -- providing Grandfather with proof of his power. He's fucking me like a wolf. The Alpha wolf. I'm his bitch.

God help me, I liked the idea. I began to meet his thrusts, pushing my bitch-hole back against him as he fucked me, shoving him deeper and deeper. I realized how profoundly he was in charge.

That screw was for him. Just one thing mattered there -- his pleasure. I was his hole, something for his use. I clenched my anus around him even though it increased my pain, anything to give him more pleasure. My Grandfather was The Man.

He finally pulled out, and I fell forward, panting and sweating, feeling his slime drooling from my poor rectum . "Damn, Grandpa. You fucked me to death."

He didn't say a word. He just stood up, reached down and took my hand, then pulled me to my feet. With a shrug of his head, he instructed me to pick up the beach-towel and his housecoat. Still holding my hand, he led me back to the house. I'd never felt so completely "owned" before. Even sex with Bite was just an interlude, something to get my jollies off with.

Grandfather's dong had tamed me. I wanted nothing so much as to have him do me again, and at the same time I knew my place was no higher than to please him, just an eager hole for that magnificent royal lance .

On our way back to the house, we passed both the gardeners. At first I was embarrassed to be walking hand-in-hand with a man, even my grandfather, but when I spotted their knowing smiles, suddenly I realized the truth: they were members of the pack. I glowed with pride. I was the Wolf's current mate.

Once back in the house, Grandfather pulled down the tiny red excuse for a swimsuit, and I stared worshipfully as his mighty cock grew back to Fighting Trim. "Go get on the bed," he ordered .

I hurried upstairs, stripping off my boxers as I went. I hurried into his bedroom and lay back on his bed, excited to be serving Grandfather again.

When he walked into the bedroom, his giant dong swung back and forth like a construction derrick in a hurricane, and goose-bumps thrilled me all over. He lifted my legs and pushed them back to my shoulders. I felt as though I won some kind of wonderful prize -- Grandpa's mammoth cock sank deep into guts, and although the pain was still stabbing and sharp, I was much too excited and horny to care.

"You want this, boy?" Grandfather's voice was smooth and confident.

"Yes." My voice, though, was a croak.

"I didn't hear you. Do . . . you . . . want . . .this?"

"Yes! Oh, God, YES!!"

Grandfather gripped my sweaty torso in a grasp like a wrestler's hold, getting greater leverage as he lunged forward, deeper and deeper. "Beg me, you little bitch!" The growl was a voice I didn't recognize. This was Grandfather? The man who played Santa Claus at Christmastime? The man who dandled me on his knee?

"Beg me to fuck you!"

I surrendered . "Oh, God, yeah! Grandpa, do me! Your cock feels so damned good! Oh, yeah, make me your bitch! Grandpa, fuck me like I'm your bitch!"

As he lunged back and forth in me with that big, slimy tool, I was like a ragdoll, a slab of meat there for his enjoyment. He shoved me here and there, manoeuvring me as he wished, however he wanted, whatever felt best to him.

My needs, my pleasure, even my pain didn't seem to concern him. Holding onto my hips, pulling me back to meet his fierce, powerful deep-dicking thrusts, his cock was going too far into me, and I knew he was rearranging my guts -- he was form-fitting my bowels to accommodate him. I would forever be his fuck-toy.

I had the stiffest erection of my life, aroused and on fire from my own submission and by this man -- whom I once knew as Grandpa -- and his sexual ability and dominance. Oh, yes, the Alpha wolf. I was his eager, grateful cum-receptacle.

If I had not been so over-the-top turned on, I might have been a little scared -- soon the only thing I could think of was his huge cock jabbing in and out of my arse. I felt every vein along its length as it slammed in and out. As he pulled out, I could feel the thick head come back against my arse-ring, and I clamped down with my a-hole, tightening my sphincter around his big chugger to give him greater pleasure.

And giving him pleasure gave me pleasure! As I tightened my hole, the stretched skin of my arsehole was dragged back by his pistoning cock, then stretched and dragged the opposite way with his in-stroke. The pain/pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Yet I was there not for my pleasure but rather his, and he was building toward his release. The added friction of my gripping arse-ring sped him toward his orgasm. He lunged and slammed into me, harder than I could imagine. I whimpered . I had learned to live for his pleasure, and I knew he would be cumming in me soon.

I could not explain why, but I would get a great deal of satisfaction from his seed in me. I wanted to give him pleasure, yes, but I wanted to feel his jism fill me, I wanted him to impregnate me, I wanted to be his sperm receptacle.

Suddenly he pulled all the way out, and with all his might punched that amazing baby-maker back into me deeper than ever before. By then I was screaming, telling him to screw me harder, telling him I was his bitch, his fuck-hole, his whore, his slut. The very air was electric! Grandpa gripped my ribs painfully, and my vision started to go a little dark. And it happened.

I could feel it: Grandfather's sperm surged up deep inside my bowels, a hot fountain or his boiling lava surging, inseminating, invading through my whole body. As his sperm filled me, his masculine, animal essence saturated me to the core. This is the essence that generated my father! This is the Basic, the Core-Jism! I could hardly breathe; I saw everything through a ruby haze of lust.

I felt my thought processes changing. Nothing would ever be the same. Grandfather marked me as his territory, his property, his fuck-slave. I knew my place -- at the end of his dong, thrusting over him, his hole.

His wild lunges skidded me across the bed, and finally my head slipped backward off the edge. As my head dropped back, I saw the door on the other side of the room -- it stood open. And upside-down I saw two naked figures.

Suddenly alert, I opened my eyes wider and focused. Could those upside-down figures be my father and my son?? Ohmigod They saw me! Saw me being fucked!!

But they were naked, both of them! Jesus, am I dreaming? Is this some sort of fuck-dream fantasy-nightmare??

Grandfather continued sticking it to me, slower then as his orgasm had passed and he was enjoying the afterglow. I twisted in his grip, enough to bring my head around to look at the figures in the door. Oh, God! It was my father and my son, both of them nude! My father stood behind my son, his hips lurching at my son's arse. My son's cock stood out proudly like a regimental flagpole, hard and long. And bouncing: Jesus Christ, my father is fucking my son as they stand there!

I wanted to say something, but I was speechless. I mean, what can I say in that situation, eh. My grandfather was fucking me, so I could say little about my father fucking my son. This must be the definition of "fuck-drunk."

I knew -- God, did I know -- that I had just been tamed. And by whom. When Grandfather finally pulled out of my arse, I squeezed my sphincter tightly. I wanted his sperm swimming in me, I wanted them to lodge themselves in me. I wanted Grandfather's sperm to become a part of me. To go into my bones. To ferment in my balls.

Grandfather crawled off me, off the bed, and stood up. "Never thought we'd get around to you, eh. Slipped through my fingers. When you were old enough, you were off to the training, off to here, off to there, never around long enough."

I looked at my father in wonder, and he smiled at me. "Yep, Pa got me when I was 18. Thought he'd get you, too, but you slipped through the cordon." He was still butt-humping my son. "He got Brian, here, though."

Brian looked at me with lust-glazed eyes. "God, you were great, Dad. Grandfather's cock is a marvel, eh?"

Grandfather reached down and grasped my third-generation cock, which leaped and stiffened like he plugged it into a wall-socket. "Get over there," he growled, "and suck off Brian! He's yet to get his."

"What . . . my own . . . " But the huge, ancestral cock was bobbing near my face, dripping with Grandfather's jism and my juices. Like a zombie, I leaned forward and kissed it in obedience. Then I scrambled to kneel before my boy.

Brian let out a low, soft moan, and so did I. His crank was an exact duplicate of mine. And it suddenly hit me that I wanted this experience and had fantasized about it for a long time -- maybe never enough to let it surface to a daytime conjecture -- but simmering under the surface.

Brian was big. He grew into a muscular kid. He stood 185cm (6'1") and I guess a good 89kg (195 lbs.) He had the family shoulders, big and broad like Grandpa's.

Hadn't seen his cock in many years. It was good and big. His shaft was ridged and veined like mine, but seeing it was oddly like looking at my own, but up close and from another angle. It was strange and exciting. Spunk dribbled from the tip, so I dabbed the tip of my tongue into it and playfully pulled away, drawing a string of silvery fluid between my tongue and his cockhead.

"Ah, Dad," he murmured . "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this day. Great-Grandfather laid me years ago, then Grandfather. I've been waiting a long time for you." Well, what the hell, here goes, eh. I dropped down, mouth open, to show him what I had been doing with my sexual free time since his mother ran off. I licked up more of the salty goo slithering from his piss-hole. I was proud -- my boy's cock throbbed hard from the excitement, hard and shiny with salty fluid. He's hot for me! I swirled my tongue along the staff, licking up more of the tangy stuff.

I gargled his penis in deep, guiding it down my throat. With my eyes closed, I played around the base of his tool with my tongue, and his hips lunged toward me as he moaned with pleasure, forcing more into my throat. It was so overwhelming, I shook like a leaf.

I manoeuvred him down onto the floor, and when I backed off momentarily, I glanced up. Brian looked back at me and licked his lips, in daze of lust. My son. Then his eyes closed tight, and I focused on the job at hand — deepthroating my boy!

Then Brian began to climax. I felt his warm fluid surging down my throat, and I hurriedly backed off so I could catch the rest in my mouth and taste it. The taste was wonderful, thrilling! Nothing like Bite's. Nothing like Grandfather's. As I sucked away, I stroked his young nut-sac, encouraging him to unload more.

It was important to me that his first blowjob from me was a good one; I wanted him to remember it as a mind-blower. It already was for me.

After his orgasm subsided, and our breathing returned to normal, Brian broke the silence. "Well, I guess I owe you, Dad." As I considered those words and looked around at the other naked men in the room, the possibilities of our situation sank in fully -- I fell back, jerking at my cock in a frenzy, surging into an orgasm born of the realization that my sexual world had just turned into a universe!

Over the mantelpiece in the ancestral home to this day is a photo of the four of us, wearing our Royal Canadian Mounted Police uniforms, the scarlet tunics with the brown leather belts and chest-straps, with the brown campaign hats, the blue riding breeches with the yellow stripe, and the tall boots. We are standing very close, one behind the other: my son is first at the far left. Close behind him and slightly to his left am I myself. Just behind me and slightly to my left is my father. Close behind him and slightly to his left is my grandfather.

What's not obvious is that each pair of the Navy blue riding breeches we're all wearing is an old, about-to-be-retired pair, and on Grandfather's order, each had the arse-end cut out of it.

What the picture doesn't show is that my grandfather's enormous cock is jammed up the arse of my father, his big cock is throbbing inside my contented backdoor, and my family pole is quivering in Brian's tight bum. Poor Brian: he's the one straining to conceal a fourth-generation hardon.