My life wasn’t bad. I had a job, a roof over my head, friends. An ex who stayed out of my business and a three-year-old son who made my heart swell just to look at him.

But, you know, it was less than perfect. I was working my ass off, five days a week waiting tables, and still I was losing ground, money-wise, seemingly by the day. Like: my car broke down and needed a new goddamn engine. And then I came down with pneumonia – had to be hospitalized, didn’t have health insurance, so insane bills I’d be paying off for the next five years. Add child support, car insurance, etc, etc…you know how it goes.

It all seemed to be coming down at the same time. So sure, I still had my son and in a way I was happier than I’d ever been, but in another way I was miserable. I’m talking about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner on my nights off. Not going out, not doing anything for months because the money simply wasn’t there.

So one crushingly-slow Friday night at the restaurant this man, Henry, came in. And Henry, the thing about him is he’s this dashing older man – you know, handsome, well put together. He comes in like once a week cause he likes our beer selection, and all the girls flirt with him, which should tell you something, because he’s in his late 40s, maybe even early 50s. They love him. But for whatever reason, that night he got sat in my section in the back.

“Evening, Henry,” I said when I came up to his table. He smiled this perfect confident smile at me and reached out to shake my hand.

“We’ve never met,” he said, and I told him my name, shook his hand – and it was a normal handshake, not the alpha-dog death grip. I took his drink order, a glass of Piraat. The restaurant was dead, so I kept stopping by and chatting with him, and I learned that he’s an actual C.E.O., like the real deal, for this local company that’s nationally successful –you’ve heard of it, no doubt. And I just got the sense that he was a good guy, down-to-earth. Funny.

He was still there when my shift was up so he suggested I sit at the bar with him and have a beer. And I was like, sure, cause I get one shift drink on the house anyway.

So I’m sitting next to him and we’re talking, I guess pretty intimately about our lives. He’s divorced. I’m a single dad. All that. He bought me a second beer and I was insanely grateful, not only because it was good conversation and company but also the last thing I wanted to do was to go back to my empty place, which was freezing cause I had yet to settle my gas bill from last winter and my state energy-assistance application was lost in the bowels of bureaucracy.

The beer was flowing through me, warm and good. And I found myself noticing things about him, like the heft of his solid hands and the subtle smell of his cologne. But my mind hadn’t quite gone “there” yet.

Here’s the deal – I’ve considered myself bisexual ever since I had this thing with my roommate after I dropped out of college. He never considered himself bi, though at the time we’d done pretty much everything two guys can do with one another. I think he basically couldn’t deal with it, but to me, it just happened, and I dug it, and that was that. I’ve dated girls and even knocked one up and proposed to her, though thankfully that didn’t pan out. But I’ve never really “dated” dudes. Beyond my roommate it was just the occasional jack- or suck-off with friends, always guys my age or around my age. You know – enough that I felt I had to relinquish my straight card, but never anything more.

So yeah, the idea of that with Henry didn’t…present itself to me, but it must have been taking shape in the back of my mind. Cause we were on our third beer, and the conversation got quiet and he looked at me and I was like, “what?”

And he said, “I hope I’m not off-base here…”  And my heart started quickening. “…but you’re quite a handsome young man.”

I wasn’t shocked. I was surprised. I didn’t really know what to do. So I was just like, “Thanks.”

“That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”  And after a moment I was like, “No.”

“Good. Cause I’d like to take you out sometime.”

“Okay,” I said, just sort of hearing the word come out of my mouth.

“Can I have your phone number?” he asked, and by god I gave it to him.

***

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, how confident he’d been, how really attractive he was once I considered it. He called me the next night, my night off, and asked me out on a date. This man, this C.E.O., asking me out on a date. It was just too surreal, the sort of thing I had to go through with, had to try, even though it scared me.

He suggested this ridiculously pricey restaurant downtown and I said that’d be fine. He said he’d pick me up at seven. I gave him my address, and I hung up before I realized I’d have to get a babysitter for my son, or have Trisha keep him an extra day, and that I had no idea how I was supposed to dress at a place like that.

As it turned out, getting Trisha to watch Clint was no problem, and when she asked me if I was going out on a date I said yeah, I was, and she was sort of funny about it, like playfully grilling me for the details but I wouldn’t tell her and I wondered what she’d think if she found out I was gonna get wined and dined by this older man.

I wore a nice polo shirt and a pair of pants that hugged my butt pretty tight. I found myself choosing my underwear really carefully and realizing I really wanted to look hot for this guy. When all was said and done I did look hot, I gotta say.

He picked me up in a Lexus and he wasn’t in a suit or anything, which was a relief. He wore a short-sleeve button-down shirt, kinda stylish.

Dinner was great. I was looking over the menu and everything looked tasty but I was pretty sure he was buying and I didn’t want to, like, overextend my invitation. “I’m going to order three appetizers if that’s okay with you,” he said.  I was like, “That’s fine.”

“I want the stuffed figs but pick whatever other two you want, I can’t decide,” he said. That was when I realized that this date was turning out pretty cool. On one level we were just two guys, hanging out, in this comfortable way. But there was another level…and I wasn’t quite sure where it was going to lead, but it was interesting at least.

He asked a lot about my son. Said he’d always wanted to have kids but it hadn’t been in the cards. I was answering his questions and listening to him and simultaneously eating all of this amazing food that kept coming to the table. Then we were just sitting there, drinking and talking, and I knew I was gonna let him kiss me if he asked. Before I’d been unsure, but now I knew I was gonna kiss him, maybe make out with him, maybe other stuff, maybe, maybe.

We got the check and I’m ashamed to admit I tried to peek at it, but he was slick and managed to pay it without me getting a look. We left and got in his car and I was a little anxious that we hadn’t said what we were going to do next, when he turned to me. We were just sitting in the parking garage. He leaned into me and his lips met mine and oh man did I give it back. His mouth tasted like the mints we’d had after dinner and he was kissing in this perfect way, being aggressive but not too much. His hands went around my waist and I was just swooning. My cock was really hard and when I could catch my breath I said, “Let’s go somewhere.”  And he said, “Let’s go to your place.”

We got to my apartment and as soon as we got in the hallway he took me in his arms and I dropped my coat on the floor. He ripped off my shirt and he was marveling at my body, kissing me.

“I’m taking you into the bedroom,” he said in my ear. “I’m gonna strip you down, lick every inch of you, and make you cum like you never have before.”

I was like, jesus christ. I mean, speech was beside the point, I was so turned on. I was trying to get at his clothes as he pushed me into the bedroom but he more or less threw me on to my bed. He had this smirk on his face, like he knew he was in control, but knew I was into it, too. He ripped off my pants and groaned when he saw me in my tight little undies. He ran his hand over my package like it was his to open.

Then he stood back and stripped off his clothes, watching me the whole time with that smirk. Of course I was curious. I figured he had a nice body but I hadn’t expected him to reveal this totally cut, toned body that, well, you just don’t see much on a guy his age. It didn’t look anything but natural, though – he was so tall, and virile, with this graying hair across his broad chest. He whipped off his belt and pants and what I saw bobbing inside of his boxer briefs sort of made my eyes pop out of my head. I guess he saw my jaw hanging open cause he walked up to me sitting on the bed and, still with that smirk, held his briefs open so I could see.

It was more than a big dick. It was a goddamn Roman column. I stroked it for a minute then reached forward to take it in my mouth. He really dug getting blown. He would’ve let me suck him for hours, probably. But we were too horny. I was trying to cram it down my throat and I didn’t care. I wanted it, everything he had to give.

He got on top of me on the bed and tore off my briefs. He stroked me while he kissed me and felt me up all over with those big hands, he was just all over me, I never had a second to think of anything. He got a fat finger wet and pushed it up against my asshole. He got it inside of me and was pumping me with it. He was like, “I wanna fuck you,” and I was like, “Okay, yeah, absolutely,” I mean, no doubt. I got him a condom from my bedside drawer and my jack-off lube and he lay down on his back and let me straddle him.

Which I was grateful for. It wasn’t easy. At one point I thought it was a hopeless case, not that it wasn’t fun trying. He seemed into it either way. I got the head inside and it was stretching me so intensely that I had to back off. Then I got on my back and he got over me and put my legs over his shoulders. He got the head back inside, and I was thinking of telling him to stop, that I wasn’t going to be able to take it, and I was still thinking it when I realized he was all the way in me. Then he pushed even more and I realized I wanted even more.

I didn’t last long. He got maybe a good dozen pumps into my ass and then he made the mistake – or maybe he meant to do it – to stroke my harder-than-hard dick which was all it took. I started blowing all over the place. I mean it damn near shot the wall behind my bed. I think me cumming must have set something off in him because he pulled out and ripped off the condom and already he was shooting, just spraying it all over my body. He collapsed on me.

I was still catching my breath. He was so heavy and his weight felt right, like warm blankets in winter. Something seemed to settle in me, something dense, and I found myself wanting to cry. Then I was crying and he was kind of startled. But he just got beside me and held me really tight. You know, in his big arms. I was embarrassed and I had to bury my head in his chest but I just kept crying, and I didn’t even know what I was crying about. I wasn’t ashamed. If anything I felt better than I had in months, maybe years, like his dick in my ass had released some tension in me.

I ended up telling him everything. I mean, as best as I could through my sobbing. How I was living, getting by barely day to day, wondering if I’d be able to pay my bills before the shut-off dates. Just spending every day in this low-level panic.

I realized I never said this stuff to anybody, just kept it all inside. But then I started to feel weird.

“I’m not telling you this to like, appeal to you,” I said. “I didn’t mean to lay all this out.”

“No, don’t say that. We both know this is true. Nobody can keep this stuff inside. If anything, I feel privileged.”  His voice was deep and it thrummed through his chest and against my ear. I wasn’t crying anymore, I was cried out. I felt clear. He started to get up. I sat up too. He started putting on his clothes. He threw me my pants.

“Get dressed,” he said.

“What are we doing?”

“We’re going out. We’re going to go out and spend a ton of money. Where do you want to go?”

I’d been running out of ways to casually pass by Mom’s bedroom when, finally, I saw that she was open mouthed and snoring.  The bedside light was still on and her romance paperback was splayed out in her hand.  I crept out the back door and crossed the silent dark streets in the direction of the highway.

Dad was in the doghouse.  Specifically, he was staying at the motor lodge on the edge of town since Mom kicked him out of the house.

Mom knows that Dad and I are close – in fact, she’s always been a little jealous of our relationship.  It was a big risk, sneaking out to see him, but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see Dad.

He opened the door to his motel room wearing a pair of sweatpants, a look of surprise on his face that spread into a wide grin.

“My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug.  He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties.  There was a metal box next to the bed for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door.  Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime.

“What’d you do, sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair.  He motioned for me to sit on the bed.

“Yeah…” I said.  Dad tsk’d.

“If she finds out…”

“She won’t.  She worked a double today.  You know she doesn’t wake up until at least noon the day after she works a double.”

“How’d you know where I was?” Dad said.  He reached for a nearly-full bottle of Jack Daniels that was on the table and poured some into a plastic cup.  “I don’t suppose she told you.”

“I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.”  Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp.

“Well I’m glad to see ya buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.”

“But it’s been almost a week.  What happened, Dad?  Did you really cheat on her?”

Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head.  “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom.  But I’m a red-blooded guy.  I like women, and they like me.”  It was true.  My dad is a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his life, and handsome too.

Dad poured himself another drink before continuing.

“There was this lady I was working for, someone your mom went to school with back in the day.  And, well, we got to flirting a bit.  It was a bad decision on my part.  This lady always had it out for your mom, so a few days ago she calls your mom up, starts spewing a bunch of nonsense, and, well, here I am.  You know how your mom is.  She gets an idea in her head and that’s that.”

“Yeah but she’s never kicked you out before,” I said. “It’s not fair.  I hate not having you around.”

“I imagine she’s on your case quite a bit, and I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, brushing back the tears in my eyes.

“Now, now,” Dad said.  “She’ll come to her senses soon.  I hope.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “You want a drink?” he said, looking at me devilishly.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“Atta boy,” Dad said, and got up to grab a second cup from the bathroom.  He poured both cups halfway full and handed one to me.  “It’ll put hair on your chest,” he said.  I drank it in two gulps.  It burned like heck but left a warm feeling.

“So talk to me, son.  What’s new with you?”

“Not much.  School sucks.”

“How’s your girlfriend?  Tasha, right?”

“She’s okay.  Come to think of it, she’s like Mom. Always jealous when I talk to other girls.”

“That’s women for ya,” Dad said, leaning forward with the bottle.  I held out my cup and Dad filled it to the rim.  “I don’t think many guys would bother with them were it not for one little thing.”

“Well then, I don’t know why I bother with Tasha at all.”

“You mean she hasn’t given it up yet?”

“Oh she has.  Just not to me.  She says she wants to wait till prom.  Meanwhile I know she did it with Alec last summer.”

“So you’re 0 for 0?”

“Yep.  Except we’ve done just about everything else.”

“Well that’s fine,” Dad said, sliding back in his seat.  “But there’s nothing much better than sliding it into a tight, wet pussy.”

“I bet,” I said.  “Don’t rub it in.”

“Rubbing it is about all you’re doing,” Dad said.

“Ha, ha.  You should talk.  I mean…probably.”

“Nope, you nailed it,” Dad said, shaking his head.  He leaned forward with the bottle again.  I finished the rest of what was in my cup and held it out for more.  “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of time to fantasize about what I didn’t do.”

“Does Mom like sex, Dad?”

“Son, your mother is about the best lay I’ve ever had, as well she should be, or I would never have put up with her shit for this long.”

“Why are women so weird about it, then?  I mean, if it feels good, why don’t they want to do it all the time, like us?”

“It’s a good question,” Dad said.  “I’ve known some ladies who liked it as much as guys.  But for a lot of women, I figure it’s cause they’re the ones getting poked.  There’s more at stake when you’re on the receiving end, you know?  Babies, diseases, stuff like that.  You gotta build up trust to let somebody in you like that.”  I considered this as I took another gulp of whiskey, which was going down easier with each swig.

“Crazy thing is – and I can’t believe I’m tellin you this – I’ve always been dying to know what it feels like, bein on the other end of things, so to speak,” Dad said with a smirk.

“Well you know Jimmy Pavnick,” – Jimmy’s my gay buddy from school – “He says he likes taking it up the butt, that it feels even better than fucking.  He was crackin us up the other day talking all about what it’s like.”

“I’ve had a finger or two up there,” Dad said.  “It did feel good.  I mean, gettin poked, you gotta figure it’s a whole other thrill.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “And life’s too damn short.  I don’t intend to deny myself much of anything from now on, especially if this is the way your mom’s gonna treat me when I tow the line.”  Dad took a deep breath.  “Sorry, son.  I’m just lettin off some steam.”

“It’s okay,” I said, watching Dad pour us another round.  I realized the bottle was nearly empty.  I thought, “He’s drunk.”  Then I realized, “I’m drunk.”

While we finished what had been left in the bottle, I started thinking.  I probably never would have said anything if I hadn’t been as buzzed as I was.

“Hey Dad,” I said.  “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?”  Dad smirked.

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

“Go ahead,” Dad said.

“Nothing.  I was just thinking, our problems are similar, in a way.”

“I know what you’re getting at.  At least I think I do.”

“It just seems like, it’s just us here.  Nobody would ever have to know.”

“Nope,” Dad said.  “No they wouldn’t.”  He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back.  My cock started swelling up.  “Say it.”

“I can’t,” I said.

“We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new.  Am I on the right track there?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Stand up, son.”

“But I’m hard,” I said.  Dad shrugged, stood.  His hard-on tented out the front of his sweat pants.  “That make it easier for ya?”

I stood up, facing him, my boner making a long lump down the leg of my jeans.  Dad reached forward to feel it.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.

“We’re drunk and horny,” Dad said.  “And no, I can’t believe it either.”  I reached for his cock.  It was so hard.  Dad stepped closer and put his arms around me.  I put mine around him.  We pulled close and started making out, with tongues and everything.  It was just like with Tasha in a way.  It didn’t matter that it was my dad, we were such good friends that it felt natural.

“You’re takin the lead, right?” Dad said once we came apart.  He slid down his sweat pants.  “Get naked with me,” he said.  I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans.  “I’m yours tonight, buddy,” Dad said, standing there in all his glory.  Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front.  “How do you want me then?”

“I don’t know…”

“Bent over or missionary?”

“How do you fuck Mom?”

“Missionary, usually.”

“Um, do you have a preference?”

“How bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” I said, smiling.  Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed.  He planted his feet wide.  I took in the sight of my big hot dad, his strong back tapering to his waist and then his butt splayed out.  I got closer and saw his hole, pink, with a brush of hair going down either side.  I knelt down behind him, running my hand over his butt cheeks.  I ventured toward his crack with my fingertips, and ran a finger over his hole, making him gasp and clench up.

“Does that feel okay?” I said.

“I like havin my butt played with,” Dad said.  “Don’t be afraid.”  I slid my fingers across his hole again and Dad relaxed into it.  I could see his dick hanging half-hard between his legs, a big drop of precum on the tip.

“Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.  She loves it,” Dad said.

“Do you think I could try…eating you out?”

“I think that’d be more than fine,” Dad said.  I got in there and ran my tongue over his his hard, sparsely hairy cheeks.  Then I dragged it down his crack.  When my tongue made contact with his hole Dad bucked and groaned.  I was so turned on.  I ground my tongue right against Dad’s butthole and ate him out.  Dad was into it, backing up against my tongue, groaning and moaning as I dug it in deeper.

I got my finger wet and brought it to his hole.  “Here we go,” I said.  I pressed and the tip of my finger popped in.  Dad gasped.  His hole was so tight.  I didn’t want to hurt him, but I must have been too hesitant because Dad backed up and sank the rest of my finger into his butt.  I slid my finger out then in again, marveling at the tightness, like a vice.  My cock was so ready.

“What about lube?” I asked once I’d withdrawn my finger.

“Got it,” Dad said, and got up to grab his bag from beside the TV.  “I picked this up on Monday.  Four days in a motel room, spit won’t cut it after awhile,” he said, handing me a tube of KY.  He took his position again, bent over the bed.

“I guess we don’t need a rubber,” I said.

“I can’t see any reason for it.  Score one for butt sex with your Dad, I guess.  Right?”

I laughed and got behind him.  “I’m so nervous.  I don’t know why,” I said.

“I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said.  “Just go slow, we’ll do alright.”  I lubed up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it.  I pushed forward.  The head of my dick flattened then popped inside.  Dad made a sound in his throat.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah buddy,” Dad said, all guttural.  I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside.

“Goddamn,” Dad said, sinking back some more.  I took the cue that we were good to go and shifted my hips forward, sinking my shaft fully into Dad’s butt.

And there you had it, a host of firsts:  my first piece, Dad’s first poke, and the previously unimaginable fact that I was boning my own dad.

“This feels amazing,” I said.

“I am with you,” Dad said.  I slid out a little; pushed back in.  It was indescribable, that tightness around my cock for the first time.  I did it again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“What’s the verdict?” Dad said.

“A-plus,” I said, going for another pump.  “And for you?”

“Let’s just say your buddy Jimmy knows what he’s talking about,” Dad said between breaths.  His big body heaved forward as I thrust into it.  “It’s different, but in a way it’s about the best thing I ever felt.”

“That’s what Mom’s been getting all these years.”

“Well now I know she’s even luckier than I thought.”

“You make me wanna try it,” I said.

“That can be arranged,” Dad said.  I was banging him slowly, just enjoying the feel and frankly, not wanting to loose it too soon.

“Does Mom like it rough or gentle?” I asked.

“A bit rough to tell you the truth.  I can take it however you want to dish it out, son.  In fact I think I’d prefer it if you knocked me around a little bit.  Gimme the full treatment, you know?”

I took that to heart and started working over my Dad like I imagined him doing it to Mom.  Long strokes from the back, rough thrusts balls-deep.  Skin was slapping against skin.  The bed was shaking and Dad’s moans were getting louder and louder.  I gave his ass a slap.

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck your old man.”

“Goddamn, Dad, I’m gonna cum.  Where should I cum?”

“Shoot it in me.  Shoot it right inside your pop.  Fuck, I’m gonna blow too.”  He took a hand away from the bed and stroked his cock.  Suddenly his hole got tighter and his moans got feverish and he started yelling out, “Goddamn, fuck my ass!  Fuck yeah!”  Without a word I shot my load, just blast after blast right up inside him.  It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

We took a shower afterward.  I was way too drunk to walk home, so Dad and I climbed into bed together.  I snuggled up to him, my arms wrapped around his back, and found myself boning up.

“Wanna pork me again, don’t you?” Dad said.  I offered a weak “Yeah.”

“Can’t say I blame ya,” Dad said, flipping on the light and getting on all fours.  “Have at it son.  We won’t get too many chances to fuck like bunnies once I’m back home.”  As I prepared to slide my aching cock into the snapping tight butthole of my dear ol’ dad, I considered canceling the wake-up call we’d placed and letting Mom discover I’d snuck out.  Maybe Dad and I would both get in trouble, and that was fine by me.  Life in the doghouse was pretty sweet, after all.

Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door.  That was strange.

Stranger still was that the girls in Mr. Christianson’s eighth-period science class had been asked to report to Miss Latham’s room down the hall, while we boys were in our usual classroom.

Mr. Christianson faced us.  “So,” he said, rubbing his hands together.  “Are we ready to get started?”

“What are we doing today?” asked Jimmy Cowalski.

“Yeah, why aren’t the girls here?” said Dan DeMarco.

“And why’d you lock the door?” said Anthony Mackelis.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Christianson said, holding out his hands to silence us.  He began lowering the window blinds.  “Today we’re going to continue the lesson we’ve been studying for the last three months:  biology.”  Dan DeMarco and a couple others groaned.

“Now, now,” Mr. Christianson said.  “Over the course of the year we’ve discovered a lot about the inner workings of the body – the digestive, circulatory, and nervous systems.

“But equally important to understand is the outer realm of the body.  The skin is, after all, the body’s largest organ.”  Dan DeMarco snickered at the word “organ.”

“Now all of you are young and your bodies are still developing,” Mr. C continued.  He faced us, resting his butt against his desk.  “My hope today is that, by examining the body of a man who’s already gone through these changes, you’ll be able to better understand how a fully-adult male’s body looks and functions.”

I shifted in my seat, unsure of where this was going.

“I’ve locked the door because this is a private lesson, and I want all of you to feel absolutely comfortable.  This is our time – a safe space for us to explore and question and study.   Feel free to ask or try anything that interests you, no matter how ‘out there’ it seems.

“With that in mind, I don’t want anybody to judge anyone else.  Everybody’s questions here are valid – we won’t make fun of anybody for thinking a little differently or saying or showing things we aren’t accustomed to.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” everyone said.  I think they were just as perplexed as I was.

“Good,” Mr. Christianson said.  “I want you to gather around me in front of the class – that’s right, Dan, even you in the back.  Sit on the floor, on top of a desk, wherever.”

When everyone had found a place, Mr. Christianson kicked off his shoes, then took off his socks.  “Now I’m going to get nude.  Nobody should be alarmed.  The naked body is natural, it is how we were all born,” he said as he removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.  Everyone got quiet.  Mr. Christianson folded each piece of clothing as he took it off.  When he undid his belt and started undoing his pants, you could have heard a pin drop.  Mr. C wore little red briefs.  He took those off, too, and his long, floppy, blond-haired dong swung into view.

He stood back, allowing us to take in every inch of him.

“Now I don’t want to sound full of myself, but I’ve been told that I have something of an ideal male form.  I exercise regularly, which accounts for my lack of body fat, and the definition in my muscles.”

He really did have a nice body – solid and muscular without seeming over-worked, with a light smattering of blondish hair that fanned across his bulging pectorals, flowed down his flat, toned stomach, and ended in a thick thatch of pubes.

“You’ll notice all of the hair on my body – torso, arms, genitals, legs,” he said as he walked among us so we could get a closer look.  “If anyone would like to feel it, please do.  Anthony?”  Anthony Mackelis reached out and felt Mr. C’s chest.  He ran his hand down Mr. C’s stomach but stopped short of his crotch.  Mr. C came over to me.  “Nate?”  I touched his warm, broad chest and ran my hand down his stomach but, like Anthony, I stopped short of touching anything else.  Mr. Christianson moved on.

“Body hair is a secondary sex characteristic, and is something some of you might have already – Kuzac, you perhaps?”

“Huh?” Mike Kuzac said, looking up from staring at Mr. C’s cock.  Kuzac was something of a jock and was not adept when it came to academics.

“Do you have much body hair?”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Kuzac said.

“Would you mind showing the class?”

“I guess not…”

“Then come up here, please.”

Kuzac ambled to the front of the class and stood next to Mr. Christianson, who instructed him to take off his shirt.

“I’m sure I don’t have to point out the differences to you,” Mr. Christianson said, indicating to Kuzac’s wide chest and the dark swaths of hair that covered it.  “This is thicker, darker body hair, much more copious than mine…” he added as he ran a hand through it; “…including great volume of it across the stomach and abdomen.”  He hooked his finger into the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts.  “May I?” he asked.  Kuzac looked confused, but nodded.  Mr. Christianson yanked down the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts to reveal his dense crop of pubes.  “And it continues all the way down to the genitals.”  We all craned our necks to get a better look.

“Notice that Kuzac’s nipples have become erect.  This can be due to different factors – temperature of the room, a breeze, or even human touch,” he said, flicking his finger over Kuzac’s erect tit.  “Kuzac, if you do the same to my nipple, you’ll notice the same effect.”  Kuzac did so, and Mr. Christianson’s pink nipple puffed up.

“Thank you Kuzac,” Mr. Christianson said, and Kuzac went back to his seat, still shirtless.

“Now we’ll spend some time on the genitals – something I’m sure you’re all familiar with,” he said, smirking.  Everyone chuckled.

“The adult penis varies in size and shape.  There is no right or wrong size- all function in much the same way.  You’ll notice that my penis hangs fairly low, the head going past the testicles.  I am circumcised, probably as many of you are.”  He took his cock in his hand and gently stroked it.

“Notice that as I become aroused, the blood vessels in my penis fill, making the penis fatten and considerably increasing its size.

“Don’t be put off by what is, admittedly, an exceptional endowment.  Not many men can claim a penis of comparable length and girth, not even many of your fathers.  But the size will give you a good opportunity to take a comprehensive look at the erection and what it is made up of.”  Mr. Christianson approached my side of the group.  He held his hard-on in his hand and presented it for our perusal.

“Note the thick, tubular veins that run along the organ,” he said, tracing them with his finger.  “Note as well the smaller, spider-like veins – you may need to lean closer to see.”  We bent forward.  Chucky Sorensen reached his finger out to touch one of the veins, and when he did Mr. C’s cock jumped upward and almost hit his face.

“Sorry about that.  Don’t be afraid to touch it and explore.”  We each did in turn, hefting it in our hands and feeling its length.  I was sort of amazed by the feel of it, so hot and heavy.

“As we’ve studied, the testicles are where our actual sperm cells are stored,” Mr. Christianson said as he approached the other side of the class.  “I’ve refrained from ejaculating for a week so that you’d get a better look at the testicles when they are heavy and full.”  Several of the boys – including Dan DeMarco – hefted Mr. C’s nuts in their hand.  Mr. Christianson’s dick was still hard.  It hung heavily out from his body and had a pearl of precum at the tip.  When Kuzac went to hold Mr. C’s nuts, the tip of the teacher’s cock made contact with his arm.  When Kuzac pulled his arm away the precum stringed out into the air between Kuzac’s arm and Mr. C’s cock.

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Christianson said.  He used his finger to break the string, then he casually popped his finger into his mouth.

“Weird,” Dan remarked.  “You can eat that stuff?”

“It’s a matter of preference, really, but yes, anybody can.”  Everybody looked to Kuzac, who was holding out his precum-spotted arm.  Kuzac shrugged, brought his arm to his mouth, and licked off Mr. C’s precum.

“Seems okay,” Kuzac said.  Anthony reached out for the precum that remained on Mr. C’s dick head and licked it off of his finger.

“Cool,” he said.  Then everyone wanted to try.  Mr. Christianson seemed amused but he complied, parading his dick around the room, squeezing upward from the base to produce more juice so that each boy could get a taste.

“Don’t worry,” he said once he ran out.  “There’ll be lots more.”

He went to the front of the class again.  “Now I want to ask for a volunteer.”  I was feeling brave, and curious about what was coming next, so I raised my hand.

“Nate, fantastic.  One more.”  To everyone’s shock, Dan DeMarco raised his.  Dan never volunteered for anything.  “Nate & Dan then – perfect.  Come on up, boys.”  We approached the front of the class and stood next to each other.

“I was hoping we could get you boys to demonstrate for the class your own sexual development.  Can I have you remove your shirts and pants?”

I looked to Dan, but he’d already started undressing.  It felt weird to strip with everyone watching, but having Mr. Christianson totally nude and hard next to me made it seem more normal.

Dan took his underwear down then off so I did the same, and we stood there naked.  Mr. Christianson walked around us, looking us up and down.

“We really couldn’t have had two better volunteers to compare and contrast.  Note first how Dan’s muscles are developed and shaped…” he said, running his fingers along Dan’s bicep, “…his chest already exhibiting hair growth.  While Nate’s body still retains its boyish appearance with lithe musculature and smooth skin.”  Mr. C ran his rough fingers down my abdomen.  I couldn’t help it – my cock started to rise.  Mr. Christianson took note and said, “Dan, if you also wouldn’t mind achieving an erection?”  But Dan’s cock was already stiffening, and soon both of our cocks were at full attention.

“Note the contrast in their genitalia – Nate’s is obviously quite thick and long, with plenty of loose skin and a bulbous head.  Dan’s is shorter in stature and skinnier.  Note how Dan’s erection is rigid and upright, while Nate’s still hangs at an angle.”  As he explained this his hands were all over us, holding our cocks, reaching under our balls, caressing our stomachs.  I was kind of wishing he’d never stop, but he eventually thanked us for volunteering and sent us back to our seats.

Dan didn’t put his clothes back on so neither did I.  I noticed his cock wasn’t going down, either.

“Okay, class, let’s examine the lower half of the male body,” Mr. C said, gesturing toward his pelvis and legs.  “Notice the definition in the various muscles – thighs, quads…”  He turned around.  “Glutes, ham strings, calves,” he continued.  “Note the classic ‘v-shape’ of the back, tapering at the waist; as well as the rounded, muscled appearance of the buttocks.

“I don’t imagine any of you boys have given much thought to your rectums, except for being the place where we evacuate our bowels.  But as you grow into your sexual development you’ll find the anus can be a powerful source of sexual stimulation.  And it’s worth examining anyway just to understand how they work.  So…”

Mr. Christianson climbed atop his desk and got on all fours with his backside to us.  “Please, get closer, gather around,” he said.  He had a well-developed butt for sure – smooth, rounded, muscular.  He lowered his chest to the desk and spread his ass as wide as possible.  His asshole was pink and fresh-looking and he had a brush of light blondish hair running down his crack.  “I showered just before class, so I should be clean as a whistle.”  Once we were all near to his butt – Dan DeMarco, who’d been the last person anyone would call a brown-noser, practically had his face in Mr. C’s crack – Mr. C continued his lesson.

“Obviously the pink, slick area is the anus.  The ring of muscle there is known as the sphincter.  Notice how it changes when I tense…”  His butthole squinched up.  “…And relax.”  It went slack.  “The sphincter is quite a bit tighter than most give it credit for.

“Dan, would you grab that tube on the desk next to my bag?  I want you to apply that to your finger, and then to my anus.”  Dan grabbed it, and smeared the gooey stuff all around Mr. C’s hole.  “Now push the tip of your finger right to the entrance – ah – that’s it.  Are you getting a feel for how tight it is?”

“Yes,” Dan said.

“Push a little harder,” Mr. C said, and the tip of Dan’s finger slipped inside of him.  “Awww…that’s perfect.  Now feel the difference between when I bear down…”  He paused.  “…and when I relax.  Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, it’s really tight,” Dan said.

“Let the other boys try,” Mr. Christianson said.  We each did, one at a time.  I noticed that the more who tried, the deeper the fingers were disappearing into Mr. Christianson’s hole.  When Kuzac stuck in his fat finger, Mr. Christianson’s cock – which was half-hard and hanging between his legs – oozed out a string of precum that pooled on to his desk.

Now Dan and I weren’t the only ones aroused – most of our classmates were pitching tents.

“It is really tight,” Jimmy remarked on his turn.

“Yes, but you’d be surprised at what the sphincter can accommodate.  Obviously, just as it can stretch to allow the exit of feces, it can allow the entrance of objects just as large or larger.”

“Like how large?” asked Dan.

“Well, many homosexuals choose to have intercourse via the anus.  So yes, the anus is pliable enough to accommodate an erection.”

“No way!” Dan challenged.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Mr. C said.  I thought I’d seen everything up to this point, but I was wrong.  As Mr. Christianson gave him instructions, Dan lubed up his cock and climbed on to the desk behind our teacher, lining up his cock with Mr. C’s butthole.

“Go slowly,” Mr. C instructed, and we all watched, amazed, as Dan sank his cock into our science teacher’s hole, the inches disappearing until the lower half of Dan’s body was mashed right against Mr. C’s.  Mr. Christianson groaned.  His dick let out another small stream of juice.

“Does that actually feel good?” I asked.

“Indeed it does,” Mr. C said breathlessly.  “Some pain is normal, too, but the rectum is full of nerve endings – there’s lots of feeling.  I’ll bet it feels pretty good for you, too, huh Dan?”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Christianson.”

“Feel free to give it a few pumps.”

“If I do that I’ll cum…”

“Then by all means.  But if you wouldn’t mind, please pull out when you’re ready to ejaculate and do it on my back, so the rest of the class can observe.”

But Dan, who’d already started pumping Mr. Christianson’s butt, had passed the point of no return.

“I’m c-c-cumming,” Dan stammered.  His eyes rolled back in his head and his face twisted up.  Dan grunted, breathing hard.

“That’s it, that’s fine,” Mr. C said as Dan lost it.  “Did that feel good?”

“Yeah,” Dan said.  Mr. C instructed him to pull out.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t do what you asked.”

“It’s okay, Dan,” Mr. C said with some disappointment.  “We’ll just have to have somebody else try.  Would anyone like to volunteer?”

Everyone’s hands went up.  Mr. C, dedicated educator that he was, let everyone have a turn.  I went close to last.  Even after all the dicks that Mr. C took into his ass, it still took him some time to relax his ass to accommodate my dick.

“See class, this is really putting it to the test,” he said after he’d instructed me to inch my way inside, slowly, a bit at a time.  Once I was balls-deep he groaned, a little louder than he had with anyone else, which sort of made me feel special.  I tried to put on a good show, too, working my hips slow and steady and giving Mr. C lots of time to feel it stretching him.  When I was ready to cum I pulled out as instructed.  I shot a ton – all over Mr. Christianson’s back, shoulders, neck, and even the back of his head.  He was covered with all of our loads.

Mr. C seemed beside himself as I pulled out.  He stood up and the two boys who hadn’t had a turn to fuck him voiced their disappointment.

“Now, now, we only have limited time,” Mr. C said.  “You all did great.  Now would anyone be willing to help me achieve orgasm?”  He had us all kneel in front of him.  We took turns stroking his big, dripping dick.  Some of the boys got into eating his precum again and were licking it right off of his cock, which he seemed to like.

“That’s it, that’s it…I can feel my orgasm beginning to approach.  Notice my testicles pulling up tight against my body…that’s good Dan, stroke right below the head – here it comes, I’m going to lose it – Ah!  Fuck!”

His dick swelled up until it looked like a mini torpedo and then he let loose with a shower of cum.  I mean it went everywhere, in our hair and on our faces and all over our clothes.

Luckily we had an emergency shower in the back off the classroom with a drain under it.  It was supposed to be used for chemical accidents, but Mr. C said we could use it to clean up.  We all took turns going under the stream.

Meanwhile, Mr. C took a sample of his sperm off of Dan’s neck and applied it to a glass slide.  He put it under the microscope and we each got to see what sperm cells looked like.

I watched them wriggling around like little tadpoles, and I felt awe for the miracles and mysteries of life.

I’d been having this pain in my stomach.  In retrospect it was probably just nerves, but mom insisted on sending me to the doctor.

I got there by bus on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.  I was the only one in the waiting room but I still sat for over an hour.  Finally a nurse took me back to an exam room.

“Get undressed and put on this robe.  Dr. Thompson will be in in a few minutes,” she said.  A half-hour passed before Dr. Thompson knocked, then entered.

“Hello Zachary,” he said in a deep voice.  He was an older guy, maybe in his mid-fifties, and he was quite tall.  He smiled warmly down at me.  “Do you go by Zachary?”

“Zach’s fine.”

“Zach.  Pleased to meet you.  Everyone calls me Dr. Craig.”  He held out his hand and I took it.  His hands were huge, the size of dinner plates – one of his fingers could’ve plugged up a bathroom sink.  But far from being some hulking giant he was slim and athletic under his white coat.  He had thin gray hair and a trimmed gray mustache; his jaw line was strong like granite.

“Let me think here…” he said, looking around the room.  “I want to move you to a different exam room, if that’s okay.”

“Sure.”

“Okay then, right this way.”  As he ushered me out of the room he rested his hand on my lower back.  I liked that.  We went to a room at the very end of the hall.  Dr. Craig turned on the light and had me sit in the chair across from him.

“So what brings you here today?” he said, swiveling around and planting his feet on either side of mine.

“I’ve been getting stomach pains.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Mostly when I’m nervous, but lately I’ve been getting them more often, I guess.”  He asked me if I get nauseous or if I went to the bathroom a lot, and I told him no.

“So tell me, what generally makes you nervous?” he asked.

“School, mostly,” I admitted.  “Actually mostly gym class.”

“I see.  Well, why don’t you have a seat up on the table, and we’ll take a look,” he said.  He got his stethoscope and put it around his neck.  “Lift your robe off of your shoulders and let it rest in your lap, I’m going to listen to your breathing.”  He held my shoulder as he pressed the cold metal stethoscope to my chest.  “Take a deep breath.” He moved the stethoscope lower.  “Another deep breath.”  He moved it lower still, until it was pressing into the soft flesh of my lower abdomen.  “Once more,” he said. “Sounds okay.”

Next he checked my ears, then my eyes, bringing his face close to mine as he peered into them, his deep breathing audible.

“Looks fine there, too.  If you would, just lay back.  I want to examine your stomach.”  I lay back.  The gown was just covering my crotch.   “I’m going to put some pressure on your abdomen, just tell me if I’m pressing too hard.”  He put one hand on my shoulder and with his other he pressed two of his rough fingers into my tummy.  He kneaded, lower and lower, until I couldn’t take it – I started to get an erection.  He kept kneading as he asked me questions about how often I got sick and how severe it was, and my hard-on started tenting up my gown, though he didn’t seem to notice.  Finally his fingers got so low that they brushed the tip of my boner.  He stopped for a second. My face went hot and must have been bright red.  He took his hand away.

“Well, physically you seem quite healthy,” he said. “A lot of times stress can lead to these kinds of problems.”  He smiled down at me.  “Gym class, huh?”  I nodded and laughed nervously.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said nodding toward my crotch.  “Happens to the best of us.  Mind if I take a look?”  Without waiting for word from me he lifted the bottom half of my robe and looked right at hard-on.  “No problems there.”  I was shocked, but his professional, doctor-ly manner never flagged, so I wondered if this was just part of the examination.

He lifted my cock with his thumb and two fingers.

“Your penis has a nice heft to it – it’s well developed, like most of your body.”  He started stroking it in his large fist.  “Do you reach orgasm easily?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Getting close right now, aren’t you?”  I nodded again.  He took his hand away.  “That’s good, very normal for your age.  Do you masturbate regularly?”  He turned and grabbed a tube of KY lubricant.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said.

“And, if you don’t mind my asking, are you a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, one good technique for masturbation is to try to keep your strokes light and gentle.  Then, when the time comes for actual intercourse, you’ll have retained a lot of the sensitivity in your penis that some lose when they are too rough with themselves.”

“Now I want to check your backside,” he continued, “if that’s okay.”

“Okay…” I replied.  I was nervous as hell.

“Turn on to your stomach, and arch your belly inward.”  I did as he said.  The robe was open at the back and barely covering me at that point.  Dr. Craig tucked a pillow under my stomach, which raised my butt up a bit.  I heard the snap of the tube cap and a clink as he set it back down on the metal table.

“Have you had your prostate examined before?”

“No,” I said.

“It may be a little uncomfortable at first.  Hopefully not too uncomfortable.”  He spread my butt cheeks with one hand and pressed his finger – ungloved, from what I could tell – to my hole.  He gently massaged the lube into my butthole.  It didn’t seem possible that he could shove one of his huge fingers up there.  Thankfully he seemed aware of it.

“Just try to relax.  I’ve got big hands, so I typically take my time going in.  Deep breaths…”  He worked my asshole, pushing softly and kneading inward.  “You have a very healthy-looking anus.”

“Okay, here comes some pressure,” he said.  He pushed harder and the tip of his finger sank inside.  I tried to maintain my breathing.  Dr. Craig let it rest there.  “Tight, too.”  He stroked my back.  “Tight is good,” he said through an audible smile.  “More pressure…”  His finger sank deeper inside me, but once I was past that initial pain I was good to go.  Dr. Craig stopped around the first knuckle and did a circular sweep with his finger.  “I’m just feeling for any masses or abnormalities.  You’re fine.”

I was definitely turned on at that point – my cock was rock-hard and leaking in my bunched-up gown.  But I was not prepared for what came next.

“I’m going to exam your prostate now, which means I’ll have to go a little deeper.  Try to bear down.”  I tried, and his finger shot up deep inside me.  He rubbed something – I guess it was my prostate – and at first it felt like I had to pee.  But he kept massaging it, and I felt a big squeeze of juice ooze out of the tip of my cock.  It felt so good.  He didn’t stop, and I let myself hump my cock against the table, just once – but that was all it took.  As if out of nowhere, I was having an orgasm.  My asshole contracted tight around his thick finger as shot after shot of cum uncontrollably pumped out of me.  With his other hand, Dr. Craig stroked my lower back as I lost it.  I was gasping for breath.

When I finished, he slowly slid his finger out of me.

“Well now,” he said.  “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” I managed to croak.

“Go ahead and turn over, let’s get you cleaned up.”  I flipped over and sat up on the side of the bed.  Dr. Craig helped me slip off the gown – it wasn’t serving any purpose at that point anyway.

“Wow,” he said once he saw the pool of load I’d shot.  He handed me some paper towels to wipe up my stomach, and he wiped up what was on the table.  Just before he finished, though, he swiped some of my cum on his finger and popped it in his mouth as he walked over to the sink.  I’m not sure if he meant for me to see it.

I couldn’t help but notice something huge below his waist, raising the bottom of his lab coat like a flag pole.  He caught me looking while he washed his hands.

“What’s interesting, and what I’ve discovered in my years as a doctor, is that everyone’s bodies are unique in their own way.”  He walked over to me with a warm wet napkin, took my penis in his hand, and began washing it.  “Your penis is still developing, but already it has an impressive girth and length.”  The girth and length were increasing the more he rubbed it.  He looked into my eyes.  “And I’ve come to find, just from examining many different men, that I have something of an exceptional endowment.”

With that he unbuttoned his lab coat and pulled it open, undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, and lowered his boxer briefs.  My eyes must have widened to the size of saucers.  Exceptional didn’t cover it – his cock was a super-phallus, long and thick as a baby’s arm.  “Feel free to compare it to yours,” he said.

I took that invitation for what it was worth and reached out to feel that marble column of a dick.  As I stroked him, Dr. Craig removed the rest of his clothes until he was nude like me.  He had a great body for his age – smooth and toned.  He rested his hands on his hips, accommodating me as I indulged my curiosity.

“Does having such a large penis it make it difficult to have…intercourse?” I asked.

“Sometimes, yes, with certain types of sex.  Oral sex is an enjoyable option for partners who don’t have the capacity to take an organ of this size.  And I do enjoy oral sex.”

All I had to do was lean forward slightly to take the head of his cock in my mouth.  It was like sucking on an apple.  Pre-cum welled up his piss slit.  I took as much as I could but had to come up for air.

“Do you like that, giving oral sex?” he asked.

“Yes.  For you, anyway.”  Dr. Craig smiled.

“My sexual partners are always engaged by the size of it, it never fails.  You’ll be able to take some more if you try and let your throat relax.”  I leaned down and held it against my face, just basking in the heat and power of it.  I let it slide against my eye and the side of my face.  Then I took a deep breath went down on him again, letting his cock stretch my lips wide.

Dr. Craig’s breathing had quickened.

“Try going a little lower.  Let it rest in the back of your throat…that’s it.  Take a moment; relax.  Theeere you go…”  I was stuffing maybe half of it down my throat and I still had room to wrap my fist around the base.   I figured I’d reached my limit.  I thought of it like a delicious sundae that you know you won’t be able to finish, but sure enjoy trying.

Dr. Craig held my head steady with one hand and rocked his cock into my throat with shallow thrusts.  He pressed his fingertip to the soft gullet under my chin to feel his cock sliding in and out.

“Mmmm.  You’ll set me off if you keep that up.”  I straightened up and wiped my mouth.  Dr. Craig looked at my rock-hard prick as he stroked it.  “It’s truly amazing, the intense sexual response in younger people like yourself.  Look at all this pre-ejaculate you’re producing.”  He casually swiped some up and ate it.  “Mmmm.  Most men experience a recovery period between orgasms, and it only gets longer as you age.  But it wouldn’t take much for you to orgasm again, would it?”

“No,” I said.  “Not at all.”

“You’re a very healthy young man,” he said, looking into my eyes as his face approached mine.  His lips locked with mine and we made out, his clean-tasting tongue making its way into my mouth.  The head of his prick was poking my stomach.  His big hands reached underneath my ass and he lifted me off the table.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, clinging to him as we frenched.  He walked his fingers to my spread-wide butthole.  I moaned into his mouth as he pressed his finger to me.  It slid in easily this time.  I took his finger to the last knuckle and only wanted more.

Still holding me up, Dr. Craig adjusted his prick and let it ride against my hole.  Just to feel it there, the weight and mass of it, was a thrill.  He lay me back down on the table and threw my legs over his shoulders.  I felt his cockhead aim right at my hole and press down.  The pressure was intense and made me light-headed.

Being that he was a doctor, I trusted him not to cause me undue pain.  Dr. Craig must have known that trying to fit his dick in my ass was a futile thing, so after we both got some pleasure from having it poised at the entrance, he backed off and slowly replaced it with his fat finger.  I moaned as it went inside.

“Try to remain quiet,” Dr. Craig said.  He pumped my ass with his digit, hovering just above me to watch my reactions.  He rubbed my smooth chest, pinched my hard little nipples and jerked my cock.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked it in time with his finger thrusts, imagining that it was him inside me.  His thrusting was too insistent, his fat finger hitting that same spot.  I tried to warn him but quickly realized it was too late – his hand was still working my cock and I was shooting again, my ass clenching around his finger, my cock pulsing in his hand as a shot of cum soared over my shoulder and another streamed across my naked chest.

“Oh, God,” Dr. Craig said, and suddenly his cock was swelling, and then pulsing in my hand.  Jet after jet of his cum showered my body.  I basked in it, rubbing some into my skin.  It seemed his cum would never stop, well, coming.  His finger never left my butt as we both passed the peak.

When we caught our breath he slid it out and got me more towels to clean myself with.

“Amazing.  I never meant to lose control like that.  But the sight of you, ejaculating as you did…it just sent me over the edge.”  As he pulled up his briefs he gave me one last lick at his prick.  He seemed amused that I was so taken with it.

“I think we both enjoyed this today, yes?”  I nodded.  It went without saying.  “I’m going to schedule you for another appointment in two weeks,” he said.  “We can talk some more about our bodies then, and explore some of their differences.”

Only after I left did I realize Dr. Craig hadn’t diagnosed me with anything or even addressed the problem I’d come there for.  What was I going to say to my mother?

I stopped at the gas station a block from my house and bought a bottle of Pepto-Bismol.  I decided that, when my next appointment came, I’d tell mom I had a date. That always seemed to work.

Dad turned the car down a dirt road and into a field surrounded by trees.  He killed the engine, then turned to me and sighed.  He’d been acting strange the whole ride.

“Well, son, I guess you’re wondering why I brought you out here.”  I had a pretty good idea:  the dreaded sex talk.  He scratched his stubbly chin.  He seemed like he didn’t know how to begin.

“Shit,” he said, looking out the window.  He’d lost his nerve.  “You know, I used to bring your mother out here when we were in high school.”  He turned to me again.  “In fact, it was your mother who suggested I have a talk with you.”

“About what?” I said, trying to help him out.  As much as I wanted to avoid this awkward conversation, I felt bad for my poor dad.  He’d always been a role model for me.  He was handsome, muscular, and beautiful in my eyes.  I wanted to be just like him.

“You’re at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes.  You know what I’m saying?”

“Sex, right?” I said.  A sly smirk spread across my dad’s face.

“That’s right.  And I just wanted to know if you had any questions.  You know, if you were confused about anything.”

“No, not really.”

“Well, you’re pretty grown up now.  I’d already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick.” He chuckled.  There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad fucking mom in the back seat.

“So, have you ever done anything yet…like, with a girl?” he asked, nervously rubbing his hands against his jean-clad thighs.

“No,” I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I’d been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend Brian.

“Not even with Tracy?”

“No way.”  Tracy was girl I’d hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason latched on to the idea that she was my girlfriend.

“So…do you mastur – I mean, do you jerk off?”

“Dad!” I said.  Then I noticed the sincere look on his face.  He was just trying to talk to me like a friend.  “Yeah, I do.  A lot, actually.”

“That’s good, son.  That’s healthy.  You know, I still do it too.  In fact, I’ve keep some lube and magazines in the bedroom closet, and you’re welcome to use them any time you want.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.  I mean, as long as I’m not using them.”  The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick.  I started to get hard beneath my shorts.  There was a weird tension in the car.  Dad shifted in his seat.

“And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too.”

“Join you?”

“Yeah.  When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the football team and we used to get together and mess around.  You know, just guy stuff.”  Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual.  I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.

“Well, sometimes my friend Brian and I mess around,” I admitted.  Dad didn’t look very surprised.

“You guys beat off together?”

“Yeah.  Sometimes we do other stuff.”  Dad’s cock was clearly hard and straining against his jeans.

“Man, I miss those days,” he said.

“Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime,” I said, my excitement catching in my voice.  My heart was beating out of my chest.

“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?”  He indicated to the snake in his trousers.

“No,” I croaked.

“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”

“Okay.”

The car seat creaked as dad undid his jeans.  He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs.  He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock that was as thick as a baby’s arm.

My eyes widened.  Of course I’d seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked gently in his palm.  He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt.

“Wow,” I said.  His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows.  Dad held his handsome dick so it stood up straight.

“You can feel it, if you want to,” he said.  I looked up at him.  He had a serious look on his face, and he nodded to me as if to say, It’s okay.

I reached over and took his dick in my hand.  It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Brian’s that I was kind of mesmerized by it.  I felt his hot, hairy balls.  They scrunched up as I held them in my palm.  Dad put his head back on the seat.  He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.

I slid my fist up his thick shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock head, which was already leaking with juice.  Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his cock.  He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.

“Feels so good,” he said.  “Take yours out, too.”  I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable six-inch dick.  It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.

“Nice dick,” my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his.  He started to reach over.  “May I?” I nodded my head.  He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently.  It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad.  His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be.  While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine.  I was as turned on as I’d ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.

“Fun, huh?” dad whispered huskily into my ear.  I groaned a little as Dad’s hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick.  I did the same to him.  “Aw, yeah,” he gasped, his breath hot on my face.  We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments.  Dad’s nuts were tight at the bottom of his shaft.  His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other’s pieces.

Pretty soon we were both way too close.  I had to knock Dad’s hand away from my dick.  We both fell back into our seats, panting.

Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting an orange glow on the horizon.  The crickets chirped in the field.  Dad looked over at me.  We were both still rock hard.

“Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?”  I shook my head, smiling.  “Here, let me show you something I used to do with one of my buddies,” he said slipping off his shoes and removing his pants from his ankles.  “Crawl in the back seat.”

I took off my shorts and I was completely naked, then I sat in the back seat.  Dad got totally naked, too, his big cock bobbing lustily in front of him as he climbed back with me.  He laid me down on the seat and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his thick, hairy thighs.  He laid his masculine, muscular body onto my smooth and lithe one.  Our dicks lay like pipes next to each other, pressed in between our sweaty bodies.

He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine.  Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs.  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad’s naked body against mine.  I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were.  I tightened around his thighs, pulling him closer to me.

“Feels good, right?” he said, his handsome face right next to mine.  He kissed me then, and for one exquisite instant I felt his tongue slip in between my lips.  I slid out my tongue to meet his, and we kissed like that for just a minute.  It was over way too quickly.

Dad took my legs in his hands and raised them to his shoulders.  My ass was exposed to the air, and his balls began to slide against my twitching hole.  His thrusts got lower and lower, until his whole fat hog was riding against my butthole.  My dick wasn’t getting much attention, but it really didn’t matter.  The feeling of my dad’s big dick riding against my asshole was intense.  I pushed back against him, wanting more.   Dad seemed to get lost in what he was doing, focusing intently on pushing his big dick along his son’s pulsing pink asshole.

He looked up at me.  I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from rolling in the back of my head.  He took my dick in his hand and stroked it as he humped me.  Slick sweat kept his cock gliding against my asshole.  I wanted him to take me, and I think he wanted to do it too, but we both knew it was going to be difficult.  Brian had slid his dick up my butt a couple of times, but it was nowhere near the size of Dad’s piece.  For all intents and purposes (and for all my dad knew) I was a virgin.

Dad set his hips back and jabbed the tip of his cock right into my asshole.  I kissed it with my sphincter, my own cock pulsing in his hand.  He continued to jab into me, the pressure building and building on my sphincter, a little more of Dad’s dick going in each time.  And then the head of his cock sank inside.

“Aaaahh!” I cried out, in pain and pleasure.  My asshole spasmed around his cock, and before I could control what was happening, cum started pumping out of my dick.  Dad started to stroke me as I unleashed rope after rope of heavy cream onto my stomach.  The way my asshole spasmed around the head of his cock must have done it for him, because suddenly he couldn’t hold back either.

He moaned loudly, but managed to hold his hips steady.  His cock rested just barely inside of me as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of come inside my ass, the head of his dick pulsing and stretching my tender ring of muscle with each shot.  The look on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen.  This was my dad, the man I’d loved and respected and feared and looked up to my whole life, and he was totally losing it over me, unable to hold back as his dick gushed its load inside my butt.

When he’d finished filling me with his seed he pulled out and collapsed onto my body, his hairy chest heaving against mine.  I ran my hands down his broad back and cupped his firm ass in my hand.

Dad had taken me out here to have “the talk,” intent on teaching me anything I’d wanted to learn.  Now, I had a feeling there were a few things we’d be teaching each other.

For me, an ideal Saturday night means going out and getting tanked with my buds while trying to rail as many chicks as possible.  Hey, I’m a hot young dude in my prime – why not make the most of it?

But as vice president of my frat I’ve inherited certain responsibilities – one of which is to attend the annual chapter meeting.  I wasn’t looking forward to it.  Even though some of my brothers were going, it would mostly be a bunch of old fogies – all former Phi Kaps – shuffling around the Dayton Holiday Inn.  Can you blame me for not being excited?

I checked in on Saturday afternoon and went to meet the group at the pool.  I’m not sure what I was expecting – something like the geriatric ward, I guess – but it actually wasn’t too bad.  The guys welcomed me warmly, and they had a ton of beer and food.  We had the whole back patio to ourselves, and I was having a pretty good time bullshitting with the guys and getting a buzz on.

There was one guy in particular – Joe Siriani was his name.  Though he was probably in his forties or something, he was in really good shape.  He was muscular, and had thick dark hair and a handsome face.  Now, I’m known as a pretty hot dude – I’ve got a tight little body that I work out regularly, and chicks go nuts over my dimples when I smile – but this guy looked like a real man should look, like a movie star or something, you know?

More than that, you could tell he’d been top dog in his day, and most of the guys still treated him that way.  He was leaning up against the picnic table in his trunks, his thick thighs crossed, slugging a beer just as cool as could be while guys hovered near him like moths around a light bulb.

We had dinner that night and afterwards a bunch of us ended up in Joe’s room.  We were doing shots of 151 and getting pretty loaded.  I guess I was hanging around Joe a lot because the guy he was rooming with, Owen, started teasing me about it.

“Looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight,” he slurred to Joe, who just shrugged it off.

A half-hour later Owen was face down on the floor, leaving me and Joe alone, sitting across from each other on the bed.

“How often do you work out?” Joe asked.  Earlier we’d stripped back down to our swim trunks.  “You’ve got a great body.”

“Thanks.  I go five days a week – legs Mondays and Wednesdays, upper body the rest of the time.”

“Five days a week.  Christ.  To be young again, you know?”

“Actually, you’ve got a really nice body for…y’know.”

“For what?  An old fart?”  He laughed and leaned in to me.  I couldn’t help admiring the way his tight stomach curled inward.  “It’s okay.  I remember what it was like. Back in my day…well, you wouldn’t believe the pussy I used to pull.”

“You seem like you could still get some.  You’ve got all that hair on your chest…I mean, guys today usually shave theirs, but it looks good on you.”

“You shave yours?”

“Yeah,” I said, and Joe reached out to feel it.  “I’m naturally pretty smooth, but I still shave some places,” I added.   Joe’s hands moved down to my stomach.

“Do you shave…down there?” he asked.

“Yeah…I pretty much keep it trimmed.”  Joe dropped his hand and leaned back.  I reached forward to feel his chest, running my fingers through the coarse hair on his muscles.

“Truthfully speaking,” Joe said, “this body wasn’t the only thing that pulled the pussy.  If you know what I’m getting at.”  With a smirk, he nodded toward his lap.  I could see something pretty big rustling in his red trunks.  In fact, I’d sort of noticed it all day.

“I’m uncut, too,” Joe continued.  “You might think that would weird chicks out, but every girl I ever fucked fucking loved it.”

“Uncut…” I said dumbly, my hand on his stomach, my eyes on his crotch.  “That’s crazy…”

“Not really – it’s natural.  You’ve seen one?”

“Not up close, really.”

Joe reached for his waistband and pulled it down, first revealing his bush of dark pubes, then his thick dick resting against his thigh.  He tucked the band under his nuts, which were also pretty big, and held his cock upward.  It was a big one, that was for sure – also thick and smooth.  His foreskin mostly covered the tip, but a little pink bit of cockhead peeked out from the top.  I thought – I dunno.  I just thought it was a really handsome dick.

But then I couldn’t find the words.

“The ole Siriani sword, they used to say,” Joe said.  “Still half-sheathed.”  He pulled down his foreskin.  The head looked really moist.  He pulled it back up again like it was a turtleneck, demonstrating for me.

“You can try it, too,” he said.  I’m not sure why, but I took it in my hand.  Man it was enormous – really warm, too.  I skinned it back then forward.  Joe let out his breath.  I did it again.

“You keep doing that, buddy, and we’ll get along just fine.”

“What if Owen wakes up?” I said.

“Ain’t happening.  Be grateful – he’d probably want a turn at it himself.”

I kept at it, and as I relaxed I got into it more.  I leaned forward to get a better grip, stroking him all the way down his shaft.  Nobody’d ever let me explore their body like this before.  It was pretty cool.

I cupped his balls – they were so beefy and heavy.  All the hair on his crotch looked great.  I wondered if I should start letting mine grow out.

“What’s frat life like these days?” Joe said, still with that smirk.  “You ever go down on your buddies?”

“No way.”

“That’s too bad.  You know I wouldn’t mind.”  I gave him a sideways look.  “Hey,” he continued, “I’m not gonna judge you.  If you aren’t interested, you aren’t interested.”  He reached for his waistband.

“I’ll…I’ll try it,” I said, even though I’d sorta been thinking about it ever since he’d hauled it out.  Joe smiled and rested back on his elbows.  I leaned down, feeling the heat of his prick next to my face.  Then I took the head between my lips.  I swabbed my tongue over the hard glans and under his chewy foreskin.  It was actually pretty sexy.

“That’s it,” Joe said, resting a hand on the back of my head.  “Really go down on me now.”  He guided me as I took as much of his cock as I could into my throat. “Fuck yeah, that’s nice.”

My own cock was hard and bobbing in my trunks.  I kept slurping up and down on Joe’s cock, doing it the way I’d always wanted a chick to do me.  You know that old thing about how only a guy could know what feels good for another guy?   I think it might be true.  I used my tongue hard against the underside, sucking tight and keeping my teeth away.  I was getting almost all the way down to the base, to where I was choking on it a little.

“You’re doing a great job.  Man, I haven’t had head this good since college,” Joe said.

I went for broke and licked his nuts.  The scent of his crotch bore a trace of his cologne, along with something deeper.  I buried my face in his balls, rolling his sack over my nose, getting my tongue underneath and licking his taint.  It was even muskier back there, but also clean and chlorinated.

Then Joe lifted my head out of his lap.  “I want you to try something,” he said and rolled on to his stomach, spreading his legs so I was between them.  He lifted his ass up – a nice bubble butt; toned and firm – showing off his lightly hairy crack and pink crevice.

“I want you to try eating my ass out.  That’s something I definitely haven’t had for years.  You game?”  I could see how hard his dick still was from the way his taint bulged out.  I put my hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart.

“Just get your face in there, try it.”  I got closer.  The smell was even muskier than what I’d gotten from his balls, but it was kinda turning me on.  I bit at the cheeks of his butt, running my tongue along their curves, getting more turned on by the minute.  No girl had ever eaten my ass – I probably wouldn’t have let them if they’d tried.  But with Joe it felt okay.  I ran my tongue down his crack, finally touching it to his asshole.  It was slick and totally hot.  Joe groaned.

“Holy Christ,” he said as I dug my tongue into his pucker.  “Oh man, that’s fucking fantastic.  Just rim around it.  Now spear it in.  Fuck, that’s superb.”  Joe started grinding his ass against my face.  Then he was humping the bed, working his dick against the mattress and bucking back to jam his hole on my tongue.  My face never left his tight butt.

“I think I could cum just from you doing that,” Joe said, and turned back over.  I wiped my mouth, and Joe reached forward and slid my shorts down.  My eyes rolled back in my head when he started stroking my dick.  His other fingers slipped underneath my balls.   “You want to know how it feels, getting a rim job?”  I nodded.  “Turn over on your stomach.  Or yeah – get on all fours.”

I reached back and spread my ass out for him.  Just doing that, feeling the air hit my hole, was turning me on big time.

“Oh man, you shave back there too?  Fuckin hot,” Joe said.  He ran his finger up and down my crack a couple of times.  I thought I’d jump out of my skin when it came in contact with my hole, but Joe just kept at it.  He got down then, sucking and biting at my butt cheeks like I’d done with him.  He slowly ran his tongue down my crack, and finally flicked it against my hole.  Lemme tell yeah – I’ve never felt anything like that before.  It was a totally new buzz, one that was separate from my cock but somehow connected, too.  Joe pressed his tongue harder to my asshole, jamming it inside.  He was going deeper and deeper, getting his whole face into it, his scratchy jaw chafing against my butt.  I couldn’t get enough.

“You’ve got such a hot ass,” Joe said before plunging his tongue back in.  Then he reared back and brought his fat cock against my butt, slapping his meat against it.  I couldn’t help it, it felt fucking great.  I pushed back against him as he rode his cock along my crack.

“Oh yeah baby.  You want ole Joey to fuck you?  I brought condoms.”

“Joe I – I dunno…”

“Relax buddy.  I’m pretty much a pro at this.”  He laid down on my back, wrapping his arms around my neck and putting his lips to my ear.  “It’s gonna feel so good for both of us, wait and see,” he whispered as he humped my rear.  He stuck his tongue in my ear.  “Gonna fuck you all night, if you want.”

I arched my back, lifting my butt up to meet his thrusts.  His cock started jabbing against my hole, the end of it pressing hard against me until I felt like it was going inside.  Then he pressed even harder and I knew he was inside, cause it hurt like hell.  He held me still, just letting me get used to it.  Then he pulled out.

“You just wait,” he said, snapping on a rubber.  He had a tube of lube too.  “Seriously, you’re gonna get screwed by the best.  Gonna cum so hard you’ll want it all over again.  Trust me.”

He flipped me on my back and propped my ankles on his shoulders.  He got my ass lubed up and slowly slipped his finger inside.  Honestly, once I got used to it, it felt fucking incredible.  I felt like I could cum just from having it up there.  He took it out and grabbed me by the hips.

“Brace yourself,” he said, pressing his dick to me again.  This time, I took it more easily.  He gave me some time to breath, then sank more inside.  At some point I stopped realizing it was going inside, and next thing I knew his balls were pressed against my ass.  I probably would’ve taken even more if he’d had it, at that point.  I felt so full, but I wanted to be filled up even more.

“Oh, shit.  That feel good to you?” Joe said.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I said.  He pulled out and sank it back in.  A little squeal escaped my lips.

“Baby, your ass is gripping my cock so tight,” he said, looking in my eyes.  He worked it in and out, a little faster.  I gasped each time he hit bottom.

He worked it so steadily, I thought I really must be getting fucked by the best.  He had techniques I’d never considered – like keeping the head right at the entrance, working the tip in and out in quick little jabs that felt incredible.  Then he’d deep thrust slowly, letting me feel every inch of him going inside.  I was rock hard.  Joe took hold of my cock, working it as he worked my ass over.

“You’re giving Joey the ride of his life, buddy.  Seriously, I haven’t had ass this sweet in years.”  He was so composed, his muscles flexing with each thrust, his whole body working in tandem.  He didn’t treat me like just another hole (which is truthfully how I think of a lot of the chicks I screw).  He ran his hands all over my body, calling me “baby” and working my dick steadily.  I knew I was going to lose it soon.  Joe must’ve sensed it.

“You gonna cum for me?  Just go ahead and lose it, I wanna see you shoot a load with my dick up inside you.”

“Fuck man, I can’t help it—”  I barely got out the words before the first rope of jizz shot out of my dick, arching over my head and landing on the pillow and on my lips.  I don’t think I’ve ever shot that hard.  Each time Joe bottomed out in me, I let loose another blast.  It splattered on my pecs and stomach.  Joe rubbed it in my skin, mixing it with my sweat.  His rubbed it on my lips, then slipped his finger in my mouth.  I licked it clean.  Then he licked the rest of my load off of his hand.

“Mmm…fuck yeah.  Dude, I’m gonna cum too.”  He grabbed my hips hard, rocking his cock in me mercilessly.  “Get ready buddy, gonna cream inside of you – AH! FUCK!”  His fingers dug into my hips as he held his cock deep inside me.  I could feel it pulsing as he lost his load.  His face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure.  I thought it pretty awesome that I could make him feel that way.

Joe pulled out and laid his sweaty body on mine.  One second he was bringing his ever-smirking face next to mine, and I thought he’s gonna kiss me.  Then he was kissing me, working his tongue in my mouth, his rock-hard jaw locked against my face.  I brought my tongue out to meet his.  It made me deliriously horny, even though I’d just shot.  Joe rubbed his still-hard and juicy dick against my stomach as we made out, and it was then that I knew I was going to get it more than once tonight – maybe even more.

So my boring Saturday night hadn’t turned out so bad after all.  Who knew that bonding with the older brothers could be so fucking cool?

He was my boss at my first “real” job out of college, a professor in the mathematics department.  I was his assistant.

Our building was full of antsy, anti-social nerds, but Gabriel (I called him by his first name) was laid back and friendly.  We got along well.

He was Spanish, tall and handsome with a thin, athletic body.  He had an unassuming sexiness about him, but I tried to keep my mind from going there.  I needed the job.  There was too much at stake.

Still, sometimes he’d be explaining a project, leaning close to me, and I would be painfully aware of his inner thigh brushing against my arm.  I’m not sure if he did it on purpose.  He knew I was gay, and it didn’t seem to faze him.  I’ve got that cute, surfer-boy look going on, but still, he was a married man.

He’d been preparing to leave for a conference in Florida with a colleague when the colleague cancelled.  I was pretty delighted that he asked me to fill in and help out – a full weekend in Florida on the department’s dime.

It was weird, traveling with my boss.  I found out we were sharing a hotel room, which sent a shudder of anxiety through me, but I soon got caught up in the craziness of helping to run the conference.  The first night we had dinner with some other researchers, and afterward everyone headed to the hotel bar for drinks, but I was too exhausted.  I went back to our room and crashed the fuck out.

I woke up to the sound of Gabriel knocking over a lamp.  It was obvious that he’d had a few drinks.

“Shit. Sorry,” he said, picking up the lamp and switching it on.  He sat on his bed, facing me, and started taking off his shoes.

“Were you sleeping?” he slurred in his Spanish accent.

“Uh…yeah, I guess.”

“Oh.  You weren’t waiting up for me?” He smirked at me as he unbuttoned his shirt.  His chest was beautiful, muscled and hairy in the right places.

“No,” I said, chuckling.

“That’s too bad.”

“Why?”

He just shrugged, removing his socks.  His hands moved to his belt.  He undid his pants, still with that smirk on his face, revealing bright white underwear that contrasted with his tan skin.  From the size of his bulge it was obvious he had something special packed in there, but I acted nonchalant.

He threw his pants to the floor and leaned back on his elbows, looking into my eyes.

“Mack,” he said slowly, like he was playing with my name.

“What?”

“Can I ask you a question?  When you…make love – what do you like to do?”

“What?”  I sat up a little.

“When you have sex, with a man, what do you like to do?”

I shrugged.  “Whatever, I guess.”

“No, I’m asking you what you like.  Me, when I have sex with a girl, I like to eat her pussy.  My wife, she does not like that so much.  She does not like much at all, in fact.  But I love eating pussy.”  He ran his hands along his body as he spoke.  Was his crotch swelling a little?  I couldn’t believe the way he was talking.  Even though we were pretty friendly, I’d never heard him speak so crudely before.  “So what do you like to do?”

“Well…”  I brought my knees up to conceal my growing erection, “I like to – you know – give head, stuff like that.  And if it goes further than that, I’m usually the one on top.”

“Usually the one on top.  Meaning you prefer to – fuck – the other guy.”  I nodded.  “But you’ve also been fucked before?”

“Yeah,” I said.  It was almost like we were at work, discussing a task I was preparing to carry out.

“And you enjoy that.”

“In the right circumstance, definitely.”

“Interesting,” he said, and rolled his head back, looking up at the ceiling.  “I would eat pussy all day, if I could.  Any pussy, it wouldn’t matter.”  He looked at me.  His fingers brushed the growing bulge in his briefs.

“Girls tell me that I have a very nice dick.”

“Do they,” I said, my voice catching.  Gabriel nodded, smiling, and spread his thighs.  His dick pulsed, a thick tube that had raised up the elastic band around his thigh.  He cupped it in his hand.

“I don’t know how big it is…”  He rubbed it.  “Do you want to see?”  I hesitated.  His cock jerked again, hardening up.  “Do you?”

I nodded.

Gabriel slowly pulled down the waistband of his briefs, revealing his flat abdomen and a dark bush of hair.  Then his cock – uncut, and thick as a tube of toothpaste – lunged out.  I nearly gasped at the site of it.  It was a fucking monster, bigger and more beautiful than I’d imagined.  It just kind of hung there, swaying with the pulse of his blood, slowly rising upward.  He tucked the waistband under his balls.

I gulped, audibly.

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Okay.”

“But I could definitely use some help with this.”  I pulled back my sheets and sat up.  My own boner was poking up like a spear from the fly of my boxers.  I took a deep breath, then got on the floor in between his thighs.  He was my boss, after all.

He had a strong musky and masculine odor to him, the scent of it mixing with the fresh alcohol smell on his breath.  I let my mouth hover over his cock, feeling the heat radiating off of it.

“Uncut,” he said.  “You like that?”

“Yeah,” I said.  He smiled down at me.  He seemed grateful for what I was about to do for him, not smug or cocky (though he had plenty to be cocky about).

I took the head in my mouth.  It was succulent, juicy – the foreskin like soft taffy over the hard apple of his glans.  I sucked the skin up over the head, passing my tongue underneath, tasting his slick precome.  Gabriel released his breath.  I opened up and fed myself his shaft, slowly going down his cock like I was sliding into a hot bath.  I think we both moaned.

His cock tasted fantastic, salty and sweet and clean.  Holding on to his hairy, meaty balls, I closed my lips tight against his shaft, opening my throat and being careful to hide my teeth behind my lips as I worked his dick.  This is my boss, I kept thinking.  I could tell from his breathing and the way he ran his hands through my hair that I was doing a good job, and in a funny way, I felt proud.

He guided my head up and down as I bobbed his knob.  I swallowed the precome that his balls produced in abundance.  I had a good rhythm going, and I reached down and started stroking my own dick.

“There you go man, get into it,” Gabriel said.  I was into it, sucking him steadily, swallowing his cock almost all the way to the balls before sliding back up.  It was intense – manual labor of the best kind.

I went down on his balls, licking up under them, gathering his whole sack into my mouth and rolling his loose, egg-like orbs over my tongue.  His tower of flesh rested like a hot water pipe against my face.  When I caught my breath, I ran my lips and tongue along the underside of his shaft, all the way up, and toyed some more with the tip of it.

“You really like my foreskin, huh?”  I nodded.  “Stand up.”  We stood before each other.  I was about as tall as him, and for a moment he didn’t seem like my boss anymore.  We were just two horny, naked men in a hotel room.  His big cock lolled out in front of him like the tongue of a lazy dog.

“Bring your dick here,” he said.  “Did you ever do this before?”  He took my cock in his hand and stretched his foreskin around it.  The heat of it, his hard cock head mashing against mine, made my head swim.  He held our shafts in his hand as he steadily stroked our cocks, passing his foreskin back and forth over our cock heads.  “Feels good, huh?  Now you know what you’re missing.”

We were gazing at each other, and then he just leaned into me.  His lips touched mine, they were soft and yielding; and then his tongue passed between my lips and we were making out.  His strokes got more urgent as we kissed, the lust coursing through our joined mouths and dicks like we were plugged into each other, a closed circuit.

He let go of our cocks and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me close.  His hairy chest pressed into my smooth one.  We humped our hard dicks against each other.  He ran his hand down to my ass, tracing the smooth valley between my cheeks with his thick fingers.  The tip of one made contact with my pulsing hole, and I moaned into his mouth, pushing back into it, letting him know it was good.  His finger pressed harder, and then it just seemed to disappear into my ass.  He pumped it in and out.  I was kind of surprised by how relaxed I was, how much I wanted him inside of me.  We broke apart.

“I have condoms in my bag,” he said.

“I have lube.”

“Why do you have lube, huh?” he chided.

“Same reason you have condoms.”

I kneeled on the bed, spreading my ass out for him as he rolled the condom on his big dick.  I know I’ve got a pretty sweet ass, but I was surprised when he got down and buried his face in it.  His tongue was long and piercing, and he was pushing it into me forcefully.  I gasped for breath, grabbing the covers in my fists, struggling to get control but there was just no point.  His lips and tongue were insistent, eating out my asshole with gusto.

When he stood up and started sliding that pipe along my crack, his cock felt harder than ever.  He teased my hole with the blunt head of it – jabbing it against my wet, tight entrance.  It was an exquisite kind of pressure; my ass was hungry to get filled.  Finally he bore down, and my tight anal ring gave way.  He stopped for a minute so I could adjust to it, the sheer mass of the thing.  I don’t think I’d ever encountered a bigger cock.  Its power was undeniable.

He pushed more of himself into me and this time it went easy.  Suddenly he was balls deep – I could feel his pubic bush against the sensitive spread of my hairless ass cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he said breathlessly.  I closed my eyes and imagined we were in his office, the door shut, meetings and conferences going on outside while he fucked me mercilessly over his desk.  After this trip, I figured, it might not be such a fantasy.

Gabriel fucked my ass with a smooth intensity, his hips doing all the work as he rammed his cock in and out of my tight butt.  My cock was half-hard but still ready to blow at any time; all of my pleasure was focused on my ass, on the feeling of him inside of me.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling out and flopping back onto the bed.  “You said you like to be on top.  Ride my dick, I like it this way.”  I straddled his body, guiding his prick back inside of me.  Clutching the sides of his chest, I rode his cock like a kid rides a hobby horse, up and down, working him in and out of my butt.  I loved the way he was giving me control like this, loved the look of ecstasy that passed over his dark eyes.  I leaned close to his face and we kissed.

My load was building.  Gabriel took hold of my cock and stroked me as I rode him, his hips thrusting up into me, working with my ass.  His thighs were pulled up and I rested my ass against them, wrapping my arms around his neck as his thrusts got more urgent.  We were close, totally connected, his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my ass, our bodies pressed tight and sweaty.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered in his ear.

“Cum for me baby.  Oh, fuck.  Me too.”

“Cum inside of me.”

“No, I want to cum all over you.  Shoot my fucking load all over your ass.”

Those words set me off.  My nuts contracted and sent a bolt of hot white jizz out of my cock.  More jets flew out in quick succession, with each thrust of his hips, as if he was pounding the come right out of me.  It coated our chests, rubbing between us, getting spread out in the heat and friction.  I clenched my ass uncontrollably, squeezing and bearing down on his hard dick.  His moans got louder.

“Oh fuck, AH!” he cried, and quickly pulled his dick out of my ass.  He yanked off the condom and the first volley of his come seemed to directly follow that, hitting my skin as forcefully and copiously as water from a fire hose.  It splattered all up to my neck.  “Fuck, fuck,” he said, his breath hot in my ear, his jizz continuing to splurt, streaming down my back like a river, funneling in the crack of my ass, coating my gaping hole.

He slapped his big dong against my firm cheeks as the last of his load oozed out.  His lips met mind again and we made out as we came down.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and squeezed me tight.  I felt safe with him, this authority figure who had expressed his appreciation for me in the most intimate way possible.  We lay like that for a while, and at some point he drifted off.

I was still awake, hovering just on the edge of consciousness.  I didn’t know what the future held for my job, for our working relationship.  Maybe sex, servicing him, would be an extension of my duties now.  I was his assistant, after all.  Who was I to complain?

Dad called me in to his room just as I was getting in the shower.  The tone of his voice sounded serious – so I wrapped a towel around my waist and cautiously opened his bedroom door.

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else.  My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous.  He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

“Son, I found this under your bed.”

“What the heck were you doing in there?”

“Never mind that.  I think it’s high time we talked about this.”

“About what?”  I was confused, cause my dad’s a pretty sexual guy, and I never felt like jerking off was a big deal.

“From the looks of this rag you’ve been stroking the lizard way too much.”  He tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes.  “Would you shut the door?”  He put his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s not healthy for a guy to spend so much time by himself.  I know it’s hard at your age.  Girls don’t know what they want, and guys only want one thing.  It can be frustrating.”

“To say the least,” I said.

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Um…yeah.”

“It’s okay.  I figured as much. And I want to help you, any way that I can.”  He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close; my face rested against his beefy, hairy chest.  He smelled like fresh soap and cologne.

“Geez, dad.  I feel like I’ll never get laid.  And if I ever do get the chance, I’m scared I might not know – like – what to do.”

“Son, every young guy has been in your position, but don’t let it get you down.  You’re a real handsome guy, and you’ll be pulling more pussy than you can handle in no time.”  His words were reassuring.  It was just like my dad to show such concern for me.  He was always a hands-on kind of father.

Looking me in the eyes, real “man-to-man”-like, he continued.

“If you’re really anxious about fucking, there might be a way I could help you out.  Are you interested?”

“Sure!”

“You could get the experience you need, and we could both have a bit of fun in the process.”

“How?”

“You can practice.  With me.”

“With you?”

“Hey, I may be your old man, but I still got spunk in me that would put a sixteen-year-old to shame.”  It was true – my dad’s a totally sexy guy.  Girls were always checking him out on the street.

“I can’t believe you’d be willing to do that for me.”

“Just think of it as a warm-up before the big game,” Dad said as he slipped off his workout pants.  “Everyone needs a dry run now and again.  It takes the edge off.”  I gazed at his hairy thighs and white briefs-clad bulge.

“Well…what do I do?”

“Get naked, for starters.”  I cautiously undid my towel and let it fall to the floor.  In no time my half-hard cock became a full-on boner.

“Phew,” Dad whistled, gazing down at my dick.  “You may look like your momma, but I could spot the Morelli genes in that dick from a mile away.”

“Thanks Pop,” I said, blushing.

“Now come closer, son.”  He put his knuckle under my chin.  “Don’t be shy.”  He lifted my face to his.  “You got plenty to be proud of, with that tight little body of yours and that thick man’s cock.  Go ahead and swagger a little bit when you’re showin off, okay?  Keep your confidence.”

“Okay,” I said.  I could feel the heat from his body as his hairy belly pressed into my smooth one.

“Now, kissing comes first and always.  I’m sure you’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s as far as I ever get.”  Dad laughed.

“Well, kissing’s a lot more fun when you’re working up to sex.  Don’t make it too sloppy, but don’t be afraid to get into it, either.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.  So show me how you kiss.”  I took a deep breath, and pressed my lips to Dad’s.  I’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this was different.  His almost-bare body pressed to mine in a decidedly un-fatherly way.  His cock was chubbed up and rising, while my rock-hard boner was leaking against his thigh.  When dad opened his lips, I took it as a cue to slip my tongue inside.  Dad responded by wriggling his tongue up against mine.  Our heads twisted from side to side as we sucked face.  I was making out with my dad, just like I’d made out with my girlfriends, but this was ten times better.

“Wow,” Dad said, coming off of our kiss.  “You’re a hell of a good kisser.  You don’t got anything to worry about in that department.”

“Thanks, Pop.”  He put his hand on my hip.

“Now, when a girl goes down on you…well, that’s about the best feeling in the world.  But it’s important to stay focused, otherwise you’ll lose your nut before you should.”

Dad went down on his knees.  He held up my cock.

“I want you to close your eyes.  Concentrate on the way your dick feels, and don’t look down until you’ve got yourself under control.”

I did as I was told, shutting my eyes and raising my face to the ceiling.  One minute I was hearing my dad’s breath, and the next I felt the most incredible warm, sliding sensation engulf my entire dick.  My knees went weak and I had to grab Dad’s shoulder for support.  I thought I’d cum then and there, as my cock was worked over by that hot and heavenly suction.  But I kept my eyes closed and remembered to breathe.  I could feel Dad’s mouth sliding up and down my shaft, his rough tongue slathering the underside with thick and lolling swipes.

Finally, I opened my eyes.  Dad was bobbing on my dick, sucking it with ease.  He went down all the way, letting it poke in his throat before sliding back up again.  He ran his hands up my body, looking me in the eyes as he chugged my dick.  It was truly an effort for me to hold on to my load (and though I didn’t know it at the time, I was getting better head from my dad than I’d ever get from my inexperienced girlfriends).

He popped my cock out of his mouth.  “Feel good for you, son?”  I nodded, unable to speak.  “Tell me what feels good.  Girls need to know when they’re doing it right, they need encouragement.”

“Oh, Dad, it feels incredible.  Your…your tongue feels like it’s coaxing the come right out of me.  I can’t…I don’t think I can…”  Dad intuitively sensed that I was on the verge, and came off just in time.

“Fucking great job, boy,” he said, standing up and slapping me on the back.  “You held up well, especially for your first time.  That’s a sweet cock you got, too.  Lots of juicy pre-come.  Any girl would be lucky to suck on that.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You ready for the next step?”  I nodded.  Dad slid off his underwear.  His fully hard pecker bounced out from a nest of black, bushy pubes.  The tip was wet with pre-jizz.  It was clear he was as turned on as me, and I thought that was pretty cool.

“Son, one of the most important things about having sex is the ability to please your partner.  Guys your age are just dying to get a nut.  They’ll fuck a girl without ever caring whether she’s getting off.  It’s no wonder they have a hard time scoring pussy.  You’ve got to give as well as you receive.”

Dad lay on the bed, on his stomach, his feet on the floor.  He spread his legs, opening the cheeks of his big, muscular ass and raising it into the air.

“Now son, eating pussy is an art, and I don’t expect you to really get the hang of it until you’ve had some practice with the real thing.  You’ve got to start somewhere, though, and I want you to treat my ass like it was a pussy.  Get down here, and give it the care and attention that a hot pussy deserves.”

My dad’s broad shoulders tapered down to his tight, curved back.  His firm ass, covered with a light dusting of black hair, flared out before me.  I’d seen this butt in his jeans, looking quite fine, any number of times.  But this was another matter entirely.

“Take my cheeks in your hands and pull them apart.  My asshole’s nice and clean, so don’t worry about that.  Just explore it.  Touch it a little first.”  I gently pulled apart his soft cheeks to reveal his pink butt hole.  Slowly, I ran my fingertip down his deep crack.  When I touched his hot, sticky asshole, Dad twitched and moaned.

“Now, don’t be afraid to get your face in there.  Take a nice, deep whiff.”  He smelled musky and manly.  Tentatively, I reached out my tongue, and touched it to his hole.  Dad’s whole body jerked.  “That’s really nice, son, but it might be better if you worked up to it first.  Really make love to my ass.  Turn that pussy into jelly.”

I started by nibbling on Dad’s pert butt cheeks.  Then I licked down his crack, drinking in his musky sweetness, being careful to rim right around his hole, my tongue flirting with the slick skin there but never fully delving in.  Dad was getting worked up, grinding his pelvis into the bed.

“Go for it,” he said breathlessly.  “Get your tongue in there.  Eat that pussy like you own it.”  I buried my face in Dad’s ass, working my tongue into his hot hole, feeling his sphincter clamp around it.  I feasted on that ass, getting it moist and slobbery.

“That’s it, boy.  Don’t be afraid to get messy, it’s a messy job.  Man, you are working wonders back there.  You sure you never done this before?”  It was a nice compliment.  I licked and sucked until Dad’s asshole went totally slack, and then I could really slide my tongue inside.  I was just hitting my stride when Dad told me to stop.

“From your enthusiasm I can tell you take to eating pussy just like your old man.  In fact, it’s my favorite thing to do next to fucking.”  He stood up.  His cock was red and pulsing, slick with the pre-come he’d leaked on the bedspread.

“Now, if eating pussy takes a certain finesse, fucking it requires an even gentler touch and a careful approach.  You got me pretty lubed up back there, but…”  He grabbed a tube of lube from his dresser drawer.  “…but spit don’t always cut it, and sometimes, neither does a girl’s natural juices.  That’s why lube is important.”  He handed it to me, and lay back down on his stomach.

“Get your dick nice and greased up, and be sure to put some on my asshole, too.  Be careful, cause it can be a shock when it’s chilly.”  I slathered it on my cock, then rubbed it into Dad’s quivering asshole.  “That’s the way.  Now, if there’s nothing else you take away from this today, remember one thing:  when breaking open a pussy, you’ve got to take it slow.  Girls, especially those your age, can be tight.  And with a piece like the one you’re swingin, you better take it easy or you’re liable to split that pussy in two.  Line your dickhead up with my hole, and when you feel me start to relax, go ahead and push in — but slowly, just until I let you inside.”

I did as Dad said, letting his asshole kiss the tip of my dick. When he relaxed I bore down gently.  The more pressure I applied, the more I felt his hole give way.  Then, suddenly, the head of my dick sank inside.

“Fuck!” Dad gasped.  “Now hold up and let me catch my breath.”  But my dick had a mind of its own and just kept going.  “Shit!  Fuck!  Go slow, son!”  I managed to calm myself and hold still.  Dad was panting underneath me.  I closed my eyes like I had during the blowjob, and tried to collect myself.  If I wanted to show off for Dad, I was going to have to last more than ten seconds in that tight ass.

Slowly, Dad’s butt raised up and swallowed more of my dick, then more and more, faster and faster until his soft ass cheeks pressed against my pelvis, and my dick was as deep as it could go.

“There we go, you’re all the way in.  Let’s take a moment to get our bearings.  You got a little eager there, but I can’t fully blame you.  A tight pussy like mine would be hard to resist for a virgin like you.  Just find that space in your head where you’re in control of your dick.  Then try working it a little.”

I won’t lie, it took me a while; but eventually I felt like I could move my dick without spontaneously spurting.  I raised my hips ever so slightly, and dad’s asshole squeezed my dick in its tight, velvety grip.  I sank it back inside, pressing my balls against his ass.  Dad moaned.  I waited till I could do it again, then again, and then I was fucking him – slowly, but surely.

“Ahhh, that’s it.  Nice and slow.  No need to hurry, let’s make it last.  Slow and deep, that’s the way.  Ah, fuck, you’re hittin my spot.”  I watched my fat dick disappearing into Dad’s big butt.

“Now when you’re making it with a girl, it’s best to fuck gentle.  But with me, go ahead and fuck as hard as you want.  Yeah, that’s it.  Fuck me hard, boy, make me feel that cock up my ass.”  He moved with me, working his ass back to meet my thrusts.  I grabbed his beefy butt cheek in my hand, and went with the urge to slap it.  Dad moaned in appreciation.  It was all too much.  I was reaching the edge, and I had to stop or I’d go over.  I pulled out slowly.

“Nice control, son.  I’m really impressed.”  He turned on to his back.  “Once you feel ready, try fucking me this way.  It’s good to change positions, it mixes things up and gives you a chance to re-charge.”  I held Dad’s legs in the air as I re-entered him.  His ass took me easily this time; I slid right in.

“Now, I know this feels pretty fucking good.  It feels good for me, too.  But don’t just focus on your dick inside me.  Really make love to me, make me feel good all over.  Feel my tits, pinch my nipples a little.  That’s the way.”  Dad’s chest was powerful and strong.  I loved the feel of his hairy pecs and tight stomach.  I took his thick prick into my hand and started stroking him.

“Aw yeah, son, you’ve got it down.  It’s always good to give your partner the same kind of pleasure you’re getting.” I laid on top of him, working his tool with my greasy fist.  His lips found mine and we made out again.

“This is about as intimate as you can get with another person,” dad said.  “I’m gonna cum soon, you think you can cum with me?  Yeah, keep stroking my cock. Fucking go to town on that pussy, don’t be afraid.  Give daddy what he needs.”

Our mouths locked together, and our tongues jousted as I began to lose control.  My whole body shuddered, I thrust in and shot my first blast of nut, deep inside his ass.  Dad’s hole clamped tight around my dick, milking the come from my balls.  He groaned, hunching his dick into my fist.  With a great grunt he let his sperm fly free, his assspasming around my dick as he shot his load.  It coated our stomachs like hot soup, and I mashed my lips to his, crushing our bodies together, colliding in the lust of our shared orgasms.

“That was wonderful,” Dad said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.  “You did a better job than I ever could have expected.”

“Thanks, Dad.  Are you sure it’s okay that I came in your ass?”

“Well, if there’s one big difference between my butt and a pussy, it’s that I can’t get pregnant.  By God, if you ever knock up a girl, your ass will be grass.  But as long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about that stuff.”

“You mean we could…practice…again sometime?”

“I don’t see the harm, especially when we both got some nice loads out of it.  You know what they say; practice makes perfect.”

My first real job (after delivering papers) was at a fast food restaurant out on the highway.  Of the three managers who worked there I was fond of two – the lady who’d hired me and the lady who’d trained me.

And then there was Bob, who was easily my least favorite manager.  He was crude and liked to razz the crew around – me especially.

“How’s school, Cort?” he once asked my friend and co-worker.  “You gettin all the girls?”  Then he turned to me.  “What about you, Stevie?  You gettin all the boys?”  He thought this stuff was hilarious, but it just pissed me off.

Even worse was that he was a totally hot and masculine guy.  He was in his thirties, with dark, buzzed hair and rough stubble on his face.  He had a big, nicely-built body, and I had a hard time averting my eyes from the firm ass in his work trousers.

One time he caught me checking him out – I’d been helping him load up the cooler, watching the muscles in his hairy arms as he lifted boxes; his pants stretching across his plump butt mounds as he set them on the shelf.  I must have been staring too long because when I looked up, Bob was smirking at me.

“Like what you see, Stevie?” he said.  I just glared at him.  My sexuality was a source of endless torment for me at this time, and I hated being called out on it.

Then one night, Bob and I were scheduled to close together.  Cort had just left his early shift when a bus full of football tailgaters pulled up.  It was insane.  Bob and I were sliding around on the greasy floor, rushing to get everybody served.  By the time we locked up, I was exhausted.

I was emptying the old fryer grease into the dumpster out back when I heard Bob yell.  I came in to find him on the floor, grabbing his thigh, his face screwed up in pain.

“Fuck…fucking leg cramp…I get them really bad in my thigh.”  I helped him up and we hobbled to the manager’s office.  He sat down and took off his pants.  “I gotta work it out, there’s no other way…Ah!  Holy shit.”
He wore a pair of white briefs.  I tried not to stare at his meaty thighs and sexy leg hair, which ran all the way up to the juicy-looking bulge in his undies.

Bob was using both hands to massage the muscle underneath his thigh, but he was still having a rough go of it.

“Shit, Stevie, would you do me a favor?  Clear some of this stuff from the desk, I need you to work this knot out for me.”

“I guess I can try.”

“Whatever, it’ll be better than what I’m doing.”

For some reason, he took off his shirt.  Then, rearranging the stuff on top the desk, he laid face down upon it.  I gazed for a moment at his broad back and the muscled mounds of his butt under the combed cotton of his briefs.

I felt the knot almost immediately – it was incredibly tough.  My fingers were close to that delicate area where thigh meets ass, as I worked them against his smooth flesh.  I couldn’t believe I was getting this intimate with my hot manager.

“Ahh…fuck…you’re doing a good job.  Get that lotion from the desk drawer, it’ll help.”

After a while, I could feel him start to relax.  His breathing changed.  I let my fingers start to flirt with the area where the seam of his underwear met his leg.

There was definitely a sexual charge to the air, but I couldn’t tell if it was just me.

“Hold on a second,” Bob said, and he slid his briefs down over his ass.  His gorgeously hairy mounds bounced into view.  “Can you take them down the rest of the way?  Yeah, that’ll make it easier.”

How that made it easier I couldn’t say, but it certainly facilitated my ability to ogle his beautiful ass.

I kept massaging, slowly working my courage and my fingers upward.  Bob sighed and spread his legs a little.  I took a deep breath and started working my greasy fingers against his ass muscles.

Gently I spread his big butt until his pink, sweaty hole came into view.  Bob sighed again.  I was rock hard in my pants.  I massaged up toward it, working my fingers against the firm space underneath his balls.  When my fingertip made contact with Bob’s hot asshole, he let out a full-on moan.  His butthole was steaming hot and pulsing against my finger.  Bob ground his crotch into the desk as I worked my finger against his hole, not daring to press it inside but teasing it nonetheless.

He turned over.  His cock, which I’d never imagined would be so big and thick, lay like a pipe against his stomach.  He grinned at me, holding it up.

“You want to sit on it?”  I nodded, but could still only stare.  “Go ahead and touch it, man.”  I took it in my hands and stoked him.  The feel of his tool almost made me lose it – it was so hard and hot.  I’d never felt another dick before, and this was like the hugest donkey dick of my dreams.  Bob’s eyes rolled back in his head as I worked it up and down.

He reached forward and unbuckled my pants.  They fell to the floor, my hard dick jutting from the fly of my boxers.  He took it in his hand.

“Yeah buddy,” he said, stroking its diamond-hard length.  “Turn your ass toward me.”  He got a finger wet in his mouth, spread my cheeks open, and touched his wet finger to my hole.  He pressed firmly until the tip sank inside.  I’d had some stuff up my butt before, and Bob’s finger slid in easily.  “That’s so tight.  Are you sure you’re going to be able to take it?”

I wasn’t sure, but I was eager to try.  I got up on the desk, straddled his body, and put some lotion on my asshole.  Resting my anus against his cock, I sat down on him; slowly at first, then gaining more confidence until his whole dick was in my ass and I was sitting in his lap.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” Bob kept saying.  I braced myself by holding on to his beefy torso, and started to ride him.  I couldn’t believe how good it felt; I’d always figured that it would hurt a great deal the first time.  But Bob’s dick fit in my ass perfectly.

He started thrusting into me, and I pushed back, relishing the feel of his dick driving in and out of me like a piston.  Reaching up, he pulled my head down to his and started kissing me.  All the pent-up anger I’d had for him seemed like it was being released.  My manager and I were fucking like lovers!  It was just too crazy.

“Ah! Ah!” he hissed suddenly, and pushed me off of him.  His cock came out with a pop.  “My leg, it’s cramping up again.”  He massaged it some more and that seemed to help. “We need to do this standing up.  We can do it outside by the boxes.  You ever done it outside before?”

“I’ve never done it at all before.”

“You serious?  I got your cherry?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.  I can’t believe it.”  There was a tinge of sarcasm to his voice, as if he couldn’t believe a fag like me hadn’t been fucked before.  But then he slapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him.  “You’re one hot fuck,” he said.  “We’re gonna have a lot more fun at this job from now on.  C’mon.”  He led me, naked, out of the office.

The night was quiet.  We went to an area around the corner from the dumpster, where the disassembled boxes were stacked.  It was protected by a fence so nobody could see us. Bob had me brace myself on the stack, and slid into me from behind.  It felt even better this time.  He fucked me gently, but with force.  He kept his big arm wrapped around my chest, feeling up and down my smooth torso.  With both arms he held me close to his body, rubbing that wonderfully hairy chest against my back as he drove his cock in and out of my hungry ass.  He kissed and licked the back of my neck.

Through a hole in the fence I could see the highway.  Cars would occasionally stream past, making lonely sounds in the warm night air.  Bob took my hard dick in his big paw and started stroking me in earnest.

“You gonna cum for me?”  He put his tongue in my ear.  “Fuck…can’t hold off.  I’m gonna cum in your ass, is that okay baby?  Gonna cum in your sweet ass.”  He kept stroking me as he plowed into my ass, hard, sending jets of hot juice deep inside my butt.  He bit the back of my neck, his moans going out into the dark night.  Then slowly, he came down.

He turned me around and, dropping to his knees, took my cock into his mouth.  I was on the edge in no time at all.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told Bob, but he just kept sucking.  “Oh…fuck…AH!” I screamed, and I filled his mouth with come.  Bob slid his lips up and down my tool, getting off every drop of juice.  When I was done he stood up and kissed me, sliding his come-covered tongue into my mouth.  I kissed him back, sharing my load with him.

“Fuck, Stevie,” he said once we’d gone back inside.  “Why didn’t you just tell me you liked dick?”  Try as I might, I really could not think of an answer to that one, so I just smiled and continued to put away the condiments.  I felt good, better than I could ever remember.  Not only was Bob’s hot body mine from now on, but I knew he’d never bother me again.  I had ammo on him.  I had a leg up.

My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up.  From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit.  He’d lived all over the country, never holding down a job for more than a few months at a time.  Every so often he would show up on our doorstep looking for a place to stay.  Mom hated when he did that, but I was always excited.  I thought Uncle Barry was the coolest.

We hadn’t heard from him for a while before he knocked on our door that summer afternoon, two large bags of stuff at his side.  Before he could ask to stay, though, my mom gleefully informed him that we were leaving for the beach the next day.  He looked really bummed, but then my dad shocked us all by inviting him to come along.  I’d never seen Mom so angry!  Of course, I was thrilled beyond words.

The truth was, I’d become quite the horny little fucker in the time since I’d last seen Uncle Barry, and only now did I appreciate what a good-looking guy he was.  All that week I stared at his half-naked body on the beach, taking in his broad shoulders, his smooth oiled skin that made an ‘S’ curve down his back, and the mounds of his plump, firm ass.  His front side was even nicer—a broad, hairy chest; the sides of his firm stomach which disappeared into his nylon swim trunks.

By the end of the week Barry was tanned to a golden brown, and I was so horny from looking at him that I though I might go crazy.  When my parents went down to the water with my little sisters, I stayed behind to watch him sun bathe out of the corner of my eye.  I fixated on the bouncy mound of his cock, which seemed to move with the changes in temperature.  When a cool breeze passed, it scrunched up.  Then the sun beamed down, and it fattened and lengthened.  At one point his dick fattened so visibly that I thought it might poke out the leg of his trunks.

Barry stirred and sat up, almost like he was awakening from a dream.  He looked over and seemed to catch me staring.  His handsome, bearded face broke into a wide grin.

“Man, the heat of this sun is enough to make a man’s dick go hard.  Dontcha think?”  His eyes beamed at me from behind his sunglasses.  I tried to laugh but it caught in my throat.  “Matter of fact, I might have to hose myself down with some cold water if I don’t quit daydreamin here.”

“I know.”

“Sure you do,” Uncle Barry said, grabbing the lotion and rubbing some of it into his skin.  “I remember how horny I was at your age.  I tell you, all this sun and skin does things to a guy.  And I haven’t gotten any all week.”  He looked to me and I nodded like I agreed.  A week?  Besides my hand, I’d never gotten any in my whole life.  “I haven’t even had an opportunity to whack off, you know?”

“I know,” I said again, this time fully in agreement.  He was treating me like his buddy, which made me feel pretty cool.  “It’s hard to when everybody’s coming in and out of the bathroom all the time,” I added, hardly believing I was talking about this with him.

“No shit.  Those girls spend so much time in the bathroom you’d think they live there,” he said with a laugh.

“Nobody there right now, though,” I said absently, thinking of the empty cottage a few blocks away.  Uncle Barry turned and gave me a mischievous grin. He reached into his shoe.

“And I’ve got the key,” he said, dangling it in front of him.  “What you say, eh?  You and I go and help ourselves to some, uh, private time?”

***

He told my parents we were going to have some lunch and that we’d bring them back something.  We walked back to the cottage together, like partners in crime.  My stomach was doing flips the whole way.

“I figure we got half an hour, and hour, tops.  Plenty of time,” he said, nudging my shoulder.  We reached the cottage and wiped the sand off our feet, then entered in to the air-conditioned darkness of the kitchen/living room area.

“Man, I am so fuckin horny,” Uncle Barry said, setting the key down.  His eyes scanned the counter.  “I could fuck that watermelon.  Maybe I will.”  We laughed about that.  He pulled down his trunks right there in the kitchen.  His cock (which I’d been imagining all week) flopped out, thick as a soda can and nested in a thatch of black hair.  It looked incredible.  I slid out of my trunks, setting free my fully hard six-inch pecker.  Uncle Barry saw my boner and whistled.

“Nice one.”

“Yours is really nice too,” I said.  He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled on it.

“Yeah,” he said, like he knew it but appreciated the compliment just the same.  I watched intently as he stroked his dick.  Slowly it fattened up, until it was almost nine inches big.  “I’m gonna shoot a load like you wouldn’t believe.”

We stood maybe a foot away from each other in the kitchen, stroking our cocks.  I checked him out in the low light filtering through the blinds, keeping a light grip on my dick.  I’d been ready to cum practically from the first time I touched myself.  Suddenly, Uncle Barry reached over and pushed my hand aside, taking hold of my dick.

“You really do got a nice one for a kid your age.”  My legs went weak and I fell back a little.  Barry grabbed my shoulder and held me steady as his paw worked my boy dick.  It felt so good I couldn’t believe it.  I had to concentrate so I wouldn’t cum.  Eventually he took his hand off my shoulder and reached down to cup my nuts.

“Nice balls,” he said, hefting them in his hand.  I watched his dick, so fat it couldn’t stand up the whole way and just kind of hung, pendulous over his hairy bull balls.

“I can’t believe how big your nuts are.”

“Yep.  They’re so full of cum they’re like water balloons.”  He stood up straight, letting go of my dick but keeping hold of my balls, his fingers massaging the space underneath them.  “Feel em.”

I took hold of his heavy, hot nuts.  A bolt of excitement went through me, even more intense than when I’d first touched myself.  My Uncle Barry was letting me touch his balls!  It was something I’d only fantasized about, and here I was doing it.

Cautiously I reached my other hand over and touched his dick.  It felt like a hot steel pipe against my fingers.  I lifted it, feeling its weight, which was so unlike my own.  Uncle Barry’s cock responded, pulsing against my fingers.  I took it in my hand and stroked him, sliding my palm along his sweaty shaft while I held onto his hairy balls.

“Oh yeah, this is nice.  Finally, huh?”  I smiled back at my uncle.  He went back to stroking my dick while I did his.  I didn’t know what felt better—my dick in his hand, or his dick in mine.

I let go of his balls and felt his smooth stomach.  Slowly, I slid my hand up to feel his thick, hairy chest and nipples.  Uncle Barry didn’t seem to mind that I was getting off on his body.  I was so lost in the moment I nearly jumped when he spoke to me.

“A blowjob would be nice right now, you know?”  He looked me in the eye.  “You ever had a blowjob?” he said, sensing my inexperience.  I shook my head.  “Oh, buddy.  Best feeling in the world.  A hot mouth, wrapping around your dick, lips and tongue sliding up and down…” He shook his head back and forth.

“Whaddya say I make you a deal,” he said in a low voice.  “But this is just between you and me, understand?”  I nodded, yes.  He got down on his knees and looked up at me.  “Just so you can know how it feels.”  I gasped as he engulphed my cock in his mouth.  In one heavenly instant, I felt his hot mouth go down on my cock, his tight lips and tongue working against my shaft all warm and slippery as he bobbed up and down.  I was totally overwhelmed.

Barry was stroking his cock as he sucked on mine.  He seemed to really want to give me a good idea of what a blowjob was like.  After sucking on it a couple more times I was almost ready to cum.  He slid my dick out of his mouth with a pop and stood up.  Noticing the look on my face, he laughed.

“Pretty damn nice, isn’t it?”  He held his big meat out to me.  “Want to give it a try?  It’s no big deal if you don’t.  Like I said, this is just between you and me.  I’m not gonna judge you.”  I knelt down and he put the head of his dick next to my lips.  A drop of pre cum glistened on the tip, and I reached out my tongue to taste it.  I really liked the taste of my own cream, and Uncle Barry’s did not disappoint.  It tasted sweet yet sexily salty.  Wanting more, I passed his helmet head between my lips and sucked on it.

“Aw, that’s the stuff.  There y’go.  Take as much as you can in your mouth.”  I followed his instructions, sliding his dick along my tongue and into the back of my throat, until almost half of it was in.  I couldn’t believe I had my uncle’s big dick in my mouth.  I never wanted to stop.

I tried to avoid scraping my teeth against his shaft while Uncle Barry moaned encouragement.  He ran his hands through my hair, always relaxed, never getting so carried away that I was uncomfortable.  He seemed nothing more than grateful for the sexual release he was getting after a week of being so bottled up. I don’t know if he realized how much I’d lusted after him, and what effect his dick was having on me.  I was stroking my own dick, working myself up to the point of shooting, then backing off.

“Oh buddy.  Oh, shit.  I can’t hold out much longer,” Barry said, holding even tighter on to my head.  “I’m gonna cum.  You wanna take it?”  I did.  I wanted to taste his load, to feel the essence of him shooting into me.  I kept a steady rhythm as it built up in him, his moans increasing with each bob of my head.

“Oh fuck.  Oh, SHIT!” he yelled out into the empty cottage.  His balls clenched up into his sack and shuddered, then his dick exploded, sending spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz into my mouth.  I frantically swallowed.  It was a load and a half, and it just seemed to keep coming, emptying out of his balls in heavy jets.  I took all I could but some of it ran out the sides of my mouth.

I reached my own orgasm and barely even realized it.  My load just seemed to spill out of my dick, like my nuts couldn’t contain it anymore.  It shot all over Uncle Barry’s feet and the linoleum floor.

When I had finally calmed down, I stood up.  Barry clapped me on the shoulder, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Now that was nice,” he said.  I laughed as I wiped my mouth.

As we walked back to the beach, Barry wrapped his arm around my shoulder.  I felt closer to him than I’d felt all week.

“That hit the spot, eh, buddy?”  I nodded.  “Yeah, I definitely owe you one for that.  Tell you what.  Maybe tonight we’ll take a walk down the beach.  Just you and me.  Find a quiet spot.  Or maybe we’ll wait till everyone’s asleep.  I’ll get you back, don’t worry.  One good blowjob deserves another.”

We didn’t realize until we got back to my family that we’d forgotten all about the lunch we were supposed to have brought.  My mom just shook her head at Uncle Barry.  My dad offered to get us all some pizza, but I told him not to worry about me.  I was totally satisfied.