College weightlifting bros ditch the protein shakes and bulk up on sperm.
The wife’s out of the town and the pizza guy is on his way.
Dad takes his boy into the barn to teach him some of the finer pleasures in life.
The problem with Dad is that he’s so good at hiding it. When Mom’s around, Dad never gives his son a nod or a wink or any indication of anything. Even when his boy prances around in his little blue shorts, Dad never lets on that he’s got a boner growing inside his pants.
“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.”
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
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.
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…
“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.”
A cocky frat boy gets more than he bargained for at the annual alumni retreat.