Let me start this story with a little background on what I mean by being surprised while eating out. A couple of years ago I was privated by a young 20 year old guy in a chat room that I had just entered. Now mind you I'm in my early 40's and just an average run of the mill looking guy. Well we chatted for around an hour and he told me that he was interested in meeting me sometime. I said well I'll be going out to the local WalMart tomorrow afternoon, if you want to meet how about meeting me there in the parking lot around 7 pm. He said sure and that he wanted to meet at a certain place on the parking lot. The place he wanted to meet was on the lower end of the lot where they have some trees planted and they provide some shade during the hot summer days. I said ok I'll be there. Well the next day comes and I am on the parking lot at the place he said we would meet. I got there maybe 5 minutes early, since I really didn't expect him to show up. But exactly on time here comes a red Mitsubishi, just like the one he said he would be in. He pulled in next to me, rolled down his window and said hi and asked if I was so and so. I was nearly in shock as he was everything he had said that he would be. 6' around 165 pounds brown hair with dark brown eyes a small goatee and a big smile on his face. I thought to myself damn he's HOT! I invited him over to my car so that we could talk and get to know one another and when he stepped out of his car, I was checking him out and sure enough he had a hardon pushing out the front of his jeans.

He got into the passenger side of my car and as soon as he set down he reached over and put his hand on my growing cock and said man you are hot! I said baby your the HOT one! He told me how much he liked older guys and that he was looking for someone to fool around with from time to time, but didn't want a commitment, and that was exactly what I was looking for. So I asked if he wanted to follow me home and he said sure, how far is it. This is when I figured he would bow out, because I live about 35 miles from where we was at out in the country.

He said no problem, just take your time and I'll follow you. We went to my home and as soon as we walked in I turned around and gave him a big deep kiss right on the kisser. He grabbed me and pulled me closer and we kissed the longest time. I reached down to feel his hard cock and felt the head of it sticking up out of the top of his pants and man was he leaking the precum. I lead him into my bedroom and proceeded to have some very hot man to man sex! We both got each other off twice before he left that night. He asked me what type of work that I done and I told him that I done maintenance work in a large manufacturing plant in the town where we had met.

I asked him what type of work that he done, he just smiled and said that his job took him all over the state. Before I forget to mention, this young stud was one of the most muscular guys that I have ever been with. Well to get back to the story he wanted my phone number, and I said I don't give out my home number but I'll give you my cell number. He took it and smiled and said he would like to come back from time to time if that's okay with me. I said sure! I figured that would be the last time that I seen him, but I was WRONG! He always calls and leaves a message for me to call him when I get off work. Well the number he leaves has never been the same, but he is always at that number when I call. We've seen each other around 7 or 8 times in the last 6 months or so, and each time it is fantastic. He sure knows how to please me and so far I've been able to get him off just as good.

Now to get back to the beginning of my story, from time to time I like leaving a little early for work and I stop by this little Chinese restaurant and have dinner before going into work, and on this particular day I walk in and the waitress sets me down across from two state policemen that are having dinner. Instantly I recognize the younger officer, he is with an older policeman, probably his partner that has taken him under his wing to teach him.

The older guy gets up and goes after another plate of food, and I am still in shock, because this is the hunk that comes to my home! He winks at me and just grins, but puts his finger up to his lips to let me know not to say anything. I go to the buffet and get myself some food and set there eating and thinking about this hot looking young officer of the law setting across the isle from me and knowing that I've had some of the hottest sex I've ever had with a man with him. They both get up and start to leave, he stays back to leave a tip and other man walks past me to pay for his food up front, as the younger guy walks past me, he looks down and taps me on the shoulder and says in a low voice, "I'll call you tonight."

I've got a raging hardon while sitting at the table and I can see that his cock is hard inside his uniform. I can't believe what is happening and what I have just found out about this young stud. Sure enough he calls and leaves me a message on my cell phone and says that he will be over that night. Little did he know that I had a hardon almost all night at work, thinking about him and now knowing that this hot handsome guy is a State Police man well, that's a lot of guys' fantasy to make out with a cop and here I had been doing it and didn't even know he was a cop.

He came over as planned and we had some of the hottest sex that we had ever had, he said that he had planned on telling me in the future, but could never get up the courage, because he figured that I would be scared off and wouldn't want to have any fun any more. Well he's still coming over from time to time and Yep I had to do the fantasy thing, I gave him a blowjob the last time he was over while he was still in his dress uniform. I don't think he ever had cum that much before.

I wouldn’t normally read The Guardian, in fact I had never bought a copy before so what possessed me to pick up a copy at the station news stand I really don’t know. It would help to pass the time on the long train journey. I scanned through its large broadsheet pages not seriously reading anything until I got three quarters of the way through the paper.

The picture made me stop and gasp. He hadn’t changed much at all in the twenty years since I had last seen him. Older, yes of course, but his facial features had not altered in any way. As a young man, he had a strong resemblance to Jude Law, you know, the actor who was in "The Talented Mr Ripley" and played opposite Stephen Fry as Bosie Douglas in Wilde, they could have been brothers. Ad there he was, staring out at me: Dr Richard Hume and according to the newspaper, he had just been appointed headmaster of one of the country’s top independent schools.

I closed my eyes and remembered the young rookie teacher who came to our grammar school in my last term of the sixth form. My, he had done well for himself. He never actually taught me but I knew him well and smiled as I recalled our celebrated encounter. I giggled out loud as I thought of how we had tried to set him up.

Every June our school allowed the local pony club use of the playing field to hold a gymkhana. It was quite an event, attracting horsey people from miles around. I never went or got involved until my final year. Exams were over and I was chilling out and killing time until leavers’ day. The gymkhana organisers spent most of the Friday setting up tents, banging posts into the ground and stringing bunting for the Saturday shindig. The week before a notice went up in the sixth form common room asking for volunteers to stay on the school premises over the Friday night and mount a guard to see that nobody came along and vandalise the preparations. Two mates and I volunteered. Although we were all eighteen and legally adults, the headmaster in his great wisdom decided that a teacher would also have to stay and be in charge. Dr Hume was duly appointed to the task.

Let me tell you a little about Doctor Hume. He hadn’t been on the staff for more than a week when some of the younger kids changed his name to Dr Who which graduated to Time Traveler and finally to TT the name by which we all knew him. There was much speculation that TT was gay, which coming from an all boys school where gang wanking was a rite of passage through which everyone passed as soon as the slightest down of pubic hair appeared round a boy’s balls was a bit rich. TT was very good looking, the image as I have said of Jude Law, which gave rise to envy in many a gangling adolescent. As soon as we knew that TT was to spend the night with us, guarding the gymkhana, we hatched a plot to have some fun with him.

The school swimming pool jutted out from the main building at a right angle and overlooked the playing field. At the far end was a lounge area with comfortable chairs, a balcony and small kitchen. This was where we made camp for the night. We arrived just before dusk, settled in and made ourselves comfortable. Give it a few hours and our plan would come to fruition. We drew the blinds on the windows so even if an army of vandals invaded we would not have seen them. We were not really interested in any gymkhana.

Just after eleven there was a sharp knocking at the fire exit.

"Who’s that ?"

I went to see and found it was a pizza delivery boy in the guise of a policeman, at least it was a police officer holding two Domino food boxes.

"Hi," he smiled. "You must be one of Richard’ s boys. He asked me to drop by with some supper when I finished my shift."

The pizza was good and generous of TT to arrange it but we hoped his policeman friend would not be staying too long. Fortunately he did not, leaving before midnight saying he had early start the next morning. I winked at Steven and Chris, the hour was about right.

"We’re going for a swim in a bit Sir, you going to join us ?"

"Oh I don’t think you should, I mean we don’t have a lifeguard. What about insurance ?"

"David here," Chris pointed at me, "has a life saving certificate."

Did I ? First I knew of it.

"Oh I see."

"So join us Sir."

"But I haven’t brought a pair of trunks," he said.

"Neither have we," I smiled, "we’re all going skinny dipping !"

"And before you say you don’t have a towel," Chris added, "I’ve brought a spare one just for you."

TT was backed into a corner, he tried to protest but to little avail. I began to undress and was soon bollock naked. I’ve always been very proud of my body and quite happy to show it off. OK, so I don’t have the biggest cock in the world but everything is in perfect proportion. Chris and Steven were down to their underpants and soon they would be cast aside.

"Come on Sir, don’t be shy. You ain't got nothing we haven’t got ourselves."

He began again to protest while at the same time beginning to undo the buttons on the front of his shirt.

"You are all eighteen years of age ?"

"Sure we are Sir."

"I don’t want anyone to call me a child molester. "

I wanted to say to say: You can molest me any day but decided such a comment may have been quite unhelpful. Instead I just said, "So how old are you then Sir ?"

"Twenty-five, twenty-six in November."

"Just about the right age then for us all to be your kid brothers."

He smiled.

Naked TT was truly beautiful but I’ll tell you more of that later.



At first the water felt cold but we soon became used to it as we swam and frolicked about. We dived between one another’s legs, played ball tag and had a great time. TT soon lost any inhibitions he had to become one of the gang with all teacher/student barriers evaporating. It was a bright moonlit night, the sky shone through the large windows making it easy to see without our turning the pool lights on.

At one point I watched Steven as he jumped up and down in the water his dick rising and falling with the wave he generated. Steve was a tall, slim, dark curly haired guy with a long, slim uncut dick. In fact, we were all uncut. Chris was shorter than Steven, very muscular and built like a rugby player. His dick was about the same size as my own but while I am blond, he had jet black delicious pubes to match. All three of us were good looking and could have posed on any porn star calendar but not one of us could hold a light to our naked teacher.

Doctor Richard Hume, alias Dr Who, alias Time Traveler alias TT was in every way an Adonis of pure masculine beauty. His golden hair shone as did the wide smile on his face which resembled a star. One of the most beautiful cocks anyone could imagine hung like a pendulum in front of two gorgeous bollocks and all topped with a bush the same golden colour as the hair on his head. I fancied my teacher !

As we left the water and started to towel ourselves dry, the mission to seduce Doctor Hume was successfully over but I wondered if we could perhaps go a little further. My eyes first met those of Chris and then of Steven to confirm they had similar thoughts. Naughty.

Back in the lounge area, Chris and Steven made no attempt to dress, instead sitting bollock naked together on one of the double chairs. Personally, I wrapped a somewhat damp towel round my waist, its leaf ends at the front. As I sat down I casually but carefully adjusted things to cover my modesty yet seductively revealing the top of my pubes. TT did the same.

It was Chris who spoke first, "Was that your boyfriend ?" He hesitated, not wanting to use the word Sir - I guess it is difficult to add such a title when speaking to a guy who moments earlier had his balls in your hands. "The policeman who delivered the pizza," he added for clarification.

"No just a friend," he smiled.

"But you are gay ?" Steven said.

"Yes," he replied without any hesitation. "Are you ?"

Steven and Chris looked at one another and this time it was Chris who spoke. "I think so but I’m not sure."

Steven nodded as Chris continued to speak.

"I mean Steven here and I fancy each other, we’ve wanked and sucked but now we want to do more but we are sort of ignorant as to how - how we do it."

"We were hoping you might help us, teach us," Steven added.

I was glad I had I had my towel covering my cock as it fattened into a semi hard on. All the time we were swimming I had mentally fought to keep it down but listening to those two and looking at their naked bodies it was not easy to maintain that discipline.

Chris placed a hand on Steven’s leg, on the inside just above his knee, then slid it slowly upwards until it was resting under his balls. Both of their cocks grew and began to twitch upwards.

"I’m not sure we should do this," TT said nervously.

"Please. Please help us."

My own cock was now as stiff, hot and throbbing as it had ever been. It was near enough impossible to conceal it. Although I could not see, I guessed TT was in the same predicament.

Chris and Steven stood up, Chris turned while Steven fumbled to place his cock between his friend’s bum cheeks.

"No, not like that," TT said then began to describe how best to achieve the initial stages of penetration. "Be careful, you should really be using some lube and it will definitely hurt the first time."

They tried and Steven did begin to get inside his friend but whether they were acting or whether they were being genuine, I could not properly tell the extent of their difficulties. TT stood up and holding his towel firmly with both hands went and stood by them in order to better continue his instruction.

A sentence of just nine words came into my mind and floated there until I spoke them. Nine simple words that would change that night and the rest of my life. "Would you like to use me to demonstrate on ?"

"Yeah, go on," Steven said excitedly.

Without saying any more I stood up, walked a pace away from TT, turned to face away from him then let my towel fall to the floor. There was an extended moment of silence when nobody moved. All I could hear was the deep beating of my heart far inside my chest as it pumped an overdose of adrenalin throughout my body. I closed my eyes and waited.

Two warm hands took hold of my naked body and gently steered me to where I needed to be. My legs were positioned slightly apart and I was moved to lean forward a little with my hands resting on the back of a chair. I could not see what was happening behind me but my whole body shivered and tingled with excitement. I had fantasised many times about losing my virginity but never in my wildest dreams had I conceived that it would be like this. My arse trembled in anticipation, my stomach knotted and my cock felt as if it would burst, never before in all of my young life had I been quite so hard.

Richard was stroking my cheeks then began to slide the tips of his fingers ever so gently between them. I adjusted my muscles to allow him inside. His fingers began to play in the centre and explore the way inside me. Electricity was surging through my body as first he worked one finger inside, that felt so good, and then another. With the second finger it at first felt slightly uncomfortable but within moments the previous sensation of pleasure returned. Subconsciously I leaned forward in an attempt to make his work easier.

I was enjoying so much what was happening to me that I forgot this was just a preliminary foreplay in preparation for the main event. Reality returned as Richard withdrew his fingers then began to stroke his cock between my buttocks.

"Ready ?" He said.

I did not need to reply for he knew my answer already. I had never been so ready for anything before in my life.

I felt the rounded head of Richard’s cock slide to fit into the opening his fingers had prepared. It rested there as if it had been sculptured to the exact size of the aperture in which it found itself. Every hair on my body stood on end and tantalized the nerve ending where they met the surface of my skin. I could feel the warm and throbbing shaft resting against the sides of my cheeks.

If that was a sensation of warm comfort and pleasure it preceded an excruciating pain as Richard started to press inside me. My body involuntarily flinched and Richard’s hand moved to steady me. I can only describe the sensation as pain but it was not an unpleasant pain rather one of exotic wonder.

When we had been playing in the water, I had mentally estimated Richard to be around eight inches when hard. I now wondered how much of it he would be able to place inside me. I was soon to know. The pain increased with the depth of penetration until I felt the convex curve of his groin fit perfectly around my bum cheeks. I sighed partly with pleasure and partly with relief that the initial penetration was over but perhaps more so with the anticipation of the pleasure that was still to come.

"More," I said, "more."

Richard did not immediately respond, waiting for me to settle and be ready for that ahead. In those tiny moments I remembered we were not alone and became aware again of Chris and Steven. They were on the edge of my peripheral vision and appeared to be learning well from Richard’s tuition and demonstration.

Richard moved a hand round in front of me and cupped my balls. My cock twitched in response and gave out a tiny drop of pre cum. It quivered and I felt it begin to drop and slide down the length of my shaft.

Time for activity to continue as Richard withdrew ever so slightly then pressed in again. He paused then repeated the motion. A third, fourth, fifth time he thrust in and out generating in me feelings I had never before known possible. His cock was inside me touching a small part of me and yet the sensation was an entire body feeling.

"More ! More !" I demanded.

He responded and increased the speed to a rapid yet poetically flowing motion. I could smell the sweet aroma of perfume as beads of sweat began to form on both our bodies.

Richard was now pressing so deep inside me that every gland and muscle controlling my cock was being influenced. I could feel the rising fire moving ever upwards and knew that I would soon need to cum. I wanted to save the pleasure to coincide with the same in my mentor and new friend but for how long I could hold back I was unsure. But a sixth sense told me that our separate climaxes would co-join to one.

Richard’s endeavors had reached new and even more rapid levels of excitement. We became as one spirit as the heady drug engulfed us, overwhelmed us and transported us to a high astral plane where only the pursuit of pleasure exists. Every fibre of my body and his was giving and receiving pleasure, nothing else existed for us.

Then, as one united force, our bodies slowed and climax was achieved. I felt Richard explode within me, his warm juice of beautiful manhood filling me as one would fill a Georgian crystal glass with the finest vintage wine. At the same time my own fire spurted out like lava flowing from a volcano, never before have I cum so much. Richard reached round and took hold of my cock to encourage it to the very maximum.

Finally, it was all over and we flopped back exhausted onto one of those double chairs. Opposite sat Steven and Chris who had enjoyed their experience with one another every bit as much as we had. The clock on the wall showed three in the morning, it had been half past midnight when we left the pool and Chris had asked Richard to be his tutor.

We were all exhausted mentally and physically yet our minds were alive and for me recalling every tiny moment of what had just happened. We dressed, made some coffee and sat chatting. Richard asked what we all planned to do when we left school in a few weeks time.

Steven and Chris both had places at university while I explained that I was going to take a year out.

"What about you ?"

"I’m going to be a headmaster," Richard explained, "the bigger the school the better."

We asked Richard all kinds of questions about himself, Where he had gone to university and what subject he had chosen for his PhD thesis. And what ever had made him want to become a teacher. Although he had not actually taught us in school if he was as good in a classroom at passing on his knowledge as he had just been with we three, he was certain to find success.

I looked at the guy who had just fucked my brains out and somehow could not picture him as a teacher in the traditional classroom, blackboard and chalk role. Funny how things turn out.

Steven and Chris did graduate from university and went into partnership together, both in business running an antique gallery in London ’s Bond Street and as partners in life. They are still my friends and we meet up frequently. Twenty years on I am managing editor of an international gay magazine. I never looked back after that night at school.

And it appears Doctor Hume, Dr Who, Time Traveler, TT, the teacher who we so successfully seduced, achieved his ambition. It would be good to see him again, for us all to meet up and chat about the old times, well, that one particular old time anyway. Steven, Chris, Richard and myself. I decided to give him a call some time, the school was certain to be listed in the phone book. Yes, I would do that as soon as I got back to the office.

My mobile began to ring, it was Chris.

"Hi David, by any chance have you seen today’s edition of The Guardian ?"

I told him I had.

"Steven and I were just thinking ........"

He's my hero. I'm his greatest fan. Who is he? Why, he's Action Hero, of course. That's right, Action Hero. You know him. He's on TV every Saturday morning hosting those morning shows like the ones you used to watch when you were growing up. Now, I'll get to meet him for the first time. My dad just became his agent.

"Hi, Billy, I'm Action," he thrust his hand forward to shake mine. His grip was so tight and so strong my palm sweated. He wore his full uniform, red from head-to-toe, with the white star on the blue band that runs across his chest. Wow! What a chest!

"Are those really your muscles?" I asked impulsively referring to the incredible bulges everywhere. Did I say that? It wasn't just his biceps and thighs. Action's suit fit his every muscle. When my eyes wondered down to his crotch I saw more than I ever expected. His uniform didn't fit that way on the Wheaties box.

He smiled from under his mask. His eyes lit up. His teeth sparkled, just like on TV. The ends of his mouth curled up and his smile broadened. Although, he looked as sinister as he did sincere like when I'm pulling a fast one on my friends. All I can tell you is I wanted to kiss him right then and there. Could he know that as I grew up I used to play with myself in bed at night dreaming about him? Boys are supposed to dream about cars and guns and sports, they say, and eventually about girls. But, I creamed over Action. He's my Hero and always will be.

"Is your real name Action?" I asked curiously.

He laughed out loud, then came to my side and crushed me in his arms while tickling me. I laughed so hard I thought I'd pee, he tickled me unrelentingly. "No. But, I don't use any other name anymore so, Action it is." I was glad. He hugged me tight more like my father does, and he stopped tickling for a while. "Where's the Action?" he began like he says on TV when he introduces the next show.

I joined in remembering how I used to jump up and down on my bed imitating his signature move, hand thrust to the sky forefinger pointing. I was surprised to feel his chest against my back as I repeated the move today. His hands seemed to rub me and squeeze. Then I thought I felt him pull my nipples while he ground himself into my butt. It sure felt 'funny'. I was as excited as I was on my first date. Only I was excited then because it was a double date. I was secretly hot for the other guy.

"I've seen everything you've done, Hero," I went on as I turned to face him. We crouched like football players with our heads together, our eyes staring into one another's.

"I don't think you've seen everything," he responded in a curious way. I had meant all his specials and the commercials he did. What did he mean? He was suddenly being sly. Maybe it was because I was a little older now and my father was his agent.

"Where is your father?" he asked continuing our play and messing with my hair. I just play-acted as if I were wrestling with him. I ran my hands over the top of his mask pulling on the little yellow plastic wings that sprang up on either side. He was sweating inside his costume which I've never seen him do.

"He'll be about an hour," I answered. "said he's sorry he'll be late but, he had to see Mel Gibson before he caught a plane. Something about a deadline on a contract. He needs his signature. And he promised me he'd get me his autograph, too."

"That Gibson guy is hot!" I heard Action say. I couldn't believe my ears but, then maybe I was reading too much into it. All the sudden, Action strikes a wrestling pose and we start to mess around. He takes me in a headlock and pulls me to the ground. There I am on my knees in my father's office looking out the window at the view over Sunset Boulevard and my favorite hero has me in a 'half-nelson' wrestling hold. I can feel his breathe on the back of my neck, his body leaning hard into mine and my right arm being pulled tight behind me. He pulls my hair, grits his teeth, stares into my eyes, and I pop a boner: a stiff, bulging-in-the-pants boner.

It's not just his hot breathe. It's the closeness of his body and his cheek next to mine. And it's his perfect skin that shows where the mask ends just below his nose around his manly mouth and his dimpled chin. I wonder, did he ever do those Aqua Velva ads? I swear I saw him in some shaving cream commercial. "Gotch ya," he prompts wickedly pulling harder on my arm. His groin pushes more insistently into my butt. I instinctively push back. He pumps his pelvis forward. "Like that?" He grits his teeth. "Is this what you want?" He humps hard and fast. "Is this what you want from your Action Hero?" Back, he pulls my head forcefully by the hair. My chin juts out. My neck strains. His eyes look steely into mine. He looks so Van Damme. I'm so anxious. Quickly, he flips me on my back pushing me hard to the floor with one hand, his arm locked at the elbow. His knees clunch my sides at my hips. His crotch pounds into mine. As my pants tent straight up his tent straight out. Does Action have a hard-on, too?

I notice but, my attention lies in his deep blue eyes. His intense stare mesmerizes me. He rips his mask off breathing quickly. He's no Phantom of the Opera. He's really handsome. He's so handsome I feel my cock leak a sticky drop of precum. Van Damme, was right! No wonder my father wants his contract. Action Hero wears a mask all the time. This guy is too handsome to live in a mask. He could make more money after midnight then on Saturday morning TV. Is this my father's voice I hear in my head? Will I grow up to be an agent also?

"Billy," Action asks, "are you going to wrestle, or are you going to lie there with a hard-on in your pants waiting for me to pin you?" He took my hands in his and thrust them above my head leaning closer, and closer and closer. His lips start to pucker and I nearly faint. I watch his handsome face come closer to mine. I think myself an actor in a movie about to get kissed and, at last, yes! The hero kisses me! Action kissed me! My hero kissed me! YES! His lips melted into mine. My mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. My tongue went exploring. I moaned, I groaned, I squirmed, and my cock kept leaking cum.

"Help me out of this thing," he eventually pleaded when we eased up. Over his head he pulled his red top. It clung to him every inch of the way. My hands traced their way up his chest. My fingers went immediately to his nipples. As he reached for the ceiling wrestling the lycra suit over his head I couldn't help but, study his body: Tan and tightly muscled and smooth, except for light hairs that covered his pecs. A sandy blonde and heavenly, his underarms alone were ideal with soft hairs running up and down from their sweating center. I leaned up and took a long stroke with my tongue diving in with my nose. I felt the texture of the hairs with my tongue. He laughed a bit and shivered as he dragged the last part of his top off of him. Action threw it across the room where it dropped over a replica my dad had of an Oscar.

I laughed a little, too, at the humor of it. "Maybe he shouldn't see what I'm about to do with you," Action joked referring to stiff 'Oscar'. "After all, there are no men who have sex with other men in Hollywood movies," he continued. (He called me a 'man' despite my age. I liked him even more!)

". . . or on television," I added while I hugged and kissed him. I moaned as my hands roamed the straining muscles of his back. They glided over his sweating skin and dug into feel his taunt muscles. Eventually, my hands dipped into the top of his lower uniform.

"Oh?" he mused, "Do you like the leading man's bottom? I bet Schwarzeneggar never did this for you," as he rose so my hands could squeeze him down there. My hands slid over his ass feeling the firmness of his cheeks. When I had the fullness of his butt in my grip I closed my fingers. Round, pliant and squeezable - feeling his ass cheeks made me picture myself a classic casting director. And if my eyes were a camera they would have the greatest close-up. The 8" wonder that appeared in front of me could have made Action a star - a porn star! I couldn't imagine an hard-on with more commanding power. Star power. I instantly leaned up towards it.

Action had turned down his uniform like a striptease, revealing first his pubic hair then each and every inch of his joint. Happily, it seemed to go on forever. Action was hung like no one I knew except now that I think about it, my dad. I don't ever remember seeing any others bigger. Not in real-life anyway, and not on a guy so handsome. At this point, Action was more than my hero. "Now it's your turn. Strip, Billy, Strip," Action commanded. There on the floor without moving out from under him I threw off my Action Hero t-shirt, my sneakers, socks, jeans and underwear. I had gone from fully dressed to naked without moving from under his thighs. He just loved it. Now I was more naked than he. "See," I insisted, "I am your greatest fan," and I showed off my body to him.

"Then fan the flames," he sounded very tough. I thought Sly Stallone would come busting in any minute. Action stood straight up on his knees, his tights well down his thighs, his balls closer to my chin. Hero stuck his knees deep into my armpits so his cock could buck just above my lips. I could smell the musky odor from his big cockhead bouncing up and down above my nose. I could even sense the heat from his groin, his crotch all moist and sweaty. The air was cool against his skin but, he was hot to fuck my face. I prepared myself with long deep breathes, slow and nice and easy. "Lights...Camera...Action!" I yelled humorously before chowing down on his cock.

Now who's giving all the orders? I stared down my nose to watch his large pink mushroom head reach my lips. To see the slit of it and the curvature of the crown was almost too much for me. I could feel my bucking dick leak precum down its underside. Almost instantly I felt its hot moist stickiness against my cool skin. "Cool," I reacted.

The softness of his cockhead created the most phenomenal sensations at my lips. I became aware of my heartbeat speeding up. I was sweating something incredible. As I parted my lips for his round cockhead sweat began to drip from my forehead. From my point of view he was all cock. I wondered how on earth I was going to take it all in. But, his huge tube was sliding into my mouth fast, I didn't have a chance to change my mind. Of course, I didn't want to. In fact, he was fulfilling my greatest fantasy. He arched his back forcing every inch of his sausage in one long thrust down my anxious throat.

At the moment it seemed like slow motion. My lips felt every curve. My libido went crazy. My eyes were given the close-up of a lifetime as he loaded his canon into me. Naturally, I wanted it to go off, to explode, but in the meantime I wanted to suck on it like candy. I hoped he wouldn't come off too soon no matter how much I wanted his cream. As my lips poured over his tool I devoted myself to satisfying my long pent-up desire. I imagined how it would feel to have him flood my throat with an endless stream of hot and sticky cock-cream. How long would I have to imagine?

It wasn't long before my eyes were filled literally with his bushy pubic hair. Like a jungle it blinded my view but, only reminded me that I was taking him to the root. My mouth was happily stretched to the limit but, my lips squeezed hard and my eyes blinked just to punctuate my triumph. I had every fucking inch of my hero's dick in my mouth when my feelings overcame me. I moaned instinctively and grabbed my own joint feeling some form of internal orgasm. I was more fulfilled at that moment than at any other time I could remember. I didn't think I could ever be more satisfied.

But, it just got better. My hands rose to his powerful chest and spread out across it. My fingers ran through his soft chest hairs. They reached up out over his muscles. He had pecs so powerful I pretended bullets would bounce off them. SUPERMAN! He heaved a sigh as my fingertips passed over his nipples. They immediately came erect and he arched his back to enhance the feeling. The sensations he felt must have been extraordinary for his grin widened significantly and his chin rose toward the ceiling.

That gorgeous face and his perfect body was drawing admiring moans from inside me. The man was so ideal I could scarcely believe myself. Was this really happening? I was so happy I felt weightless. The pressure round my lips, however, was almost unbearable. His cock seemed to be growing as it throbbed inside my mouth. I believed I could suck the cum right out of him. He always seemed on the verge of cumming. "I want you to feel this," he assured me pointing a finger down at his dick while forcing it into my throat. "Have you ever had one up inside you?" he asked. Of course he meant fucking, and I never had. I shook my head 'no' feeling as innocent as I was. "Do you want me to be the first?" I didn't have to even think about it. 'Yes', I nodded enthusiastically moaning as I did. He started bucking like a cowboy riding a bronco. I thought he'd cream in my mouth instantly. Believe me, I wouldn't have minded it a bit!

"Just call 1-800-4ACTION," he humorously began repeating a commercial message for which he was well known. ". . . and tell Action what you want," he continued as if still selling Action toys. As he leaned down over me, slowly withdrawing his cock, he put his finger to his lips and whispered in my ear, "Shh, I know what you want," and rising up again his voice rose, "it isn't plastic toys." His huge throbbing member hung mightily above me not one inch from my eyes. I knew exactly what he meant.

Silently, he lifted my legs by my calves far over my shoulders right there on the plush carpet in my father's office where Action's picture graces the walls. There I was bare ass naked panting heavily preparing for my first fuck and my last minute of virginity. He and I were sweating so much I didn't even think to ask for lubricant. I don't use any when I jerk-off anyway. I wanted him inside me so badly I could feel my ass lips part. There was an instant when his hands gripped my ankles and I saw the head of his cock touch my asshole when I feared he'd be too big for me but, then he spoke reassuring words and looked into my eyes, "Relax and take it slowly. You're going to enjoy this. There's a sharp pain you'll feel at first," I did, "and a sense of being filled up." I was. "Slowly now, feel the head?" I nodded as my hands gripped his thighs. "Take a deep breathe. Now another. And one more and relax. Oh, that's it, Billy. That feels so good. Can you feel it?" Could I ever! A filled-up feeling? More like overwhelmed! But, I wanted it so badly I looked more deeply into his eyes.

His pupils widened and I swear his cock did, he felt so huge. "Uhh hhh!" I moaned uncontrollably. Then I gave in and more inches of him slipped farther into me. He only smiled more broadly. I saw his face light up. Then his jaw dropped and his chin rose in a quick jerk. He said something obscene. Then I felt it. I felt his belly flat against my soft ass and I realized he was all the way inside me. I felt very powerful then and my pucker gripped his rod hard. It seemed to draw him in and he lost control. Suddenly, he began to withdraw. I didn't want him to. I reached for his thighs but, to my surprise he immediately plunged back in. He exhaled in a broad stroke then withdrew again, only to come crashing back down on me. So this is fucking. I'm fucking half-crazy with the sensations. They're building up in me. What is that spot he keeps striking? The one that feels so good. "AGAIN!" I implore him. "DO IT AGAIN! YES! LIKE THAT! YES!"

"Oh, you fucking hot shot! Where has your father been hiding you? My greatest fan - Billy. Well, Billy," he huffed while banging into me, "right now," he went on pumping, "I'm your greatest fan," and he humped me a dozen times fast.

On my back, then on his lap, and finally sitting on top of him I bounced on his dick. To ride the length of his big dick was like bouncing up and down on a pony. If I wasn't fisting my own cock, he was, and his strong hand felt incredibly good. The time got away from us. I sweat so much I practically slid over him. "Action, Action, Action," I began repeating while he repeated my name.

"Oh, Billy. Uh huh, Billy, I'm going to cum," he finally relented. "You've beaten me," he whimpered as if like the bad guy I had won over him. But, I had won over him, hadn't I? And I was about to get my reward. My soft ass clung to his throbbing cock as if drawing the cum up out of him. As my fingers tweaked his nipples he moaned and he groaned and he lifted off the floor, "UHHHHH HHhhh hhh!" and he shot.

"WHOA!" I cried out as his scalding hot spunk shot up into me once, twice, and three times. "One Eight Inch Man for Action!" I shouted playing on the sound of that silly phone number. My balls flew up and down. My fist stroked my cock just under his. "COWABUNGA!" I yelled mocking those other kid's shows. Oh, if my stream of spunk didn't shoot high in the air and cover his face from one side to the other. It was practically humiliating to see him showered with my jizz. But, if he didn't stick out his tongue and try to lick every drop he could reach you'd think I had just creamed him, which of course, I had.

"What's this?" My ears ring with the familiar sound of, oh, no, it's my Daddy!

"Oh! Sir!!?" Action rises startled covered in our sweat and cum. "How long have you been watching!!?" My dad stands leaning in the doorway his arms crossed. But, he has a big grin on his face!

"Since 'DO IT AGAIN!'," he tells us laughing as he points at us while holding his taut belly. He walks into the room and leans over me lifting my chin with his finger, "Would you like to do it again . . . and include me?"

I can't resist. "Really? Can we?" Another fantasy. "Oh, Daddy."

"So, Billy, now what to you think of my ACTION?" my dad asks me of his HERO.

I blurt out, "He's the best sex. He has the best body, the biggest dick, and he even kisses! It's hard to believe I thought he was straight."

"Straight? ACTION? The only thing that's straight about him is his big dick when I shove this Oscar replica up his ass!" !!! Well, that's a new twist on my fantasy.

I stepped into the last booth. I closed the door and let my eyes adjust for a second or two. Then I pulled out the two rolls of quarters from my pocket and put them on top of the coin box. I opened one roll and put a few quarters into the machine. The screen lit up and I turned a dial to look through the channels.

I chose one with these two guys messing around in a locker room. I undid my jeans and lowered them to my ankles. I had nothing on underneath. I started stroking my cock. I saw the hole into the next booth in the wall to the left and I bent down and peeked into it. There was no one in there. When I had come into the adult bookstore, the only person inside was the clerk, this thin blond guy maybe a few years older than me. I stood there watching the video and jerking my cock for a while and then I heard the bell tinkle up front indicating that someone else had come in.

Shortly after that I heard someone in the hallway outside my door. Then I felt a slight breeze as the door to the booth next to mine was opened. I stood between the video screen and the hole, facing the video screen, so anyone who looked through the hole would see my butt.

I peeked over my shoulder and looked at the hole. I heard the door close and some quarters drop and then I heard the guy in there kneel down.

'Mmmmm,' I heard him moan through the hole. Then I felt him blowing on my bare buns. I didn't move. Then I saw his finger running back and forth along the bottom of the whole. His black finger. I don't know why, but it really turned me on to know that a black dude was checking out my ass.

'Nice butt,' he whispered. I reached back with one hand and gave my butt a little squeeze and a couple firm slaps.

'Oh yeah,' he said and I saw his hand come through the hole. He had a big rough hand. He cupped my right butt cheek and squeezed it. 'Yeah, nice smooth young ass.' He smoothed his hand across my butt and then pulled his hand back and swatted me on the butt a couple times.

I moaned and leaned forward against the wall.

'You like it when I slap your butt?' he asked as he slapped it a few more times, harder than the first couple swats.

I moaned again and gave my butt a little shake. He began spanking my exposed little ass. He could not pull his hand back that far, but he did manage to give me some pretty stinging swats on my bare rump. I was getting really hot and stroking my cock hard. He kept talking the whole time.

'Nice little white boy ass you got. Smooth and firm. You white boys like having a black man spank your ass don't ya?'

I just moaned as he continued to spank me. Then he stopped slapping my butt and began to rub and squeeze my firm little buns again.

'Oh yeah kid, you got a real hot ass on ya.' Then he ran a finger down my butt crack and found my little butt hole. I stuck my butt out to give him more access and let him know that I liked that. He held his finger up and said, 'Get it wet so I can slide it up your hot little butt.'

I turned and knelt and took his finger in my mouth. I swirled my tongue all over his big black finger, licking it and sucking on it. Then I stood up and turned my butt to him again. He found my butt hole and began pushing his finger inside me.

'Yeah. Nice tight boy-ass hole.' He slowly pushed until he had his entire finger inside my butt. Then he began to slide it in and out. I moaned again and began to move my ass in time with his thrusts. He was wiggling his finger around when it was inside my ass, making me almost cum. I stopped jerking off and just put my hands on the wall. After a while, he slid a second finger into my butt and started to slide them in and out. He kept talking all the while.

'Boy you have one fucking hot little butt. Nice and smooth and firm and round. Nice tight butt hole. You are making me all hot and horny, kid.'

His video had stopped playing and I heard the clerk's voice in the hall saying 'Number 2. Drop quarters or leave.'

The black guy said, 'Don't leave kid. I gotta go get more quarters. I'll be right back.' I heard him zip his pants up and then his door opened.

The clerk must have been right there 'cause the guy said, 'Can I buy quarters from you?'

The clerk said, 'There's a change machine up front.'

And the black guy said, 'Thanks, man.'

And I heard him walk away. Then I heard the door open to the booth next door. It must be the clerk I realized. Some quarters dropped. I was still in the same position with my butt to the hole. I heard him kneel down and felt him blow on my butt. I didn't move, but I was looking at the hole over my shoulder. I saw his hand come through the hole and he cupped my right butt cheek.

'Shit! You do have a hot little ass,' he whispered. He rubbed and squeezed my butt and slapped me a couple times. Then he said, 'Let me see your cock, boy.' I turned and faced the hole. He wrapped his hand around my hard 7" cock. 'Oh fuck yeah! You are so fucking hot. Shove that through and let me suck it.'

I stepped up to the hole and slid my cock through. His mouth was right there and I slid my cock as far into his mouth as I could. Then I heard knocking on the booth next door.

'Damn. I was in that booth,' the black guy said. 'Son of a bitch.'

The clerk was noisily sucking my cock and the black guy said, 'Fuck! Is that boy sucking your cock?' then he tried the door to the booth next door, but it was locked. I checked to make sure that my door was locked too. But then suddenly it opened. It must not have latched.

The black guy stepped into my booth and shut the door. He stood behind me and put both hands on my buns. He started pushing me forward and then grabbing my butt cheeks and pulling me back. Thrusting my cock in and out of the clerk's mouth. 'Yeah. Fuck his mouth. Is he sucking you good, boy?'

I just stood there letting him move me back and forth. He slapped my ass. 'Answer me, boy, when I talk to you. Is he sucking you good?' I nodded.

He said, 'You don't listen very well. I didn't say nod your head; I said answer me.' And then he moved a little to my left and began really spanking my butt. Hard and fast. His hand swatting my butt made a loud slapping noise. He spanked me maybe ten or fifteen times. Then he stopped and resumed pushing me forwards and backwards.

'So, is he sucking you good boy?' he asked.

'Yes,' I whispered.

He began rubbing and squeezing my butt and then ran his hands up my back under my t-shirt. 'Let's get this off,' he said, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he knelt down and undid the Velcro on my Tevas and removed them. 'Lift a leg,' he ordered. 'Now the other one.'

And with that he pulled my jeans off and I now stood naked in the booth with my cock through the glory hole getting a blowjob, and this big black guy on his knees behind me. He stayed on his knees and again grabbed my buns and pulled and pushed me back and forth. The clerk was noisily slurping on my cock. The black guy leaned forward and looked at my cock.

'Shit, boy. You got a pretty big dick for a white boy. Let me see that thing.' He pulled me away from the hole and turned me to face him. He wrapped his hand around my cock and jerked me a few times. Then he licked the swollen head of my circumcised 7" cock. 'You ever have a black man suck your white dick?' he asked.

I shook my head.

He reached around behind me and gave me two very firm slaps on my ass. 'What did I tell you? Now answer me again: Have you ever had a black man suck your white dick?'

I said, 'No.'

'Do you want me to suck it?' he asked.

'Sure,' I said.

The clerk said, 'Yeah suck him off. Let me watch.'

The black guy looked up at me. 'OK, if you want me to suck your dick, then just shove your dick in my mouth.' And he opened his mouth. I moved forward and put just the tip of my cock in between his lips. He didn't move, just kneeled there with my cock resting on his tongue.

The clerk said, 'Shove it all in. fuck his mouth.'

I moved forward more and now he closed his lips around my cock. He began sliding his lips up and down. He easily slid the entire length into his mouth. He did something with his teeth or something when just the tip of my cock was in his mouth that made my knees almost buckle.

He grabbed my buns to steady me, and the clerk said, 'Yeah. Nibble that boy cock.'

He sucked me for a long time. The clerk would occasionally reach through and cup my balls or play with my ass, fingering my butthole or slapping my buns. Then the black guy stopped and pulled his mouth off my cock.

'Hey buddy,' he said to the clerk, 'you want this cock in your ass?'

The clerk said, 'Fucking-A right I do.'

Then I heard him stand and pull his jeans down. The black guy guided me to the glory hole and I slid my cock through. I could tell that the clerk had his butt up against the hole. I felt his hand guide me to his butthole. Then I could feel that the tip of my cock was right against his hole. I pushed a little, and I could feel the clerk pushing back. I didn't think anything was gonna happen when suddenly the tip of my cock just kinda popped into his butt. I could not believe that I was naked in a booth with a black guy who had just sucked my cock and now I was butt fucking a guy through a glory hole. I pushed harder until I couldn't push anymore.

The black dude was encouraging me, 'Yeah fuck his ass. Fuck him good. Shove that big boy-cock into his ass.'

I started thrusting my cock in and out of the clerk's tight butt. The black guy stood and moved behind me. I heard him unzipping his jeans.

'Shit boy! Your hot little ass looks fucking good when you're banging him. I like the way it looks when you push forward into his ass. Your buns look even firmer and rounder.' He had his jeans lowered by now. He began to slap my ass again. Slap! Slap! Slap!

'You gonna blow your load in his ass, boy?'

I said, 'Yes.'

He said, 'Hold off a bit, 'cause I wanna fuck that hot little ass of yours.'

And I felt his dick rubbing between my buns. I turned to look back and his cock was bigger and thicker than mine. He knelt down and grabbed both my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. Then he pushed his face in between my buns and began to lick my butthole. It felt unbelievable. I was moaning. I had stopped thrusting my cock in and out of the clerks butt 'cause the butt licking the black guy was giving me felt so good. But the clerk had begun to move his ass back and forth, fucking himself on my cock.

Soon the black guy stood and guided his cock to my butthole. It took a long time, and it hurt like hell, but he eventually slid his cock all the way into my butt. I was so ready to blow my load. Here I was. Nineteen years old, nice smooth body, in shape from running and swimming. Completely naked in a booth in an adult store with my cock in the ass of this cute guy through a glory hole and the guy was fucking himself on my cock. And a big black guy had his big cock up my butt that was probably a little red still from all the spankings I had received from both him and the clerk.

I leaned up against the wall and just let myself enjoy the sensations from my cock as it slid in and out of the clerk's tight ass, and also the sensations from my ass as the black guy slid his huge cock in and out of my butthole. We all stayed like that for quite a while.

Then I heard the clerk say, 'Fucking A! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.'

The black guy pulled me away from the wall and said, 'On your knees, boy, and let that guy blow his load in your mouth.'

He pushed me to my knees. The clerk slid his cock through the hole. It was red and slick from his pre-cum. I just leaned forward and took my first ever cock into my mouth. I had only slid it in and out a few times before I felt him shooting his load into my mouth. I tried to pull back, but the black guy held my head in place, so I just swallowed the clerks cum shooting into my mouth. But some did dribble out the corners of my mouth. The black guy then put his cock in my face and I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around the big head of his cock. I sucked on him for quite a while. The clerk was watching through the hole and talking all the time.

'Yeah boy! Suck that big black dick. Suck it good.' Then the black guy grabbed my head and began to really fuck my mouth. I just knelt there and let him have his way with me. The only sound now was the slurping noises coming from my mouth as the black guy pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth.

'Suck my cock white boy! Suck it all! Fuck yeah. Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!' And then I felt his cock spurting cum inside my mouth. He rammed his entire cock into my mouth. I thought I would gag, but I didn't. It was hot knowing that I had the entire length of his spurting cock in my mouth and throat and that his cock was spurting his cum deep in my throat. He slid the entire length in and out of my mouth a few times, and I loved that feeling of him pushing his whole cock into my mouth, the feeling of having my mouth full of his throbbing cock. Then he pulled out. Pulled his pants up.

Slapped me a couple times on my butt and said, 'Hope to see ya around kid,' and he left. I heard the clerk's door open and close too. I realized that I was the only one who hadn't shot a load. I put a few more quarters in the machine and was stroking my cock while watching those two hot dudes in the locker room. Then again I felt a breeze as the door in the next booth opened and closed.

I just stood there watching the video until I heard, 'Nice ass.'

The sound of birds woke me from my sleep. I could sit in this bed for hours. I wished to wake up every day just like that. The soft sun beams hit my face with beauty in every ray. It was Saturday morning, the day that dad and I would be spending time together. He was my only family at the time. I was visiting for Thanksgiving.

I slowly stood up and stretched my body to loosen up. It felt good to get 12 hours of sleep. The carpet felt good when my feet hit it. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and take a shower. My muscles reflected nicely in the mirror. I didn't mind going across the hallway to the bathroom wearing only in my boxers, .

My dad's door was still closed. So, I decided to take a look in his room to see if he was really sleeping. The door swung open. I saw him with his arms on his chest wearing only his boxer briefs with the waistband showing above the sheets. The elastic band read "Polo Ralph Lauren."

He was breathing quietly. I decided to take a chance and explore the package poking through his boxer briefs. I slowly slid the sheet down, revealing the bulging morning wood poking out of his boxer briefs. I went to feel it. Dad quickly grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed next to him.

"Good morning son!" he said.

My heart was beating out of my chest. I was so startled.

"What are you doing in my room so early?" he asked. "Did you want to be with me that much?"

I responded slowly, "Umm...I...was wondering if we could go to a Target. I need some new boxers."

He looked at me with such love. He really did love me. I was his only son and my mother had died when I was really young.

"Sure, we can do that," he offered. "I thought you had enough boxers, though."

I loved to talk about underwear with him.

"Well, they are so old and I need so new ones because I'm growing more and more," I explained.

I really was, because I was seventeen.

"Well, you have these great Joe Boxer ones on," he said, while reaching down and snapping my waistband. I nearly went crazy and started to get an erection.

"Are those good? Do you like them? Do they have enough room? he continued. You know how the teenage erection can get."

I was embarrassed and pleaded, "Dad, stop!"

He had grabbed my cock, which was now fully erect.

"Son, not to worry," he said soothingly. "I'm your father and you are my son. We are both men and I have felt it before. Besides I have one too. Morning wood is natural."

He stood up and went for the bathroom. I kept my hungry eyes on his sexy muscular body. He was a god. His hair was cut short, in the style required by the Army. He had a Roman chest and his legs were like Hercules. I wanted this man.

"I'm going for the shower...or were you going?" he inquired.

We had only one bathroom and that was good. It meant I could see his cock more. I had seen it plenty before. But it was so sexy seeing it a lot.

"Well, no," I replied. "You can go. I have to take a leak."

Dad began to take off his boxer briefs and asked, "Do you want to shower together? We could get out of the house faster that way. And, the water bill wont be so high."

He was really a cheap guy. I can't imagine what he is going to do at Target.

"Yeah, okay...cool." was my answer as I took off my boxers. We both walked in to the bathroom and I couldn't keep my cock down. I knew he was going to ask why I was so aroused. We both stepped in to the shower. He was in front of me and here was nothing I could do about my erection.

"Son, are you still hard?" His question expressed really concern.

"Ummyeah. I guess I am," was my sheepish response.

He didn't buy that answer. The water hit his head and trickled down his face, down his chest and to his sexy cock. I was in heaven. He wanted the soap. So, he bent down and hit my erection with his head.

"Oops! Sorry, son!" he said. He kept soaping himself and went on showering. "Son, I think you should masturbate to get that erection down." I was appalled that he said that. I just kept showering and he got out. "Son, tell me when you are ready and we can go." I quickly agreed.

When I got out of the shower he was drying off and putting his towel around his waist. I went in to my room still fully erect. I was so horny and ready to masturbate. I took off my towel and closed my door. I laid on the bed and started masturbating. I thought of my dad in his sexy cowboy jeans. In my fantasy, I was taking them off to reveal his macho BVD boxer briefs. He was my god. He was my man. I wanted him and every bit of his roman muscle body. I wanted him to cuddle and hold me. I wanted so much to give him my love back that it hurt. I rapidly approached my climax. But, I held back. I was almost at the breaking point and decided to go for it. Like a rose opening before the morning sun, I felt so good.

My father opened the door wearing the very same BVD boxer briefs that I had imagined. At the edge of ejaculation onto my boxers, I lay naked in absolute fright.

"Son, I know what you are going to say," he assured. "But, I'm not spying on you. I am here to see what boxers you have."

Without hesitation he went for my bedroom bureau. He opened the top drawer and looked inside. There were numerous boxers inside, all very neatly organized. I had color-coded every pair and arranged them by brand.

He was obviously impressed and said, "Wow! Son, you have been busy. I see all sorts of boxers here but only ten. And, why are my Calvin Klein boxer briefs in here?" As I threw my other pair under the bed, I went to grab one out of the drawer. I grabbed the light blue Jockey ones that I have had since I was thirteen. I put them on as he turned around to look at me.

"Dad, I borrowed those because I needed them for running," I explained. "I've had these boxers since I was thirteen. I'm now nineteen."

He replied, "Okay, son. But, you need to ask me when you borrow things from me. Let's get ready to go to Target. But, before we leave, tell me which ones do you want to keep and which ones do you want to throw away?"

"I don't want any of them," I replied.



He nodded and patted my back with his strong muscled arms. I was aroused by that. That seemed to settle it. I was about to get a whole new wardrobe of sexy boxer shorts. Dad went to his room and finished dressing.

I put on the rest of my clothes and headed to the kitchen. I was only to the stairs when I realized that my dad had his door wide open and was putting on his jeans. He slipped them on and zipped up the fly. He briefly flashed the BVD waistband, but put on his blue collared shirt and tucked it in. He put on the sexy Texan belt he bought in San Antonio. My eyes darted to the package at the crotch of his jeans as he cinched the belt. He reached for his cowboy hat and I shivered from the views of his sexy male body. As he turned toward the door, I ran down the stairs.

"Son, you ready?" he called out.

I shouted, "Yeah, dad." My torso was nearly drenched in sweat from anxiety and excitement. We headed for the car. I couldn't wait to see him sit down in the seat. I knew a hefty package would bulge from his Texan jeans. I so wanted to be apart of that man. As he sat down in the drivers seat, I watched his solid butt and his sexy mound as it was revealed. It was amazing.

We drove to the nearby Target store. When we arrived, I watched him move again. I wondered if he could sense my excitement. We entered the store and went directly for the men's department. My heart was pumping. I could hardly believe that so much fuel was about to be added to my feverish underwear fetish.

"Son, which do you want?" dad asked in his warm sexy voice

"I don't know until I see all of the brands," I panted. Where to start? I looked around and spotted Hanes, Joe Boxer, Arrow, Calvin Klein, Perry Ellis, and BVD.

I uttered a list of my favorites, "I think I want two pairs of two pairs of Ralph Lauren, two pairs of Joe Boxer, two pairs of Arrow, two Pairs of Calvin Klein, and two pairs of Perry Ellis." I was very demanding. But I wanted my drawer to be stuffed full of the sexy garments.

My father quipped, "Only ten?"

I was appalled. It seemed that he wanted me to get more. So, I asked. "Well, do you want me to get more?"

"Well, you should have twenty pairs," he responded, "because some will always be in the wash or the dirty pile."

He was very smart and I was very happy.

"Son, you might want to get ten pairs of boxers and then ten pairs of boxer briefs. I think you should, son. You're still growing. When I was your age, I wore both. They all felt the same after a while."

I'd never thought about it that way and said. "Okay. I'll get ten of the same brands, but in boxer briefs." It was a very good shopping day for me and I was really horny after that.

My dad then went on a spending spree himself and bought ten pairs of sexy Arrow boxers. I loved it. It was great. I couldn't wait to see him in them.

Acting puzzled, I asked, "Dad, you are getting boxers?"

"Yeah, son. Why?"

I said, "Well, I just thought that you out grew them."

"No, I always had boxers," he said, "But, I haven't over these past two years, because it wasn't so comfortable with my hernia."

At last, we paid for all our underwear and left the store. Back in the truck, I wanted to jump up and down in my seat. I wanted to jump my dad! I kept wondering how he would react if I touched his sexy leg. Would he get aroused? Hell, I decided to find out.

During the ride, dad made me laugh by tickling me. I was attacking him back but in the knee. He was driving, after all. "Hey, this isn't fair," I complained. "You're driving and I can't tickle you in the ribs."

So, I decided to go for his package. There's no way he could expect it...and I wouldn't be made out as being gay. I went for his crotch, grabbed it and pinched.

"Ouch!" he yelped and started to laugh. "That was a clever idea to reach there I wasn't expecting it."

I was in absolute heaven. Dad's manly package was huge and touching it made me so horny. I was especially grateful that he never realized I was gay.

After a short drive, I was excited to be home. I hoped to experiment more and asked "Dad, what should we do now?"

He said, "Well son, I think we should just talk and bond. I really want to talk with you."

My excited could hardly be contained and I said, "Great!"

We both went upstairs. Dad walked to his room and put his boxers away. I did the same with my new treasures. After carefully organizing all my fantastic new boxers, I went to my father's room and watched him put his underwear away.

I was shocked when dad turned to ask, "Son, can I have your old boxers? I want to see if I fit in them."

"Sh...sh...Sure. If you want them," I stammered. Was this really happening? Was my father really going to park his cock in the same place my boyish dick had drooled so much during puberty? Oh, my god!

I ran to my room and grabbed the ten old pairs of boxers that I had. I brought them to dad's room. He was in the process of peeling his tight Texan jeans off his hunky frame. He pulled the worn and slightly-faded denims over a pair of manly feet and removed his BVD boxer briefs.

"Give them to me, son," he said and held out his hands. "They might not fit. But, you're a size 31 and I'm still a 32. So, they just might fit."

Blood was rushing to my head and the room seemed to spin. Dizziness soon followed and I had to take a seat on dad's bed, only so I wouldn't swoon from my sexual excitement.

There, at eye level, I could see the penis of so many wetdreams and my own cock shot to rigid attention in my pants. He slipped my old Joe Boxers over his bare torso. They fit tightly. But, they fit. Holy, shit! How could I hide my boner from dad?

"Well, son," he asked, "What do you think?"

I eked out only one word between panting breaths, "Sexy." Oh, dad, can you read my nasty thoughts?

He was clearly happy to have my old boxer underwear. So, he put them all into his drawer and closed it. He then returned to his worn boxer briefs and jeans, pulled them back on and zipped himself up.

"Son, let's talk," he said softly. He joined me on the bed and we began to talk. We talked lot's of stuff. He wanted to know how school was going and I wanted to learn how work was treating him. I was continually leaning toward this prefect specimen of manhood, when he abruptly switched the conversation. He wanted to know if I had any girlfriends.

Of course, I said, "No." But, I couldn't resist talking to my Texan god of a father about sex and underwear. "Dad, what kind of underwear did grandpa wear?" I wondered aloud.

"Well son, he wore boxers," dad recalled. "Believe it or not, back in those days briefs were seen as a sign of infertility and my father was not that kind of a man."

I was fully prepared to seduce my own father. So, I began to ask ever more personal questions and inched closer to him. At whimpered, "Dad...please." I leaned for him and grabbed his face. I gave him a gigantic passionate kiss and planted my tongue deep inside his sexy Roman mouth.

"Ugh...ahh...jezuz," dad blubbered. "Son, what are you doing?"

He seemed a frightened by my boldness and I told him, "Dad, I'm gay. I want you so badly and I can't stand it anymore. I want you to hold me and have sex with me. We're father and son...we belong together. You are so sexy. I love you and your body. I want to hold you and for you to hold me back." I blurted my secret desires so fast I could hardly breathe after. I wanted him to take me.

"Dad, take me with your muscled Texan body, please," I was begging and didn't give a damn. "I want you."

Hid reply was as a breathy whisper, "SonI don't know what to say. II'm simply speechless.

"Dad, please take me totally." I intoned. "I am scared and so alone. I need someone to love me...I need you!" I could hardly get it all out. It was trapped in an avalanche of raw emotion.

My smart & sexy father took the lead. He was about to become my real-life god "Son, just...relax," he murmured. Everything will be okay" I had no clue what he was about to do. But, my shuddering body was ready for just about anything.

Dad stood up and walked around to my side of the bed. "Just stay still," he whispered and my body shivered. He put is Roman hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed. I was lying flat on my back. I didn't know what might happen next. Who cares? It was so sexy. I was about to truly become my daddy's boy. My cock was throbbing so very hard out it became downright painful

"Son," he said with such power. "I knew I would one day have to have this talk with you. Are you gay?"

I replied with no hesitation, "Yes!" I began to gush years of pent up love and emotion, "I have no one, dad. Maybe it's not the way things were meant to be. But, I need a strong man like you. Dad, please just take me. I love you!"

He was staring at me in dead silence. I had no clue what he was thinking. It felt like a century. Finally, he rose out of his chair and padded slowly toward me. I was now sitting up on the bed. I couldn't get my thoughts in order and my heart pumped uncontrollably. Dad came closer and closer until he was just two inches from my lips. I could actually feel his heated breath on my face. He was now so close to my lips and whispered, "Son, this is...notrrr..."

I heard my father take a final breathe before he laid his lips firmly upon mine. My body quivered with. We began to kiss with unleashed passion. He held my face and I held his We rolled on top of each other on the bed and it felt like the hottest porn movie ever filmed.

"...right." My dad had finally completed his sentence during our long incandescent kiss.

I started to unbutton his blue polo shirt. I got to the last button. He rose up and took it off. I descended upon his Roman chest. I felt it all over. I was in such heaven. He began to moan and suddenly was tearing at the buttons of my shirt. Frustrated, by the silly fasteners, he ripped the shirt off and buttons flew all over the lust-filled bedroom where I was conceived.

"Okay, sonnow it's time to play it my way," he commanded. "Here is how your father likes it."

He unbuttoned my pants, stripped me of my boxers and was towering over me. I leaned forward and went for the throbbing bulge in his khakis. He moaned again his pants had trapped his rempant cock.

My nervous fingers at last worked the zipper and his boxer-encased manhood sprang towards me. Nearly transfixed, I moaned, "Oh, god...your boxers are so sexy, dad. I love you! I want your dick. I can't wait any longer." I grabbed it in both shaking hands and aimed it toward my drooling mouth. I engulfed my father's cock deep into my throat in one swift motion. Salty precum was already leaking from the turgid head. There was no way my man could last very long.

He groaned, "Aaahh! Soon! That's it...okay. Your mouth feels so good." Dad began to wail like a banshee and buck his rigid meat into my hungry maw. He groaned several more times before going down on me. "Lets taste what your dad made, son." he demanded.

My dad's soft warm lips swallowed every rigid inch of my young prong. "Ohh, dad. I love you. I can't believe this. I need you, dad. Please swallow you boy's cock." His slurping and sucking could be heard above my cries. "Ahhh...dad...take all of me!" I gasped. "I belong to you and your my boxer-lovin' dad." I screamed and he pinched my nipples. I was in dad-loving, underwear-fetish heaven.

My father grabbed me and flipped me around with all his strength. Dad was about to claim my virgin boyhole. He sent me to get a condom from the drawer. I ripped the foil open with my teeth and sheathed the prong that made me. I spit into my hand and rubbed the hot goo into my twitching and hole. At last. I straddled his masculine frame and he thrust his big Texan dick in to my asshole and watched me try to scream. My face was a rictus of pain and delight.

"Fuck me, dad," I begged. Our first dad-son fuck couldn't last long. We were just too damned turned on.

In near unison, we cried, "Ohh, god. I've gotta cum. Ohhh, shit. Here it cums." Dad unleashed load after load into my ass...and I could feel every throb of his orgasm.

"Whew," I moaned as dad pulled his slowly deflating dick from my cum-filled hole.

"Why did we wait so long, son?" he asked as he pulled me tightly to his sweaty chest.

Nothing would ever be the same at our house. From then on, dad and I always shared our boxer shorts...and our bedroom.