Dad and I were on the way to our cottage where we’d stay for the weekend. Sitting next to him I was wondering what we would do when we got there, of course a huge erection grew inside my pants.
I took my dick out and Dad looked at me: “You too, huh?”
With one hand he unzipped his pants and showed me his rock-hard dick. ”I have an idea, son.” Daddy then took a detour on the road and soon we were in a desert place.
We left the car, Dad’s cock bouncing in the air. My mouth filled with saliva at this sight. If there’s something that turns me on is to pay a quick blowjob to my father when he’s all dressed, just his dick out.
We hid in the woods and I got on my knees, I looked at his hard meat and then to Dad’s eyes. ”How I love this” I say, holding his dick with my hand in a tight grip, precum was leaking from the tip and I used my fingers to spread it around my father’s cock, letting it slippery and hard, very hard.
“Oh, I know, Jake.” Dad says, as I put his cock in my eager mouth. “But not as much as I love when you suck me off.”
He grabbed my ears and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. The feel of his long, thick cock reaching my throuth made me shiver, at one point all of it was inside my mouth, and my nose was rubbing Daddy’s belt.
“Get ready for a big load, Jake!” Dad said, groaning and pushing his cock deeper.
His legs trembled and he exploded in my throat, Daddy pulled back his dick so I could taste his cum filling my mouth.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010MY FIRST JOCKSTRAP... One man's story
There are certain passages of becoming a man, one of them no doubt, is your first jockstrap.
I can remember vividly my first week of Jr. High School gym class. We all were told we needed to purchase a required uniform, which was issued by the school, which consisted of heather gray shorts and a T shirt with the schools name... in addition we were told we needed to by a jock strap. I really didn't even know what a jockstrap was. I had no older brothers and I really never participated in pee wee sports as a kid.
I remember mentioning it to my Dad and he told me he'd take me to the store to pick one out.
I have to admit that I was a bit scared yet excited at the same time.
On Saturday morning we drove to the local Valley Fair department store. This was one of those great places pre-WalMart where you could find just about anything... We went to the sporting goods dept. and there on one of those pegboards were the athletic supporters. There were a few brands to choose from. My first, FLARICO. In doing some research, they are still around today. Apparently the company has been around since the late 1800's. Anyway, I had no idea what size to get, etc. I was told you go by the size of your waist, and they were supped to fit "snug". At 11 1/2 I was around a mens' small, so that's what my Dad pulled off the pegboard. In addition, he purchased a large one, for himself.
We ventured home. I was a bit excited at the idea of trying it on to say the least! When we got back, he said to try it on to check the fit as they sometimes could run small. It wasn't like you could try them on in the store! I said, "I wasn't sure exactly how to put it on". "That's the reason I bought one", he replied... "I'll show ya."
Dad was not the shy type, and we had changed in front of each other for the pool, but this was a bit different to say the least. We opened the packages together. I could remember the smell of the new fabric. Like clean linen. At that point he removed his shoes, his jeans and then his boxers. All I could think was that his penis was huge. It hung about 6 inches long, and the head, unlike mine was sheathed with a heavy foreskin. It swung along with his golf ball sized nuts as he was getting into the strap.
It was then my turn. I quickly stripped down, and rushed to put it on for fear I'd pop a boner. I got i on just in the nick of time. As soon as I felt the fabric of the strap on by cock and balls, I immediately started to get aroused.
This was the beginning of my lifetime of fascination with straps, cups and supporters of all kinds...!
The feeling of a cock pulsing in my mouth only to then taste the delicious seed. That seed of life that you make deep within your balls...
Introduction
I can remember vividly my first week of Jr. High School gym class. We all were told we needed to purchase a required uniform, which was issued by the school, which consisted of heather gray shorts and a T shirt with the schools name... in addition we were told we needed to by a jock strap. I really didn't even know what a jockstrap was. I had no older brothers and I really never participated in pee wee sports as a kid.
I remember mentioning it to my Dad and he told me he'd take me to the store to pick one out.
I have to admit that I was a bit scared yet excited at the same time.
On Saturday morning we drove to the local Valley Fair department store. This was one of those great places pre-WalMart where you could find just about anything... We went to the sporting goods dept. and there on one of those pegboards were the athletic supporters. There were a few brands to choose from. My first, FLARICO. In doing some research, they are still around today. Apparently the company has been around since the late 1800's. Anyway, I had no idea what size to get, etc. I was told you go by the size of your waist, and they were supped to fit "snug". At 11 1/2 I was around a mens' small, so that's what my Dad pulled off the pegboard. In addition, he purchased a large one, for himself.
We ventured home. I was a bit excited at the idea of trying it on to say the least! When we got back, he said to try it on to check the fit as they sometimes could run small. It wasn't like you could try them on in the store! I said, "I wasn't sure exactly how to put it on". "That's the reason I bought one", he replied... "I'll show ya."
Dad was not the shy type, and we had changed in front of each other for the pool, but this was a bit different to say the least. We opened the packages together. I could remember the smell of the new fabric. Like clean linen. At that point he removed his shoes, his jeans and then his boxers. All I could think was that his penis was huge. It hung about 6 inches long, and the head, unlike mine was sheathed with a heavy foreskin. It swung along with his golf ball sized nuts as he was getting into the strap.
It was then my turn. I quickly stripped down, and rushed to put it on for fear I'd pop a boner. I got i on just in the nick of time. As soon as I felt the fabric of the strap on by cock and balls, I immediately started to get aroused.
This was the beginning of my lifetime of fascination with straps, cups and supporters of all kinds...!
The feeling of a cock pulsing in my mouth only to then taste the delicious seed. That seed of life that you make deep within your balls...IntroductionWashington is often compared to Los Angeles—more specifically, Washington is often compared to Hollywood. I have even heard Washington called “Hollywood for the ugly”. Having spent a great deal of time in Southern California, I have to say that in many ways the comparison is apt.
Sex is an important element in the makeup of both Washington and Hollywood. Though power is an aphrodisiac in Hollywood, it is more so in Washington. And, gay sex is as rampant in Washington as it is anywhere-again, maybe more so—Hollywood included.
Given its history, it should not be surprising that sex, including sex between men, is such a common component of the machinery of our nation’s capital.
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Before the Civil War, Washington was a city composed up of a relatively small number of career politicians, a limited bureaucratic class, merchants who catered to them and a sizable number of freed slaves. As in most cities of modest size at that time, there were a number of brothels to serve the local population, the politicians and visitors who came to do the government’s business when Congress was in session.
With the onset of the Civil War, Washington was flooded with new arrivals. Many were called to wear the uniform of the armed services. Many more were called to take up posts within the newly expanding government departments and offices and many, like today, were people trying to sell things and ideas to the government. Almost all of these new Washingtonians were men—single men or men away from their spouses for months or even years at a time.
As the number of potential patrons soared, so did the number of brothels and the women who provided services in them. Unofficial Washington history also documents a number of services catering to men who enjoyed the company of other men. In rough and tumble Washington of the 1860’s, the sex trade operated in the open.
Following the Civil War, city fathers, at the insistence of some members of Congress disturbed by the licentiousness of the war era, cracked down on the sex trade without intending to stifle it altogether.
Although businesses dealing in sex went more or less underground, sex was easy to enough to find. Information traveled along an efficient network of gentlemen employed on Capitol Hill and in the offices of the government. A letter of introduction in veiled language or a card was all that was needed for a politician, bureaucrat, member of the diplomatic corps, admiral or general to be admitted into an establishment offering whatever sexual pleasure he desired at a price.
With the coming of two world wars and the shaky peace between them, the experience of the Civil War years was repeated on a larger scale. Immediately prior to World War II, single men reportedly outnumbered single women in the District three to one. Rooming houses cropped up to house them, restaurants were launched to feed them, and brothels opened their doors to entertain and service them. In the company of so many men, private clubs and other businesses were launched to cater to the city’s growing gay clientele.
Since the end of World War II, Washington has grown, spreading like a wildfire far into the Maryland and Virginia countryside. It has become wealthier, more sophisticated and diverse.
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Despite the demographic changes, one thing has not changed—Washington is still a city with a voracious appetite for sex. It doesn’t matter which party holds the White House or a majority in Congress (although, time has proven that Republican administrations are better for my business), sex sells well in the District of Columbia and its environs.
There are the cheap flophouses in Southeast Washington and near Capitol Hill specializing in quick sex for a few dollars. There are the street walkers and hookers in Southeast who sell themselves for the next fix. There are the bored housewives in Northwest, Bethesda and Vienna who turn tricks in their homes after the children head off to school. There are massage parlors, Turkish baths and other bath houses. There are sex clubs and orgy rooms. Yet, the number of clients of these establishments probably pales in comparison to the number of casual hook-ups that occur each day between strangers—men and women, men and men, and women and women—who meet by chance in government buildings, restaurants, shops, elevators, on the Metro or passing on the street.
Finally, hidden among the monuments, historical places, solemn buildings housing the government bureaucracy, the gated and guarded embassies and along the tree lined streets, are well-heeled establishments providing discrete and unique sexual pleasures for those who are able to pay for them.
After twenty years in military service to our nation, I opened a business catering to men within the highest ranks of our government, the diplomatic corps, the military, and Washington society. I provide them with the services of handsome, well-built, and informed men. Although there are businesses that hawk the services of escorts throughout the metropolitan area, I am the only one who provides men of the highest competence with men of the highest quality.
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| You have received HUNT because you requested to receive email updates from Falcon Studios, Raging Stallion, or affiliated companies. ©2011 Christopher Ward Enterprises, LLC. All Rights Reserved. 18 U.S.C. §2257 Compliant. Custodian of Records, Falcon Studios & Raging Stallion Studios, 1155 Mission Street, San Francisco, CA 94103 1-800-227-3717 Please add reply-102081@up0.net to your safe sender list to ensure that HUNT is delivered to your inbox.http://www.xtube.com/paid_channels/play.php?v=VE5v06BjDLo&dv=MWVN8xKlnCB&cl=Z4Kvk2lyCn_&view_type=preview 4. Seminal vesicles milkingOnly when the prostate gland seems completely drained, should a milker perform the milking of the bull’s seminal vesicles. This is not something a milkee can do alone. Most people have a thumb long enough to milk their prostate gland, but only a few can reach his own seminal vesicles, which lie above the prostate gland. The seminal vesicles play a great role in male semen production: they secrete approximately 60% of the seminal fluid. This helps us understand the importance of their drainage. The seminal vesicles massage is a very strange feeling, and it can produce many types of emotions or reactions. If the bull is really aroused, it can drive him to the orgasm. So it is important to proceed to milk these glands only when the prostate gland has been already milked. Because the prostate gland requires some minutes to become engorged again, this helps to prevent an involuntary orgasm. A good description of the location of the seminal vesicles can be found in Benders’ article (pics can be found on this page of Wikipedia). It’s helpful if the milker has long fingers. It’s better if he use two fingers, index and middle, together. When the fingertips go beyond the prostate gland and reach the seminal vesicles. They are two clearly recognizable bulges which, starting from the prostate gland, spread sideways and more deeply. The touch should start from the top and moving towards the prostate gland. A light touch is sufficient to squeeze the fluids of seminal vesicles into the urethra, so don’t be surprised if the first time you try this kind of massage you’ll see thick drops of seminal fluid flow out from bull’s penis before you realize that you are touching just his seminal vesicles. When the first drops have spilled out, you can milk these two glands with more vigor. It requires only a few minutes since seminal vesicles can be drained more quickly than a prostate gland. They should produce at least half of the seminal fluid contained in a natural ejaculation.  http://howtomilkabull.blogspot.com/ | ||||||||||||||||||||
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