Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2014 23:48:53 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Tales from the Male Bag - Tummy to Tummy

TALES FROM THE MAILBAG: TUMMY TO TUMMY
By Jock, as told to Zachyboy

(M/b, incest, oral, anal)

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On with the show: "Tales from the Male Bag" are true-life stories from
people who send me letters. Sometimes their experiences are just too good
not to share. These stories are reprinted here in their own words and with
their full permission. I'm just grateful to have a hot little piece of
their real-life history to share with you.

This first one is from my friend Jock. He read the first chapters of my
story, "It Started with His Undies," and he said, "Come on man, get it in
him. I was sitting on my daddy's dick by the time I was 10, and loving it!"
Well, who wouldn't want more details with a lead-in like that one? I asked
him to share his story, and this is what he told me. Enjoy!

"My dad was a big man. He was big even when I stood next to him as an
adult. I never measured him or his "thing" but he was big and so was
it. When he would put my hand in his, my hand was lost. His feet were
big. I would put his shoes on over my own and clomp around telling him that
when I got big, I would have shoes his size. I never got to his shoe size.

"He was very hairy. I wish I had not inherited that from him, but I did. I
also inherited his kinky soul! He had kind gentle eyes that would on
occasion would flare into steely gray. He never hit me, I was too worried I
would disappoint him to have him get mad at me. And he never did. That
doesn't mean he didn't get mad about things. When he did, I got all puffed
up and was proud he was my father. After all, I was my father's son.

"When I was very, very young my dad took me up to the family farm where he
raised me alone.

"He told me about how when I was little, I fussed a lot, and when I did, he
put me on his nips to suck to keep me quiet. Well, as I got older and
turned 10, his nips must have been sore, so he let me play with his big
cock instead, and eventually I would be working his foreskin with my mouth.

"That made him hard and would cum looking down at me sucking his dick
skin. He said I loved his daddy milk. I worked up to his cock head and
would fall asleep with his cock in my mouth. I did this most all my
life. Nursed on his cock in my sleep. I still sleep deep under the
blankets, but sadly no cock to nurse!

"He would say to me how he knew just how to make me "shoot blanks."
Honestly though, he knew how to make me cum so many different ways, it's
hard to figure out which was the best. I think that one of the best was
very early on. He told me he would lay on his back, and put me right on top
of him, facing down. We would call our game "tummy to tummy."

"He would take his lubed cock and rub it up and down my ass crack. I would
feel his cock get my "hiney" all wet from his precum. When he would get
close, he would put his cock up to my hole and we would see if he could
"keep from wasting it," and he'd get his cum to shoot in my asshole. Well,
it took lots of practice, and we practiced a lot!

"Another thing he would do in those times was lay me on my tummy with a
pillow under me. He would lay down on his stomach between my legs and eat
my ass, finger me, and generally make me crazy. I would dry cum over and
over, especially when I learned to relax enough for his fingers to go
inside me easily and hit my boy button.

"Sucking my set into his mouth was another good thing. See? I can't even
tell you which was the best. My dad was into me and he loved me big
time. And I loved him needless to say. He was into my asshole big time
too. When he started getting his cockhead inside me when we played "tummy
to tummy" I would want to go down more on it. I felt like it belonged
there. I begged him to let me take it all, but he told me I had to be a big
boy to be able to do that.

"Dad told me I had to be a big boy to get a bigger bike too. Guess what? I
got one for my birthday! And his cock! I'm sure you'd rather hear about my
new bike, but I'll tell you about getting his cock instead.

"My birthdays were always something special because it was totally about
me. We really didn't have family we associated with. Cousins and the
like. But, we did have three very good friends who were my dad's roommates
and co-workers during WWII. They would come up to our small town and visit
on the weekends and we all would "play cards." Our code word for "play."

"Let me back up a bit and tell you about them. My "uncles" were just
average looking, but they were hotter than 3 two-dollar pistols.

"Dad met them in the munitions plant he worked in, and they all found out
that they had a lot more in common than being army rejects. My dad's
problem was his bad knees. I once asked him about why his knees were so
bad. He said with a straight face, "I liked being on them too much!"

"After the war, the guys would come up and visit us and the four of them
would get into a big orgy and I would just be around. I DID get in on the
action too, you know. Are you crazy? I wouldn't miss messing around with
four horny men! Of course they always knew about Dad and me.

"What I didn't do was get fucked. Yet. That was about to happen, soon. I
had sucked them a lot and of course they sucked my tool too. They were
rather turned on by the novelty of having their good friend's son to play
with. But, back to the story.

"I knew we were going to have a birthday party, it was a given. The guys
were to come up the weekend after my birthday and that was the day we were
going to celebrate.

"Dad surprised me with our own celebration as my birthday was during the
weekday. I got my bike!! THAT'S when I reminded him of his promise to let
me take all of his cock when I was a big boy and of course the bike said I
was a big boy!

"After we ate dinner we went in and took a bath. Dad gave me an enema, and
I felt so ready. Ready for his cock, Ready to be a big boy. We went into
the living room and I sat on his lap, facing him. We kissed for what seemed
like hours. At one point I was on the floor on my tummy with his face
buried in my hole.

"I was so turned on and ready for a screaming dry orgasm, he picked me up
and lay on his back and I was straddling over his hips. His cock was
dripping precum. I knew, I could feel it sliming on my butt as it pulsed! I
reached back, held on to it and set it at that special hole. I kind of held
it as he pushed a bit. I can't remember all the details, but I was so
incredibly turned on. I was going to get my dad's cock after all this
waiting.

"The head popped in. Not a new feeling, but from that angle, it WAS new. It
felt as wonderful as my young mind imagined it would be. Then it
happened. Dad's cock was sliding ever so slowly into me. I felt the huge
stuffed feeling I was waiting for. I was waiting for pain too. Nothing. No
pain. I guessed I had learned how to relax my asshole. All I could feel was
the immense orgasm waving over me, time after time.

"I guess I kind of swooned, and the next thing I knew Dad was sitting up
holding me from moving one way or another. I looked at him and I saw he was
scared. I was in heaven and he was scared! We stayed that way for a while
and he kept telling me to let him take it out. I wouldn't have it. I loved
it. I started crying for all the emotion and pleasure in my body.

"He let me be for a while telling me how much he loved me and how he was
not going to do anything more than what we already did. Actually, truth be
told, I knew he had cum big time! I could feel his cum running down my
leg. I came again, this time as he was taking it out. I knew my butt was
made for fucking for sure! I think I have to end this here as my pee-pee is
wet! Dad always called it my "pee-pee" and his was his COCK. Mine still is
my pee-pee.

"And remember I told you the guys were coming for the weekend? Well they
did, and I got a repeat and more, just for them to see! That I'll tell you
about another time."

"Sincerely, Jock"

----- Thanks, Jock, for kicking off a new series that will hopefully grow
like the you-know-whatters boinging up from between everybody's legs.
Friends, you can write to Jock via my email address below and I'll be sure
to forward him your notes. He'd love to hear what you think.

Anybody else want your stories featured in "Tales from the Male Bag," send
me your notes and memories and let's work together to clean them up and
share them with the Nifty kingdom! I'd love to work on a piece with
you. Literally!

Keep stroking!
Love, Zach.