Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:55:19 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Dad's Boys Club 14-15

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Chapter Fourteen

 Final approach: Dad into the club


After fantastic weekend at the motel, Lou explained it all to me and it'll
be much easier to follow here if it's told from Lou's standpoint.

As a teacher and a coach I (Lou) was conducting an extra curricular course
for new coaches on umpiring skills. At the first session I was checking off
attendees and was shocked to see the last name of my nephew Larry's
boyfriend.  I repeated it just to be sure it was right and it was but for
what ever reason I didn't pursue it any further and in the end, that was a
very wise decision---as you'll see.

His name is Bud and we made an immediate connection.  We were kindred
spirits in more that sports and you'll see where that gets us.  One of the
sessions was how to handle intrusive, dominating, parents.  During one of
the breaks Bud expanded that subject by asked me for advise about abusive
parents, especially fathers, and because we'd become fairly good friends he
felt comfortable in talking, asking, about such intimate matters.

In very graphic terms he said how his father had tried to put a hit on him,
trying to get him to suck his cock and let him suck his, Bud's, cock.

Bud explained how close they were with every sport being their common
interest and how much he adored his father but this thing repulsed him: The
thought of have sex with his own father! He shoved his dad from the bench
they were sitting on in a locker room, emphatically stating that he was
interested in, and ONLY in, the opposite sex, female!

The guy was actively perusing that avenue.  He had a sting of at least 6
chicks he was dating at the same time and took pleasure in telling me about
the many times he'd fuck them one after the other at different times on the
same weekend.  That was another thing we had in common: Our amazing sex
drive, stamina.

I set him up with a friend who was able to turn him into a male prostitute.
He was able to make a grand a weekend for doing what he wanted to do
anyway.  He had a yellow Jaguar convertible to prove it.  His mom and dad
never knew how he got it or how he could afford it on a teacher's salary.
He did say that he and his dad were cordial but they never went to anymore
sport games together.

This new coach and kindred spirit are still friends but our schedules don't
allow for much contact and if he ever does discover our true relationship,
I know that will be the end of that friendship.  But when it comes to this
level of sexual interests and attachments, one learns, sometimes the hard
way, the price of being discovered in what we really do. That's the price
we all have to pay and pay we do.

                         + +

My head was spinning as I realized that we just might have another
candidate for the `Boys Club' and if I could pull it off, it will be the
piece de resistance of my whole career.

In one of the many conversations with this coach, I learned that his dad
was also a contractor and that gave me an idea for getting his dad involved
without exposing myself.

As a mere teacher-coach, I didn't have much authority or influence, but
through a friendship with a custodian

(who by way of introduction for another chapter, was the one who put
together the harvesting operation that allowed me to attain great
quantities of piss and shit from the auditoriums
         men's washrooms.)

he was able to get this contractors' company entered in the bidding process
for something structural to be done at a school building in my
district. There was just one hang up---point of blow up---in this whole
scenario and I had to cover that first.

Question was the sameness of last names.  Would this contractor recognize
Al's last name when I introduced him to Al, as being the same last name of
his other son's boyfriend---me?

Lou spent time with Larry and me asking about how much Bud's dad knew or
remembered about my friendship with Larry, without going into details about
why I wanted to know.  I assured him that dad was very poor at names,
address' and phone numbers.  He counted on mom to remember all those and to
send out all birthday and Christmas cards.  He even had trouble remembering
his own office girl's last name---which was a difficult one.

Without exposing my hand, I made a strong request that the last name of
Larry's friend be not used.  And it never was.

While it took months of cordial meetings, they did get on with one another
as Al had tickets to every sports game and the other contractor, the new
candidate, didn't.  Al took him to several sports games where he made every
overture to suggest that he too was into incest (without actually saying
that) and it finally paid off.  While at a bar, commiserating over the
stupid loss of that day's game, Al---fanning drunkenness, said,

"I'm outta here; I'm going to head home and fuck someone."

"Someone?.....the potential candidate said...."You have a choice?"

"Yea.....I guess ya could say that.  My wife has a long, self controlled
period and most of the time, just when I'm the horniest, she's on the rag.

"My son caught me whackin' off at such a time and before I could get to
him, he was up in his room.  I cleaned myself up and went to his room.
Surprisingly his door was open and I saw him on his desk chair, with his
pants down around his ankles, jackin' off. He was 12 at the time.  Before I
could begin to apologize he said,

"Can ya help me with this?  I can't make it shoot", removing his
hand---leaving his 5" cock standing at attention.

My jaw dropped as I closed the door behind me, saying,

"Yea.....I'm sure I can help.  Have ya had trouble before?  How long have
ya be able to do this?

Larry: "For about a year now and I'm getting' better and better at it.  All
I have to do is think about you and your cock and the way you play with it
and mommy sucks it."

Father: "You're telling me you want me to suck your cock and you want to
suck mine?"

Larry: "Yea....like mommy does. She must swallow it.  Guess that's how
babies are made. I don't want a baby, I just wanna taste what yours' tastes
like."

Father" "It'll be my pleasure but first, that's not how babies are made.
We'll go over that another time.  I'll gladly show you how and why mommy
sucks me off. I'm a good coach-trainer."


                         + +


And that's how it all got started and we've been at it for almost two
years.  He satisfies me and I coach, satisfy him, but he always wants more
than I can deliver.  He wants to do it over and over again.

"Tonight I'm sure it's gonna be my son that I fuck.  I feel just that honey
and drunk.  You're welcome to come and watch.  He's said he always wants
his friend to watch us doing it and I'm sure he'd love having you watch me
fuck him."

"You're fucking outta your head....ya can't do that!  It's illegal. It's
against the law," the candidate said with indignation.

"Who's law?"  What right does society have to tell me how to raise and
train my own child....especially when it's with his agreement....NO with
his request.  He's never complained about being harmed, hurt or abused,"
was the Al's strong rebuttal.

He then left, completely sober, leaving the candidate to contemplate all
that had just been said.

It was at their next game, a week later, that the candidate brought up the
subject, asking,

"How did it go last week: Was it your son or wife?"

"My son....he's getting better and better at it. He'd heard the results of
the game and hoped I'd be pissed off enough to fuck him for a long time.
With my wife, we're through in 10 minutes; this time he was ready and I was
more than ready and we fucked all night long.  I slept in his room as I had
to get up early for work and I fucked him while he was still asleep.  When
I was taking a shower, he came in and drank my piss and then went back to
bed but couldn't sleep so he got up and did some homework and went on to
school."

(I had this wicked image of him getting to class late, looking like hell
and his teacher asking him if he was alright.  He'd have to tell the
truth.... `My dad kept me up all night, fuckin' me!')

                         + +


Al then asked him some very blunt questions: He was told how he had lusted
after the magnificence of his son's well developed, athletic body.  He knew
it was wrong but it had gone on for such a long time that he simply lost it
in that locker room.  He was humiliated and tried to apologize but it was
no use.  His son had pegged him as a pervert and that was the end of their
intimate relationship.

His son said, "Don't EVER touch me again!  I think you're sick and need
help.  I'll never say a word to anyone unless I hear that you've touched my
brother and then I'll blow the whistle and you'll loose everything---your
family and your business."

Al was sympathetic, putting his arm around the father's shoulder, saying

"I understand.  I've heard the same story from several guys.  What ya
should have done is set it up; make trial runs to see if and when there is
interest or curiosities on the other person's, child's, part. If there's
the slightest curiosity, and there usually is, explain the options and
responsibilities.  Let him think he's old enough to make such major
decisions.  You might suggest his asking his mother or minister but I'll
bet he chooses his father over those `strangers' and Al continued with,

"I belong to a private `Boy's Club' that only the most discreet, honorable,
men can qualify for or belong to.  They have to demonstrate their ability
to have sex with a consenting child.  From then on....lustful sex is
available without fear or recrimination."

The candidate said, "That would really solve my problem.  I don't want to
kidnap a kid from a school yard.  I don't wanna make a child scream or cry.
I just wanna have them love me and I love them."

Al agreed with him saying, "Believe me, I speak from the same experience
and once you've tasted a virgin tight teenager's ass or had his mouth
around your cock, you'll never be satisfied with a worn out vagina."

"Where do I sign up?  How does it work....happen?"

Al gave him the procedure:

"There are just a few ridged rules: Ya have to sign a solemn agreement of
complete confidentiality; Ya have to be recorded having sex with a
consulting child and ya have to pay your part in the clubs
operation....about $50 a meeting."

"I can do that, but I don't know a kid I could fuck."

"Well....I do....."

"WHO?...."

"My son.  He'd love it; I'd love it; YOU"D LOVE IT !!!!!"

The candidate was speechless.  He fell into the lounge chair with his
fingers stroking his forehead , while panting.

"You OK....."

"Yea...it's just that it's all to much....to fast.  I want to and I don't
want to."

"Well....when you're ready, let me know and I'll set it up.  It has to be
your decision and yours alone.  I swear, no one will every hear any of this
from me." Al said as they left the sports stadium and headed for their own
trucks.

That conversation, the potential planning, had set Al's cock into overdrive
and on the long ride home, he began to strip until he was completely nude
when he pulled into Lou's garage and went into his apartment, stark naked.

Lou was asleep but he entered his brother-in-laws bedroom and shook him
saying,

"Lou....I need you....I need you bad!"

Lou knew that pleading, urgent voice; we've all heard it more than once;
when you're so honey that you'll split a gut if you don't get immediate
relief.

As Lou has often said, `Been there.....done that' and then he slid his
naked body over the edge of the mattress, offering him the needed hole that
would relieve a frustrated father's sexual tension.  They fucked fast and
furiously!

Lou didn't like being awakened from a sound sleep as it would take him time
to get back to sleep and he had a full class load the next day.  But what
he did like was the urgency and forcefulness of that kind of fucking!  A
little bit like getting smacked in the face while being held by
others...bringing out the masochism and sadistic ness in each partner.

"Now that you're fully awake, Al explained with the same degree of urgency,

"I'm sure I have a new candidate for our `Boy's Club'.  You were right on
and now you, we, have to plan the next step!"

Time pasted slowly and Al was beginning to loose his confidence in his
powers of persuasion. It wasn't one of his best skills in business either.
Selling someone on the idea of fucking a kid, maybe their son, even though
you knew that's exactly what they wanted to do.  Al just knew how this
father felt and how frustrated he was.  The same urges he'd tried to deal
with for years with no help in dealing with them.

The next chance meeting between Al, one contractor and the candidate,
another contractor, was at the monthly union meeting which Al conducted and
which the candidate rarely attended.  In private, all he could say was,

"I wanna join your club.  Can ya set it up!?"

Having waited this long and fearing the father might still chicken out, Al
jumped at the chance and said,

"Great. Yes. Tomorrow, Monday evening...at my house."

He'd been there several times before when they went to sports games
together but neither his son nor wife were ever there.  Monday evenings
were Angle's canasta nights out and they'd have several hours of privacy.

After the union meeting, Al essentially told his son Larry, that he had
another favor to ask of him.  Larry was thrilled when his dad said such
things because it usually involved some new, exciting, sex thing.

Would he join him in a three way with a friend, a possible new candidate
for their club: What ya have to do is beg this guy, this father, to let you
suck his huge cock.  Hopefully this father would ask to suck yours and if
everything goes as hoped, maybe he'd even ask to fuck you!

Al explained to his son that he had to ask enthusiastically as the man was
still on the fence about doing all this and while not wanting to put added
pressure on his young son, he let him know that he'd be the major player
and that if Larry could convince him that it was alright and a perfectly
normal thing to do, at least in their house, that the many would want to
join.

                         + +

That night they were all set.  The father-canidate was right on time......a
very good sign.  He was eagerly greeted and introduced to his
son...omitting names.  The stark nakedness of the magnificent 15 year old
(Ya all know how beautiful he is) just standing there right in front of
him, forced the father's heart to leap in wild anticipation.

"I'll leave you two to your own devises," and left the room.  Larry knew
what he had to do; he knew the routine from the last experience.

"Let's go to my room where there's more comfort and privacy," though he
didn't close the door behind him.

He eagerly helped the father strip off his cloths and there were a lot of
them, considering that Larry and his father wore as little as possible.
Larry began to play with, explore, the guys equip-ment.......his monstrous
prick, saying,

"Wow...that's a real whopper....hope I'll be able to help you get it off?
Hope you'll be patient with me; I haven't had all that much experience,"
which is a laugh, since he's been sucking, fuckin' with me and Lou and his
dad for over a year.

"Oh...I'll be as gentle and patient as possible.  This is all new to me
also.  I've waited a life time for this and I really want it to happen.  I
want it to last and be a memorable experience for both of us," he sighed as
he guided the youth to his knees in front of his dripping, pre cum,
uncircumcised cock.

Youthful Larry's long tongue moistened the sides of the cock and then slid
back the foreskin, exposing a massive fire helmet cock head with the
largest, deepest, piss slit he'd ever seen.  Immediately the tip of Larry's
tongue slipped into it and spread it apart even further.  Then his moist
lips closed around it and Larry sucked as much of it into his hungry mouth
as he could.  The father put both of his hands on the kids blond, curly
hair, holding his head in one place and ever so slightly began to shove it
deeper into Larry's mouth.

They both moaned in satisfaction. There were a couple of slow thrusts.
Larry had one hand on the father's thigh and with the other, reached for
and found the man's swaying balls.  They were very hairy yet had a very
fresh smell.  Not at all like the stench he was accustomed to from Lou or
his own dad.

The father backed off and Larry squeezed one nut at a time into his sloppy
mouth and began to work them over.  He was really liking the silky softness
of them.  He did the other one and scrapped his tiny teeth along the flesh
as he pulled it outta his mouth.  Then he went back to the function of this
position: sucking that massive, monster, of a cock.

"OH yea....that's it boy.....suck it....take it all."

And as the father offered more and more of it to him, Larry forced his face
further and further on to it.  There was no wiggle room The girth of the
appendage willed his mouth. He was thrilled that he'd been able to take
that much of it, that easily.  `This guy is good; he's patient and
gentle'...thinking to himself as he sucked away.

At the next moment of relaxation, admiring what they'd both been able to
do, Larry offered,

"I can take your load anytime you're ready, or you can butt fuck me with
it.  My dad would like to watch if that's alright with you. He'd like to
see me get fucked by another man; it would really turn him on."

"Sure kid....anything you say....I'm all yours."

"DAD, he says ya can come in a watch."

Immediately his dad was in the room, naked and pulling on his cock. He
flopped into the easy chair with full view of the action.

Larry generously oiled up his boy cunt and the man's fucking rod.  It was
gonna be a stretch to take all that but he was really gonna do his best as
his dad was watching and he did so like making his dad proud of what he
could do. Messaging the massive cock, Larry was comparing it to the
Worcestershire sauce bottle in the frig that he'd fantasized about shoving
up his ass.  This was just about the same size but a little longer.

He'd been prepped by Lou to ride such a piston of a machine by sitting on
it rather than having it shoved into him, doggie style, so he asked the
guy,

"Can I ride it?  Will y lay on my bed and let me squat over it?  I think I
can take it that way.  Once we get it in, if ya wanna flip me over and fuck
the hell outta my ass, ya can."

Suck language coming from a kid, really turned the father on and he
immediately positioned himself across the bed and bent his knees so there'd
be some leaning room as the youth's body slid down and onto his dick.

Al quietly slid his chair so he could see the penetration, while still
playing with his own hard on.  It has already expelled the first amounts of
cum, making it easier to push his skin further and further down his
rod. This hurt so much that he thought he'd rip the skin from his cock head
but it also felt sooo fuckin' good---seeing his son perform this way.

There were a few futile attempts and Larry's dad said,

"Calm down.  Just relax and maybe twist and turn a little, screwing it up
into you body."

And that did the trick.  The first few inches went in easily and
comfortably, with both the fucker and the fuckee sighing in relief.  Larry
had gained such confidence that it was gonna work that he relaxed even more
and twisted even further and sure enough, his young body sank down on the
rest of his cock until he felt his ass sitting on the man's hairy groin.
The lubricant now took over and as the young lad slid up and own on the
rod, the man pushed and pulled his rod in and outta the kids tender ass,
saying,

"OH this is better, MUCH better than any cunt I've ever had.  It's so tight
and solid.  Fells like little hands squeezing my cock from both sides and
jackin' me off."

Larry beamed with pride of accomplishment, looking into the man's face, as
the guy said,

"OH you're one hot fuck.  Ready kid?.... Ready to ride the pony?"


"OH YEA....fuck me."

And he began to hump up and down on the `pony'; faster and faster and
faster.  Deeper and deeper and deeper, until ya could hear the smacking of
his bare ass against the `leather' saddle.  He got soooo tuned on by the
vision in his head that he was actually riding a pony, and he held his hand
out and up into the air as though he was waving his cowboy hat and yelling,
`High HO Silver'.  It must have turned the guy on also.

The candidate took over the controls and began to lift his ass to get as
much of his cock into the kid as he could and in so doing he shot the kid
forward and Larry reached out to catch himself and wound up with the guys
tits in his hands.

His dad liked having them played with roughly so he pinched and twisted
this guys' tits and he too, let out a scream of pleasure.  Larry was no
longer in the squatting position but now had his knees on either side of
the man's waist.  Thus leaving slightly more air room for the fucking
process and now Larry was experiencing the pleasure of the pulling out and
then the rapid injection of a 7" long, almost 2" wide `pony' he was riding.

The man, realizing that the kid could, in fact, take his cock, pulled him
to his chest and breaking the rhythm for a moment, rolled the kid next to
him and then under him.  They'd flipped positions without loosing the
penetration hold.

Automatically, Larry raised his legs as he'd done with his uncle Lou and
me....and now the guys cold deeply and dominantly fuck the hell outta the
kids ass.

The bed was really rockin and poundin' against the wall. Larry reached up
and brought the man's face to his, trying to kiss him, but that didn't work
very well `cause the guy was concentrating on coming!

"Rip me open....tear me apart.... Let my `bleeding period' begin. I want it
all....your monster rod.....your hot cum....deep inside me," Larry chanted.

"I'm ready....I'm gonna shoot....."

And he did.  Time and time again, Larry felt the additional pulsating of
the cock that had filled his body completely.  He'd felt cum in his ass
before but never like this.  It felt a little like he'd taken a swig of
something that he thought was cold only to find out that it was very hot.
He wanted to spit it out but couldn't; the cum just kept on coming and
coming.  Now the fucking part REALLY got easier and easier with that much
lubricant in his channel.

"OOOOOHHHHH this feels SO fuckin' good.  Keep it coming as long as you
can," Larry said with great enthusiasm!


The pressure of such a tight fit of cock and cunt, forced the excess fluids
out of Larry's ass and Al squatted between and under them to lick it all
up.  He was now more than just voyeur he was a willing participant.

The man was exhausted from such a major achievement that he just fell off
Larry and laid on his back next to him.  His eyes were closed but his hand
was reaching for Larry's cock but Al had already fount it and was sucking,
cleaning up more of the mess. Al also had the man's cock in his other hand,
preparing to suck that one clean also.  Everyone was panting and sighing
loudly.

Larry felt so proud, fulfilled, that he'd been able to take such a massive
dick in the presence of his dad and that he'd helped the man make the
decision to join the Boy's Club.  Regardless, it was all on tape now as
they had set up three video cameras to record the scene and fulfill that
club's requirement.

The completion of this also demonstrated what the guy could expect as a
member but just to make sure he was aware of other benefits, Al, with that
devilish smile on his face, made a directors motion of cocking his head,
telling Larry to get off the bed and come to him.  He did just that and the
many opened his eyes to follow the movement of this gorgeous youth with his
delicate skin and bubble butt.


"Ya got somethin' for you father, son?  A think you treat for having set up
this `trick'?"

"OH HAVE I....been saving this all day, just for you.  Open wide so I can
show the man, what we like to do at the Club." Larry cooed.

Al turned him slightly so the candidate could observe the whole process.
With his mouth wide open and his tongue flipping out, Larry began to spray
the treat of rich, golden urine.  It came fast and full but Al was able to
swallow it all.

The man was so thrilled that this was also part of the deal that he slid
off the bed and knelt in front of the pissing lad.  Knowing that he was
reaching for the boy's hose, he squeezed off the spray until he was sure
the man was in the right position and had his mouth fully open.  At the
club ya could splash piss ever where but not here in his carpeted
bedroom. His mom would have a fit.

The man gulped down the final ounce of juice Larry had stored up. That was
just another part of the success of this whole event.

                           + +


It's your turn dad. I'm sucked and fucked out," Larry said, cocking his
head toward the other man who was sitting there with his mouth hanging
open.

This one-on-one learning, training, thing was one thing between a coaching
dad and a son but the real thrill was the actual seeing of how it was to be
done and what new things he'd be introduced to. There seemed to be no end
to the eagerness Larry displayed in this learning process....and it carried
over into all his other courses: the anticipation of knowing what was
coming next, the solution to a hard problem, and the thrill of achievement,
made Larry and me much better students.  But there I go again, digressing;
back to the story at hand.

Al: "Ya want some more: My son learns faster from watching the
demonstration.  There's a lot more to learn and the only thing restricting
us is time.  My wife will be home in an hour so what do want to do?  I've
got all this piss stored up in me.  I got a cock that's eager to bust open
a hungry ass whether it's rough or cool. I love a nice hairy ass and yours
is perfect for a good smacking or fisting.  Bet you'd like that wouldn't
you?"

The father/candidate was overwhelmed with the extent of the opportunities
presented to him.  He'd psyched himself up for sex with a teen but never
considered he'd come across a `soul-mate'; someone who could fulfill his
deeply `closeted', pent up, sexual desires.  This was way too much to
consider.  He sat there with his fingers on his brow, feeling the sweat
that was pouring outta him, considering all the offers.

"WOOOOOH, this is waaaaay more than I anticipated.  YEEES, I want it all;
everything you said.  Could never have anticipated such things were
available from one source.  Those are dreams I've had for years!

"Don't want to screw up this connection but I do understand the time
factor.  I guess I'd like the rough fucking!  The fisting and piss are high
on my list but I haven't reached that level yet but I'm sure eager to get
going in that direction."

"Weeeellll, flip over and show me, my son, your starving ass.  The word is
`Uncle' if you've had enough," was my dad's answer.

He did it quickly, eager to get the bonus of the evening.

Al repositioned his feet so his ass cheeks would spread apart, showing the
aureole around his fuck hole, directing his son to,

"Get down here and prep this cavern.  Stick your tongue in it and get it
nice and wet.  Give `em a good `hacker'."

He did eagerly, sighing at the freshness of this new odor.  Then came the
guttural sound from deep within him and he spit a whopper of a hacker onto
this `ass-to-be-fucked'.

Within a suck or two, it was ready and Larry got to see his first, vicious,
sadistic, fuck.  To this point his experience had been one of preparation,
love and consideration; a more gentle scene.  This was an attack as though
the guy had just stolen something precious from you and you were teaching
him a lesson he'd never forget.  The only prep was the knowledge that
something was coming and the spit, lubrication I'd contributed wouldn't
help much at all.

From a foot away, Al rammed this pulsating fuck rod into this man's ass and
sent him crashing down and across the mattress.  In one urgent shot, he was
completely in the man's ass.  Then the fucking began in earnest.  The
penetrations were rapid, deep and painful.  His ass hadn't been fucked in
months, maybe years.

The man was equally eager to take such punishment and his screams of pain
and excitement confirmed that. His expletives were muffled as his head was
buried in the pillow, but they were loud and exciting, adding to the visual
attention that was being performed.  The sheets were grabbed, ripped from
the top of the bed, hoping to hold a better position in this fucking
process.  And it worked because Larry was now able to see the full
extraction and the rapid penetration of his dad's fuck machine.  The sound
was amazing.  They were almost as loud as the screams of `agony and
ecstasy' the guy was making but the `UNCLE' word wasn't one of them.

Al said in a coaching tone to his son, "Love making is one thing and the
best thing but every once in a while a real man wants to see what it's like
to go over the top, to get slapped around a little, to strengthen his
masculinity."

Larry looked up at his dad with appreciative eyes and a beaming smile on
his face as Al continued with,

"Whether he's ready or not, I am, and there's no telling or signaling in
this type of fucking.  Ya just gotta shoot your load and continue the
fucking.  It makes the pulsations easier but it also challenges you own
stamina 'cause your body's first reaction is to `faint' after shooting, but
you're telling it, `I'm in control and you'll do what I say: You're gonna
stay hard and keep cuming until I say we're through."

Larry sat there in awe, jackin' off as his dad swore,

"That's enough of that," and on the next complete withdrawal, he shoved his
sloppy dick into his son's gaping mouth.  Without looking at it, he eagerly
accepted this offering, expecting it to taste like the cum he'd received
from his dad several times before. But this was much more sour, more
pungent.  He couldn't put his finger on it but it sure was different. His
dad's tasted like almonds; this tasted like cabbage. He wasn't sure he
liked or hated it but as it had come from the man he loved and respected,
he sucked it clean.

"That's the first part of the demonstration.  You sure do like it rough;
almost as much as I do but let's test you a little further.  Now that I
have your attention, I'd like to use you to demonstrate another feature of
masochistic sex.  Can ya take a belt?"

"OH Yea !"

I only have one piece of equipment with me here but I assure you there's
much more available. Maybe even some of your own," and with that Al reached
for his jeans and ripped out his 3" wide black leather belt, saying,

"Again the ending word is `Uncle'," and without waiting for answer, he
began to smack the belt across one cheek and then the other.

The first hit bought out an equally loud shriek of, "OOOOOWWWWa! ! ! ! and
that only encouraged Al to go farther, faster, and with more intensity.

"two, you fuckin' pervert !; Three, you sadist bastard; FOUR FIVE `n SIX,
you fuckin' child luster er! ! ! !" and it continued without missing a
beat, al the way up to,

"TWENTY, YOU FUCKIN' SON-OF-A-BITH, COCK SUCK-ING PERVERT ! ! ! ! !"

The guy had watery eyes as the beating stopped and he fell prone across the
mattress.  His ass was a bight red with very white strips where the belt
had criss-crossed his hairy ass.  There seemed to be lumps developing along
those white lines.  That was proven to be correct as dad handed me a jar of
Noxzema to spread over the beaten area.  He did one cheek; I did the other.

After several moments of deafening silence the candidate rose from the bed,
with Al's help and looked as his ass in the dresser mirror, with a broad
beam across his face, saying

"OH that looks beautiful.....you're quite an artist, sculpture.  Gotta do
this again.....maybe in six months, after it returns to it's real self."

With his arm around the guys neck, they left my bedroom, with Al
commanding,

"Now get to bed and no more jackin' off.  Ya got just a few minutes `til
your mom gets home and you'd better be sound asleep."

"Yes, I can assure you that you've pasted your test, with flying colours
and you'll be able to attend our net party, which is Halloween.  I'll let
you know the particulars.  And here....here's an air cushion for you to
ride home on.  I know the feeling and I have several spares."

And with that he left, tenderly waddling down the stairs.

                          + +

               (next: the tenement house spanking)



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Chapter Fifteen

                        The tenement house spanking.

Larry was now very comfortable asking his dad anything. This whole 3 month
had been a remarkable experience for both of them....hell for all of us.
Life long fantasies had become realities.

After the father candidate had left the testing session, Larry asked his
dad about the ass smacking, especially since he'd never been touched,
spanked.  His few punishments had been in the form of privileges denials
and they were worse; a spanking lasted a few minutes and may have been sore
for a few more but taking away privileges lasted days or weeks and by then
you couldn't remember what the punishment was for.

Al's response was, "H've loved soft, tender asses since Bud was a very
small child and once you mom caught me playing with his ass---he was spread
over my knees ---- she thought I was spanking him and she blew up, saying
that no child of hers was ever gonna be punished in that way.

"Apparently she was abused as a child but I never heard any
details. Possibly that's whey she's so reluctant to have sex---I don't
know.

"Any way, I still love it and loved to have my own ass warmed up. I've only
been able to get that done a few times in a gay movie house or in the back
room of a gay bookstore.  Before he could ask, I asked

"Can you show me what it feels like? Will ya give me a spanking?  How do we
do it" I said with a pleading voice.

"Unfortunately not now, your mum will be home in a few minutes and you'd
better be asleep when she comes in.  You've got school tomorrow.

He kissed me on the forehead, tucked me under the covers and left the room
thanking me for yet another job very well done.  Sleep after such
encounters were always wonderful. I had such enjoyable dreams, reliving the
events and sensations.

There were so many delays trying to get together.  Wither mom was around or
dad had meetings.  When he heard me mention that there would be a half day
of school that week he told mom he'd pick me up and take me to work to show
him things.  Boy if she only knew what he'd plan to show me!

It was quite an extra effort on his part to get private time to spend with
me.  Couldn't do it in the office with his gal, manager around and the
store shed was to dangerous, not knowing if and when any of the men would
come in.  Just that day a contract they'd bid on came in the mail. They
were to raise, demolish, a high rise tenement complex.

He'd been there several times to check out the costs to do it and he had
keys to the complex.  It was perfect: on the edge of town, it was all
boarded up, completely empty.

Promptly at noon his truck was at the curb and I ran out and jumped into
the truck. It was a long drive to get there but he pulled me over close to
him , forcing my face into his crotch.  The aroma was stimulating and I
popped a boner.  Suspecting that, dad put his hand there and gave it a hard
squeeze.  I did the same to his.  He laughed.

We were talking so sexually, you'd never think it was a conversation 'tween
a 40+ year old man, a father, and a 14 y.o. son. I'd never be able to tell
any of my friends or even some of the up-tight adults like the school
counselors.  We arrived at the site and he got out to unlock the chain link
fence, drove to the back of the bldg and parked and then unlocked and
relocked the boarded up door.  It was a hike up all those concrete stairs
to get to the top floor where it would be absolutely private.  Dad brought
along a paper sack of things. We were silly, giggling and laughing about
what we were gonna do.  He swatted my ass a couple of times as I ran ahead
of him.

The place was really a dump, worthy of be demolished.  There wasn't any
door on this apt. but that certainly didn't matter much with the double
locks down stairs and any one who could or would make it up this far
deserved to see and hear what we were doing.  Dad arranged a Formica table
and a couple of large wooden chairs.  There was a mattress that neither of
us would even sit on.  There was a trickle of water but no lights so we had
to get right to it.  Mom would still be expecting us around dinner time.

Knowing what we were doing, I immediately stripp-ed.  I hadn't put on any
under pants or undershirt and for the first time, it felt good being in
school, with the coarse jeans' fabric rubbing against my cock.  On guy
noticed and grinned and I said,

"Yes, it feels as good as it looks, rubbing against my tight jeans.  I
think it's trying to get out---my pony that is....he wants me to open my
barn door."  The kid blushed and ran away.

I stood there playing with my self as dad came back with another chair.

"Woow, you are anxious, aren't you, you little slut?"

"Love it when you refer to me as your slut.  It get my dick hard."

Dad took off his shirt and I undid his huge black belt and then unsnapped
his jeans.  I could feel the bulge in the jock strap as I pulled his tight
pants down.  He smelled fantastic.  I licked and sucked on it until my
thumbs got into each support strap and just as I was about to pull it down,
he began to piss through his support. I was able to suck a lot of it
through the porous fabric but then he stopped, urging me to pull down his
support and free his pissing hose.  I did and he again began to piss.  This
time my mouth became a urinal and I just gulped and gulped.  It was so rich
and full bodied, not like other times when it was so full of beer that it
seemed thin and clear. This had been stored all night and day and had time
to ferment.

His hands were messaging my scalp and slightly rotating my head.  Because
we were alone and knew no one could hear---unlike around our house and
close by neighbors-- he let out one hell of a moan,

"THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE BITCH; BE YOUR DADDIES CESPOOL; Drink it all, every
drop; there'll be a lot more!"

As I was drinking away, I was able to mumble through a locked on mouth the
sound of GOOD and I shoot my head up and down.

"You're really into this piss stuff, aren't you?"

"Yea, me and my boyfriend (s) do it all the time; none of us seem to get
enough of it.  One time, the three of us just kept drinkin' and pissing
each others piss until we got tried but certainly not full."

"From now on, you won't have to go far---to a friends house---to get it; ya
can have all you want but just not in the sight of mom but with this
promise: I can have yours anytime I want.  Ya don't have to ask for it just
reach for it and it's yours, or mine. Agreed?"

"Agreed!"  And it worked out just that way.  While mom was surprised that
we were taking more and more showers together, she didn't seem to
disapprove. But most of the pissin'/drinking happened when he came into my
room before he left for work at 5:30 a.m. and mom was still asleep.  I'd
usually be ready and waiting but even if I wasn't, he'd just lay his
massive hose across my lips and I'd automatically open wide.  He'd piss a
long time and I'd gulp it all down, making sure not to spill any onto the
sheets. Then he'd just stick his head under my covers, suck in my cock and
I'd let go.  I never went to the toilet before goin' to bed and I'd now
taken to sleeping in the raw so there were no pajamas to deal with.  Mom
wasn't sure she liked that but in a teasing way, I just said I wanted to
cut down on the laundry.

Several times when they'd come home from the movies or what ever, pay the
baby sitter who saw to it that I was in bed and then he'd come into my room
to deliver his load.

That's when he had the foulest piss, beer, smoaking, yuk, but I took the
bad with the good and gulped it all down.  Once mom came in and it was a
close call. He was actually pulling outta my mouth as she said good night.
I saw him turn the other way, shoving is dick back into his pants as he
left the room.

But I digress; I do that a lot cause all this remembering brings back all
sorts of other fun things.  Back to the tenement:

While I hadn't sucked every drop of piss from him, I was more anxious to
get to his cock or at least to get him naked.  I'd seen him very seldom in
that state, certainly not around our house where mom and dad always wore
robes over pajamas.

The task was don. He'd kicked off his shoes, leaving on this heavy white
work socks---an enticing sight for me.  He was looking sexier and sexier
all the time. I couldn't resist playing and pulling on his cock and balls
and that's when he suggested,

"There's time for that later---yes, we'll be sucking and fucking but to the
feature event of the day---ass warming 101 and maybe, if things go right,
some ass burning !"

Such candid language 'tween a dad and a son blew my mind when I considered
how many years I'd just fanaticized about even seeing him naked, far less
even touching his private parts.  OH, if we could always just blurt it out
and say what we are thinking, things would move along much faster, easier.

I immediately dropped his dick.  He led me to the large chair, sat down and
positioned my slender, young, body over his large, firm, hair thighs. His
dick was no where to be seen.  It was hanging over the edge of the chair.

"There's usually carpeting to grab on to if things get a little rough.  If
ya need support, grab onto the legs of the chair or my ankles.  With a
slight adjustment he was ready to begin and I was more than ready, for what
I didn't have a clue. The anticipation level was the highest it had ever
been.  I was almost shaking, waiting for something to happen. And then it
did.

His hands are very large and coarse but upon my bubble ass cheeks there
were gentle and light.  One hand was making large circles over each of them
while the other was stroking my shoulder and neck.  Then they switched and
the ass hand moved down my thighs and the neck hand was running up and down
my back bone.  I could feel my smothered cock gettin' hard.

"Oh you are one anxious, honey, little bastard, aren't you?"

He spread his thighs and my hard on was forced down between them and then
he closed them up again, squeezing my cock and balls as though he was
sucking on them. I almost wanted to start humping his thighs to bring on an
orgasm but controlled myself so he'd get on with the spanking.

It began ever so slowly; just a pat or two; first on one cheek and then the
other. I felt almost nothing.  After 4 or 5 of those the intensity
increased and I could feel the full weight of his strong hangs.  In hind
sight, his fingers must have been open or apart and they may have left
slight impressions because as it went to the next level, he'd cupped his
hands and the sound of that shape smacking my ass, sent the captured air
across the room with a loud snack.  Now I knew something was happening.  I
REALLY felt that and let out a yelp of surprise but also in a tone of
pleasure.

Realizing that I was reacting---as I was supposed to --- he intensified the
smacks and the sound got louder and louder, ricocheting through the empty
rooms.  With my head hanging over his legs, it sounded like thunder and
lighting; the lightening being the electricity shootin' through my body.
Thinking, so this is what its all about.  I like it; I like it a lot and
said sooooo,

"Oh yea , Ooooo Yeeea, that feels soooo gooood."

"Well, we'll just see.  We've just begun to warm up your ass.  Wait until
he begins to get hotter and hotter and maybe even till it begins to blaze,"
dad said taking one of the few momentary rests.

"Wish ya could see the pretty pink color your tender, young, ass is
turning.  How does it feel? Ya like it or should I stop?"

"Love it dad! It feels wonderful. Chills are racing through my body.
Please don't stop; I can, I wanna, take more of what you have to give me,"
as I ran my hands up and down the calves of his hairy legs.

"In the next level, you've gotta count them and thank me for each of them.
Read?"

Eagerly shaking my head up and down, saying, "Ready set, go !"

The smacks were much firmer but would soon be considerably more so.

"One, thank you dad, two and three; thank you, thank you, dad," and it
progressed rapidly, "7-8-9- Thank You Daddy, 10-11-12 THANK YOU DADDY.

Now I was really feeling hot and sore.  A little like the guys in the
school yard grabbing a kids arm with both hands and twisting them back and
forth until the receiver could feel the heat of the friction only this
wasn't friction; it was direct pain; stinging hot pain and while I didn't
appreciate it, I loved it.  My ass was just naturally squirming for more
and more.

And more and more I got: 18 with a fraction of a pause," Thank you daddy;
19, Ca bam, thank you daddy and then the last of the sequence, a thunderous
CRASH and I though dad had burst my butt the way ya blow up a paper bag and
smash it against your hands, bursting it with such a sound.  2 0 T H A N K
Y O U D A D D Y ! ! ! !

The proof of the success of the set was that his cock had gotten so hard
that it worked it's way up though his closed thighs, met my pulsating hard
on and TOGETHER they shot their loads of cum between our bodies.

Our profanities of appreciation and wonderment were intertwined into
gibberish but we both knew what they meant.  My dad was trying to be as
gently with gliding his hand over my ass as he was in the beginning but I
would feel the bumps and ridges that he'd brought upon my ass.  As tender
as he was, it still hurt, but it was a hurt of exhilaration as when I run
across a blazing hot sandy beach on the way to the cool water of the lake.

"That was a most successful first session.  Your daddy's gonna have great
fun developing the toughness of this beautiful bubble ass," and he bent
down and kissed it.

As he did he slide a hand between our bodies and scooped up some of the
jism we'd shot there and then spread it over my burning, no blazing, ass.

"That felt a little cooler. I could have set the fire out with a little
piss, but you drank it all.  Gotta plan ahead a little better next time, he
sighed, standing me upright again, holding me steady so I wouldn't fall
over in the excitement of the deed well done.

He turned me around, admiring his work, " OH you have one sorry, fuckin'
hot, ass there son.  Your all mine now, you son of a bitch, you fucking
little cunt.  Ya like drinkin' daddy's piss, swallowing his love juice,
fuckin' and gettin' fucked and now you're ready and able to take torture of
an ass burning.  OOOOHHHH you are a good little boy."

As I've said, such comments, terms for me, really turned me on.  I felt so
proud that I was able to do such things for him.  I was my daddy's little
boy---his whore, his toy.

I tried to turn as see what he was admiring but obviously couldn't see my
ass. He recognized this and left me standing there and left the room.  I
could feel the ridges on my ass.  I heard a loud crashing sound and before
I could shout, 'what was that?' he returned with the medicine cabinet he'd
ripped outta the bathroom.  As he held it in various positions, I could see
the beauty of what we'd accomplished and smiled greatly in appreciation of
the perfect gift he'd given me; a bigger smile than I beamed when I got my
first full size bike last Christmas.  (Though I wouldn't be able to ride
that bike just then.)

From the bag he'd brought with him, he took out a jar of Noxzema and put a
generous amount on both of his hands and gently smeared it all over my ass.
That really felt good.  Almost as though I'd sat in a bucket of ginger ale
or 7 UP.  It tingled just like that.  I turned and hugged him around the
waist, burying my face into his smelly, hairy chest.  He put his arms over
my back and continued to smear more Noxzema on my cheeks.

He leaned against the counter and popped open the beer he's also taken
outta the sack and took a couple of full gulps and then burped, loudly.  I
giggled and he smiled, saying,

"Prance it off and you'll see how good it feels."

Like a little kid playing airplane, I held my arms out and ran in circles
around the empty room and the little breeze that brought on, did make it
feel better, much better.


And while I don't have time to tell you about the next few session I want
to at least say that they became more and more intense.  Over the next
year, I could eagerly take the paddles, belts and whips that he so enjoyed
taking.  I became the perfect masochist and he a perfect sadistic coach.
An example of this in a moment but I have to continue with things in the
order they happened.

                        + +

"I wish I'd thought this whole sequence through a little better.  I forgot
to brink a drink for you and you've already drain my bladder.  Here, take
JUST a sip of this," and he handed me the last of his can of beer.  I
brought it to my lips and took a sip but the effervescence made me sneeze;
the mouth full that did go down smelled awful but the bubbles felt like my
ass, tingling.

"I have one other thing that I've thought we could do to make the best use
of this time and place.  How'd you like to give your dad a spanking?  Well
not exactly a spanking but a tanning?  I haven't had one in such a long
time and really got turned on by bringing your ass to a burning red.  I'd
just love to have my own, brought to a blistering red, if you think you're
up to it," he said tossing his beer can across the room.

"Yea, I'd like that a lot but ya gotta tell me, show me what to do."

"OH I'll tell ya and I know you'll go just fine.  You're my son and a chip
off the old block."

He took his belt from his jeans and showed me how to fold it in half and
wrap it around my fist.  The swung it wildly through the air, making a
whistling sound, of a semi trailer passing ya on the highway.

He grabbed the back of the chair and bent over, spreading his legs apart.
I just loved that look.  I'd only seen it twice when he'd bent over to get
something from the floor, or as he got out of the shower.  The sight of
seeing just the bottom half of his body, with his feet spread that far
apart, and his cock and ball just hanging there freely, a good 6 or 7" down
from his groin.  I wanted to grab onto them and swing like I do when
playing on the tree rope at the swimming pond.

Following his directions to the letter, I swung the belt through the air
and made contact with his ass, but just barely.  I had to move in closer so
more of the belt would make contact.  After 3 or 4 more swings I was able
to hit the target and hit the target I did.  He began to yelp and yell in
gratitude.

"That's good, very good, but don't slack off.  This tough old as is capable
of a lot more. Think of it as a bat and you're ability to hit the winning
home run."

That image made the perfect impression and I not only swung, full speed
ahead, from the side but in the process, and as the belt landed squarely
across both cheeks, it spun me around.  I had the neat ability to swing a
bat from both sides so the next, immediate swing was from the other side
and made an even louder crack 'of the bat' across the other side of his ass
cheeks.  That was the first, of many, that made his body move.

He grabbed the back of the chair, further down, leaning over it. and he
said,

"That's it !  Do that again," a pause and, "Again and again."  I was really
gettin' the hang of this and it was more fun than I'd thought.  The idea of
hurting my dad or of him hurting me, was unthinkable but this wasn't
hurting, this was developing stamina, toughness, as a fighter takes hit
after hit while in training.

I was so turned on that I boldly suggested the counting thing, " I don't
hear and counting or thank-you's," and struck him wickedly.

Mentally he had been keeping track and said,

"8, thank you son."

"No, this is # 1!" and laid another blow to his body.

"2, thank you son.  3 & 4, thank you son," and it continued with intensity
all the way through to 15-16 which were very fast: THANK YOU SON."

There was a moments rest as I adjusted my grip and I pointed the belted
hand in the air indicating where I was gonna hit the ball and gave him the
most wicked smack I could and the leather layers of the belt met against
his flesh, sending a thunder bolt sound across his ass.  I was a bit scared
cause the ripples were turning bright white, not red.  Learned later,
they're called welts not ripples.  He was that close to bleeding.

In the loudest scream and I mean an actual scream of pain and exhilaration
he bellowed,

"YEEEESSSSS, MUTHER FUCIN' SON OF A BITCH, 19.....THANK YOU SON"

And the final blow sent not only an electrical shock through his body but
one through mine as though I'd hit my elbow on my 'crazy bone' and we both
shouted expletives of excitement and accomplish-ment Fucking
muther---son-of-a-bitch. Bust my ASS.....give me all the pleasure you have,
Beat it raw FUCKING bith of a son! ! ! !

"20 OH J M Joseph, Paradise is found in the hand of my SON, my bitching,
ass licking, prick of a son.

It was now my turn to lean against the counter but my dad was to shocked,
thrilled to even stand up.  He just stayed in that bent over the chair
position, shaking with joy at what had just happened.  He'd gotten the
beating he'd been hoping for, for over a year.

                                   + +

When he regained control of his senses, he stood up and I held the mirror
so he could see the damage.  "OH that's beautiful.  Son, your a natural, a
major player hitting 300?  And that was just your first time at bat.  I can
just imagine what you'll be able to do next time with the proper
equipment."

"What other equipment?"

"Oh, you'll see; haven't used it in years.  It's all in storage at the
shop.  There's wood and leather paddles, bamboo canes, cat-o-nine
tails....."

"Ya mean like they used on the slaves in "Mutiny On The Bounty"

"Yea, I never thought of it that way, but yes the way they disciplined,
punished the crew on those voyages.  That's a good image."

"OH I like that movie.  Those scenes send a charge through my body every
time I see it on T.V."

"Why, you little pervert; you do have a sadistic streak in you."

"If that's what it's call, guess I do cause I really liked whippin' you ass
and seeing it bubble up.  It was fun.  How soon can we do it again?"

"OH you are one fuckin, insatiable pervert.  Gotta keep my eye on you. No
it will be some time before we can do this again.  You're so young and your
testosterone is so high, you can come several times a day.  You'll even be
able to fuck several times a day. But I'm lucky if I can get it off twice a
day.  Masochistic play along with one other sport, fisting, takes months to
get over or prepare for and that'll come as we get on with all this."

Didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about but as much as I now
know, I could ask him anything and get a straight answer, I was more
interested in asking him some thing else,

"Are we gonna be able to fuck?  Can I fuck you?  I've fucked my boy friends
and we do a pretty good job of it but with what we've just experienced, I
think there's a lot more I need to learn about doing it a better way.  I'd
love to have your cock in my 'cunt'--- (that was the first time I referred
to my self as a cunt and I loved it just as much as when dad calls me his
cunt)---but I'm sure I'm not big enough to take that whopper."

"It would be a little hard to do it right with a beaten ass and it's
gettin' darker and you mum is expecting us home for dinner."  There was
water but no electricity in the place.

Dad didn't suggest it to me nor me suggest it to dad but we just slipped on
our shoes, picked up our pants and shirts and just walk outta there.  It
was much easier, faster, going down all those flights of stairs, nude.  On
one flight I could watch his raw ass as it tried to pull it's self together
and on the next flight, he could see mine.  His truck was on the outside
back and so it was easy to slip out, locking the door behind us, and get
into the truck.  This part he HAD planned for and we had thick pieces of
seat cushion thick foam to sit on for the ride home.

"Road didn't seem this bumpy gettin here but with our tender ass' it feels
like a 'rocky mountain road'," doesn't it."

"Sure does. But that's also the thrill of it.  Ya get to feel the whelping
all over again," he said as he again, pulled me into his lap.

I never considered the conditions we were in but on the highway and with
all the trucks traveling at that time of day, there was enough light to see
into other vehicles and every single truck that went by, blew it's horn at
seein' a naked man with a young body sprawled across the seat with a face
in a groin.  It so turned dad on that several time he tooted back with his
fist and thumb in the air, acknowledging their awareness of what they were
jealously seeing.  I think that was my first experience at exhibitionism
and it got my cock hard but I was more intent on servicing dad's cock than
beating myself off, although the thought of that, for the next trucker to
see, was hard to resist.

"Got somethin' in there for me dad? I really need a drink."

"You try and I'll try."

And sure enough, the feel of my tongue and teeth on his soft, stinking
balls, sent him over the edge and he was able to piss out the can of beer
he'd consumed.  It was thin but did the trick. Not sure why he did this but
instead of pulling into our tall garage, he left the truck at the curb.  He
opened his door and slid off the foam and into his jeans but never zipped
them closed.  I did the same and if any one were to pass by on the side
walk, they'd just get a shock.  Wish it had happened but it didn't.  The
truckers would have to be the best we could achieve on this trip.  We
didn't put our shirts back on until we got into the house and could smell
mum's wonderful dinner.

There were no cell phones then so when you said you'd be home for dinner at
a certain time, you'd better be there or stop along the way and make phone
call from a gas station.

Mom saw and stuck up her nose at the sight of us, commenting,

"You guys look and smell simply awful. Get into the shower and better do it
together as dinner is ready.  I can hold it for just a few more minutes."

Imagine mom telling us to take a shower together.  It had been a good 3
hours since our beatings and while our asses were tender, they no longer
stung.  We did quickly shower and while it was hard not to continue our
sexual perversions, we had to respect mom's need to serve a hot meal.  One
more application of Noxzema did the trick, along with a heavy coating of
bath powder.  We also smelled so fresh and clean.  It even impressed both
of us.

It was amazing how much we could tell mum about the things we'd seen and
done without saying a word abt. what actually happened.

"Was the ham to salty? You both seemed to be drinking an awful lot
tonight."

"Well, maybe just a smidge but being in that dusty, dirty building, and not
wanting to drink from those dirty faucets, we were really thirsty," knowing
full well why we were chugging down that much.  It was gonna be one hell of
a pissing good night and wakening morning.  And it was.

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