did your dad ever talk to you about sex and fucking, etc?
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Date: October 27th, 2011 9:00 PM Author: Green passionate pistol
I got the chat from my dad and uncle and a couple of their friends. They called me into the garage, where they had layed down a tarp, and covered it in oil. I was instructed to strip down as they all wanted to see "that athletic body you have been working on" (i had begun doing 100 pushups a night and was quite vocal about "bulking" at the dinner table). Once naked I recieved a light push onto the lube coverd tarp. I soon lost my balance and was unalbe to gain a solid footing. At this point I noticed all of the adult men had strategically put on aquasox for traction, but nothing else.
As they came closer i could see nothing but thick, hairy engorged cocks and duck egg like testicles begging to be tugged. Within minutes I was being spitroasted by my uncle and father, i would have begged for it to stop, but i was stuffed to the hilt. After they had dumped a good amount of seed into me, they said "have at it boys, it's ready for ya" and the rest of the group descended on all of my orofices. Theis ordeal lasted about 4 hours.
I was nearly delirous and was completely exhausted when it ended. I had eaten my fair share of man juice and had taken at least 10 enemas worth in my now, pulsating and gaped near prolapse anus. I looked up as the men grunted with approval at their work. My father beamed with pride and walked over to me and offered me a hand up, he helped me to my feet and gave me a slap on the rear, "you did good boy, real good. now you're a man, a twink, but a man, one day you'll have a son and you'll show him what it takes to be a man, by that day, you'll be a bear like all of us." He then french kissed me for what seemed like 20 seconds. After we broke, he offered me my first beer and some dipping tobacco. later, as the crowd dispersed, my father and I entered into our home. My mother was there, with a first aid kit and beaming with pride, "how did he do" she asked my father. "Great, we raised a real little faggot, he's got a power bottom on him!" That was my 12th birthday. My mother, father, and his friends were liberals.
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