How did you you feel when you seen your dads cock?

I had heard rumors about them, but they were so big and thick. My father has a big cock. I had heard from some of the village women that it was even bigger than some of the other men in the village.

When I was 15, I started to notice my father's eyes would linger on me. I would catch him staring at me, and I would just blush and look away. He always smiled at me, but I think he wanted to do more than look.

The night after my 16th birthday, he told me he had something to show me. He led me down into his basement and told me to close my eyes. He then led me down another set of stairs and to a small room. It was completely black.

He then whispered that I could open my eyes. I opened them, and it took me a moment to understand what I was seeing. In the middle of the room was a chair, and there was a man tied to the chair.

When I looked at the man, I noticed he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was massive, and it was attached to a huge hairy sack.

"That is my cock," my father said. "I want to show you my cock. I want you to touch it."

I started to feel excited as I looked at the huge cock.

My father removed his clothes and sat down on the chair. He told me to take off my clothes.

I removed my clothes, and I saw his cock get even bigger.

I walked over to the chair and stood in front of him. I couldn't believe how big this cock was.

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Dad's Dirty Secret

 This is a true story of how I caught my dad with a buddy of his one night at our house.

Mom had decided to go on a "girls night out" with one of her best friends.

Dad called his buddy Bruce over for dinner and to watch a football game. He and dad loved to watch the game together from time to time during the week.

I had decided to go to a friend's house to hang out for the night.

Bruce was a wonderful man, very masculine and had a construction business. He was about 5' 10'' compared to my dad who was 5' 9'', brown hair and eyes, strong arms and a deep, husky voice. Dad also had brown hair and brown eyes.

I decided to go home early as my friend had to get up early to go on a family trip.

As I entered our house I made my way into the kitchen to grab a drink and then made my way down the corridor to my room. Bruce and my dad were nowhere near to be found which I thought was strange since both men loved to watch the game late into the night.

As I opened the door to my room I saw that my parent's bedroom doors were closed and I heard moaning noises coming from the other side. I figured mom had come early, but as soon as I heard my dad say "Oh fuck Bruce" I knew something else was going on.

I went outside to the backyard and made my way to my parent’s outdoor window. We had a one-story house and their bedroom window was a sliding glass door that led into the backyard. There was a small opening in the curtain that usually covered their glass door at night and to my surprise I saw both men naked on the bed making out with each other.

Both guys were very hairy and had average bodies, except for Bruce who had a hairy beer belly. Both had hairy chests, arms, legs, and full dark bushes on top of their pensises.

Bruce was laying on the bed and my dad was sucking his penis. Bruce had his hands on my dad’s head as my dad went up and down on Bruce. Dad used his free hands to comb through Bruce's thick brown chest and to pinch his nipples. After a few minutes Bruce let out an "Oh fuck Tom I'm coming" and shot load of sperm onto his belly. Dad licked up the cum on Bruce's stomach and both men smiled at each other.

Then it was dad’s turn. Bruce got up and he and dad knelt on the bed and hugged each other and kissed one another on the lips while Bruce grabbed my dad’s bum cheeks and gave them a good squeeze. Dad roamed his hands down Bruce’s hairy back and gave him a few slaps on his bottom.

Bruce throwed my dad on the bed and kissed him deeply again. He then made his way down my dad’s body, kissing his hairy chest, sucking on his nipples, and then kissed his hairy stomach sticking his tongue deep into dad’s hairy belly button.

He then combed his fingers through dad’s thick pubic hair and grabbed his penis and began to suck him good. He grabbed my dad’s balls and began to squeeze them.

Dad made an “O” face and Bruce worked on his penis and his hips thrust up and down. After a few minutes dad shot a huge load onto his body and Bruce began to lick dad's sperm clean off of him.

After that, Bruce and my dad kissed and spent some time making out on the bed.

I went back inside to my room, sweat pouring trying to digest what I saw.

I stayed in my room until around midnight and went to take a cold shower to try to calm myself down.

Mom and dad were very much in love, but I concluded that there must be something special about a man making love to another man.

Beloved Spanking Cartoons

When I was a girl, I watched lots of spankings on television, especially in cartoons. These animated features definitely fed my adolescent spanko fantasies.

Flintstones Paddling

Here's a mainstream show that I remember watching as a kid. I was positively fascinated. The paddling occurs at near the end of the episode. In the final scene, the wives assess what's happened as they rub their bruised bottoms. Wilma declares that they deserved everything they got and Betty agrees.

This video seems to disappear frequently. Find it by searching for "Flintstones Ladies Night at the Lodge video"

Disney's Three Little Pigs

A spanking machine? My young imagination ran wild.



Tom and Jerry

I think the Tom and Jerry cartoons had more spankings that any other series. Here's a great example.



Little Lulu

Little Lulu literally gets spanked every day. She seems resigned to this fate. The content and characterizations in this 1940s cartoon are objectionable on several levels, but it's one that I recall watching.



Warner Brothers

And let's not forget the best cartoons of all.



These cartoons didn't make me a spanko, but they definitely fueled my early desires.

Behavior Modification

 Adam was so fucking frustrated.

 

He'd been kind enough to let Dylan- a guy he's been best friends with since their tweens, when they'd bonded over being some of the only gay kids in their school- move into his apartment, rent free. He was very well off, after all, and Dylan had fallen on hard times after his jackass of a mother kicked him out so her most recent barely legal boytoy could move in. He'd hoped he might even have a chance with him now that his life wasn't so stressful.

 

Then Dylan changed. Over time, he'd gone from the warm, helpful, kind young man he had been to absolute prick. He became entitled and cruel, shamelessly stealing from Adam and wrecking his shit, refusing to help around the house or contribute in any way. Adam felt truly pathetic that he was so smitten with the guy, even despite his appalling behavior.

 

It finally reached a breaking point when he'd gotten tipsy one night and confessed his feelings. Dylan had been cruel and aggressive- he always got like that when he was high on some hard shit- and had quite literally laughed in Adam's face. He insulted everything about him, laughing even harder at how crestfallen he was. The next several nights Dylan brought random med home from the club he frequented, having very loud, enthusiastic sex late into the early morning hours. As he showed the guys out the next day, he'd make pointed eye contact with Adam and smile smugly, taking great pleasure in taunting him.

 

Adam decided something needed to be done. Kicking him out wouldn't work- he'd tried that before but Dylan always came back, begging for help and acting contrite. Adam was still completely infatuated with him and cared for his well being so he always gave in, and the cycle would start again. This time, he decided on something more… extreme. Some behavior modification, so to speak.

 

He waited til Dylan came home one night, strung out on god knows what, and snuck into his room with a bowl of warm water. Sticking his fingers in the bowl, he only had to wait a few seconds before it took effect. He watched with dark satisfaction as a sizable wet spot started to form on the bed, before taking the bowl and leaving the room. The next morning- well afternoon, technically- he listened from his office as Dylan woke up with a groan and started cursing quietly before sneaking to wash his sheets. He kept at it, night after night, for several weeks (thankfully Dylan always slept like the dead, even when he wasn't on anything, so he was never caught) watching happily as Dylan became increasingly confused and reserved, and his behavior changed quickly. He stopped doing drugs and drinking, stopped going out, stopped bringing men home, and began adjusting to a normal sleep schedule- presumably so it would be easier to wash his sheets without being discovered.

 

Adam waited for just the right time to confront him, wanting to make sure the shame fully kicked in for maximum humiliation. He came up behind Dylan as he frantically shoved his soiled sheets in the washer and cleared his throat loudly, making him jump and spin around.

"Dylan, I think we need to have a talk."

"I- about what?" He stuttered weakly.

"I know you've been wetting the bed for the last few weeks. I've heard you come out here to do the wash every day. I didn't think much of it at first- accidents happen sometimes when you're under the influence, and I didn't want to embarrass you over a one time thing, but I'm getting really concerned about your health."

Dylan's cheeks were flushed a deep red as he replied. "I- I already went to my regular doctor and he sent me to a urologist, and neither could find anything wrong with me. They ran all kinds of tests and couldn't find anything, and told me to wait and see if it clears up on its own."

"Then that sounds like the only course of action for right now. But while we wait to see if it gets better, I think we should take some precautions."

"Like what?" He asked, looking wary.

"I'd like you to wear diapers."

"What the fuck?! Absolutely not!"

"Please listen to me Dylan! That mattress is absolutely destroyed, and it's making the room smell like piss, and the smell is just gonna get worse the more you wet the bed. I'm going to need to replace it, but I don't want to do that knowing it'll get wrecked too. I know how terribly humiliating it must be to need diapers at your age, but you know I wouldn't ask you to if I could think of something else."

"I…" Dylan paused, keeping his eyes cast down in shame, face scarlet as he whispered, "Alright… alright, I'll wear the diapers."

"Thank you. I'm gonna head to the medical supply store in town and pick up a pack. Would you like to come with me?"

"No, I'll just… I'll just hang out here."

"Alright, I won't be long. I was gonna grab some Chinese takeout too. Want your usual?"

"Oh, yeah, that'd be great, thank you."

Adam smiled to himself - it seemed the humiliation was already humbling him, because that was the first genuine 'thank you' he'd heard in a long while. He couldn't wait to see where this went.

 

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Adam made sure to get the largest package of adult diapers they had in stock. He'd picked it carefully, speaking with the employee to determine which ones were best for 24/7 use. He'd even managed to feel one of each option under the guise that his charge was sensitive to texture. In the end he picked one that was thick enough it would force Dylan's legs apart, would crinkle loudly as he moved, and seemed like it would be hard to change without assistance. He also bought a waterproof pad for the mattress, booster pads, and some wipes.

 

He also paid a visit to his long-time friend Jason- the lead pharmacologist with a large drug company, who oversaw many of their clinical trials- on the slim chance that he could give him something to cause daytime incontinence. He'd loved how Dylan's attitude had changed when he began wetting the bed, but he loved the feeling of absolute control it gave over him even more. He knew Jason was very accepting and kink friendly, and would gladly help him out if he could. He managed to convince him that he was in a consensual DD/lb relationship, and that his little wanted to be fully diaper dependent. After some consideration, Jason gave him something; it was a medication that was originally designed to treat bladder dysfunction that would normally require a stent or catheter, but had been quickly scrapped because it was discovered to weaken the pelvic floor to the point of permanent urinary incontinence. Strictly speaking, he wasn't even meant to have it, but it was hardly unusual for him to bring his work home. Before he left, Jason warned him extensively that the incontinence couldn't be undone, and that it set in rather fast, only taking about a month to reach full effect. Adam reassured him this is what they both wanted, thanked him, and headed home.

 

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By the time he got home, Dylan had fallen asleep on the couch. He set the box of diapers and supplies beside the staircase- in full view of the couch- to serve as a subtle, unspoken reminder to Jason that he was going to be diapered tonight. Adam took the opportunity to make him a glass of chocolate milk (his favorite) with the first dose of the bladder medicine, and was relieved to find that it didn't affect the taste at all. When he was done, he dished out their food, and took everything to the living room and setup two TV trays. He woke Dylan with a gentle nudge to his shoulder.

"Hey man, wake up. Dinner is ready."

Dylan's eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed them sleepily as he sat up and stretched. Adam could pinpoint the exact moment Dylan spotted the diapers, because dismay briefly flashed across his face before he looked away, face aflame. Instead he focused his full attention on Adam.

"Thank you for dinner, and for the…" he trailed off, glancing at the diapers again.

Adam smiled warmly and replied, "No problem, Dylan." When he got a timid smile in return, he knew he had to do everything in his power to make this boy his for good.

 

(End chapter one; more on the way soon!)

Pietro Boselli Takes A Naked Swim In Hot New Armani Campaign

 

Pietro Boselli shows off some serious tan lines in an upcoming campaign for Armani’s EA7 sportswear line — a glorious new photo series that marks the first (official) time he’s posed completely naked.

The former University College London professor-turned-underwear model announced he’s almost completely finished with his PhD work in a vlog posted to his recently-launched YouTube channel this week, and we can’t think of a better way to celebrate than spending time Down Under and on the Mediterranean island Sardinia, where the campaign below was shot.

The first official shot was shared on Instagram by Soul Artist Management honcho Jason Kanner:

Check out some additional shots from the campaign below, and don’t forget to check out Pietro’s other new work for Moschino, and his stunning new Attitude cover!