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y name is Billy Brighton. I guess my family came from England at one time. Any way first off I want to make it clear that I like fat people sexually, always have on account that both my parent were fat. Fat ladies always gave me a hard on. At 15 here I was and without my parents. I had my stuff brought to a house with an Uncle I had never met who had a son who I never met.

When I pulled up to the house and got out I about died. There was a very fat bearded man and his equally fat son who was my age, yet he had slight fuzz on his own face. I could feel my dick start to harden and wondered if they would like me the way I like them already. I wasn’t sure about popping a boner over a fat man or boy this was new. Women had always done it to me since I was 11.

The lawyer introduce me to my Uncle Troy and his 16 year old son Troy Jr. They had also lost my aunt two years ago that I also didn’t know I had. It would seem you have a distant Uncle and cousin living across the country. I had been living in a nice neighborhood in Upper state New York. Now I was to be living in Texas; As small town outside of Dallas Fort worth Almost in Okalahoma.

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My dad is a great guy. He never made it to college, mostly I suppose because he had a kid to support. But he’s nice looking, kind to nearly everyone, and very smart. He’s a carpenter and so good at it that he’s never been out of work in his life. He’s good at being a dad too. My mother left us when I was very young–young enough that I don’t remember her at all–so dad was left with the job of raising me.

He did a good job of that, too–good enough that I know right from wrong, have a pretty open mind and became a reasonably responsible young man. Right now I’m between my sophomore and junior years of college, home for the summer and working for the same construction company my dad does. We–along with about twenty other guys–build houses. Dad builds cabinets and does finish work inside while I move rocks, dig trenches and do general grunt work outside.

It’s pretty hot here in the summer so about the only things we wear at work are shorts and work boots. At home we get rid of the boots. It’s a casual life but one we like a lot. In the evening, if we don’t go out, dad cooks and I clean up. Dad cooks well–and isn’t as messy as I am in the kitchen–so the meals are good and cleanup is pretty much a snap.

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I lay there in the bed, listening as the door opens quietly and he slips into my room. It has become a nightly ritual, one I love..

He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready… I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep.

He noiselessly glides to the bed and slips down the covers to reveal my own naked body, my much smaller cock standing erect against my smooth body, waiting for his touch. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my cock. He slowly caresses it and I let out a sleepy moan and push against him.

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How often have you heard guys braggin bout the size of their cocks? Well, let me tell you…I hear it everyday!! Ever since my cousin Brodie moved into our house, to be closer to the college he had been accepted to, it was nothing but “My dick this and my dick that…” The good thing was that it was rare that our paths would cross since I was a Senior in High School, had an after school job, and was involved in a few other community activities and he was busy ripping and running the streets. But when we did have an unfortunate minute to chat, all he did was brag about the size of his dick and how the girls wanted it in them and the guys wanted one like it. Most of the time I just played past him cause I know how most guys love to brag and boast about all sorts of things; sports, cars, money, and of course, their cocks and the women they can pull with it and how these women, during orgasmic ecstacy moan and call the name of God! I figured him to be one such guy and so I ignored him… But, one Saturday afternoon, I stopped ignoring him.

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I knew I was going to do it as soon as the foreman called our lunch break. I’d been thinking about it all morning and that little itch I get in my dick had built itself up until it just had to be scratched. And with that itch only another man could scratch it just the right way.

I got in my truck and drove down south of town to the nicely named Miss Sally’s Store for Adults. It was a porn shop with an arcade of 25 movie booths in the back. Most of the movie booths had good sized holes cut between them and the place was always busy at lunch time so I knew I’d get my itch scratched there. I also knew I’d do some scratching of my own.

Inside Miss Sally’s I skipped looking at the magazines and went directly to the counter where I bought five dollars worth of movie tokens. I asked the attendant if the arcade was extra busy and he said it was. “Always is on Mondays,” he said. “I guess you guys must get kind of needful over the weekend.” He winked at me and gave me an extra token.

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