Ben glanced toward the house. He was safe. The only awake person home yet as far as he could tell was Tim. Brian and Mike had already left for school. It was the squealing of their tires when they took off that had wakened him. And Janet had left also. Her bedroom was empty when he passed it on the way to the bathroom, and she was nowhere to be seen downstairs. And Ma and Dad were upstairs sleeping off last night's drunk. They'd be dead to the world until noon at least. The only creature who could see him was Bernie, the big German Shepherd poised on his haunches at Ben's side. The dog had that inquisitive look on his snouted face, and his cars were cocked with anxiety as if Ben were about to take him for a walk.

Ben cradled his fat, nuts in his left hand while he slowly pumped his cock with his right. His cock was so thick that he could set only half of his hand around it, and it was so long that his jack-off movements came all the way from his shoulder joint. Sometimes his deltoid muscle ached by the time he'd managed to bring his overgrown pecker off. As he jerked the loose skin up and down the steel-hard cockshaft, and his bloated cockhead glowed like a delicious apple, a silver strand of cum glided from the tip of his cock toward the grass.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Quit your humping for one Goddamn second, will you? This is the touchy part."

"OK, Sis, but slop on that fucking goop and let's get on with it. My old pecker won't tolerate much waiting."

"Your old pecker already blew its head off twice in the last half hour. If it can't wait a few minutes more to blow off again, to hell with it."