My Pas gonna take a shit!" "So?" "Doncha wanna watch?" "He lets ya?" "No, dummy. I carved some spyholes on the side of the outhouse. You oughta see his big turds plop out!" His visiting cousin from the city thought for a while, then he followed as they creeped around the side of the dilapidated old shithouse. Obie Harling was the only boy he knew who always came up with a neat dirty game every time they got together.

This time when I climbed the fence and sneaked around to peek into their side window, I saw Mr. Canberg fucking his brother Louis on the couch. Id seen them do it before, but Mr C was usually the one getting porked. Louis was scrunched down with his legs held back while Mr C barely knelt on the cush- ions, his legs wide apart, slamming his big prick mercilessly into his brothers open and vulnerable asshole.

It was about in the morning and I was strolling through the park, looking for some action. But the place seemed empty. Maybe because the full moon was extremely bright that night, and tended to scare off us public sex freaks. But I figured Id check out the more secluded spots before heading home. Good thing, too. Way over on the far side I passed some bushes and heard subdued voices coming from a clearing I didnt even know existed.

But walking down the hallway on the th floor, heading for the elevators, I heard some very raunchy, obviously sexual talk coming from the doorway up ahead. What I saw was startling. I gasped a bit too loud. Didnt matter, I guess. They either heard me and got off on having an audience, or they were too busy to notice. Either way, they didnt turn around. I leaned against the doorjamb and watched...ready to jerk my head if they looked my way. For some strange reason, I just had to see this.

I rented a room from them one summer. They never closed a door...I mean NEVER! Even the bathroom. My room was between their bedroom and the bathroom. One day I noticed a hole in my wall, down low in the closet. I looked in and could see their whole bed. I always made sure I closed the doors so they couldnt use it, but I peeked at them all the time! One day when they were out, I went into their room and looked through. Nothing. A real lousy angle. All that time and I never realized the hole wasnt peeping into my room--it was so somebody could easily spy on them!" "Ha! I remember them telling me about that.

I got home early because of some teachers meeting, surprised to see my good buddy Spences Honda in the drive next to Dads Buick. He wasnt due home yet, either. I couldnt think of any reason they might be together without me, til I remembered my birthday was next week. I decided to sneak up on them, figuring they might be planning some kind of horrendous surprise party or some other embarrassing nightmare. Following the muffled sounds down the hall, I saw the door to Dads bedroom