My mother was in the bookstore business ever since she graduated from Columbia at the age of twenty-one. She immediately went to work for her parents in one of their bookstores in Chicago and soon had made quite an impression on the legit book sellers trade there. They specialized in quality books and writerpoetry readings. From what Ive been told, it was all quite chic and made her family fairly wealthy.

I had one of the most hedonistic nights of my life in a Roman "underground" sex club near piazza Barbarini just a few years ago. I was wandering the streets at about : a.m., as is my habit in many cities I visit. Im NOT out selling or plyingmy "wares", but rather like to have a city to myself for at least an hour. Often devoid of people, wet from when the city cleaners hose them down, one can meander down the steps to Berninis fountain...I just love it! I wandered down some street and a MAN whispered to me in Italian, he was silver-haired, middle-aged and rather good-looking. Like a less-glossy Rossano Brazzi.

Many married men think of their home as their castle. And they consider a local tearoom or bathhouse as their playground. But few ever seem to merge the two concepts into one brilliant idea. Whereas a married father will keep his home all clean and cum-junkie free, he will most hungrily make a video bookstore with a glory hole arcade his feeding grounds.

Although I was only thirteen, Id already sucked most every variety of cock hanging between mens legs. But, still, dads cock was startling. It was big but that Id guessed from glimpses of him in the bathroom or just judging from the hefty bulge inside his Eddie Bauer khakis. And, of course, Max had told me hed also guessed my dad was hung. But now that I was holding it and tasting it, dads penis seemed to be the center of my teenaged universe. Its not merely that it was long, perhaps closing in a solid nine inches, and thick

I laid on my bed struggling between thoughts of running away and feigning sleep. Maybe if dad thought I was asleep, knowing I had to go to school in the morning, hed leave me alone. Even at , I didnt pretend this would be the end of it but at least Id be able to delay his punishment for another hours. I remained in my bed, still as a mouse. The faint smell of semen still filling my nostrils along with a certain panic, made my breathing

As a little kid, I grew up going to the local cinema. And most of the movies I went to see, I saw either alone or with my best friend from school. Yeah, there were color televisions, refrigerators with automatic icemakers, moon landings and other "modern age" attractions when I was little. But kids taking in a movie each and every day by themselves during summer vacation and after classes during the school year helped to make the local

Max pulled me close to him as we stared into the security monitors. "See that guy there...", he said pointing to a man in the bookstore area who was standing at a magazine rack, "hes got one of the biggest dicks I hear...hes in here ALL the time...aint never seen him suck anybody but several of the regulars have said theyve all done him...hangs like inches or something." I looked at the man closely as he flipped through a magazine and even through the slightly grainy image spotted a long mound running down his pants leg. "Oh, fuck...look here kid...", Max said pointing to one of the arcade monitors.

I was startled to see dad suddenly so relaxed and jovial. It was as though the blow job Id given made a new made out of him. But that was merely a nave eighth-graders take on life. The reality of the situation was more complex and planned than Id been led to believe. "I scared you there, didnt I son?", had laughed. "You thought I was going to bash your skull in or toss you out a window, didnt you?"

Max told me he would call his friend the following morning to see what he could set up. I was extremely hesitant to admit that the idea of making a movie appealed to me greatly. After having seen the my very first porn videos downstairs in the bookstore arcade, I thought it would be sort of cool to be in one. "So, would I have to do what the guys in the videos do downstairs?", I asked Max who was re-adjusting his shirt and belt after having fucked my mouth. "Kid, youd be able to do anything you want on video...

Our daddy is the best daddy in the whole wide world. At least thats what me and my little brothers, Jamie and Justin all think. Im Jonathan and Im seven-years-old. Jamies the middle and is four-years-old. And at two and half, Justins the littlest. We all get along real well. My mommys daddy, Grandpa Louis says its because my mommy and daddy are raising us to be "adventurous and do whatever we want to do".