Handjobs Magazine, to the rescue! As always! This week’s tale comes to us via the feature story of April, 1998 issue of Handjobs, and was written and illustrated by Douglas, about whom I know precious little.
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In fact, it doesn’t seem as though anyone knows much about this guy, although there is an archive of some of his best known illustrations (almost all from Handjobs) over at the Gay Art Gallery.ĭouglas’ work is generally evocative of the Americana illustrations of Norman Rockwell or Lee Dubin, featuring ultra masculine men, usually juxtaposed with a younger guy in some form of stereotypical roleplay: coach/athlete, principal/student, expert/apprentice. Or, like today’s story, good old fashioned family fun! #HANDJOBS GAY PORN STORIES ARCHIVE# Written and illustrated by Douglas ĭuring the spring of my first year at college the entire family got together at my Great Uncle’s John’s farm for the regular five year reunion. Dad promised me a good time (with a sly wink in his eye) but so far it was really boring. Most of my relatives hadn’t seen me since I was fourteen and I kept hearing the same line about how big I’d gotten and how much I looked like my Dad when he played college ball. What was really burning on my mind was dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Nick. He was the the only thing that could salvage this reunion for me. But there didn’t seem much hope of seeing him since dad didn’t expect his brother to make it up here from Florida this year. God, how I wanted to see my hot uncle again. I had spent the previous summer working on his construction crew, lusting after him in secret until finally Nick raped my willing ass and then sucked it dry without mercy. I hadn’t seen my uncle or talked to him since. I had started to write him a hundred different times over the year explaining just how I felt but it always came out stupid.
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Plus I was worried that my Dad would find out just what we did that summer. The men of the family had set up picnic tables in a grove of oaks adjacent to one of my great uncle’s old tobacco fields. The overlapping conversations of some 50-odd relatives filled the air thickly. I was wading through a sea of aunts and bratty cousins trying to get my fair share of the pot- luck picnic pickins when I heard another vehicle pulling up the dirt road. A brand spankin’ new Ram 1500 pickup swaggered up the drive like a horny red bull. “Shit, Nicky how the hell are ya? We didn’t think you were commin!” Then I heard the hearty yell of my Dad over the crowd.ĭistracted for a second by my plate of fried chicken, I didn’t realize who the late visitor was.
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Goddamn if the big hairy fucker hadn’t made it. And let me tell you he looked as redneck hot as he could get.