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Subject: The Robbery – ch 5 – adult/youth, incest, auth This is a wild and freewheeling story about domination and submission between deviant dads, horny sons (sometimes eager and sometimes reluctant), and an assortment of other randy men. (The first father doesn’t show up until chapter 3, but dad/son becomes the main theme from that point forward.) I’d like to point out that I am NOT the original author. This story seems to have disappeared entirely from the internet, but I happen to have a mostly complete copy in an old inbox of mine, and I’d like to upload it to to introduce it to a new generation of readers and archive it for posterity. I have 22 chapters. I’m not sure if that’s the complete story, because the last chapter suggests that the story will continue, but it’s possible that the author might have just stopped writing at that point. I will not be editing the author’s original work, so all spelling, punctuation etc. are his. I might also add some character roundups at the beginning of chapters. The author of the story is given as RBW. I think that I have a vague recollection of sometimes seeing this as RBW511 or RBW551 or RBW311 or RBW331, but I’m not certain of that. A reader pointed out that he also may have gone by RBW6969 at some point. If you would like to contact me, the uploader, you can reach me at ail but once again, I did not write this story so I can’t incorporate suggestions etc. I will try to upload chapters on a regular basis but forgive me if I ever take a while between chapters. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I have over the years! *** The characters so far… Martino (the robber): big and muscular, just over 6′ tall, 8.5″ uncut dick, black hair, hairy chest, scruffy Jeremy (Jeff’s son): 10yo, uncut dick, sandy blond hair, smooth Mark (the babysitter): around 15 or 16, preppy jock, cut dick, buzz-cut dark brown hair, light dusting of hair Jeff Lorenzo (the single father): 30yo, big and muscular, 7″ uncut dick, 195 pounds, tall, blond hair *** The Robbery – Part V A few months back, Jeff had taken Jeremy on a weekend camping trip, and had asked Mark, his next door neighbor’s son, to keep an eye on the place, occasionally turn on some lights, and water the plants while they were gone. Since Jeff had satellite TV, and Mark’s family just had cable, he ended up hanging out there quite a bit that weekend, and besides, Jeff had told him to make himself at home, so Mark figured he wouldn’t mind. As Jeff had mentioned before they left, the gardener was going to be coming, and said that the guy was istanbul travesti cool. “It’d be fine to offer him a drink if he wanted one,” he’d said. So the presence of a guy with a mower and hedge clippers milling around all afternoon was no surprise. It was extremely hot that day, somewhere over 90 degrees, so occasionally Mark would notice the poor gardener pausing to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and generally curse the sunlight. At one point, Mark looked over to see the man standing by the sliding glass doors in the dining room, he was taking his shirt off and using it to wipe off his face before sticking it in the back pocket of his jeans. His massive chest shone with sweat in the sun, and the black hair that covered it must have made him even more uncomfortable in the heat, Mark suspected. He was an intimidating guy, pretty tall and built like a horse. His jeans hung just barely on his hips, and Mark thought for a second that he could see the top of the man’s pubic hair, but he was too far away. He got up to go take a closer look. He wasn’t sure why, all he knew was that he was curious about this big bull of a man. He went to the glass doors. He watched the gardener from the back as he clipped the hedges, his sweaty back forming an impressive, sinewy V. As he turned to clip a hedge facing the other direction, he was sort of faced toward Mark, and he could see that, sure enough, the trail of hair leading down into his jeans got thicker and bushier right at the top of his pants. Mark guessed that, probably because of the heat, the guy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Mark felt a stirring in his own shorts, which were starting to tent out a little. He pushed down on his dick, to feel it, and also to maybe coax it into not embarrassing him. When he looked back over, the gardener was staring at him with this nasty smirk on his face. Mark had thought that the difference in light levels inside and out would have meant all the guy would see was a reflection in the window, but he must have been standing too close to it. Mark quickly composed himself and opened the door. “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” he stammered. “It’s damn hot, but otherwise …” the gardener answered questioningly. “Oh, uh, I’m Mark, I’m watching the house, uh … for the weekend.” He stuck out his hand. The guy took it and shook, still holding the clippers in the other hand. “Martino. Nice to meet you.” Martino looked down at Mark’s crotch quickly and slowly sized up the kid’s firm body. Mark took his hand away and looked around nervously. kadıköy travesti “Yeah, so, I was just wondering, uh, if you, you know, since it’s so hot, if you wanted a drink or something.” Martino squinted in the sunlight. “You got any beers in there?” “Uh, think so. I can check.” He did, and came back out with a Heineken. “Thanks, kid.” “Sure. Well, uh, guess I’ll go back in, just let me know if you … need anything.” “Right.” Martino went back to work, and Mark went to watch some more stupid Saturday afternoon TV shows. At one point, Mark glanced out the window and noticed Martino was rubbing his crotch, not really getting serious about it, but also more than just a scratch. It almost seemed like he was getting a hardon and trying to move it into a comfortable position. Then he moved out of Mark’s view again. At around 5:15 or so, Martino knocked on the back door and opened it halfway. “Hey, kid!” Mark jumped up and went to the kitchen. “Yeah?” “Right, well, it looks like I’m all done out here.” He stepped inside. “Whew! I cannot wait for fall.” Mark chuckled. “Say, uh, what was your name again?” “Mark.” “Mark, right, say listen, Mark,” Martino moved closer to Mark, a little bit too close, about a foot and a half away from him. It made Mark a little uncomfortable, but he was already leaning up against the kitchen counter and couldn’t move away. He could feel the heat coming off the bull’s body, and could smell the musky, manly odor. “Sometimes, on days like this, Jeff lets me take a quick shower … you ‘spose that’d be alright? I probably stink like hell by now.” As he said it, he lifted his right arm up over his head to expose his hairy, sweaty armpit. The odor was unmistakable now, and Mark unconsciously smelled to gauge how bad it really was. The aroma was hypnotic. “Uh, w-w-well, I guess so … you sure it’d be alright with Jeff?” “Absolutely. Like I say, he let’s me do it all the time.” “OK, yeah, OK, go ahead, I guess.” “Thanks, kid.” He touched Mark on the side of the neck and quickly rubbed it, which Mark thought was somewhat odd, and went upstairs. Mark went back to watching TV, and although he was getting a bit bored, he knew he should wait for the gardener to leave. When Gilligans Island was over, he realized that he’d watched a whole half-hour episode and Martino was not done yet. He was itching to go back home, and possibly dinner was ready, so he decided to go check on him. When he got upstairs, he heard that, sure enough, the shower was still bakırköy travesti running, so he went into the bedroom at the end of the hall. The door to the bathroom was mostly open, and steam came out the top of it. He didn’t want that big scary guy thinking he was spying on him, and plus, he might tell Jeff if he did, so he crept over to the bed, from where he could see into the bathroom. In the glass shower stall Martino stood, away from the flowing water, slowly stroking on the biggest dick Mark had ever seen. It was amazing to watch him stroke it, play with it, twist his big hand around it. He treated it like his most prized possession, staring at it with such pride and pleasure. Mark’s own dick was hard as a rock in seconds, and slowly he lowered himself onto the bed. With one knee up, he pulled back the leg of his shorts and pulled his aching dick out of the bottom. He stroked his own meat along with the hairy stud in the shower. The guy was faced away from the door, and Mark was fairly certain he would not be noticed, but what he didn’t know was that Martino, while showering, had bumped the shaving mirror on the shower wall so that it gave him a perfect view out into the bedroom. When he saw that the boy was watching him, he stepped up the show a bit, running soapy hands over his big hairy pecs, playing with his stiff nipples, and jerking his cock steadily faster. He ran one soapy hand into his asscrack, playing with his hole, and clenched up his powerful ass muscles seductively. He watched the boy closely, saw him put his fingers in his mouth and flog his pretty teenage cock lustily. Finally, Martino threw his head back and groaned loudly (he knew it didn’t matter any longer if he made noise), shooting his load at the tiled wall. He could see the boy’s body jerk on the bed, and knew he must be cumming, too. He grinned to himself as he finished rinsing off. The phone was ringing, so Mark fixed his shorts and ran downstairs to get it. Martino’s shirt was still damp with sweat, so he put on only his jeans, making sure that, off to one side, his half-hard dick was clearly visible, and went downstairs. Mark was on the phone with his dad, who had called to say dinner was ready, so Martino just went over to him, whispered, “Thanks for the shower, dude,” smiled, and fondled the kid’s packed crotch in lieu of a handshake before disappearing out the front door. “Mark … Mark!” his dad was calling through the receiver. Mark just stood there, his mouth gaping open. “Huh?” “What’s the matter with you? I asked you a question.” “Oh, sorry, what, dad?” “Do you want ice cream for dessert?” “Uh, yeah. Sure. OK, I’m leaving now.” He said goodbye and hung up, but stalled for a few minutes, trying to bring to mind anything at all that would make his hardon subside.

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