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    • We are enjoying the happy spring, now that the bees are beginning to carry leaves like mouse-ears. We have finally gotten ready to order Roger's new book, as you can see (I hpe the stock is not empty yet).

    What particularly makes us "fit for a fight" are the pictures showing a naked (almost) hard father and a son, hard out of a fly and then see the son helping his fatherfrom behind to relax his hardness. It reminds me of us and it looks so tender and gentle although I can brag about having two sons helping me at the same time.

    How many times haven't we been in the same situation up at the the farm, them helping me fertilize the fileds throug the years, since they started helping me almost twenty years ago. I can still remember their small and eager hands around my hardness, almost fighting to get the best grip and me just standing there, legs apart, smiling and enjoying it. And after, them hanging on my arms and me helping them till they squealed like small hogs and fell apart. And then wanting more and milking my testicles till I was ready again and fell to the ground on my hands and knees and they crept up by my sides and reached in under my stomach and milked me like a cow till I erupted and brawled and fertilized the field some more.

    So! You see! We just have to have the book! Anyway we are carrying on as usual.

    This Easter my boys wanted to go up to the farm and I decided to go along. There was still a lot of snow, but we managed to get up. We were completely alone, it was chilly but the sun was warm. We shoveled a lot of snow to get to the house, but once we had the fire goint, it was fantastic. We litterally let everything go. You should have seen us. Three guys in shirts and skipants with open flies and everything hanging out, walking about. And every time we went skiing we put our dicktubes on to protct our toys from being cold. It was so nice to be with them and feel free and easy, and to have small orgies in front of the fireplace is fabolous, believe me.

    I think we all need to get away and be together now and then, really be close and feel the tenderness and love. When I hold them in my arms (or at least try to since they are so grown-up now). I feel like a real father and I can imagine how my own father felt when he held me close after our lovemaking, especially since I never could keep my hands off him and my boys never can keep their hands off me or each other.

    It's amazing that after all these years, you can still find new spots to touch, new muscles to squeeze and new ways of using your fingers and tongues. And I am still amazed I can't sleep without them close to me and it's the same for them. I have always thought that in the end, you, after making love, wanted to turn away on your special sleeping side to get a good night's sleep. We, all three, just have to curl up together, me in the middle and my boys curled up close, almost on me on each side. then we can sleep. Soundly, I might add, very soundly and all three of us, too. And if I have to pee, I can almost hear them whimper when I manage to get out of their entangled arms and legs.

    Anyway, we stayed up there till Wednesday after Easter and really lived and on the way down here both Allan and Jasse kept going on in the back of the van and I just kept looking in the back mirror and more than nce I nearly drove off the road. But they just kept going, teasing me and now and then they came up front and grabbed and licked me and kept me hard under the steering wheel, both inside and outside my fly. They were like young kids and sometimes I just had to act like a father and tell them to cool it, at least till we could take a break and I could get out of my trousers.

    I could get cocky as a man if i wanted to since them boys always have told me how big I am down there and still do. But since I know the imporant thing is what you can get and give with it, I don't believe size is that important. Maybe when you are young, but now, at my age, so many things play a part in the sex. Your manhood is merely a tool you can use or a toy among other toys to play. I know my own father was exceptionally big and hung and proud of it and would and did show off a lot. But when he got sick, he told me he wished he could trade the greatness to more frequentability. Not that he couldn't cum, it just took him so long from hardness to satisfaction and we all, both him, me and my boys worked very hard to bring him off. It was easier if one of was inside him during the workout, but at the same time more difficult for us, since his testicles made it uncomfortalbe for him to be on his side. But we did the best he could to help him.

    So whatever we have, I think it's better to do things with it than envy bigger men and be malcontent. Don't you think so, too?

    Now we can just sit back and wait for Roger to arrive. The mere thought makes me hard, to tell the truth (ps. Don't tell anyone!). And we will go to the mailbox everyday, since we know your speedy and excellent delivery service.


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