Roger Payne en el Nuevo Blog de Warron 2

EL NUEVO BLOG DE WARRON 2, ha publicado una selección de dibujos de Roger Payne. Me dedica la entrada y se lo agradezco porque de verdad Roger es mi dibujante preferido.

He destacado esta escena en la que el abuelo se está trajinando al nieto:

Ábrete bien muchacho, que tu abuelo está cachondo

Vedlas todas en el enlace:

http://elnuevoblogdewarron2.blogspot.com/2010/12/roger-payne.html

Y si quereis leer relatos eróticos de Roger o ilustrados por él, con relaciones paterno- filiales, abuelos con nietos o incestos entre hermanos:

http://battlesofthegrandpa.wordpress.com/category/roger/

Uno de mis preferidos es PLANTING THE SEEDS:

http://battlesofthegrandpa.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/planting-the-seeds/

Y tenéis más dibujos de Roger en el enlace de DADDY SHERE:

http://www.daddyshere.com/roger-payne.asp

Os destaco un ejemplo de esta página donde padre y abuelo se cepillan al hijo complaciente:

Alumno agradecido a su profesor

El Nuevo Blog de Warron 2, ha publicado una colección de dibujos eróticos entre los que hay varios de Roger Payne, mi dibujante favorito.

Pero también este hermoso dibujo sin firma en el que al parecer un antiguo alumno cariñoso y aplicado muestra agradecimiento a su viejo y experimentado profesor, por todo lo que le había enseñado a lo largo de su vida estudiantil.

Un buen homenaje a nuestros queridos maestros.

http://elnuevoblogdewarron2.blogspot.com/2010/12/168-coleccion-de-dibujo-erotico.html

COMO ME HICE UN HOMBRE por Treston (Peludete)

COMO ME HICE UN HOMBRE por Treston (Peludete)

Con un padre tan buenorro ¿a quien le puede interesar el futbol?

Estaba ayudando a Cipotense, mi mejor amigo, y su padre a rastrillar las últimas hojas. Tenía un gran jardín y su padre siempre le obligaba a ayudarle con los trabajos de jardinería. Cipotense y yo queríamos ir al partido de futbol esa tarde y la única forma de que acabara el trabajo a tiempo era que le ayudase.

ROGER PAYNE: SON FUCK

En la página de DADDY’S HERE he encotrado una buene colección de dibujos de ROGER PAYNE.

Voy a copiar solo algunos, la mayoría relacionadas con relaciones paterno- filiales, podéis ver muchas más en el enlace:

http://www.daddyshere.com/roger-payne.asp

SON FUCK

 

SCHOOL LESSONS

I was in no hurry to get home. We’d gotten our report cards that day and I knew that when my parents saw mine, I would be in big trouble. The moment I got home, Mom took one look at my grades and said sternly, “Your father and I will have to do something about these. Go to your room. No TV or playing after school until these improve”.

Things only got worse. Dad and Mom hired my math teacher, Mr. Horncock, as a private tutor. My lessons started the very next week. Dad walked me over to Mr. Horncock’s place and said, “I’ll be back at 9 o’clock sharp to get you”

I was really afraid of Mr. Horncock. He was the strictest teacher in school. I was trembling as I followed him into his study.

No tenía ninguna prisa por llegar a casa. Nos habían entregado los boletines de notas ese día y sabía que cuando mis padres vieran el mío, me iba a acarrear un problema grave. En cuanto llegué a casa,  Mi madre echó un vistazo a mis notas y dijo severamente,

“Tu padre y yo tendremos que hacer algo para solucionar esto. Vete a tu cuarto. Nada de TV ni juegos después del instituto hasta que estas notas mejoren”.

Las cosas sólo empeoraron. Mis padres contrataron a mi profesor de matemáticas, Mr. Horncock, como tutor privado. Las lecciones comenzaron la semana siguiente. Mi padre me llevó a casa de Mr. Horncock y dijo, ” Volveré a las 9 en punto para recogerte” Realmente tenía miedo de Mr. Horncock. Era el profesor más estricto del instituto. Temblaba mientras le seguía hasta su estudio.

 

“We both know why you’re here. I’ll see that your grades improve. But first, we need to clear your mind. I know exactly what boys like you are thinking about all the time. We’ll take care of that and then you’ll be able to concentrate on your studies. So, take off all your clothes, boy. Let’s get this out of the way”.

MICKEY

Everyone knew that Mickey was a bad boy. He often cut school and headed out to the rest stop to pick up truckers. He had a weakness the big, rough, hairy guys who had routes through the area.

Most of the truckers who stopped at the area would go inside to piss, but Mickey knew that if he went down into the trees and followed the beaten down paths, he might stumble across some guy pissing in the woods. That could mean only one thing: the guy was looking for some action.

Mickey would be hard before he even approached the guy, and he seldom got turned down. He had the young, smooth good looks that the older truckers really got off on. He almost always got his ass plowed or the very least got to suck some cock when he went to the rest stop.

 

Todo el mundo sabía que Mickey era un chico malo. A menudo hacía novillos en el instituto y se iba al área de descanso de la autopista a ligar con los camioneros. Tenía debilidad por los tipos grandotes, machotes y peludos que solían circular por el área.

La mayor parte de los camioneros que se paraban en el área iban a mear en el urinario, pero  Mickey sabía que si se adentraba entre los árboles y caminaba un poco por los senderos,  podría encontrarse a algún tipo meando en el bosque. Esto solo podía significar una cosa: el macho buscaba un poco de acción.

Mickey se cercioraba bien antes de acercarse al machote, pero al final raras veces era rechazado. Era un joven guapetón y suave con el que los viejos camioneros se ponían realmente bien cachondos. Cuando se pasaba por el área de descanso casi siempre conseguía que le follaran bien el culo o al menos mamar algún cipote.

GRANDPA KNOWS BEST

Another hot tale from Roger:

Otro cuendo cachondo de Roger:

My grandson Donny was getting himself into trouble. My daughter complained that he was hanging out with the wrong crowd and she was tired of making trips to the principal’s office. My son in law was partly to blame. He had no spine and didn’t have a clue how to handle an ornery lad.

“Send him over here for a week,” I told them. “It’s time he had some old school learning.” My son in law was reluctant but my daughter was relieved to hear my office.

Donny seemed a bit nervous the first day he spent with me, but by the second day he was settled in enough to play pranks on me.

“Hey! You twerp! I yelled at him when I collared him. “Maybe you can get away with this shit at home, but not around here. It’s time I drilled some respect into you, boy”. 

Mi nieto Donny se estaba metiendo en problemas. Mi hija se quejaba de que él se estaba juntando con una pandilla peligrosa y estaba harta de hacer viajes a la comisaría. Mi yerno era en parte culpable. Él no tenía ningún mando ni sabía como manejar a un chaval tan intratable.

MR. O’MALLEY’S CUM HUNGRY BOYS

Another hot tale from Roger:

Otro cuendo cachondo de Roger:

Marty had had the hots for his friend Joe’s father for quite some time. Sometimes Marty would go to Joe’s house when he knew he wasn’t home just to get a chance to look at Joe’s dad.

One day, Mr O’Malley invited him in. As they talked, Marty could feel his cook start to stiffen and make a tent in the crotch of his pants. He couldn’t resist covering it with his hand and giving it a good squeeze whenever he thought Mr. O’Malley wasn’t looking.

But Mr. O’Malley was looking. He noticed that Marty was playing with himself and figures that the kid might be good for a blow job.

“Marty,” he said to the boy, “why don’t you come upstairs with me? I have something I’d like to show you up there. It’s something I think you’ll be very interested in.”

The older man led Marty up to his bedroom where he dropped his shorts and turned around, showing the boy his hardening fuck shaft. Mr O’Malley leaned back on his bed. The boy quickly pulled off his own shirt and shorts and dove into his friend’s father crotch.

He could smell the man’s crotch sweat. It was the kind of smell that drove a boy like Marty wild. He sniffed and licked all around Mr. O’Malley’s crotch before licking up the shaft of his cock and developing the cock head, Marty tongued underneath the older man’s foreskin and lapped all around his dick, savouring the taste of the man’s precum.

Mr. O’Malley used his hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit in the boy’s mouth, and before long, he was ready to pop.

“Oooooh!” he groaned. “I’m gonna shoot, son,”

Marty pulled back and watched as the older man started spurting long, spunky ribbons in the air. He leaned in and tried to catch as much as possible on his tongue, and what he didn’t manage to catch, he licked up out of Mr. O’Malley’s wiry bush of pubic hair.

“What a load,” the boy said, wiping his chin.

“There’s always plenty more, Marty. Stop by anytime, whether Joe is home or not.” 

GRANDPA’S SECRET

This is a new hot tale, from the book “Handjobs presents Roger”, writed and illustrated by Roger, translated by Grandpa:

Este es un nuevo cuento cachondo del libro “Handjobs presents Roger”, escrito e ilustrado por Roger, traducido al español por Grandpa.

Grandpa and I used to have a secret. Every times he came to stay with us, we’d wait until everyone else had gone to bed, then he’d sneak into my room and crawl into bed with me. It all started very innocently. Grandpa knew how much I liked to hear about his adventures during the war. So he’d lie on my bed next to me at night and tell me his tales. I really liked the scary ones.

Then one night, Grandpa noticed I had my hand between my legs and I was clutching a stiff boner. I don’t know why I was hard. He reached under the covers and squeezed me down there. Then he asked,”Do you want to fell me?”

Before I knew it, we were both naked and Grandpa was teaching me all kinds of tricks to do with my boner.

Now, every time Grandpa crawls into bed with me, one thing leads to another and eventually Grandpa’s cock ends up in my butt hole. He holds on tight to me and thrusts deep as I jack my cock. Grandpa’s big fucker always responds to the spasm in my twitching and spurting his big load up my chute. That’s all it takes to bring me off I splash my jizz all over me and Grandpa.

Grandpa and I then head for the shower to get cleaned up.

PLANTING THE SEEDS

Machotes, he querido traducir para vosotros uno de los textos del fantástico libro “Handjobs presents Roger”, que ya os había recomendado en otra comunicación anterior. Os dejo la versión bilingue.

PLANTING THE SEEDS

Mr Day owned a landscaping business and had hired me for the summer to be his helper. He worked at many of the really big houses in town and told me that sometimes the yards were just too big to take care of by himself. I liked helping him out. I had always thought he was kind of hot looking. All that yard work has really given him a chiselled torso.

One day it had gotten really hot and we were pretty far away from the main house, so Mr Day pulled his jeans off and was working in his briefs. I could clearly see the outline of his big fucker wadded up beneath the thin fabric. My own cock was starting to throb and a wet spot was forming in the worn crotch of my jeans. I quickly found an excuse to wander off so I could go flog my log.

El señor Day es dueño de un negocio de jardinería y me contrató durante el verano para ser su ayudante.