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  • my buddys son
  • It had been almost twenty-five years since I had seen Jimmy. We had been stationed in the same unit in the army for about six months. I had an immediate attraction to him because he was so good looking, well built but not overly and hung like a horse with low hanging balls. I knew I liked men but also knew that to make a wrong move in the army would have dire consequences. He didn't go out with girls because he had a sweetheart back home he was going to marry when he got out in six months. That was perfect for me because I wanted to spend all my free time in his presence. I had told him a partial truth, saying that I had just gotten a "Dear John" letter from a girl I deeply loved and wasn't ready for other women at this time. The actual truth was a girl I had dated some at my last base had dumped me because I wasn't passionate enough in sex. My heart just wasn't in it and I knew why. I wanted men but was too afraid to do anything about it. I was stuck with my fantasy world and Jimmy was the right person to fill it. He was perfect for me and I gave him a buddy to hang with, without women to tempt him. Read More...

  • daddy next door
  • Nick was just a regular 19-year-old guy, he was pretty lean with a completely smooth swimmers tanned body. He also happened to be gay and had been dreaming about his next door neighbor for weeks, since he had moved in. Read More...

  • oliver and the con man
  • Bottoms Up, the local gay bar in a quiet neighborhood, has now been in business for twelve years, and their business is growing very rapidly. The number of customers has doubled each year for the past three years and the bar is undergoing an expansion. The increase in business, in most part, is due to the Old Queens Gang, a group of six older men who are regular customers of Bottoms Up. The group, for a few years, have met at the bar three or four times a week. The owner of the bar and the bartenders attribute the rise in business to the Old Queens Gang. In one corner of the bar, the owner placed a table and chairs with a sign that reads "RESERVED for the Old Queens GangTues. and Thurs 3:00PM to 7:00PM -Sat and Sun. 3:00PM to 10:00PM". Read More...

  • connecting with dad
  • Daddy was standing naked in the bathroom as he shaved his manly face. He is a rugged, hairy man, but very gentle in his manner. He lives alone in his apartment, and I was staying with him on one of my weekend visits. I had only seen my dad naked a few times before. This time his cock is really big and hard, and I was trying to do my best to not stare at it. Read More...

  • the room
  • A dank dimness fills the room. A naked adolescent stares blankly from the gloom towards a window pane. His marble is skin washed by a wintery sky. He has been with man and knows what passion burns. Fear, remorse, remembrance all tumble in his brain as a figured future dissolves in morning mists. He has woken first and fled the crumpled, crusted sheets and leans by this small square of light where some hope may radiate. Read More...

  • uncle breaks me in
  • I had always wanted him! He was the man on my fantasies; the one I wanted to fuck since my balls dropped. I wanted to my uncle so bad! I beat off to the thought of him fucking my ass and making me his bitch, oh how I wanted him so. Read More...

  • dad satisfies my curiosity
  • This happened when I was about 16 years of age. I had discovered the joy of wanking about 2 years before, and I noticed my prick got bigger the more I wanked, and at 16 it was 7ins. Not only my prick but my bollocks were very large as well. I was a bit of a show-off in the showers after games at school, and there was never a shortage of hands to wank me off. The other boys liked to see me shoot my spunk and I was always winning the shooting contests that we had. I guess big bollocks made more spunk. Read More...

  • queer eye for justice
  • Trey Adkins was an Italian Adonis. A charismatic and sexy street-savvy bad boy. 6'1, a solid 165 lbs. His hair was midnight black hair -- he wore feathered back. His chestnut brown eyes were soulful and seductive. He had full lips and a killer smile...He relished in the thought of one day modeling for Abercrombie and Fitch.... Read More...

  • at the reservoir
  • I take three- to five-mile hikes about twice weekly. I have five nearby nature trails I rotate through (in addition to a few more urban walks). The park I went to recently at the town's reservoir has been on the Internet for years as a male pickup spot, although the police seemed to have stopped that a few years ago, I thought and the pickup spots (the restrooms and an old barn) aren't near where I walk. Read More...

  • the local club
  • I had been asked to join the local profession/business men club that was setup like many in the country for retired men in order to share interests, friendship and do good chartable works for the local community.

    On the face of it I was flattered, because I had received both a letter and a phone call; however, I had just turned forty and I wondered if the chairman of the club knew this. It had transpired that my lovely old neighbour, who was ninety five and still as sharp as a razor, had spoken with Ken the Chairman saying that I would be a good candidate to join. The problem was my neighbour bless her had muddled my age thinking I was going to retire in the next few months, when in effect as much as I wanted to call it a day, I would have to keep working abroad in my chosen field for at least another ten years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)