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  • uncle tinker
  • I have known I was gay since I was a boy, but I have kept it a secret for most of my life. I am 24 now and have been out for about 8 years. I have always been attracted to big hairy guys, and ever since I was little I have been attracted to my uncle Tinker. He is big and burly has red hair and has worked construction for most of his life, and I have always thought he was hot! He has always been a mans man and I never thought I would ever get a chance to even see his dick, but I was wrong. Read More...

  • kyle and his father - a drive in the country
  • It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as Jeff Hyatt and his 19-year-old son Kyle drove through the country. Jeff loved to take these long drives in the country and get away from the city for a while. Since he had made partner at his law firm these trips were becoming scarcer. So he treasured them all that much more. Plus it was a good time for him to get together with his Son and just talk and catch up on things. Read More...

  • my hot dad
  • My dad was an ex army man and body builder and I was a scrawny 90 lb sissy, which I constantly heard from my dad. He hated the fact that I was terrible at sports, was in the band, and had only girls for friends. I knew I was gay and I started sneaking off to the adult bookstore and hanging out in the parking lot. This is how I got into older men. I would give them head and they would get me porno in return. Read More...

  • artist and model
  • I held the boys business card in one hand, and the phone in the other. I was starting to feel nervous about calling the young man. Im generally a fairly confident guy, and somewhat experienced sexually, but I still cant shake that twinge of nervousness when Im about to talk to a boy I like. I took a deep breath and dialed the number. Read More...

  • james
  • Sometimes, when we least expect it, things happen that either change our lives, or bring back moments in our life that has been lost somewhere in our subconscious. This usually won't turn our lives around, but it will make an impact on us for at least the present. I will never forget, nor do I want to forget, that moment in time that I first met James. Read More...

  • a night at the theater
  • My friend Norman and I decided to break up our holiday together which had included plenty of touchy feely stuff and lots more sucky, sucky stuff...but that's another story. We bought tickets to a touring Broadway show and took our seats. There was an empty seat next to me and in my usually grouchy fashion waited for the fat, smelly old lady who usually occupied that seat whenever this happened to me and I dreamed of the "special stud." Read More...

  • pipe smoking daddy bear
  • The crew had been pouring concrete in the hot summer sun since dawn. One of the new concrete workers was finding it especially difficult to concentrate around 4:45 on this Wednesday afternoon. Since starting the new job, Dan had become secretly obsessed with Mack, the brawny jobsite foreman. Read More...

  • the exhibitionist
  • From my early teens, I always enjoyed fishing, and at one time I was very energetic and used a lot of that energy in trying to catch fish. I was about to reach my mid-forties and I had become lazy. I had found a fishing dock on a lake where I could set leisurely in a chair while fishing and I went there very often to fish from sundown to sun up when the weather was comfortably warm. Read More...

  • flag tattoo
  • First thing I noticed was his walk. He sways on bow legs like a fucking sailor, you know? You can see a guy's walk from way off, hits you long before you can make out his mug. A guy comes sailing down the street with a runway stride? forget it! No queens, no way. I'm into man meat. I get my pick, being the coolest looking piece on this here market. Why lie? Hell, I'm young, built, got all my front teeth and I know how to dress. Hey, men don't come down here because they're turned on by trash punks, they come looking for a substitute for that boy that lives next door. They want to make it with their old selves; the clean cut suburban types. Me, as per example! I don't get no funky haircuts, I keep clean and wear a touch of familiar Old Spice. I wear socks, even. White jockeys, too. Just like they remember from their first time to cross the line. 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)