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  • wild jacks
  • "That's it boy. Suck that dick like your life depended on it," Cameron said, holding Cody by his silky blonde hair. The boy was on his knees, with his shorts down around his ankles. Cameron got off on seeing his smooth naked ass while his pretty lips were wrapped around his dick. Cameron held him still and fucked his face slowly. "You don't know what it's like boy. Living up here in the asshole end of nowhere; with nothing to look at outside but the fucking snow. And nothing to look at come night time 'cept the ugly mug on the guy in the next bunk." Cody knew all right. The oil workers were big hard men. They braved the cold and ice everyday, depending on each other for their lives. Come Friday night, they wanted a little fun with a pretty boy. Women didn't come around the camp. "You better do a good job boy," Cameron said, digging his fingers deeper into Cody's hair and pumping his big dick faster and faster into his face. "That's it boy hold still. I'm gonna come in your mouth just like a pussy," Cameron said, shoving his dick deep down the boy's throat. "Here comes my load faggot and you better not spill a fucking drop," he said, the force of his thrusts pushing the small boy into the corner of the bathroom stall. He came like that, every thrust pushing Cody's head hard into the wall behind him. He was relieved when Cameron finally let him go and dropped seventy-five dollars on the floor. "Great job faggot. You suck dick better than a bitch," he said stuffing his huge dick back into his pants. Cody pulled his shorts up and went back to waiting tables. Three waiters worked the bar tonight. Friday nights were always busy. Out in the bar, the man sitting alone in the corner watched as first Cameron came out of the bathroom and then in a little while, Cody. He'd been waiting 'til he saw Cody again to get another drink. He signaled the boy for another beer, wondering if the man had fucked his ass or his face. Cody brought the beer over and set the glass down. A little slopped over onto the table. "Clean that up boy," the stranger said. His voice was low and deep in the back of his throat, like a growl. "Sloppy work pisses me off." Cody hurried to clean up the mess. This guy looked like no one to fuck with. Trent watched the boy's ass move. He was bare-chested and his denim cutoffs barely covered his smooth bubble butt. Cody could feel the man's dark eyes boring into him as he cleaned up the mess. He stole a look at him out of the corner of his eye. His weathered face had fought a lot of long hard winters. He was big and bulky, like all the men in Wild Jack's. The rolled up sleeves of his dark red flannel shirt showed his bulging biceps and his huge forearms. But this guy was different from the big clumsy men who were the bar's regulars. There was a stillness about him that bordered on arrogance. A hard coldness that was like the land he worked mysterious, alluring. It was in the way he sat, the way he looked Cody up and down with naked need and desire. He controlled everything he did, and did nothing he couldn't control completely. It was all or nothing with him. Cody was irresistibly drawn to that stillness. A little beer spilled onto the crotch of the man's jeans. Cody couldn't help but notice the bulge outlined by the wetness. The man grabbed his small arm in his huge hand and pulled Cody close enough for him to see the beer stuck in his mustache. He saw a cold hard glint in those dark eyes that made his dick push against his tight shorts. "You're a bad waitress boy. I oughta make you lick that shit up. You suck dick any better than you serve beer faggot?" Read More...

  • train travel fun
  • I was on my way to Glasgow to visit family. I thought I was the only one in the carriage when all of a sudden this very cute lad sits opposite me he asks if he could sit with me as its his first time alone on a overnight train. He said he had heard that boys his age are chatted up and taken advantage off at times on trains. Read More...

  • daddy gets zapped
  • I was thirteen years old the first time I saw my dad naked. He was in his mid-30s at the time, very muscular, dark brown hair, buzz-cut with flecks of gray especially around the temples. He had just finished taking a shower and was finishing drying himself off in his bedroom. I had gone to his room to ask him if I could go play at my friend's house for the day and I saw him come out of the bathroom in the buff. He was a big, sexy man. About five foot ten, 195 pounds with a lean waist and a light covering of hair, he was also very handsome with blue-gray eyes, a square jaw and high cheekbones. He could have modelled for Colt if he'd wanted. His cock must have been six and a half inches dead soft and his balls were big, round and full. I felt giddy just looking at him and had trouble keeping my eyes away from his dick as I was talking to him. All the while he was casually standing there buck naked drying off in front of me! He and I were always very close, especially after he and my mom got divorced and he got custody of me. He'd regularly walk around the house naked and we would have very candid talks about sex if I ever asked him anything about it. Read More...

  • stroking with my son
  • I'm a single father with one son. During my son's teen years I discovered he was a major masturbator like myself. When I was his age, I was stroking my cock day and night. Sometimes, I would beat off alone and sometimes with the two brothers that lived across the street. My own dad caught me a number of time stroking my hard cock. Sometimes mid-session of self-pleasure and other times during the clean up. I even spy on dad a few times jacking his own hard cock. My son Mark started not to be too shy about jacking off around his 16th birthday. Read More...

  • life begins at 40
  • It was probably the most daring thing he had ever done in the whole of his cautious filled life. He certainly didn't have enough courage to use the phone in order to place his advert but instead opted for the Rendezvous by Post section of the newspaper. His hands shook as he penned the words on the coupon printed in the paper for the use of readers and his writing looked almost spidery like someone of advancing years. But he was getting on, well forty-two next birthday and youth was fast receding into history. Eventually he did complete the application, wrote out the cheque and slipped all into an envelope ready to post the next day. Read More...

  • the internet is the new matchmaker
  • In this day of the Internet one can never be surprised when something comes your way. Chat rooms have been created for the sole purpose of meeting other people. Singles rooms and gay rooms seem to abound. Little did I know when this medium came about that my life would change. Read More...

  • uncle jack
  • Karl woke up to the smell of pancakes and syrup. Yesterday was his last day of school. Now he was off for the summer. He yawned and stretched his thin, muscular frame. Karl stood about 5' 9" and had a wiry wrestler's build. His whole body was sleek and hairless except for the light brown patch above his cock. He threw off the covers, putting his feet on the floor. His oversized hands slipped through his long brown hair. He scratched the pubes above his big morning hard-on. Read More...

  • my first encounter but not my last
  • I jacked off every chance I got, afterall, it was the only sex that I was having. I lived in a pretty remote area and school was the only place to meet girls, and even then, most were taken or had marriage on their minds just to get away from home. I was not into that and besides, when I jacked off, I fantasized about other boys not girls at all. I had this place that I use to slip off to when I got horny where I wouldn't be disturbed. It was an old travel trailer that had been left behind and parked in the woods. Over time the weeds had overtaken the area closes to the road, so unless you knew it was there, you couldn't see it any longer and it offered to perfect place for me to jack my cock and shoot my cum. I could only imagine what it would be like to suck another cock or have mine sucked by a male. Read More...

  • daniel
  • I first meet my best mate Daniel at school, he and his family had just moved to London, from Ireland, he was a year older than me; I was 11 years old at the time. As a new boy he was introduced to the class and the teacher told him to sit next to me, as he sat down I smiled at him and said, "Hi," in a low voice as class had commenced. At break time we moved out of class together, and into the play area and started to talk. From then onwards be became very close friends as time went on. Read More...

  • surprising dad
  • My story begins when I was about nineteen years old. I was full of raging hormones and racing thoughts about sex. Every thing I thought about had a sexual undertone to it. I found that I masturbated a lot, and was able to get off on just about anything. But I think the one thing that turned me on the most back then, was the first time that I saw my father's cock as he was walking around the house. He used to walk around all of the time in just his briefs. I found this very hot. We lived alone during this time. He was in his mid fifties and very professional and preppy looking. He was a bit on the husky side and, I thought very attractive.

    One night after I had gone to bed, I got up from my sleep having to pee really badly. I didn't think twice about looking to see if someone was in bathroom I went in. My dick was hard in my tight white briefs with having to pee so badly, that I just flung the door open and rushed in with my dick already pulled out of my tight white briefs. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)