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  • construction workers son
  • I guess I was about 12 when I first started noticing that all my jack off fantasies were about guys. I know now that this is not unusual. But I didnt then. By the time I was 14, I pretty well figured out that I was probably not ever going to be as attracted to girls as I was to guys - if I was ever going to be attracted to girls at all, which I doubted. Read More...

  • irish proud grandpa
  • This here is a proud family tradition passed from Father to Son. It's male bondin' that comes right from the piss slot. Who gives a fuck if'n the studs in our family are filthy fuckin scumbags. Read More...

  • jacks proposition
  • I got an internship at a law office while attending college; I have to work from two to five pm. It was Friday afternoon, I sent Ted a text message asking him to go online so we can chat, I waited until 3 pm and entered a private chat with Ted. We were typing things back and forth on the lines like oh honey I miss you and cannot wait to see you. I texted to Ted well as of 5 pm today I will be heading home for the weekend. Ted was thrilled he stated I could not wait that long I need to see you. That is when I decided to turn my webcam on. Teds laptop is lacking a cam so Ted can only see me. Ted texted baby you are looking hot. I told Ted I was getting a hard-on. Teds text proved it, so I looked around stood up and unzipped my slacks. I hauled out my stiffening dick; I got a text from Ted stating how badly he wanted to suck it. I told Ted I want you to suck on it too baby. I then texted him saying this is not the place for this. Therefore, I stuffed in back in, sat down, and continued texting ted. We texted back and forth, for about a half an hour talking bullshit like what is for dinner and other shit. Suddenly, my phone rang it was Mr. Renaldo receptionist. She said Mr. Williams, I answered yes what could I do for you? Mr. Renaldo would like to see you in his office please. I told Ted I have to go the boss man wants me in his office. Ted texted okay baby see you later at home, and we signed off. Read More...

  • lessons from my fisting dad
  • I am in my Dad's room. My parents are divorced. I am living with my Dad. I am young and horny and very curious. My Dad is at work (or so i think). Being the horny kid that I am - I am snooping around my father's bedroom hoping to find some porno. After going through his drawers, under the bed and not having any luck, I go to his closet. Above the rack of hanging clothes is a single shelf with folded sweaters and a couple of shoe boxes stacked on top of each other. I pull the boxes down, place them on the floor, open it up. Finally. I find what I have been searching for. My teen dick is hard, stretching my underwear and causing a noticeable bulge on my jeans. I flip through the other shoe boxes. Score. Even more VHS tapes, all home-made, copies with strange titles like DILDO BOOT BIGS, MO BIGGA BUTT, HANDBALL MARATHON, POWERFIST, PIGS AT THE HOIST, countless others. A lot of fisting in the titles which captures my teen, horny curiosity. My dick is straining. In the third box, I find surprisingly (I'm shocked actually) some dildos of various sizes and a small, fat dildo (which I'll learn later is a butt plug; I am 17 after all). Also in this box is a jar of Crisco and a small tube of something called body slide, some lube or something. Read More...

  • tim and his dad
  • My name is Tim. I am 35 years old. I am gay, and I live alone. That is until recently. My mother was killed in an automobile accident, and my dad, who had just retired from Civil Service, decided he didn't want to live alone. He asked if he could come live with me. At least for a time. Even though I was single and had been living my own life for quite a few years, I was excited about his coming to live with me. You see, my dad has always been a hot looking guy, and for years I dreamed about him. That's all it had been was dream. Read More...

  • grateful middle age
  • Allow me to briefly tell you about myself, and why I am so grateful to him. I am in my mid 40's, and somewhat overweight. I have not yet come out, and therefore I am still in a marriage of convenience. Read More...

  • the mechanics helper
  • Stan was a widower about 60 years old, and was retired from his engineering job of 35 years six years when his wife suddenly died. Their two kids had long since moved away, and were secure in their own family lives ,and rarely had time to visit the folks, although they did keep in touch with Stan and Helen through long-distance calls, and later on, emails. Since Helen's death, Stan became kind of a loner. Read More...

  • my uncle jack
  • I always like sleeping over at my Uncle"s house when my parents where away on a trip. He would always get pizza and a movie of my choice. But this weekend was different, very different. It started off like usual, pizza, movie, bed. During the night, I went to the bathroom, after I was done, I noticed that my Uncle"s light was on in his room. Read More...

  • dressing up like grandpa
  • It was still early morning when Grandpa was setting off with my parents to take them to the airport. We had loaded the car, hugged and said goodbye, and for the first time that summer I was alone. I had been sharing a room with my cousins who had left the night before, and now my parents were going away for a fortnight to their holiday in the sun. I was feeling a little left out. It would be me and Grandpa for two weeks before I was sent home, and in his cottage in the hills the only entertainment was the hills themselves. Read More...

  • granddad is drunk
  • It would be true to say my granddad enjoyed a drink. It was often a topic of discussion as to whether to invite him to family occasions as he often got loud and spoke his mind after a few drinks. It was on one of his drinking binges that he managed to injure his leg falling over. I was given the task at 21 of looking after him for a few days. It was not my idea of fun but I could not get out of it.

    I had always had a thing about granddad. He was 6ft with short silver hair, a large stocky build, short silver/grey beard and a booming voice. He would never take no for an answer and had an air of authority about him.

    I arrived late evening at granddads and put my bags in the small guest room. It had the same musky odour I remembered as a kid. In fact the dcor had remained the same brown and beige colours for years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)