Justin and I were sexually involved for about three weeks before Joe came home from college for the summer. Joe was Justin's brother and was the valedictorian graduating class. Because of this, Justin's parents expected Justin to live up to that honor, which made life hell for Justin. Before Justin and I had sex for the first time, Justin had confessed to me that he and Joe had a sexual...
I really dig older men, especially bear-types. Too bad it's beyond my control. The truth is that for a long time now I've been hatching a scheme of how I will rape my uncle. His body is large and wide. His legs are full and beefy, mixed in with a little chub. He's really powerful! And add to that the fact all this is taboo, he is my uncle after all. He's a hot stud, and not a bisexual or...
When my older brother celebrated his 21st. birthday at home. It was a big family party - aunts, uncles, cousins, mates etc. It was a big boozy do with loads of food, music and everything! It went on until the early hours and lots of people crashed out in various places. It was pre-arranged that my dad's youngest brother, my uncle John, was gonna stay the night and my mum had planned for him...
The horses in the homestead yard are kept in an open corral – there’s never any threat of snow and very little of rain either, so there’s no need for a barn. When the four young men in the homestead got up that morning – make that, rose from their beds – there was a general rush to the corral to saddle the horses for the day ahead while Frank, the Father, fired up his Aga stove and set to work...
Our ride back to the family homestead after that frenetic sex frolic on the top of a nearby hillock was calm and quiet and uneventful – which was not the way Andrew thought it might have been. Instead of a fairly sedate trot on our separate horses, Andy’s original idea was that we should ride back stark naked on a single animal with him seated behind me and his formidable cock jammed up my ass...
I lay on that bed of the truck for what seemed an eternity. I was so comfortable and so exhausted. Dad was still standing with his dripping cock just out of my hole. He backed away for a minute then he started to let go again. His piss just streamed out. I gathered all my energy and jumped off the truck. "Oh no you don’t pop" and I knelt under the stream. I soaked myself in his waste. "I...
I just sat there on the tail gate of the truck looking down at my hunk of a father laying there telling me to eat his pits. I was so confused with both desire and fear. I couldn't believe the change in my dad in only a few days since mom left. First he became more happy and animated than I had ever seen him. Like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Then He started becoming less and...
I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of the tractor. I looked over at the clock and it read 8:30. I never sleep that late. Dad must be mowing. I looked out my window and saw him with a cup of coffee on the tractor. He was in his favorite cutoffs. They were my favorite cut offs too--little did he know. They showed off dad's ass perfectly and were short (as all shorts were short in the...
I stayed out in the shop for about an hour. Not knowing if it was safe to go in the house or not. I finally gathered up my courage and headed in. It was getting dark and when I went in the front room all the lights were off. Dad was sitting in his chair in front of the TV. with another beer. The TV was on but the sound was off. He was just staring at it sipping on his long neck every now and...
It was 1972. May to be exact. School was out and I had nothing to do but chores around our house. Our house was on an old farm my grandparents left to my dad, Travis, in Southwestern Texas. Dad leased out most of the land to people who still farmed and we lived on about 4 acres. The house was a typical farmhouse from the twenties. In back it had a large two-car garage with a workshop attached....
Uncle George My first experience happened a long time before my I was 18, and thus can’t be told here, so I will tell of a tale when I was 19. One summer I was staying at my parent’s home while they were away for a long holiday. It wasn’t much of a hardship, as I could laze by the swimming pool all day. It was well secluded, and as a family we usually didn’t bother about swimwear, unless...
I have fantasized about doing things with another guy for along time. As soon as puberty hit I started noticing other boy’s bodies and all the things they had to offer. Pecks, abs, and biceps just to name a few. My cousin Levi and I had played truth or dare many, many times just for fun. This time was different. I was spending the night at his house just like I always had, but he seemed to be...
Australian Idyll “In Australia, we got a special name fer people like youse,” the old man said to me, squinting out from under his broad-brimmed hat. “We call ‘em poofters.” “Poovers?” I enquired tentatively, not certain I’d heard him right – his accent, after all, was a bit thick. “No ya dozy twat,” he yelled at me. “POOFTERS!” Well, welcome to Australia, I thought as I began to...
“Simon Horniman?” asks the nurse behind the hospital’s admission desk. “Simon Peter Horniman?” If Dad’s surname doesn’t crack people up, its combination with those two “holy” personal names usually does the trick. “Yes,” sighs Dad. “That’s me.” “The Doctor will see you in a minute. Please take a seat.” That’s easier said than done. Dad is packing a special load this evening, which is...
Physically, my father, his brother and their father – my Grandpa – don’t have a lot in common. Thank God, I don’t look like any of them. Grandpa has a fat and hairy body. He is bald on top with a ratty looking gray hair fringe that hangs in a U-shape round his bald patch. He’s got piggy little eyes, a big, red-and-blue veined nose and a mean little mouth with wet, purplish lips that always...
Eighteen-year-old Glen Deaning loved Saturday mornings. As long as he could remember his parents always took Saturday mornings to go to The Farms Market to get fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. And for the past year his brother, Carl had been working the breakfast shift at the restaurant, which left Glen alone to enjoy his solitude. Something he didn't get to do very often. So, he really...
Edgar Chartres Things have been pretty quiet round our house since my Dad, Simon Horniman, discovered he liked being balled by his business partner, Alex. Not that my Father has found a conscience, or anything. More like he and Alex suddenly remembered that I was in the house, too, and that they had better make themselves a bit more circumspect if there was any hope that I wouldn’t discover my...
My Dad’s name is Simon Horniman – a fact that seems to create endless mirth wherever he goes. To make things even more complicated, he has a business partner, Alex, who’s gay. Fortunately, Alex is pretty conservative and doesn’t make a big deal out of gayness. They co-own a kitchen installation company; Alex designs them and Dad and his team install them. Apart from work, Dad and Alex don’t...
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and 19-year-old Brad Tomkins’ cousin, Mary Beth was getting married. Brad arose early so that he would make sure to be at the church on time. Mary Beth was Brad's favorite relative. There were six years between them in age and Brad had always looked up to her. She never made him feel like he was her annoying little cousin tagging along but instead always made...
Lawrence Tomkins rolled over in bed and look at the alarm clock. The large LCD display read 3:12 A.M. He couldn't believe how inconsiderate his son was. Yes, it was true that Brad was 19 years old and off at college but, he was now home for a few days over Christmas break. Lawrence had informed him that while he was visiting him Brad was expected to follow the same rules he had followed before...
Growing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some...
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...
When we finally made it home from Santa Fe Dad said he was beat. He said he likes to get up at around 5:30 and be at the shop by 6:30 as he opens it at 7:00. He said I could sleep in if I wanted but he expected me at the shop no later than 8:00 am. So here it was 8:30 pm and Dad was going to bed. So much for the beer and deck chat I was hoping for. So I grabbed a couple of books that looked...
I had had the most peaceful night sleep. The mountain air does that to you I guess. At about 7 am I heard some noise that woke me. The air was cool but the flannel sheet of the bed I was in kept my bare flesh warm. I was reluctant to get up. Through the crack of my door I heard the toilet seat go up and my dad pissing. My morning hard on throbbed. I grabbed my shorts and got up. I swung open my...
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