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Disclaimer: This story is true. It actually happened on Saturday, February 8, 2003. BATH HOUSE VIRGIN by RimPig (c) 2003 It doesn’t happen often, but every rare ‘once in a while’, especially if you go to the baths as frequently as I do, you run into someone who has never been in a bath in their lives. Who knows what finally brings them? The lure of abandoning themselves to their own inner...
by RimPig ¨ 2003 It was late, around midnight. My friend Anne and I had been to the antique shows in Brimfield, MA and had come down through New York City to Washington, D.C. to go to the Smithsonian. It was also my one and only experience with “The Wall”. I never wanted to go back again. The way that it affected me emotionally was something I didn’t want to experience again. We started...
by RimPig (c) 2002 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 didn’t 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. Okay, so I was...
by RimPig (c) 2002 I woke up very early the next morning. My cock was harder than hell and I needed to piss really badly. I guess having all of Dad’s piss from last night plus my own, really put a strain on my bladder. Plus the fact, that when I woke up my nose was in my Dad’s raunchy pit and smelling his pit-funk from yesterday. God! There’s no fucking better way to wake up than with my body...
by RimPig (c) 2002 - (rimpigfl@yahoo.com) There we stood, me with my cock up Joe’s ass and Randy with is cock up mine! BUSTED!!! Dad stood there rubbing his hard cock and grinning--a very horny grin. I knew that he was just figuring which hole he’d like to plug that monster into. I have to admit, I sure hoped it was mine! “I should dock you all’s pay for fucking around. But I think I know...
by RimPig (c) 2002 (rimpigfl@yaho.com) The ride to Josh’s place took a while. Just like a couple of love-sick teens, we held hands the whole way. Even when Josh had to shift, he just put both our hands on the stick shift. It was exciting riding in the old “muscle car”. The roar of the V-8 engine and the blaring rock music from the killer CD system in the car prevented any real conversation....
by RimPig (c) 2002 (rimpigfl@yahoo.com) Now you might think that the rest of the night Josh and I fucked each other like rabbits. Well...we did make love to each other a couple of more times. But that was like icing on the cake. What we did do was talk. It was after I fucked him and pissed in his ass that we went to the shower room and I drank all of my piss and cum from his butt. He almost...
by RimPig (c) 2002 (rimpigfl@yahoo.com) At Dad’s announcement of his horniness, both Josh and I leaned over and kissed Dad at the same time. It was a messy, sloppy, three-way kiss, but it was exciting for each of us. Dad reached down under my balls and started fingering my hole. I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it, too. Despite having that magnificent cock of Josh’s up my tail all weekend,...
by RimPig (c) 2002 (rimpigfl@yahoo.com) The rest of the week became a simple routine: work, and then maybe a few beers with Dad and then home--to one home or the other. The every other day thing didn’t pan out. Dad was right, it seemed too regimented. We just played it by ear, and everybody concerned seemed happy about it. It was interesting sleeping with Josh in my old bed at Dad’s house. It...
by RimPig (c) 2002 (rimpigfl@yahoo.com) When we woke up, Josh and I continued to lay in each other’s arms on his bed in the room he grew up in. There was not greater pleasure, to me, than waking up in Josh’s arms. To feel and smell his body close to mine. We talked quietly about nothing in particular. “God! I wished I’d known you when we were young. I bet we would have been friends then.” I...
SPEED FREAK, by RimPig ¨ 2003 I’m not a bad guy; Maybe a little wild. Okay... a lot wild. I’m a real speed freak! No! Not the kind of speed that you snort or shoot in your veins! The kind you get in a real hot car or on a really hot motorcycle! Anything that goes fast, I love it! Even as a little kid. Used to ride my bike down the steepest and most dangerous hills I could find. Some people...
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