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  • spanking from dad
  • My name is Jack. I'm 19, I go to college and I still live at home with my folks. My brother moved out when he was 18 and I was 12 so it's been just dad, mom and me here for several years. I am gay and have always known it, but my family doesn't. Well, my brother does, but that's a long story that maybe I will type up for the brother section. But my mom and certainly not my dad knew that I liked dudes. Read More...

  • fantasy come true
  • Well I was lying on my bed in the semi-dark, and noticed my door opening a little bit. As I continued stroking my cock I noticed that my father was peeking through the door. I have been sort of attracted to my dad for a long time now, but never said anything. My mom passed away 2 years before so it was just me and my dad. I was about 17 years old at the time. So I decided to put on a show for him. Well it worked, because I could hear him panting heavily. Read More...

  • my first older man
  • Cruising at the downtown commuter train station in Chicago is by far the best play for an admirer of older men to catch a glimpse at their packages while in the bathroom. It took me a while to realize that other men were there doing the same thing. It was one moment in particular that I learned this. Read More...

  • they dont have to know
  • My boyfriend was working lateagain. This was already his fourth night in a row, but this time he didn't call and tell me. Here it was after midnight, it's storming outside, I'm alone in this apartment once again without Jeremy here, to comfort me, during this distraction. We've been together for seven years and this week has not been great for me at all, I mean once it comes to our sex life, its going dry now. He doesn't seem interested anymore, but maybe it's because of his job holding him back, keeping him to work long hours and not give this horny devil what he wants. Or maybe it's me? . My sexual appetite has been increasing lately Read More...

  • grampas fuck boy
  • I could not wait for the end of the school year. I could remember earlier years waiting for school to finally end but none of them seemed to takeas long to finish as the Fourth Grade. As the summer got closer, thetemperature during the day got hotter and hotter just as the sexualexcitement between my legs did the same. I learned about the pleasureof playing with my own peter last year when I had my first dry cum. Ithought that I had discovered the most wonderful thing in the world andI was sure I alone knew the secret, that wonderful pleasure between mylegs. All I knew is that once I discovered it I had to get that greatfeeling in my body every day and not just once each day. I didn'tunderstand it and was afraid that I would lose it or it would just stop butI knew enough to realize that however it worked my peter and balls wherethe primary source for it. Maybe that is why I became so interested inwhat men had between their legs. It was also then that I begin to lookfor the men's underwear ads in the clothing catalogues. I'd have ratherlooked at the real thing, particularly my Grandfather's thing, but Ilearned early the benefit of using whatever else was available that Icould get my hands on to increase my pleasure. As far as the ending ofthat school year was concerned, sure it would be the end of having to goto school every day so I could fill my days swimming and messing aroundon Grampa's farm, but most of all it meant Grampa and I would betogether, just the two of us. Every year Dad and I would go out toGrampa's farm for a couple of weeks but this year in the ninth year of mylife, I was considered old enough to stay out there just with Grampa. Ireally don't remember when Grampa became the object of my desire butI can still remember sitting in school with my little dick always hard andfeeling a different kind of warmth in the pit of my stomach when Ithought about him. What I had not yet figured out was how I was goingto tell Grampa what I felt. Read More...

  • my horny brother jeff
  • I was one of those lucky ones who had a family full of horny men and boys. We were walking hardons growing up and nudity was never a big deal. We were all swimmers and during the Summer it was natural for us to walk around in hardly a stitch of clothing. Growing up in the hot Summers of the South didn't help matters. That heat can really get you going. Read More...

  • alan
  • "Hi Mr. Ferguson!" The voice came from behind me as I got out of my car. I turned to see who had called my name and there stood a handsome young man, about six feet tall, well built, early twenties, dark hair, deep set eyes, dark eyebrows, clean shaven face and a knock 'em dead smile. I didn't recognize him and wondered how he knew my name. He must have realized this because he spoke again as he approached with his hand out. Read More...

  • the 51 year old fucks the 18 year old
  • This is the true story of how my first boyfriend and I encountered each other. Although these events all transpired over 4 years ago they all continue to inform my choice of men. My first experience with a man only confirmed that I wanted men substantially older than me. Further it substantiated that I wanted men substantially older than me in me. Read More...

  • dads little room
  • My mother asked me to come over to her house to look at some work she wanted done in her and my father's bedroom. They wanted to change some walls around to make the room bigger. I hadn't been in my fathers bedroom since I was a small boy and it was kinda strange to be working in it now. Read More...

  • seeking daddy
  • 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)