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me and my uncle

June 6, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Ive have always had a crush on my uncle he is a truck driver and I have fantasy about having sex with a truck driver. One cold morning in Texas, my uncle calls me, "Hey would you go with me and pick up my daughter, shes in jail!" Of course I said yes since I had the biggest crush on him...

Me and my uncle were in the car first we went to a bail bondsman to pay her bond then we had to go to find her; we went all around Dallas/Ft. Worth and we could not find the stinky jail, so out of nowhere it was all silent he just asked me, "Sso you like sucking dick?"

I just froze and taught to myself, "OMG did he just ask me that?" So I immediately responded I love to.

Then he said, "You know ever since you came out to the family about your orientation Ive been wanting to fuck you." I just froze again Im like OMG is this like a dream come true. So then he asks me, "Why dont you suck my dick after we pick up my daughter and drop her off." Im like yeah of course... Ill love to.

So we finally found my cousins location we dropped her off and me and my uncle continued I was so nervous at that point that I wanted to chicken out, but I didnt. My uncle is a truck drive, so he took me to the field were he parks his truck and we got in the truck and immediately he unzipped his pants and there it was--his cock. I then when and start it giving him a blow job and he seemed to be enjoying it The out of nowhere, he pushes me and I landed on my back. He started to finger my ass; it felt so good. The he started to fuck meit was his first experience with a guy, but he loved it.
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neighbourly fun 2

June 6, 2012, 9:00 pm
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It was just over two months since my neighbour Reg and I had our first suck and wank session which we do now on a regular basis. Each session just seems to get better as Reg gets more adventurous and eager to explore.

He is beginning to take a liking to anal play more and more as much as I lusting after his nice firm rounded arse and how good it would be to fill with my cock. This particular day he told me his wife had just learnt her sister from interstate was very ill and she was going to visit her and would be away for at least two weeks which meant he would be batching on his own. Grinning he said that meant he and I could play up as much as and whenever we wanted to.

It was a case of two great minds thinking alike as that was the first thing that crossed my perverted mind. The day she left he came back from the airport and parked his car and came straight over to my place and he told me the first thing he wanted was for me to shave his nuts smooth like mine and trim his pubes etc. His request was a coincidence as I had just finished a shave and trim of myself. We went up to my bedroom and I spread some towels over my bed and got him to strip and lay back with his legs over the end as I got a bowl of hot water my shaving cream and brush and safety razor and scissors and two cock rings. I shucked my shorts and naked put one of the cock rings around my half erection and tightened and clipped it around my freshly smooth shaven balls until they were bulging nicely and formed a support for my cock. Reg was laying back on my bed naked and I knelt between his muscular legs and parted them more to give me better access to his gorgeous cock and nice big balls - with the scissors I quickly trimmed his bushy pubes to about an eighth of an inch then took his cock between my the fingers of my left hand and stretched it as I took the safety razor with my other hand and shaved off all the hairs around the base of his now hard six and a half inch cock then I shaved his pubes into a neat triangle - with no pubes left around his cock it was looking so much bigger and his beautiful big knob look so inviting I could not resist it and licked it and sucked it into my mouth as he moaned "Hey buddy - that's so good but lets get finished so we can get into ll that sort of thing together I'm so horny".
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my black muscled dad

June 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My first gay encounter was with my super hardcore bodybuilding dad. His 10" dick is abolutely to die for. One saturday two weeks after my 19th birthday, my mother had to leave my father and I on a business trip to another city. She always did that anyway but I was not always left with my father because he was busy too. Also we did not have a very close relationship for us to spend an entire weekend together.

That same evening the TV in my room crashed and got really fucked up. So I had to go to the lounge to watch some videos. At about 12 midnite my father woke up and went for his routine midnite snack. I decided to have some snacks also and so as I proceeded towards the kitchen but I heard him groun and mourn. I proceeded slowly and peeped at the corner of the door. What I saw amazed me, he had ice on his croutch smoothly and slowly rubbing it. Although he was wearing underwear he was naked exposing his masterpiece of a body. His veins shown like pipes pumping blood. He was so hot, sexy and hard as rock. his 10" dick was incredible. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His crispy brown skin made him seem dark and mystereous. He was the best think that had ever happened to me. Then suddenly I went stiff like a pool stick, he did not stop at all to rub himself. He suddenly proceeded to the door that I was peeping through. I ran as fast as I could to the sofa at the lounge and pretended to be watching TV.
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Poetic License

June 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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The license tabs on my car ran out that day, and I wanted to get the hassle over with before a line showed up. So, there I was in line at 8:15 a.m., and the place was already half full. I'd thrown on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with my socks and sneakers and caught a cup of coffee on the way to the license bureau. I was still half asleep, and the bad coffee was getting cold. When I saw the golden curls at the nape of a youthful neck hunched over paper work, I realized how long it'd been since I'd gotten laid. I really like my singlehood, but at 56, having a steady friend or two to soften the harsh winter nights takes effort--at least it seems to take more than I remember when I was 20 something. Or is it just the human capacity to forget pain?

The youth was with an older, heavy-set man--his father? While the boy appeared restless and wide awake, Dad seemed tired and just there to get the paper work done. When the boy turned his head to the side to look at the man, I saw a little golden goatee which, combined with the gold sparkle of stubble on his satiny face, got my dick waking up faster than my brain. I tried to remember not to stare, but this young man grabbed my imagination and began to warm me up. Jesus, this line was slow! I found myself leaning a little closer to catch the sound of his voice. Neither dad nor pup was speaking, as dad filled out the paper work for the youngster's license plates.
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the yuppie sex chronicles

June 20, 2012, 9:00 pm
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September 30th, 1980

At two in the morning, I brought forty-seven year old Gary home after meeting him at a coffee shop. He possessed a strong broad chest from working construction, and years of weightlifting gave his appendages a stocky appearance. After removing all of our clothes, Gary reclined on my leather sofa. By his calm composure, I could tell that Gary was accustomed to being serviced, and he was waiting for me to make the first move. He had a sly grin under his red mustache, and his green eyes were as mysterious as those of a sheik. By his body language, I could tell that Gary was a top, and the fact that I'm a younger guy only confirms my assumption. Still, that did not matter to me because I was going to have him one way or another. I directed him to my bedroom, and he stretched himself out on his back. I encouraged him to lift up his legs so that I could bathe him with my tongue. His hairy torso folded over with muscle as his hips lifted from the bed. I dove into him, and he groaned with ecstasy. Ten minutes later, Gary had an enormous erection, and his entire body was growing increasingly hot. While oiling my finger with lubricant, I asked him if he ever had somebody insert a finger in his anus. He shook his head in disapproval, and claimed that he only liked to be rimmed. As he answered me in his Irish brogue, I swiftly inserted my long digit inside him. For a moment, Gary tightened up, and he started squirming uncomfortably. Before Gary could get up, I immediately started stroking his stiff penis, and he was overcome by my pacification. Eventually, I convinced him to allow me to insert another finger. Then, after going down on Gary for a while, I persuaded him to let me penetrate. It was an incredible feeling to slide inch by inch inside of him. His orifice secured a firm grip, and Gary's slippery rectum seemed to curve to the shape of my penis. Both of his legs were fanning in the air, and he had a look of sweet agony on his face. When I was going for the long stretch, Gary's crimson face grimaced as his own body simultaneously exploded with orgasm.
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driving truck with my dad

June 20, 2012, 9:00 pm
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During the summer after my eighteenth birthday, my stepfather decided to take me on a trip to drop off some materials to his job site. The first few days I sat in the front seat not knowing what to do, whether to talk with him or be like a normal guy and scratch my balls.

On the fifth day of riding in my stepfather"s eighteen wheeler, I decided to take it to the next step, I unbuttoned my pants and reached down groping myself in front of my stepdad. He sat there and didn"t say a single word to me, so I assumed he was alright with wat I was doing. The next day I took another step and let my briefs show, he could see the bulge I had hiding within my tight pants. On the way back that night, my pants were around my ankles and I had a boner that stuck straight up. He looked at me and asked if there was something wrong and I looked back at him with a slight grin and told him there was nothing wrong.

The next day while my stepfather was checking the tires I decided to give my dick some air, nerovus of him seeing I covered myself up when he was ready to climb into the truck. A half hour later, I had my dick cupped in my hands trying to let him see my growing member. The next day as I was unbuttoning my pants my stepfather looks at me and asks me why I am so easy to let him see me naked, I told him that I felt comfortable around him and that it was nice to let myself flow free. he was okay with it and said I could do it whenever I wanted to.
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what a first kiss

June 26, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My summer had gotten off to a slow start, just finished high school and wanted to take the summer easy. Well the first thing I knew was that I needed money and just my luck I had notice an ad for summer help right down the block from my home. A couple days past and I was ready to apply, it was simple yard work. I walk up to the door and ring the bell, than suddenly the door open, a grey haired man said, "how can I help you son," in a warm voice. I told him that I was applying for the position that was in the local paper, right away he asked when I could start.

After a few months things were going good I had a few extra bucks and the job was easy. When finally it happened; I had been doing some yard work when a down pour of rain came. I started to walk to my old car when I heard a voice say, why don't you come in from the rain. Quickly I agreed to come in he than said, go to the bathroom and get out of those wet things. I did, but in the mean time I had notice there were no towels. A knock on the door and he came in with a big towel, before he enter the room I quickly put my hands by my private area, he started to laugh a little and said he had seen it all, because he had been a doctor for almost forty years.

With that said I took the towel and began to dry myself and he left the room, but took my wet stuff and said he would dry them. Again he called my name and I walk out to his front room and sat in a chair when he offered me a cold beer, which I took right away. We talk for what seem like a couple of hours, I found out more about this warm caring man. He was 74 years old and never married and liked to travel, but he had a bad back so he could not work so much in his big yard. Something had happen I notice he also had a bathrobe on and he would touch my leg every so often.
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not your usual workday

June 26, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Now to set the scene, I am a 54 yr old service engineer for a housing authority, and we are currently in the middle of a busy servicing schedule. This takes me to 8 houses a day, where I meet a diverse variety of tenants.Well on this particular day 2 years ago, I was coming to the end of a routine day, and had 1 more call to make, I knocked on the door of a neat looking bungalow, and waited for a response, well eventually the door was opened by a guy of about 64-65 years old wearing a dressing gown, He apologised for taking so long, but ecplained he was in the bath, he beckoned me in, and showed me to the boiler, he offered me a tea/coffee which I politely declined, then said he would leave me to it, and said that he would be in the next room, and asked me to call him when I had finished.

I set down to the job in hand, and uninterupted it took me about an hour to complete, I packed up, washed up, and completed the paperwork, then went to obtain a signature. Well without thinking, I pushed open the door of the next room, without calling, The old guy was laid on a bed, naked, and vigourously jerking away on a rather impressive cock, I had a few seconds to take in that he was a slim guy, quite well toned, and like i said previously, his cock was a nice surprise. It was about 7"-8" long, not too thick, but thick enough, and with a deep purple head, covered by a thick wad of skin.
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cruiseliner cock

July 3, 2012, 9:00 pm
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It is the Easter weekend and the rain has set in and I can't go to the beach so I sit here hoping to get off soon on the erotic stories from Mature Gay Stories and look at some of the hot young naked hunks and nice hard cocks.

It's boring but my thoughts wander back to Easter twenty years ago - I was in my late thirties when at the last minute I decided to take a ten day cruise of the Pacific out of Sydney. I was lucky (in more ways than one it turned out) to get a twin share berth due to a late cancellation.

Upon embarkation I found my cabin - although it was an inside one with no window it was quite roomy and comfortable with two single bunks and bathroom. As I opened my bag to get a change of gear I wondered to myself what the guy was like with whom I would be sharing hoping it was not some really old guy when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he was - he looked to be in his fifties with grey hair and wearing dress jeans and polo shirt and sneakers and he seemed to look very straight laced indeed.

He introduced himself as Stan and it turned out his best mate Greg had pulled out at the last minute due to a death in his family. I asked him which bunk he preferred and he said he didn't care and I said "Do you enjoy a cold drink? - I'm just gonna get changed into something more casual and head for the nearest bar" and he grinned and said, "That sounds like a good idea to me a cold beer would go down really well" I had just kicked off my shoes and taken my shirt and trousers off and was standing there in just my jocks and I could feel his eyes on me and when I looked sideways he was looking at my arse - at the time I was still in good shape and had been told by a number of guys how fuckable my arse looked - when he saw I had seen him looking at me he grinned and said "Yeah - I gotta get into something more comfortable too" and as I slipped on some shorts and t-shirt he shucked his clothes and was standing there in just his jocks going through his bag and now it was my turn to perve - although he had twenty years on me he certainly had a nice firm body for his age with a minimum of body hair and hardly unnoticeable was the nice healthy bulge in his crotch.
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the transient santa

July 3, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I had been Christmas shopping at a local Mall. I was ready to go home before the first predicted burst of winter weather hit the Smokey Mountains. Heavy snow flakes and blistering winds were in the air as I headed toward my Caddy in the Mall parking lot. The temperature was dropping very fast that evening & I needed to stop by the Liquor & Grocery Stores before the roads became solid ice! The Interstate route would be a faster route toward home and save me some time. I had to get home soon!

Before turning onto the ramp to the Interstate, I noticed a handsome looking "Daddy-Type" man hitching a ride. He was covered with snow and I felt guilty after being in such Christmas spirit while at the Mall. Therefore, I did what I never do! I ask him if he needed a ride. He was very accepting and we chatted on the way down the Interstate. He told me that his name was Khristoff and also told me a little bit about his life. He said that he was very glad that I stopped and was glad to meet an Angel who would be so kind to give him give him a ride!

When I ask Khristoff what exit he wanted off, he replied, "I don't know, I just want to get warm for the night because I live under the bridge near the Mall." I replied, "Would you like to spend the evening at my house?" His reply was, "Yes, If you don't mind!" I said, "what the hell, it's Christmas time, Khristoff, however, you'll have to spend the night. I'm not going to go back out in this storm once I get home!" He looked at me with a beautiful smile and a sparkle in his eyes while tears rolled down his rosy wind burned cheeks. I was trying to figure out if he was gay or straight after the looks he gave me. His long un-trimmed beard reminded me of Santa. All I wanted to do for this poor soul was to offer him a hot bath or shower, a shave, and a warm bed for the night.
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gay sex after 35 years of marriage

July 31, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I was 53 and had been married to my childhood sweetheart for 34 years. But something was missing in my sex life. I had not touched another cock since I was 15, and that was stroking each other to climax only.

I had begun to surf the Internet, looking at gay sites, with their nude pictures and erotic stories. Yes MOTN was one of my favourites. I then graduated to gay chat rooms, chatting with guys about gay sex, and things in general. Usually, guys from a long ways away, making it safe to protect my identity, and no pressure to have to actually do something.

But as time went on, the cyber and eventual phone sex, only made me want more; made me want to actually touch a cock once again. So I made the decision to enter into a local chat room, looking for someone to help me explore the gay life. But for a one time experience only. If it happened that would be great, but if it did not, I would not be disappointed. I was not looking for a new relationship, but only for a one night affair.

I had always been turned on by younger guys, their pictures being the source of many a jerk off session, satisfying my lust for gay sex, but at the same time, leading me to want more and more. The room I entered was titled "Mature", and was populated by an equal number of older and younger guys looking for the same thing I was.

Over a number of days, I chatted with numerous younger guys, 18 to 35, enjoying the chat, following some up with phone calls, and came close to making plans to meet, but always backing out.
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connecting with dad

July 31, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Daddy was standing naked in the bathroom as he shaved his manly face. He is a rugged, hairy man, but very gentle in his manner. He lives alone in his apartment, and I was staying with him on one of my weekend visits. I had only seen my dad naked a few times before. This time his cock is really big and hard, and I was trying to do my best to not stare at it.

Daddy said, "You like looking at your daddy? It's ok son, you do not need to be shy with me."

I felt kind of embarrased that he noticed, but glad he said it was ok.

"It's ok to touch daddy too, if you want, would you like that?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Let me finish my shave, and then we can lie down." He finished up and washed his face, dried off and then he took me by the hand to the bedroom. "This is a good time to have me show you some things son, but first I'll let you touch and explore."

He laid down on his back ... and put my hand on his chest. "Go ahead, touch all of me, let yourself explore my body, it's here for you."

I stroked his hairy chest, and arms, his face, playing with his lips and nose. It felt good to touch. I touched his tummy, his bellybutton ... and then his big cock ... it felt so good. I played with the hair all around it, and the balls too.

"That feels good son, would you like to try licking too?" That sounded good, so I started to lick his cock, and he started making moaning sounds. "Oh, son, that feels good ... try sucking on it too."
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driving to the hunt

August 4, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Warburg picked me up in his Chevy Avalanche right after work for a weekend of deer hunting at a mutual friend Dolphs doublewide near Binghamton, NY. He was a real mans man: 63 years old, 6 tall, white slicked back hair, mustache, barrel chested and muscled from a lifetime as a union steelworker and a healthy love of guns and the outdoors. He was always up there staying with this person or that, coming around to our place for 4:00 cocktails and perhaps dinner and a bonfire. I guess I became aware of him when I was around 15 and an habitual masturbator. Id think of everyone and anything to get off and when I got around to him, he just kinda stuck in my mind as a default fantasy when I needed to rub a quick one out.

Anyway fast forward 20 years and I never made my feelings known to him. During the summer months hed be around in his tank tops and tight jeans and cowboy boots, showing off some rifle or other gun. Wed all shoot then drink beers and exchange bawdy talk always with the same conclusion, me beating off in the bathroom before bed.

Driving up, Warburg said he was hungry and pulled into a crappy strip bar off the highway. The girls were predictable, but he said that they have the best burgers around so we went in. All the girls seemed to know him as we made our way back to the end of the bar. After a couple of beers and some huge burger platters Warberg offered to buy me a lap dance and I hesitantly accepted. After two songs with the bruised greasy slag, I returned the favor and sent him back with her. When he was done it was on the road again for the last hour of our drive.
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small town boy

August 4, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I grew up in a very small town, my best friend and I had messed around many times. I knew I was gay but I think Chris was still trying to get past being gay. You see Chris's dad was the chief of police.

Chris and I had just turned 16 and that summer we had gotten our driver licenses. My dad had given me his old work car and we decided to go to a barn party. Nothing much got past the chief, he gave us the lecture about drinking and driving and doing drugs everytime he saw us. The party was great, we drank a couple of beers but Chris got sick and went home with a friend who didn't like the party.

Around 11:00 I decided I should be heading home to. To get anywhere in our town you have to go down main street, that was when the chief saw my car go by. I had not seen him sitting off the side street.

About a mile from my house I see his flashing light coming up behind me. My heart is racing and I knew that it was the chief, I pulled over in the parking lot of a closed up gas station and he pulled up beside me and told me to drive around back. "You don't want your dad to know I pulled you over do you?" I drove around back and stop, turned off my lights and saw the chef right behind me. He killed the lights and started to get out of his car. As he walked up to me I could see him in the drivers side mirror. Chief, as we always called him was a very handsome man. He stood 6'1" and had the same build he had when he was in the army, just a little more of him, but rock solid. He had dark brown hair and a very thick mustache which dovered the softest lips I had ever seen. His eyes were dark green and he always looked like he was ready to kick ass. His chest was covered in thick brown/black hair and he always wore his uniform shirt opened at the top to show it off. I jumped out of the car and said, "Hey chief what's up?" He looked really pissed and I guessed he knew that Chris and I had been drinking. Chris tells his Mom everything. I looked down at my feet and hoped he would be cool about this. We had only had two beers and that was like two hours before I left the party.
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jims boys

August 8, 2012, 9:00 pm
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He wasn't a pervert, least he didn't think so. Okay, so he was nearing retirement age, and he liked his men young, now that didn't make him a pervert, just selective.? He had put in his 35 years, and this was the time when he believed was the time to enjoy the fruits of those 35 long hard years. Some of his colleagues didn't quite agree, but then they were so stuffy that it was suffocating at times.

Jim wasn't a doddering old fool either. Just grazing his sixth decade of life, he had no regrets. His life had been full, and while he never had found that special man, he had no trouble keeping his bed full of warm bodies. When he wanted solitude, he simply didn't bring anyone home. It was an ideal life, as far as he felt, despite the constant meddling of his associates.

Many were surprised last year when he took his retirement from the school. He could have stayed on another five years, but after doing the number crunching with his accountant, he realized the pension he would get now wasn't all that much less than in another five years. So why spend five more years putting up with Government bullshit? Ever since the conservatives had taken power with Bush, things had gotten worse, in his estimation. A resurgence of the Democratic Party didn't look like it would be any better, so he took his pension and didn't look back.

While at times he missed going to class, to stand before all those pimply faced teenagers, he didn't miss the blank stares many had plastered on their faces. He didn't miss the endless bickering with the administration on lesson plans, or on what he could or could not discuss. In truth, he was glad he left and besides, now he didn't have to worry who saw him go in or come out of the Gay bars. And he did enjoy the bars.
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danny goes to the movies

August 8, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My memory is a little vague as I approch my golden years, so I sent two accounts of my first fuck, but the second one is how I remember it best. The next day after my first fuck, Al took me downtown to a little moviehouse called the Gay Paree. You long time Atlanta residents might remember it. Al knew the owner, so I had no trouble getting in.

This was the only gay porno house in Atlanta, and they showed mostly loops, but there was lots of action in the seats and in the restroom. I was in awe!! On the screen was a big cock plunging into an upturned ass( no rubbers in those days) while the fuckee was sucking another big dick. Al whistled as the cum poured out of the guys asshole, and drug me down the isle, pushing me into a seat in the middle of about 6 guys who were jacking their various sized cocks. Al had made sure I was ready for action, making me wear just some gym shorts and a tee shirt, which he promptly tore off of me. He pulled his big cock out and had me sit in his lap, his hard cock sticking up between my legs. Two guys around us moved closer to us, one in the seat I had been in. He leaned over and took first Al's cock into his mouth and then mine. He would alternate between us ,sucking for about a minute on each one, until he took mine into his mouth and sucked me until I came in his mouth. Then he leaned over to Al and shared my cum with him as he put my hand around his dick. "Jack it, boy"he said. I was sooo..excited. I pumped up and down on his cock as he and Al swapped my cum back and forth."Eat that dick,Danny. I want to suck your pussy some",said Al, pushing my head over into the guys lap. He was completely nude from the waist down, and his cock was bigger than Al's. By now I was into whatever Al told me to do, so I swallowed as much of that big dick as I could, while Al spread my asscheeks apart and tongue fucked my little pussy!!!"Yeah,man, suck that kids asshole!! He loves it, don't he???". "You bet he does,"said Al."I'm gonna fuck this bitch right here. Then you can suck my cum out of his boypussy!!!!" "Mother fucker, where'd you find this kid???" "Right next door, jacking off to my porn collection. Broke into my basement!!! I found him jacking off to an old Gage movie I have. Hot little fuck, ain't he???"
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forced sex with the in-laws

August 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My wife and I had been married about 25 years when we started thinking about buying some type of vacation home. When my wife's parents heard about our interest, they said that they had a friend who needed to sell a place in the Ozarks really cheap. It sounded like just the kind of place we were looking for. We planned a trip to go see the place as soon as possible. It was to be me, my wife, and my mother and father-in-law.

My in-laws had always been great. I loved being around them. They were both getting up in age, both were around 65. My father-in-law was the typical big bellied gray haired man--probably pushing 220 pounds, but always kind and considerate. My mother-in-law was his twin--chubby and huge sagging tits. I had seen her nipples a few times by accident and through her clothes and they really stuck out, at least an inch when she was cold.

My father-in-law, Keith, had gotten detailed directions to the mountain home and a key from his friend. The day before we were to leave, my wife got word that she was needed at work for an audit. She really wasn't that upset as she didn't like long car trips. So it was just the three of us.

We left early Monday morning on our voyage with the goal of spending only one night in a motel. We arrived late at a Motel 6 and got only one room. Sharing a room was not new for us as we had done this on many trips with them before. I think the in-laws had long stopped having sex.
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a daddy dream cum true

August 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I knew it was cock, not pussy, that interested me from the time I was 10 years old. In particular, my Dads cock. Actually, I wanted everything about my Dad. He was, and still is, a beautiful man. Just over 6 feet and 190 pounds, dark hair and eyes and a wonderful smile. What I loved most was his thick body hair. It started just below his collarbone and fanned out over his well-toned chest, practically obscuring his large dark pink nipples. It narrowed down over his abs and swirled around his navel before disappearing beneath his waistband. It reappeared below the hem of whatever he was wearing and continued down his legs to his ankles, showing up again on the tops of his feet and toes.

Dad wasnt an overly modest man, but since I had a little sister, I never saw him completely naked. Around the house he usually wore his jockeys, nice tight jockeys that left little to the imagination, or baggy shorts with wide legs. At night he would sometimes wear just a robe--a very short robe.

The first time I saw his cock and balls, was a Sunday morning. Mom had taken my sister to church. I had been sick the night before and Dad had stayed home to look after me. I had slept in that morning and when I woke up I headed straight to the bathroom with my piss hardon tenting my jockeys. I emptied my bladder, flushed and headed back up the hall to my room. Just before I turned into my room, I noticed that Dad was laying on the couch. All I could see were his bare feet. The rest of his body was hidden around the corner. I peeked around the corner and there he was, lying on his back in his robe. It was only closed at the waist. His very hairy chest and belly were exposed and so were his thighs. He had a book in one hand and was scratching his cock and balls with the other.
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dad satisfies my curiosity

August 18, 2012, 9:00 pm
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This happened when I was about 16 years of age. I had discovered the joy of wanking about 2 years before, and I noticed my prick got bigger the more I wanked, and at 16 it was 7ins. Not only my prick but my bollocks were very large as well. I was a bit of a show-off in the showers after games at school, and there was never a shortage of hands to wank me off. The other boys liked to see me shoot my spunk and I was always winning the shooting contests that we had. I guess big bollocks made more spunk.

About this time I began to have an obsession to see my Dads cock, and see if his bollocks were big as well as mine. I tried, unsuccessfully, to catch him in the shower or in his bed, but all I could do was imagine what his was like. I did get my wish but in a very unexpected way.

One day after school, one of the boys let me have a magazine called MAN To MAN. I quickly glanced through the pages and saw these naked guys with huge cocks fucking and sucking each other. I could not wait to get home and read some more. Normally, when I got home I would say hello to everyone and dump my stuff on the floor. This time, however, I rushed straight up to my room to look at the pics in the mag. As I flipped through the pages my prick was getting harder, and without thinking I Slipped down my pants and started feeling my growing prick. I was so engrossed in myself that I did not hear my Dad come up the stairs. He came into my room and saw me wanking away. I had no time to cover up, I was well and truly caught.
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turning the tables on dad

August 18, 2012, 9:00 pm
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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 hard swats on my brief covered ass. Eventually he'd pull down my briefs exposing my round bare ass completely. He'd then go to work spanking my bare butt--usually until he brought me to tears. He always said that when I started to cry he knew he had broken my will.

So you can understand how glad I was when I got my own place. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I want and didn't have to answer to anyone. Don't misunderstand I love my Father. He did a fine job raising me on his own after Mom died. But it was time to be on my own. Now maybe he'd treat me like an adult.

Well, I couldn't have been out of Dad's house more than six months when I got the call. Dad was having the house painted and would need a place to stay for the week. I was a little annoyed. I mean I was finally getting to live my own life and now Dad was gonna come and cramp my style. But he had given up so much for me when I was growing up what could I do. I had no choice so I said, "Yes" . The first day Dad was there he told me to just live my life as normal and pretend he wasn't there. He said he didn't want to be in the way. That's when I made some off handed joke about him being under my roof and having to follow my rules. You can imagine my surprise when he stopped, thought about it for a second, then nodded his head and said, "Yes, Son I guess your right. Now it's my turn to toe the line."
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