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Renewal of Passion

August 28, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion naturally dissipated from that point. But, again, perhaps it was the radical change in my lifestyle. I'd loved teaching at the American University of Beirut, but I'd been warned it was time to leave Lebanon that it was just too dangerous there for Americans at that time and I knew in my heart that this was a reasonable assessment that placing myself in danger placed others around me in danger as well, people I cared deeply for. I'd loved in every sense of the word my young protg, Riyad Munif, now a celebrated novelist throughout the Arab world in his own right.

Three long years later now, and I hadn't had anyone since that last, memorable evening in Riyad's arms before I boarded my last flight out of Lebanon. The glorious memory of possessing him, my cock churning around inside him, and him moaning and sighing for me in that beautiful melodic voice of his just a slowly receding memory. Now all I had was dry dust: mornings as an occasional guest lecturer at a creative writing class over at the university and afternoons and evenings sitting in front the blank, blinking window of my computer, spent of both words and passion.
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assassins after dark

August 28, 2012, 9:00 pm
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The banging on the door worked its way into Haken's head like a rotten, throbbing tooth. "Alright!" he bawled out, throwing back the matted, filthy furs he slept in. Where the hell was the bitch? "The World ain't ending is it?" he said, drawing on his trousers.

The banging got louder, like maybe the man on the other side had decided to dance on the door. "You fucking better have a Gods-cursed good reason for -", Haken said, yanking the door open. The words died on his lips when he saw Diogo and Valak.

"Bright morning to you," Diogo said, smiling cheerily and walking past Haken. Valak followed, tall, silent and deadly.

"Find the bitch," Diogo said to Valak.

"Right," he said, disappearing into the darkness beyond the tiny room.

Diogo sat on a chair, tilted it back on two legs and put his black boots up on a rickety wooden table. He looked Haken up and down, a tall thick man whose bloated belly showed the ale he packed away every night. His sleep bleary eyes were squeezed down to tiny points in the bright morning sunlight streaming in from outside. His scent filled the small room, stale liquor, piss and a nearly overpowering odor of sweat. Great oily drops rolled down the sides of his face as he stood looking at Diogo.

There was a thud in the other room, followed by a small, yipping cry, then Valak's low, grating voice saying, "No you don't, bitch."
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to the woods

September 7, 2012, 9:00 pm
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We parked and walked casually into the wood behind the parking area. It was very quiet without any more vehicles so we knew we would not be disturbed.

As we moved together I slipped my hand over your cock bulge. You were already hard. You found my zip and dragged it down, reaching in and easing my hot hard 11" length out into the air

Our lips met as I unzipped you and eased out your 10" hard cock.

We were at that gorgeous moment of feeling another man's hand on our cocks and we savoured it as our fists stroked our horny rods.

We brought the gleaming wet cock heads together. They kissed as our lips continued to tongue kiss.

We slipped down on the grass in the clearing, our mouths separated reluctantly and we moved into a 69 side by side.

Almost like magnets our mouths found each others cock and we began to suck. Both of us bobbing and twisting up and down on the cocks until the heads were deep in our throats.

We knew it couldn't last. We both wanted to drink each others sperm. We both alternated between ramming our mouths down on the throbbing cocks, then taking a breath and masturbating each other hard.

Nothing would stop us finishing each other off.

We were both groaning. Our cocks were throbbing, the veins standing out on the abused lengths of cock meat.

Suddenly I felt your 10" veiny length begin to jerk as my own 11" began to spasm. We both fingered each others ass ring as our bodies began to shudder. Our mouths went right down on each other until the cock heads were in our throats and the spurts of pent up hot semen erupted simultaneously into our gulping throats and we emptied each others balls and filled our bellies with our love liquor.
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summer with stepson

September 7, 2012, 9:00 pm
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It was last summer. My partner had invited his son that had just graduated high school to spend the summer with us. We all got along great. Cliff and I were betting that his son was gay, just like his father. Because sometimes we thought that he was watching us or at least trying to catch us having sex. He did his damidest to try to catch either one of naked in the shower or changing.

One night Cliff had decided to go out to the bar to go out drinking, but I had to stay home because I had to work on a project for work. I thought that Doug was asleep in his room when I had taken my break. I had gone up stairs to the kitchen and grabbed a few beers, I wanted to take a break and relax a little bit. I started to drink the beer and before I knew it, I had a good buzz going on. I decided to look at some porn on the computer. My dick was hard and wet from looking at all of the hot men and reading some fantasy stories. I was wearing just a pair of old shorts with no underwear. My dick was sticking out dripping pre-cum. I started to play with it, rubbing the pre-cum on the head of my dick making myself feel good. I thought that I was safe, Doug was in his room sleeping, and Cliff was out drinking, I was so horny that I started to jack off. It felt so good to play with myself. I haven't done it in a long time, because of lack of privacy.

The next thing I knew, Doug was standing at the office door. Watching me play with myself. He was wearing a pair of 501s that were un-buttoned. He had a soft belly, pale white skin, and his dick was hard, he was playing with and his nipples while he was looking at me.
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uncle george

September 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My first experience happened a long time before my I was 18, and thus cant be told here, so I will tell of a tale when I was 19.

One summer I was staying at my parents home while they were away for a long holiday. It wasnt much of a hardship, as I could laze by the swimming pool all day. It was well secluded, and as a family we usually didnt bother about swimwear, unless our guests were shy. Anyway, one particular day that summer I was in for a shock. I was sprawled over a sun bed lapping up the sun when I heard the front door bell. I nearly ignored it, then thought better of it, picked up a wrap and went to answer it. I peaked through the glass, and saw it was Uncle George. He wasnt only an uncle, but he had also been best man at my parents wedding, and he and his wife still spent a lot of time with mum and dad.

I opened the door. "Hi, Uncle George. What can I do for you? Come in." He was a little taller than me, and beginning to get bulky round the waist, but didnt look like his fifty years.

"Hi, Jon. Your aunts away for a few days, so rather than have the two of us living alone I thought I would come and keep you company, if thats okay. And the thought of the pool didnt even enter my mind!"

I laughed. You could spend time with a lot of worse people than Uncle George; the idea appealed. "Good idea, Uncle. Get your bags, and come on in." He went back to his car, opened the boot, and took out two suitcases. "Hey, you sure Auntie Mary has only gone for a few days?" I joked, "You can have your usual room. Im going back out to the pool." I walked back outside, threw the wrap back on to the ground, and lay back on my sun bed.
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how dad and me act in public

September 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Cause of today's sissified morality, studs can't horse around or even show affection openly like real men. An innocent chore a boy does for his daddy, can be misunderstood by women & their pussy-whipped girly men. That's why an innocent service I do for dad at home, I can't do in public. If dad uses me as his pissboy at a truckstop, some asshole might object. A wholesome, innocent act like being dad's urinal & drinking his hot piss, might get his accused of sexual child abuse, & get him labeled a degenerate pederast. So I only do fuckin shit like that, or sucking dad off, at home. Only dad's buds get to see me give his a blow job, or take his fuckpole up my shitchute.

Dad is a trucker. He wears a kahki uniform. To support his manhood, he wears a jockstrap under his trousers. He sports the bulge of his jock pouch on his right hand side. I get a real fuckin kick outta the way he all the time gropes hisself to adjust his manmeat. Like all born cocksmen, he does it openly in public. He don't give a fuckin shit who's watching. When he sports a hardon that tents out his pants, he never tries to hide it. He struts around for all to see. It makes me Goddam proud to see other manly studs get boned lookin at my daddy's hardon.

Every wed. dad took me to "Men Only" nite at the Y. On the way over & in the locker room, dad talked to me about sex. Dad loved looking into my wide-eyed innocent face & saying the filthiest sex shit to me. Dad loved sleazy sex action & taught me to lust to perform devient sex acts too. By the time we stripped down nude at the Y, we both had rock hard rammers. Our mantools stuck out from our bods, & dripped a steady flow of precum lube. Thank God that from the time I was 12, my manmeat was almost as large as my father's. We liked to measure our cocks by pressing them together, to compare.
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daddy foot fuck

September 22, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Dad had just gone to bed and it was early only around 9 and I was feeling horny as hell. I gave it a half hour before making a move. I had always fantasized about dad's feet and how much I would love to get it on with his feet as I had this huge foot fetish. This was an opportunity and up until now I hadn't had the courage or the opportunity. Mum was overseas and my brothers were out for the evening. Knowing them they wouldn't be home till the early hours of the morning. I went to his room and stood by the door and placed my ear to the door to hear if he was snoring.

He was a loud snorer and a deep sleeper. I switched off the lights in the corridor so not to wake him as I slowly opened the door to his room. I left it ajar enough for me to fit through. I got on my knees and crawled across to the foot of the bed. His man musk and foot odour had filled the room. My cock was getting hard as I inhaled his beautiful man odour and harder still at the prospect of what I was about to do.

I reached the end of the bed and by this time my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Most often then not dad had his feet sticking out from under the covers. I could see the outline of his sexy manly feet. I had always been turned on by male feet but his were truly sexy. The soles of his feet had hardened some what from years of labour. It was a beautiful sight and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on them.
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fucking around with the optometrist

September 22, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Little did I know what lay in store when I phoned and made an appointment for an eye test and new glasses.

Arriving at the optometrist's I sat in the waiting room and was surprised when I was called in only to see that optometrist was a young Asian guy who introduced himself as Lee - now I am very partial to Asian guys having never met one yet who does not have a nice body etc not to mention a nice cut cock and bubble butt arse and Lee was no exception.

I sat in the chair and he took my details and I could not help nut notice the nice bulge in his tight black trousers - he noticed I was looking at his crotch and he smiled slightly and looked down at mine then he got straight into the examination - he was so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body and I was getting thicker in the stick by the second and he seemed to be pressing his crotch into my side more and more and when he turned the lights off for further examination of my eyes I couldn't help but push my elbow slightly into his crotch and yes he was getting as hard as I was so I thought to myself 'what the fuck - go for broke' and I sat back and cupped his basket in my right hand and squeezed and he moaned and I said, "You like eh?" and he said "Yeah" and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his gorgeous cut cock and being the cock craving old bastard I am I went for it and greedily swallowed his six inches and began greedily sucking him off.
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indecently prepositioned

October 4, 2012, 9:00 pm
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On the worst day of his life, the distinguished businessman Bryce is approached by a much younger man named Randy. At first, the meeting seems promising. The younger man, in the prime of his career and appearance, looked like a sweet conquest to Bryce. Even though he wasn't particularly in the mood, Bryce figured that bedding another status-struck newbie wouldn't be so bad. As they talked, Bryce was already planning on how he was going to seduce Randy; thinking that the standard wine and dine strategy had never failed him before. But then, the conversation took a surprising turn, and Bryce found himself unpleasantly propositioned by an arrogant Randy. "Look, Bill, Bob, whatever the hell your name is. My offer is simple. $500 for you to lay face down, spread those cute ass cheeks, and let me poke you for an hour or so. I don't have to tell you what a good deal that is." Randy leaned back confidently. He unconsciously extended his hand, passing an imaginary check across the table towards Bryce. Randy's dick stiffened in his trousers, playing the vision he projected to Bryce in his head. Randy awaited the smoky rebuttal from Bryce. There was a slight pause before the heated delivery.

"I don't get bought. My ass is not for sale. Especially not to a punk like you, who was being breastfed while I was already on my second career. Why don't you hit those shitty gay discos, and find a faggot boy to suck your dick. Better yet, why don't you hit the S&M bars and find a big daddy to fuck you in half."
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the barber

October 4, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Picture it, a town of 900 in 1960 with one barber - that's enough since half the population would be men.

Mr. Daniel, my father's barber, was a nice old man who only charged 2 "bits" for a hair cut - that's two quarters and he even gave us back ten cents if I sat still. Then Bud came to town. He charged a whole dollar. He was also divorced with a son my age.

Bud had all the newest equipment and a shop on the street. Mr. Daniel had his shop in the basement of the hotel. Yes, we had a hotel. Why, no one knew.

Bud also gave the newest hair cuts, flattops with Butch wax and every thing Mr. Daniel had a hard time doing a flattop since he was old and his hands were not steady. So being 15 and wanting to be in style, I went to see Bud.

Sitting in Bud's chair was neat. Bud was over 6 foot tall and had muscles bulging out his sleeves. He wore a white coat which hid most of the rest of his torso.

During my first haircut, I noticed something different about Bud. I sat real still for him, like I did for Mr. Daniel with my hands hanging over the arm rest. But as Bud moved around the chair to cut the sides and front of my hair, he would lean into the back of my hands. At first I didn't think a thing about it, but the second and third time it happened I noticed a large bulge drag across my fingers.

When I looked down I noticed that my fingers were right in his crotch. When I looked up into Bud's face, he smiled. Next trip to the other side of my head, he did the same thing but pressed a little harder on my fingers.
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my dream daddy bear

October 11, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I looked at the clock for the hundredth time today and was rewarded with only ten minutes till punch-out. I finished shutting down my computer and was locking the desk when my eye caught movement in the doorway.

"Shit!" My mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for why I couldn't work late today. After all, it was Friday, and today started the two week long school vacation and I'd been planning on for the last six months. I pretended to ignore the figure standing in the door, hoping it would just go away.

"Hey Lee, you got a few minutes?"

I recognized the voice at once. I should. The face and body that goes with that voice has been my favourite jack-off fantasy ever since I first saw them. With images of Zack dancing in my brain, I've spilled as much cum down the shower drain as hot water.

"Sure Zack, what's up?"

"Well, I know this is kinda short notice, but do you have any big plans for next week?" he asked, "I sure could use a big favour."

"I had planned..." I must have taken a bit too long to answer because he jumped in and starting explaining.

"You know that every year I go camping on my land up north." He was talking fast now, trying to get it all in before I could say I had plans. "Well, I've been meaning to ask for some time now, but I just never got around to it, and I was hoping you would like to come?... "I know you've done some camping and hiking, and it should be a pretty good time." This last bit was said in one breath and then he just stood there, looking at me, kinda red in the face.
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my first show

October 11, 2012, 9:00 pm
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When I was 16 yrs old my Uncle Ralph invited me for the weekend at his new penthouse apartment. He used to fuck my dad regular every Saturday but this weekend my parents were out of the country on a trip to a business convention. He told me to bring my school uniform, which consisted of a blue blazer with a white shirt and red tie and dark grey pants with black shoes always polished and shiny.

On Saturday he told me he was having a couple of friends over for dinner. He had a large dining room off his living room. I was to have dinner with his friends and it was important he said that I wear my school uniform. He wanted to show me off to his friends. Now I was not naive and knew all about my Uncle's escapades with dad and my cousin Jerry. I had seen the men magazines and had witnessed the sex scenes always from a safe hiding place.

His friends where 6 all together and wore different outfits, some had nice casual clothes, other wore jeans and one man had tight banana yellow leather pants, was tall and dark with ice blue eyes. He made a big impression on me. Dinner went on and it was fun to be with these men. Good conversation, lots of laugh, I was just taking it all in. Then Uncle Ralph near dessert time asked me to stand up and come over to him. My cousin Jerry was there also and he was watching carefully. Uncle Ralph presented me to his guests and while he was talking he would run his hands over my body. He opened my jacket and slipped it off me. His talks was sexual he was describing my fine young body to the men, offering me up for their pleasure. His hands were warm and gentle but firm against the fabric of my shirt and pants. I could feel my shirt being pulled gently out of my pants and he pinched my young nipples. This made them very hard and I was wetting my lips in anticipation always keeping my eyes on the men at the table watching me. The guy in yellow leather was running his hand on his obvious hard on. I could see clearly the outline of his hard cock against the leather.
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stroking with my son

October 11, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I'm a single father with one son. During my son's teen years I discovered he was a major masturbator like myself. When I was his age, I was stroking my cock day and night. Sometimes, I would beat off alone and sometimes with the two brothers that lived across the street. My own dad caught me a number of time stroking my hard cock. Sometimes mid-session of self-pleasure and other times during the clean up. I even spy on dad a few times jacking his own hard cock. My son Mark started not to be too shy about jacking off around his 16th birthday.

One of the first time I "caught" him was a Sunday morning. I walked into my son's bedroom and found him naked. He was standing naked with his back to me. I asked Mark if he wanted to go to breakfast at the local diner. Mark then turned around facing me. Mark had a huge load of cum on his chest and pubic hairs. His cock was still half hard and greasy. Both of his hands were also greasy. Mark just smiled at me and said "yeah, I'm hungry. I'm going to jump in the shower first." I left his room and when into my bedroom and removed my robe, and when I heard the shower come on and then started stroking my dick. I stroked my hard cock fast and furious. Listening to the sound of the shower and in my mind the vision of my own son with his cum on his chest. Just as the shower shut off I blew my load. I then cleaned up my load and took my own shower.
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1 strike

October 11, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I'm an umpire, right? In the Big Leagues. I did my time in the minors. I'm a pretty young umpire and I think I look pretty good. I've got the required beginnings of a pot belly coming on, but I also have some muscles and some height and some chest hair and a nice cock and basically a cute face with a nice dark mustache and nice dark hair.

Yeah, I think I look all right (especially if you compare me to the other umpires). I might be young for an umpire, but I've been doing it for a while now and I know the Game. So I was ready when ol' Valentine started screaming his head off about some blocking-the-line bullshit and started kicking up dust and barging straight for me from the dugout. His low voice always surprises me--such a deep voice that, if wasn't coming out of Bobby's mouth, would be very intimidating. I stood my ground for a second but then, just to show him who was boss, took a few slow steps towards his rushing-bull figure and planted my feet. He stopped a foot away from me, still shouting about something that I was not about to pay attention to, though the umpire half of my brain was methodically rattling out the reasons why Bobby Was Wrong. This really pissed him off, like smug umpires usually do, so he shoved himself even closer to me. His face was pretty red and his teeth were kind of showing through in a snarl--that's how angry he was. If it isn't obvious already, we really enjoy this shit (nationally televised too!).
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me and my best friends dad

October 13, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My best friend in high school and I were always together. We went everywhere and had the same interests. We knew that we were gay, but did not talk about it. My friend's parents were divorced and he lived with his father. My friend's dad, Ron, was a nice guy, and was your typical "dad" figure. I always found myself attracted to him, and wondered why he never had a girlfriend since he had been divorced for 5 years. Ron was 39 years old, 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, dark hair, hairy arms, chest, ass and he has an 8-inch cock.

During our senior year I starting staying over at my friend's house every Friday night. My friend's dad would give us the run of the house as he worked the graveyard shift. My friend and I had a blast, watching movies, getting pizza; and just being your typical 18-year-olds.

On one particular Saturday morning, all things were about to change and I was about to be introduced to gay sex. Ron, my friend's dad, came home at his usual time (6:00 am) on Saturday morning. The front door opening awakened me as I was sleeping in the guest bedroom. I had to piss so badly, but also had a raging morning hard-on. I heard Ron moving about the house, but things quieted down quickly and I made my way towards the bathroom. As I exited the bedroom, there was Ron sitting on the living room couch looking right at me. I stopped dead in my tracks with my hard-on tenting my shorts. Ron whispered, "Hey, come over here for a minute, I need to speak with you." I was really embarrassed, but for some reason I walked over and sat down on the couch. Ron said to me, "Don't worry about that," pointing to my hard-on, "I get those all the time in the morning. I've been meaning to ask you, Eric," he continued, "have you ever had a girlfriend?"
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me my uncle and a cruise

October 13, 2012, 9:00 pm
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My name is Justin, I'm 21, 6", red hair, baby blue eyes, and very muscular. Enough about me, one day my uncle bill calls me up and says that his job just gave him a good deal on a cruise to the Cayman islands and he has a extra ticket and asked me if I wanted to go with him. I thought about it for a second and was like sure when do we leave. He tells me that we fly down to Florida later that night because the cruise leaves early the next morning. So I pack all my stuff up and drive to my uncle house so we can drive to the airport. I get to his house and he meets me outside. I get out of my car, grab my stuff, and hand it to him. He ask me you ready to go, I respond with a smile hell yea. We both jump in his car and head to the airport.

We finally arrive in Florida and get on the cruise ship. While we are waiting for our luggage to get to our room we decide to go to the room and start unpacking out carry on. While I was unpacking, I happened to look over at my uncle and realized that he has a very nice ass. (Now I have never had a good relationship with my uncle so I don't know y I thought this) but anyway I also saw that he was unpacking condoms, I ask him if he thinks he is getting lucky with some chick tonight? We both start laughing and he says something like that. I get a fuzzy feeling in my stomach thinking damn I wish that I were that lucky.

As night falls and we are up on deck eating dinner, we were having our experiences with sex. Now he knows I'm gay but he doesn't mind that I talk about my gay encounters. He looks at me says well I'm done eating do you want to go and watch a movie in the room. I say sure. So we head to the elevator, hit the down button, the elevator gets to our floor, and no one is in it. he pushes me up against the wall in the elevator and starts to kiss me, now I'm really surprised at this cause I never thought my uncle had any feelings like that in him. But I like it so I kiss him back, when the elevator hits the floor and dings we stop kissing just long enough to get to our room. We get in our room and all of the sudden he picks me up and brings me to the bed. I can feel his bulging cock right next to mine. He lays me on the bed and rips off my shirt, and my shorts, I'm laying in my boxers now. He sits up and strips down to his boxers as well, for a 40-year-old man he has a nice body. He has a six pack, huge arms, a nice set of pecs, and a nice thin trail leading down to the elastic on his boxers, I thought I was gonna blow my load when I saw him.
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the cockpit

October 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Dad was a pilot for a major airline. I loved the way he looked in his uniform when he was leaving or coming home from a trip. He was so handsome. Daddy was 6' 3" of solid man. The hair from his chest went all the way down his body to his calves.

Whenever he was getting ready to go flying, I would sneak a look from around the bedoom door into the closet where he would stand naked after his shower. My little boy-dick would get so hard looking at daddy that I had to go jack off as soon as he left.

This time I was so horny that I couldn't wait until he left. I ran upstairs, closed the door and ripped off all my clothing. Dad never came by my room to say goodnight, he always waited until morning to say hi to me before school so I figured I was safe. I was lying on my bed with my boy-cock in my hand when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I froze in horror.

"Son", dad called out, "my flight this evening was cancelled, so I'm inviting the guys over for a game of poker".

I scrammbled to my feet pulling up my underware. Trying to act like I was half asleep, I yelled back ,"Uh...Ok Dad." Now I was more excited than ever. The guys were coming over.

I always loved it when Daddy would have the guys over for cards. They would get really drunk and at some point start taking off thier shirts and shoes to get more comfortable. As the evening wore on, I couldn't sleep knowing that there was a house full of studs right downstairs. I could over hear lots of laughing and carryng on.
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fate brought us together

October 14, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Spending time on the Internet chatting is one of my favorite pastimes. I get to know some really nice guys this way.

I had been spending time in the DenverM4M chat, because I was going there for my brother's wedding. I was hoping to catch some action while I was there.

I found the names of a few clubs to check out, and had been chatting with Exec60 a few times. He's a 60-year old widower and loves to chat as much as I do. Although 25 years older than me, we seemed to hit it off while online. The day I was flying out for the wedding, my brother Jeff called and asked if I would mind if his future father in-law picked me up at the airport. I had no problem with that. I knew how busy my brother must have been with last minute preparations.

He told me to look for John. He'd meet me at the baggage claims area. I arrived in Denver an hour late. John met me, holding a small sign with my name on it. The baggage took forever to come out. By that time, we both decided we needed a beer before heading out. John's a striking man for his age, about 6'2", slender and well tanned. We seemed to hit it off right away. We drank a couple of beers, while talking about my brother and his daughter.

After we left the Airport, John asked me if I minded just crashing at his house, instead of driving all way out to my brother's place. We were both in the wedding party, so why not?
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they dont have to know

October 15, 2012, 9:00 pm
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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

Hmmmwhat the hell I'm I suppose to do? I get up and go the living room and turned on the TV not like there would be anything on, but its something to watch instead of the ceiling all night. Flipping through channels, flipping through channelsnothing, well except for the news. I guess Ill watch that. Damn that thunder is loud; I cannot stand this damn weather! I don't see how people can sleep through it. "Two men rob another 7-11" Well like that's anything new. oh and know the only description the witness knows is that there both black and male. Okay I'm through with this channel. Oh here we go a scary movie to help me go to sleep. I can kill Freddy in my dreams every time. Oh shit he's about to kill another stupid female, look, there she go falling on the groundwell she's dead. As soon as she was about to die, the power goes out and now I'm left in the darkness with this loud thunder roaring over my head and lightening flashing repetitively against my windows.
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out of gas

October 15, 2012, 9:00 pm
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When I started driving, I recall my dad"s repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 16-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn"t seem that I would have to worry about anybody coming along this road at 1 a.m., so I figured I might as well bunk in my car until daylight. It was mid-summer, so I left the windows down and tried to enjoy the faint breeze coming off the foothills.

All alone in the middle of nowhere, and nothing else to do, I figured it was as good a time as any to jack-off. I stretched out across the seat and leaned back against the passenger door, undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I could clearly make out my exposed cock and balls in the bright moonlight that shone through the windshield. I then started to pump my dick to hardness while I cupped my balls. Almost as soon as I settled in for a nice handfuck, headlights rounded the corner. "Wouldn"t you know?" I thought as I stopped beating my meat for a second. The truck passed me by very slowly, enough to make out the shadow of a lone driver behind the wheel. I could swear we made eye contact. It seemed as if it would continue on, hen came to a stop. Back-up lights came on, and the truck pulled to the side of the road in front of my car as I scrambled in the front seat to pull my pants back up.
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