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October 16, 2012, 9:00 pm
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As I was growing up, my Dad and I lived in a small town about 4 hours out of Melbourne along the main highway to Sydney. My Dad owned and ran a diner and truck stop (we lived out the back in a small house as there was only the both of us).

My mother died when I was 2 so I never got to know her and grew up alone with my Dad. I was born here in Australia but my Mum and Dad came from Greece way back in the 1940's. Both worked and lived at the diner when I was born - but from the age of 2 it was just me and my Dad.

When I was around 14, my Dad got me to help out during the summer holidays over the Christmas period. I remember I was given general duties (most of the cleaning and running errands for him and some of the local Truckers).

At that stage my Dad was a very quiet man. He was firm and quite strict but he was also very quiet. Some of the guys that would come into the diner were always mouthing off, loud, crass and general really loud. Not my Dad - he was very quiet and spoke very few words.

Even though he was a man of few words - he wasn't the type of man that you would consider shy or someone that lacked confidence. As I was growing up I remember thinking he was a giant - 6'3, black hair, thick arms and legs covered with dark hair and a strong chest (also covered in hair). I wouldn't say he was fat but quite solid. Now that I'm 31 I can see where I get my features from but when I was 14 I still had some way to go (although I was quite well developed for my age).
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uncle bob

October 16, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Here I was again.....in my favorite spot, in my favorite position, doing my favorite thing! My eyes viewed the sight before me: a field of pink and dark brown filled my field of vision. I was savoring the taste of my favorite thing to eat.....cock! My mouth was filled with the hard, thick, long pole of a cock attached to my most beloved uncle: Bob. Uncle Bob and I have done this a countless number of times. Every time I do it, it is as hot as the first time.

Aaaah, the first time! I remember it as hotly and clearly as if it were yesterday. Uncle Bob and I have been together plenty of times since that first time and both of us love it just as much each time. The first time was quite some time ago. Uncle Bob and I were alone at my house. It was during summer and my family had gone away for an extended weekend at the shore for sun and fun. I begged off going because I had gotten a summer job and didn't want to jeopardize it by taking time off. My family tried to convince me to go along with them and was disappointed when I held out, despite their insistence..

Uncle Bob was two years older than my dad. I had been having lusty thoughts and dreams about my dad for a few years by this time. Uncle Bob was as sexy as my dad, if not more so. Both were hairy-bodied men which I found an immense turn-on. Dad was 2 years younger than his brother. While Dad was 5'11", Uncle Bob was 6'1", about 220 pounds and had a bigger frame than his younger brother. It wasn't long after I had lusty dreams about dad that I noticed Uncle Bob was like Dad, but more so. He had a heftier body, a barrel-shaped chest , densely haired arms, and I imagined a chest that was as hairy as my dad's....if that was possible. I've always loved my Uncle Bob but not like I did this day. The sexiest thing about this day is that it happened totally spontaneously.
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babysitting mr miller

October 18, 2012, 9:00 pm
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On a Friday afternoon, Mrs. Miller came to talk to me. She was going to an out-of-town wedding for the weekend, and her husband would have to stay home because of a pulled muscle or something. Mrs. Miller asked me to check on him during the weekend, just in case.

- Would you mind making sure that William is doing all right, please?

He's able to walk now but you never know if it gets worse.

- Sure, Mrs. Miller.

- I hope I'm not ruining your plans for the weekend, but all the family is going to the wedding and I didn't know whom to ask.

- No, that's all right. No problem.

- Thank you, young man. You're a sweetheart.

Well, I wasn't sure of that. I just didn't know how to say "no thank you" to this lady. She knows how to nudge people into doing things her way.

I had just moved to Rapid City, South Dakota, and the Millers were my nearest neighbors. She was basically the only person I knew already here, apart from the guys at the office. I'd only seen Mr. Miller - or William as she called him - from far away. He seemed to be a husky man in his late sixties or so, with a charming smile and a sexy bald head, but that's all I could say about him. Too bad he's straight, I thought to myself.

Saturday morning I was thinking about Mr. Miller. I was picturing him as a typical hetero male doing typical hetero things when the Mrs. was away laying all day on the sofa in his grubby underwear with several six-packs of beer watching pro wrestling or nude girls with big tits on TV.
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his first daddy dick

October 18, 2012, 9:00 pm
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The first time I saw James was at the college bookstore. I knew I was going to get him to be my white bitch before the week was out. I was hard just thinking about his long blonde hair and baby blue eyes.

He was taller than my 5'11" 220 pound frame. I followed him out of the bookstore and struck up conversation with him. As we walked he told me of his fasination with video games. I told him I had quite a few games and anytime he wanted he could cum and play. To my surprise he agreed to cum right then. When we got to my crib I told him to make himself comfortable. I asked him if he smoked and he said that he did. We lit up a blunt and smoked it to the face.

By this time I am hard as a rock and stoned. I looked at James, he was just about passed out on my couch. I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans. He was barely with it enough to try and stop me. I took full advantage of the situation. I tore all of his clothes off him I then took all of my clothes off. He took one look at my 16 inch black stallion and his eyes just about popped out of his head. He started yelling and screaming. I told him that my crib was sound proof and that no one could hear him.

After 10 min he finally shut up. I told him I didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted him to suck me off. I told him I would return the favor if he did a real good job. It must have been the purple but I swear I saw his eyes gleam. I asked him if he had ever been with a guy before and he said no. I knew then that I had to be the first.I told him the it would be better if we did the 69 position (that way I could ream his arsehole at the same time and get it ready for what was to come).
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make me daddys lil boy

October 19, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I will always remember the first time Dad took my cum. It was completely unexpected. It was during the summer. Dad had been working a lot. He had put on about an extra twenty pounds. Which I think looked pretty good on him. He was busting out of his size fourty waist though. With him working so much and not being home, he was always in a bad mood when he was at home. Mom and him always seemed to be in one argument or another. As summer started and the temp outside went up the temp of there arguments went up. Dad moved into the guest bedroom off the living room. He was still working late, fighting with mom when he got home.

One Saturday mourning I woke up early it was just getting light out. Even so it was already warm in the house an I was hot. I was only wearing my bottoms of my summer PJ's, shorties and nothing underneath. I could feel the sweat running down my bottom. I got out of bed. My younger brother was still sleeping soundly. I grabbed my new truck at the foot of the bed and headed for the living room to play so I would not wake anyone. When I got into the living room I turned on the T.V. and found a cartoon and started to play with my truck.

Within a few minutes my dad was standing at the door of the guest room bellowing about the noise. I looked up and saw this man. A man in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He was big and hairy. His belly was pushing the waist to its fullest. It was about to break from the strain. He had a full raging hard-on that was also bust the material, and here he was in front of me.
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my story

October 19, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I'm a 36 year old white male who has been an avid cock worshipper since the age of twelve. I've taken on both the active and passive roles with men. I was even raped by a man once, but have masturbated to the memory of it ever since. To me, the male being is the most fantastic of all creation. I glorify every aspect of the male being. Cock is something I crave almost every minute of every day. I have pleasured well over 500 males from age twelve to the present time. There are times when I would have sex with up to 10 men in one night, with the help of my vehicle and sense of adventure.

I grew up in South San Francisco, just outside of the city, on the Peninsula.

I started jacking-off at the age of 11 and couldn't get enough. I looked forward to going to bed every night so I could fantasize about boys at school and stroke my young prick. I'd also found my parents' book by Penthouse called "The Sensuous Couple", where I'd marvel at the descriptions on performing fellatio and stroke myself.

When I was 12, I would go over my friend Chris' house after school. His mom would still be at work and he and I would jack-off in front of each other. But it didn't take long until Chris got me to suck his cock. He knew about it from the porn mags of his dad's he'd found while visiting him on weekends. I liked sucking cock from that first time. I liked the way it tasted and the way Chris would push my head down on his dick. How he got me to swallow his cum. He too sucked my dick, but preferred for me to suck his. He eventually got me to take his cock up my ass and I'll say that it hurt like hell the first few times, but I continued to let him do it. He was very nasty for a boy of the same age. Chris and I continued having sex for two years while we were in junior high school together, before we were separated by going to different high schools and lost touch. Chris had me suck his cock anytime it was possible. After school at his mom's house, during weekend stay-overs at his dad's, behind some bushes by some old train tracks.
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my fathers undies

October 20, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I am a 18 year old and gay. I"ve never told anyone but I love to watch gay porn. I"ve always been attracted to my dad ever since I caught him naked when I went home to pick up something. And I was boy. Each year i grow up thinking of ways to get me close to his penis. I keep stealing his used briefs and jacking off to them. Sometimes even cummed in it. My dad is 52 years old and quite chubby for that matter. His penis is quite hairy. When i say hairy i mean REALLY hairy. He is about 5 foot 8". So, here comes the good part.

It was straight after my mum and sister left for Australia. Me and my dad were alone as usual. I was just doing my homework and then I hear a voice in the distance. He was calling my name. I just went over and said

"Yes?"

he said half naked in satin shorts

"Come over here."

I was confused because my father and I never had a good father to son relationship. I went closer.

"Closer."

"Yes?"

"I know what you"ve been doing with my briefs"

"HOWD YOU KNOW?!" I said panicking.

He kept quite and gave me a horny smile. He put his pants down while sitting in his recliner chair. He was wearing lots of briefs. Layered. I estimated about 12 of them. He took my body and forced my head to his "area" .

"Smell all of them son. Each one is for a month I didn"t wash".
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kyle and his father - the taxi driver

October 20, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the city so he had a taxi due to arrive at their house at 7:00 and of course he was running late. He knew it would cost him a few dollars to take a taxi in, but after all he could afford it considering he had just been made partner at his law firm.

Jeff rushed in and headed for the bathroom to shower, passing his son, Kyle's room, which at this very moment was getting ready for this evening. Kyle had just gotten out of the shower himself and was standing in front of his closet trying to decide what to wear. He had never met Greg but his Father insisted that he wear a suit tonight. Kyle figured his Dad wanted to impress his friend so he complied. He pulled his grey suit from the closet along with a maroon shirt and matching tie. He then let the towel drop from his waist and headed to the dresser for a pair of underwear. As he passed the mirror he got a glimpse of himself. He hated to sound conceded but he was happy with what he saw. A lean swimmer's build from his days on his high school swim team. A perfect round ass and a huge dick that hung 9" and thick as a beer can. Not to mention his wavy brown hair and classic good looks. He was quite the catch and he knew it.
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the doctor hasnt lost the knack

October 22, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Pushing open the heavy pinewood door, Roger Jackson was unable to prevent the chill March wind carrying a small heap of dead elm leaves into the reception area as he struggled with an armful of case notes and the two pints of semi-skimmed milk;. the latter having been jammed under the car park gate, as usual, by the milkman on his pre-five AM milk round. Using his right foot in a neat, rear-kicking movement, he managed to thrust the door back into its frame and nodded to himself as he heard the latch drop. Roger slid the pile of notes onto the receptionists desk and, safely landing the milk cartons beside them, checked the practice answer phone for any overnight messages - there were none. Turning, he gathered the milk up again and made off into the kitchen, put the milk into the fridge and set about filling and boiling a kettle for tea. This completed, he returned to the reception, picked up his precious paperwork and entered his surgery.

Jackson had been the village general practitioner, in the sleepy little town of Throthorpe, for the past 27 years and was due to retire in six weeks time. He was a totally trustworthy and a loyal member of the parish community and a stalwart of the rural council. As treasurer, he was, in the mind of the village, a completely honest person. He read his work diary, dutifully completed by the receptionist on Friday night, and smiled as he saw his first patients name. Daniel Martens.
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the day the earth moved

October 22, 2012, 9:00 pm
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The two construction workers worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up for the evening around the construction site on the new house on the steep hillside overlooking the pounding surf on the rugged coast below. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their girl friends that evening after a hard-working pay day. The day had been hot, and they were both stripped down to shorts and tool belts and heavy construction boots.

They were working together in a back room that was almost finished when the earthquake rumbled along the ridge and collapsed the framing of the new house in upon itself. As the walls of the house came in upon each other and the ceiling drooped down, the two construction workers were thrown against each in other in a small air pocket.

The lithe and wiry young blond's cheek was flattened against the back wall, which still held, although he could hear the roaring of the surf dangerously close. his hands were flung out, his palms leveraging against the wall.

The olive-skinned older Italian, the cut and horse-hung bodybuilder with curly black hair in abundance, had been flung up against the blond's back; his pelvis nestled up under the blond's buttocks.

The two huddled closely together as they waited out the earthquake and its ever-weakening aftershocks, hoping that the walls of their prison would hold.
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shop sex

October 23, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Shit, I think I'm fuckin' goin' nuts. Goddamn, who'da thunk it would happen to me. I was always straight as a freakin' arrow all my life. The fuckin' fag had to come into my life...

I sat at the computer that day looking over the record of deliveries at Tire City, the repair shop I work at for the last ten years. It was a very slow morning, and the icy snow falling outside made the parking lot look like a frozen lake. Not a customer had pulled in since we opened two hours earlier. I looked up to see a white Mustang convertible drift into the driveway and slide to a stop at the door. They may be fun in the summer, but they're a bitch in snow: no weight in the back, they slip around like a toboggan. I could see one tire was almost flat. I motioned through the plate glass window for the driver to pull around back, and I went through to meet him. The throaty 'Stang pulled into the bay in a swirl of wet air. I smelled the hot engine under the hood as the driver shut it down.

Now, let me set you straight, I never thought of homo sex with a guy, but I couldn't help noticing this one. He was certainly different than the gang I hang with. Girly smooth face with two dimples like quotation marks around his mouth. Well dressed in dark wool slacks and a cream-colored knit shirt that clung to his chest. I saw his nipples under the thin fabric, perky and erect. I've always been a tit man, used to drive my wife nuts, sucking on her nipples till they were red. My only thought the day she left me for her personal trainer was that I wouldn't ever get to taste those boobs again.
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the long walk

October 23, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I had a huge argument with my parents. It was a friday night and I had been working for my older brother as a construction helper. The pay was awful,the hours were long and to top it off, my brother was a jerk. I had asked my dad to borrow the car so I could go to a party with my friends and not only did he not let me take it, he wouldn't even take me where I wanted to go.

I was so angry I stormed out of the house. Taking a long walk was the only way I knew of to vent my frustrations, so I ended up walking until 11:00 or so. I figure I had walked 6 or 7 miles when I realized I was near one of the local swimming holes. I walked over the highway and down into the creek following the trails in the woods by moonlight. As I walked through the dark woods I decided to strip off my cut-offs and t-shirt. Finally,I reached one of the deeer pools and went swimming. I can remember vividly how free and happy I felt and how great it was to be naked in nature. Of course, I was playing with my cock in the water , but just as I was making it feel really good, a couple invaded my private swimming party. Quickly, I slipped on my shorts and made my way back to the main road. I was very disappointed and still quite horny. As I reached the main highway I realized I was still a good 6 or 7 miles from home and I really didn't want to walk the whole way. So I started hitching for a ride
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the shoe man

October 24, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I was in my early 20's when this particular event occurred it changed my life forever. As a youth I always dreamed of an older more mature gent taking charge, immobilising me and having his way but that is really as far as this fantasy went, until this day.

I had finished work early afternoon and went into town to find myself a pair of black shoes to wear with my new trousers I had bought a few weeks ago. I was particular about what I wanted and so I went from shop to shop to see what the range was. It was a hot summer day so I decided to be comfortably clad in sheer muslin shirt and some very fitted lightweight canvas jeans that left very little to the imagination, but that was the fashion in those days. I stumbled upon a shop that I hadn't been into before; there was a great range of men's shoes and several pairs that took my fancy. I couldn't believe my luck!

The shop was busy and I had to wait a while before being served. It looked as though the rather ruggedly handsome gent was there by himself, but he seemed to have everything under control. I asked him if I could see a few of the styles on display and try some on. He seated me and went to find my size in three different styles. I watched him as he retrieved one pair out of the display stack. He was a well-built man wearing a polo shirt and some snug casual shorts that defined his legs, butt and basket. The sight of this solid man meant that I had to rearrange myself due to an impromptu stirring in my jeans. I didn't think that he noticed as he walked past to gather the other pairs from out the back, so I assumed he was straight.
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caught by my professor

October 24, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I was already in college when I discovered the joys of getting anonymous blowjobs in an old movie theater in Avenida. I frequent the place every time I got horny and was I horny always.

At that time, I was still studying in a well-known private university nearby. I'd usually go get myself a blowjob in between my class schedules, especially if it was more than 4 hours long. After getting some, I'd come back to class with a satisfied grin on my face.

It was a Wednesday and suddenly my schedule from 11 pm till 5 pm was open. Prof. Toralba (Theology teacher - 11 to 12 pm) and Prof. Cunanan (Natural Science teacher 1 3 pm) were absent. So, where would a horny boy like me go to spend all his free time? Where else but in an old movie house in Avenida. Time to get a long satisfying anonymous blowjob.

To get there was just a jeepney ride away from my school. I got there around 11:30. I was so horny that I didn't care about lunch. I paid my orchestra ticket and got in. It was still early, not much people yet. I sat somewhere in the middle section. The movie was a local 80s bold film. I watched a little. Bad acting. Bad script. Cute leading man though but the leading lady looks like a maid. Who cares, I came here for a blowjob.

I think it was more than 15 minutes and no one has approached me yet. I decided to go to the comfort room. I got inside and scoped the place out. No one. I went to one of the urinals and peed. After which, I went to the sink and washed my hands. As I was preening at the mirror, I noticed that the farthest-right cubicle opened. From the mirror, I saw a man sitting on the toilet bowl looking at me. He made a sound, so I turned around and looked at him. He was making a blowjob sign. He's asking me if I want a blowjob.
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taking her place

October 25, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I was at their house to do an inspection. The lady of the house was hurrying out as I was getting started. She told me her husband was in the shower and should be out by the time I needed to go inside. She was very good looking, and flashed me a sweet smile and winked as she hurried to her car. I finished up the outside inspection of the house and knocked on the door. The man of the house was wearing a white towel around his waist and had shaving cream on his face. He smiled, and told me that he would be in the bathroom finishing up as I went about my business.

He was still in the bathroom as I went in to finish the home inspection. He had shaved and was doing some general grooming, as I started inspecting the fixtures. He smiled and said it had been a hectic morning and that he was sorry they had not been more hospitable. I told him I understood, and smiled back as I sat on the edge of a huge tiled Jacuzzi tub. I told him that his wife seemed very nice, and he said she was and then some. He was looking at me in the mirror and I know he saw me looking at his body.

He looked to be in his late 40's with a very athletic build. He and his wife appeared to be professional types. I was enamored with this couple that was close to 20 years older than me. He broke my train of thought when he said that the morning was so rushed, that he did not get his usual morning treat from his wife. I could tell that he was not talking about breakfast by the way he looked at me to judge my reaction. I told him that I was sorry and that I knew how a good morning could set the tone for the rest of the day. He turned around and faced me, and I could not help checking him out. I just managed to say that I wished there was some way to help.
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my big fuck buddy

October 25, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I met him at Home Depot. I needed some home repair items, plus it's a great place to cruise for guys. I stopped in my tracks when I first saw him. So big -- 6'4", 230 pounds -- in what I would soon come to know as his trademark outfit of jeans and t-shirt and work boots; tan, brown hair starting to gray, in his mid-to-late 40s. So big, so handsome.

I started following him along from aisle to aisle pretending to look for things. He seemed so masculine and rugged I figured he must be straight and I thought I'd just get an eyeful of him and then go home and add him to my catalog of masturbatory fantasies.

Imagine my shock and surprise when he took a couple of steps toward me and said, "If a hot guy like you keeps following me around like this, I'll have to ask you to come home with me for some really great sex."

That was six months ago. He has many men in his life, some casual encounters in the park, some lovers, and many in between. I am definitely in between those extremes, with fuck buddy status, coming over to see him at his place once a week.

He takes his t-shirt off and I am always amazed by the contrast between his tan arms and neck, and pale torso. He's hairy, but not excessively so. A nice crop on his chest and belly, the hair in the middle of his chest turning silvery-gray like so many guys his age. Sometimes he'll smack his belly full-handed with a resounding THWACK and a reddish print of his hand will clearly show through the fur on his pale skin.
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bradley stoke

October 26, 2012, 9:00 pm
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A couple of years ago, I had to spend a few days at Bradley Stoke, just outside Bristol, to attend an IT development conference with a couple of other guys from my company. Someone way up high at head office in London had thought it might be a good idea to have a few people go along to it, just to see if anything significant might be said in any of the talks, and my name - somehow - was chosen to be one of them.

"Chances are, it'll be a waste of time," I remember saying to Michael Adams, one of the other people to have been volunteered as an attendee.

He smiled and shrugged. "Maybe. But it'll be a few days away from the same old same old... that's gotta be good..."

I was going to whinge a little more but reminded myself that Michael was, while in a totally different department to me, quite a few rungs of the ladder my superior. I thought it best, at least for the time being, to be more guarded and so I just smiled back and nodded. Like it was no big deal.

He went on, "I must say I don't much like losing a couple of evenings out of my week, but... you never know... the three of us guys might have a laugh together..."

"Yeah, I was meaning to ask about that - who's the third person?" I hoped it might be someone I knew.

"Wesley Simmons from sales..."

I shook my head. "Don't think I know him..."
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small town boy

October 26, 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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first french kiss

October 27, 2012, 9:00 pm
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I was about very young when I was visiting a family friend who lived alone and who was according my opinion very old--he must be at leas 50 years old. I knew him very good, but this was first time I was at his place. He was very kind to me and after a while he shoved me some magazines with naked women in it. I was very aroused. He has keeping me asking what I like at most and I could hardly speak because I was very nervous.

Then he started feeling my leg and he put his hand on my groin. Of course he felt I was hard. He said it is completely normal and said that he too is very aroused, because men are always aroused when they see naked women. He took my hand and put it on his hard cock. I thought my heart will jump out. I became even more aroused when he took his hard cook out of his trousers. It was a very big one, at least comparing to mine.

He put my hand on it. It felt very warm and silky. I liked the feeling and I wanted to hold it. It seems that he liked it too, because he suggested that we put our trousers down. In almost no time, he was naked in front of me and he started to help me to put my clothes down. Than he took me in his groin and I felt the whole time his hard cock and he was touching my cock and balls. I felt his lips on my neck and it was incredible. I was looking at the magazines but I didn't see anything more. I was concentrated on his hot groin and hairy chest, which was so good to may back.
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fun in the garage

October 27, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Hey, everyone. My name is Jon and I'm 21 years old. I stand 6 feet tall and weigh 155 pounds. I have wavy brown hair and brown eyes. My mind is continually thinking up really hot fantasies for use during those lonely times by myself when I simply must have some sexual release. I've been thinking for a while about sharing some of these fantasies by writing them out and posting them here. This is my first attempt and I'd love to get feedback. If people like the fantasy, I'll share some more. This fantasy involves a friend of my father and myself. Hope you enjoy the story fellas.

Recently my Wrangler was having problems starting and I didn't have the money to get it looked at. Being a poor college student and all, I asked my father if he would try fixing it for me. He said sure. He admitted he didn't know a lot about Jeeps, but a friend of his did.

Later that week I heard my father and his friend arrive downstairs. So, I went down to thank them both for the help. I couldn't believe what I saw next. I had never met this friend before, but damn was he hot. He stood about 6'2" and was solid muscle. He had dark brown hair, a 5 o'clock shadow and piercing blue eyes. My father introduced us. His name was Marc. Apparently they had met at work. "Thanks for agreeing to help, Marc," I said. "I really need this thing to get me to school and back." "Hey, no problem. I own a Jeep myself. So hopefully, I can figure out what is wrong with it." I joined them outside while they chatted about work-related stuff and worked on my Jeep. Occasionally they'd point something out to me. I pretended to listen, but was really just looking at Marc instead.
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