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  • about my father
  • "Damn," said my Dad. He was pulling on a new casual shirt and the top button came away in his fingers - which were especially annoying since wed just begun a weekend of bushwalking in the mountains and - to keep things simple - wed only brought along a bare minimum of shorts, boxers and shirts. Read More...

  • walking on the beach
  • It had been a long day at work and I couldn't be bothered cooking so I decided to go for a walk on the strand down the road from my house. It was a very warm evening and I had been feeling particularly horny so I got into my shorts and t-shirt, the kind of tight shiny Adidas shorts that accentuate my bulge and ass. I may be in my thirties, but I keep trim and, if I may say so, look good for my age. Read More...

  • the professor and his student
  • "You're gay, aren't you?" Read More...

  • stuck with a greek bear god
  • My fucking luck! This morning, of all days I overslept and managed to miss the 6:45 train. Then once in Paddington station, I rushed down to the underground to find out that the circle and district lines were having severe delays, due to signal failures between Gloucester road and South Kensington, and there I sit, sweat already starting to trickle down my spine, making my shirt stick to my back. I have an interview this morning. Not for something major.. but in order to finish paying for my studies, I found myself a job with the GCCL [Greek Chamber of Commerce of London] and must absolutely be on time for my interview..; I can t even imagine being one second late ..The job is interesting, well paid and would give me a chance to earn a bit of extra cash, something that will definitely please my bank. .. and There I am, waiting until 20 minutes later, a train arrived and I crushed myself in (I did not mind the gap between the train and the platform by the way, and almost lost my shoe in the rush ..) ..at my station, I took a flying leap of the tube, rushed outside the station, turned left and sprint the last two blocks to the office . Normally this would be nothing for me, Hell, I jog one mile a day, but wearing a suit and nasty painfully tight leather shoes does not help. Bloody nuisance! By the time I get to the lobby of the Victoria Tower, I had to make a beeline for the lifts. It s one minute to eight and I m sweating bullets... Read More...

  • the apprentice
  • We had just two days until our graduation from Center High and we decided to do a little celebrating early. Kyle's parents were going out of town, so he said he could get wheels for our party. So Friday night he snuck his father's big Buick out of their garage and picked us up. We were off then to cross over the state line into Michigan where I knew we could get booze at the Last Chance Liquor Store. I'd banged Madelyn, the old broad who ran the place, once and ever since then she'd let me buy whatever I wanted. I only hoped that nerd of a husband of hers wasn't manning the counter---with him I would have had a problem, but with Madelyn I'd be home free. Read More...

  • basketball son
  • I was in the bathroom with my son, Tom. We had just come from basketball practice at his high school. Sitting in those bleachers watching him run around getting all sweaty was really turning me on. I know, hes my son, and thats weird, but I couldnt help noticing his hot body. Hes 18, and about average height. Hes really thin, but he is in great shape. His arms were smooth, and revealed their muscles when flexed. The top of his pecs were visible through the v-neck jersey. His shorts ended in mid-thigh, showing off a good length of his thin, powerful legs. His blond hair was matted to his forehead in sweat, but he was virtually hairless elsewhere, from what I could see. His body moved to gracefully, and he had such determination on his cute, boy-ish face. Read More...

  • track and field
  • The bell rang insistently and I opened the front door to reveal two young men in their late teens or early twenties, one a slim but broad shouldered dirty blonde and the other, seemingly older, a more substantial, muscular brunette sporting a heavy five oclock shadow. Read More...

  • turning the tables on dad
  • 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. Read More...

  • my stepdad
  • Mom and I had been living along for 5 years after my dad just walked out one night. I had just had my 13th birthday, and Mom told me she had something she wanted to talk to me about. We sat down and Mom seemed to be really nervous, she explained that she had met a man at work and they had been dating for over a month and she wanted me to meet him. She told me she really liked him and wanted to know how I felt about her seeing someone, I told he that it was cool with me, I was at that age that I like being alone and didn't mind her being out some nights. She ask if I would be willing to spend some time with her new friend, his name was Ben and he worked at the loading docks at her job. I said sure that would be fine with me. Read More...

  • the local club
  • I had been asked to join the local profession/business men club that was setup like many in the country for retired men in order to share interests, friendship and do good chartable works for the local community.

    On the face of it I was flattered, because I had received both a letter and a phone call; however, I had just turned forty and I wondered if the chairman of the club knew this. It had transpired that my lovely old neighbour, who was ninety five and still as sharp as a razor, had spoken with Ken the Chairman saying that I would be a good candidate to join. The problem was my neighbour bless her had muddled my age thinking I was going to retire in the next few months, when in effect as much as I wanted to call it a day, I would have to keep working abroad in my chosen field for at least another ten years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)