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  • berrys story
  • My name is Berry Hind and when I was 16, my mom became sick, and she and my little sister, moved in with her sister in Fresno. I stayed in Los Angles to finish school and got a job at a fast food restaurant to earn money to survive. . After living on the streets for a couple weeks, I found a small room in a lousy part of town and stayed there for almost 9 months, but wanted to get out of the city and move to the beach. Read More...

  • firehouse blows
  • I was invited to a party in the city with about 25 other people. Most of them strangers and older than I. It was a gay party with mostly men. Most were drinking and seeming to have a good time but since I did not drink nor did I know too many people there, I was getting bored. That is until I met another man about 40 that seemed to take an interest in me and noticed I was bored too. He talked to me for a short time then ask me if I wanted to go visit a firehouse near by where he knew the night fire chief and most of the staff. I thought that might be interesting so I agreed and we left together. Read More...

  • a business trip encounter
  • As I start this I need to clarify a few points. I am very much in the closet and no one who personally knows me, has any idea I am bi or really get excited when it comes to being around men. Other than a few encounters from when I was growing up, about 5 at rest areas, maybe 5 in college and one gay bath house experience, I have been totally straight acting. Being married and with a family and a great job, I was even extra careful not to do anything to screw these up. That is why this experience even surprised me as it happened, as I would worry about anyone I worked with finding out. With that said let me relate what happened. Read More...

  • dads best friend
  • It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me. Read More...

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

  • how it started with dad
  • While its been a couple years since I first wrote, how it started about my brother and I, I thought I would contigtnue about how it started with our dad. Read More...

  • breakfast with gus
  • I had left Adel Georgia in the morning with a goal of making it to the Kentucky border before stopping for the night on my homebound journey from vacationing in Florida. The day was hot and humid. I thought I would never get out of south Georgia with its seemingly endless expanse of boring countryside. I reached Atlanta in the early afternoon and knew that from then on the views afforded me from my car would improve with each passing mile. I drove, alone with my thoughts enjoying the countryside and measured the passing miles by when it was necessary to find a new radio station that satisfied my on desire for classical music. I have found that in the deep south you are lucky to have one station to choose from and as that fades out you are lucky to find another fading in, but thanks to National Public Radio it is almost possible to travel accompanied by old friends and good music. The day of traveling oozed by smoothly until I reached Knoxville Tennessee. With storm clouds on the horizon, I got caught in a massive traffic jam caused by a combination of rush hour, road construction and an accident where three different sections of interstate converged into one lane. Two hours and one and a half miles later, I was back on the road, determined to make it to the Kentucky border before calling it a day. I drove on into the mountains of Tennessee, wary of the storm clouds and occasional flashes of lightning playing around the peaks of the surrounding mountains. Read More...

  • my girlfriends father
  • "That's it, Boy. Ah, fuck, yeah. You take what's coming to ya'. Take it like a good buddy. Take it like MY good buddy. Is that what you're needing? You want Daddy to fuck you full-stroke, huh?" I could feel the entire length of Mr. Stewart's velvety shaft ease it's way into, then all the way out of me, all the way out--including the helmet-shaped head--out of my body. Read More...

  • the hunting camp cum slut
  • I finally got up enough courage to tell my fiancee, Connie, about being used as fuck meat by my Father and brothers as well as their friends since I was a boy. I was concerned about her reaction to my sexual past since I am a submissive and it involved incest and homosexuality along with every and any twisted sex act you could imagine. To my relief she was not repelled by it. To my excitement it turned her on and held promise for us to have a continuing if not expanding sex life after our marriage. 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)