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  • sheriff parker
  • It was a warm rainy southern spring night and I was caught in it. My house was on a rural road several miles from the basketball gym. Didn't expect it would rain this hard or I would have asked one of the guys for a ride. In the distance I saw bright lights and flashing blue police signal. The car pulled up next to me and a person said "git in". It was Sheriff Parker the meanest and self-proclaimed toughest guy in Carson County, Tennessee. Read More...

  • my horny brother jeff
  • I was one of those lucky ones who had a family full of horny men and boys. We were walking hardons growing up and nudity was never a big deal. We were all swimmers and during the Summer it was natural for us to walk around in hardly a stitch of clothing. Growing up in the hot Summers of the South didn't help matters. That heat can really get you going. Read More...

  • rule of thumb
  • I was a 19-year-old hippie then. My tiny little hometown was seven miles from a college town. The huge university had over 10,000 students so there was a lot of student-type traffic cruising back and forth between the two towns. A lot of students lived in my hometown because the rent was cheaper. A lot of them didn't have cars: there wasn't a bus service between the towns, and there were hardly any taxis, which were expensive anyway. The only other mode of transportation (which was safer then than it is now) to go to class or to work or just to travel between the towns for a party was to hitchhike. When I did have a car I almost always saw hitchhikers and always picked them up. When I didn't have a car -- which was most of the time -- I was on the road with my thumb out, too. It was actually quite fun. Hitching and giving rides was just a way of life for us then. There was also a form of etiquette between riders and drivers. The biggest rule was the sharing of drugs. The idea was the rider supplied and offered to smoke a joint with the driver, and the two of us got nice and high on the short ride between the towns (I quit doing drugs when I was in my early 20's). Once in a great while one of us would have other drugs to share, but usually it was pot; either a joint or a pipe full. When I hitchhiked I always tried to make sure I had some pot with me to share with whoever picked me up. Since the only hitchhikers and drivers I'd run into then were college aged or younger, the odds were real good of getting high and everyone knew the rules. Read More...

  • connecting with dad
  • 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. Read More...

  • hi guy
  • I don't usually go to bars, but I heard this bar is one where mature guys hang out. I'm not a kid. At 31, I'm hardly a virgin, but I haven't been with that many men, either. I'm not looking for a "daddy" -- I'm just looking for a man who has some experience and knows what he's doing. Read More...

  • Old Hunger Sated
  • I'm an older 'straight' guy whose wife lost interest in sex several years ago. Since I've still had lots of sex interest but don't want to be unfaithful, I masturbate more than anyone would believe of a man aged 65. And I enjoy it as much as I did when I was 16. Read More...

  • here cums the judge
  • I awoke to the ringing of Gradys telephone.."hello"...>voice< "hello, may i speak with Grady".....>me< "he's taking a nap sir,may I have him return your call" >voiceme< "I'll do that sir" >Judge< "thank you" >me< "yes sir, goodbye" Bill and Grady were still snoring like a pair of walrus..so I got dressed and went to the kitchen to find a bite to eat...there was some homemade soup in the frezzer so I warmed it up....In a few moments I heard the guys stirring..I think the smell of the soup had instinctly awoke them to come "feed". >Gradyme< "soup of the day, yall set down and i'll fix you a bowl" >Gradyme< "is that right, its great,I love it" >Bill< "Buddy, you are hotter than this soup anyday">me Read More...

  • truning 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...

  • 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...

  • granddad is drunk
  • It would be true to say my granddad enjoyed a drink. It was often a topic of discussion as to whether to invite him to family occasions as he often got loud and spoke his mind after a few drinks. It was on one of his drinking binges that he managed to injure his leg falling over. I was given the task at 21 of looking after him for a few days. It was not my idea of fun but I could not get out of it.

    I had always had a thing about granddad. He was 6ft with short silver hair, a large stocky build, short silver/grey beard and a booming voice. He would never take no for an answer and had an air of authority about him.

    I arrived late evening at granddads and put my bags in the small guest room. It had the same musky odour I remembered as a kid. In fact the dcor had remained the same brown and beige colours for years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)