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  • my favorite uncle
  • Uncle Pat was always my favourite Uncle. He was Dad's youngest brother out of four. Dad was number two, and the eldest three were like my grandmother, slight, fair and sort of sandy. Uncle Pat was quite different, tall, very dark and heavily built, he took after my Grandfather, he was broad too, and an imposing man. The elder three were very bright, academic and with professional jobs, one a dentist, one a lawyer and dad was some sort of government scientist. Uncle Pat was a cop, and scared the shit out of all the local kids, except me. I was his favourite, and he was mine. I was, of course, careful not to get on the wrong side of him, but he seemed easy to please as long as i was polite and appreciative. I early learned that our times together were "time out" and didn't go home telling tales. Mind you, I didn't want to, our times together were always fun, and I never wanted them to stop. Read More...

  • how i lost my virginity
  • I was 18 years old and had never been with either a girl or a guy; I was very shy and not the greatest looking guy around. My parents had a border staying with us, who was working for the steel works in town. He was in his 40's and quite handsome. We used to spend a lot of time together and always seemed to talk about sex, He would tell me about all his sexual adventures with the local girls he had fucked; he even told me about the time he fucked my sister. Every time he would tell me his stories, I would have to go and have a wank to relieve myself afterward, because it turned me on so much. Read More...

  • dads lesson
  • There is one lesson that my father taught me. I was what you might call a "late bloomer". As a kid, I had a chronic bedwetting problem. My parents tried everything, including a wee-wee alert, which consisted of a metallic sheet attached to an alarm. Alas, this did not work either. Exasperated, my dad resorted to waking me at least once every night to escort me to the bathroom for a tinkle. Read More...

  • Trying Something New
  • I grew up in a fairly large city, living with my mother and sister. I spent most summers staying with my aunt and uncle in the country, which was a wonderful retreat from urban life. They had a nice large ranch home, surrounded by acres of fields. It was perfect for riding dirt bikes and shooting rifles, which I loved to do with my Uncle Ted. We were great friends and he was like a father to me, especially after my own dad passed away. Read More...

  • summer job in the mountains
  • I decided I wanted to work over my summer break before my senior year in college. I needed to make some extra cash because I needed to buy a computer before school started back. I wanted to go to North Carolina to work because the summer heat of Florida was getting old. Read More...

  • bear in the woods
  • My name is Kaamal, I am six foot two inch and two hundred and ten pound muscular hunk of a man if I do say so myself and so do all of my male and female friends. Not bragging just stating the facts. I am a very handsome and muscular man with smooth milk chocolate skin where I don't have hair, which is jet black and lightly cover my legs and nut sack and around my thick seven inch long and six inches around cock then it lighly spreads over my six pack abs. Read More...

  • a night with coach
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  • sharing stories
  • 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). Read More...

  • getting to know pete
  • When I was little my dad died in a car accident; I really don't even remember him. Mom always told me what a fine man he was and how she missed him. But now when I was in high school mom met a new guy. She dated him about 3 months before I even met him. The timing was never right or I was at practice or something. Just never worked out. Read More...

  • dad gets wired up
  • Peter was 40 years old, 6ft with short brown hair and an average build that maybe needed a little work around the mid drift. Women often referred to him as cute which he hated at his age. He would have preferred handsome or at least good looking.

    Peters dad had never been much for computers and technology. Peter remembered not that long ago his Dad still struggling to set the DVD to record. Imagine his surprise to his dads new found love of computers when Peter turned up at his house.

    Jack was 59 with a thick head of salt and pepper hair, 510" with a mostly smooth well defined body. He had been very athletic in his youth and still maintained a regular fitness routine. He wished his son had shared a bit more of his sport enthusiasm but he never shown any interest in any kind of sport activity. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)