Visiting my grandparents was always a treat when I was young. I observed how they slept in separate rooms, but it did not seem unusual to me. It seemed like that was just their way of living. As the only grandson they would spoil me rotten. I would watch the new, "HBO", and "MTV" until very late at night. I would sneak into bed with my grandfather, who slept nude, and feel his hairy, hard body against my young skin. It seemed like he always had a hard on. Again, I thought that was just the way of life. I would lie on my right side and he would comfort me, snuggle up and cover me with his left arm. I guess you could say my grandfather was into "spooning".

I would spend a weekend with them at least once a month, and grandfather never disappointed me. He would always kiss the back of my neck and whisper, "I love you", as he drew his body close to mine brushing his hairy chest against my back, and his hard cock between my legs.

My grandfather was in good shape. He worked out in the garage, lifting and running, push-ups, and sit-ups. He may have been a little grey, but he was a "hot" man. Hard, muscular legs, great chest, big arms, all covered with hair. He would teach me his workout routine once a month. He once mentioned how he liked watching my young "boy" body being sculpted into a man with his assistance.

At 16,17 & 18 I was dating girls, but nothing compared to visiting my grandparents once a month. Sleeping under my grandfather's arm was so comforting and soothing. The feel of his kiss on the back of my neck, and how he would whisper, "I love you". I felt like it was my bonding experience with him. As time went by, I would spend the weekend at their house and get in my grandfather's bed earlier and earlier. HBO and MTV was not as much fun. I would wake up with his hard cock between my legs, and his legs intertwined with mine.

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Story Added: 2009-01-07

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Coach York is 52, salt and pepper hair, big pecs, a little gut but still hard, nice guy, expects a lot, has a meaty hairy ass, hairy chest, and a very thick 9"uncut cock. He's got Jason, a guy on his baseball team, over for a one on one coaching session. Jase is 22, brown hair, smooth, intense eyes that are a little too close together, handsome face. Coach is wearing some gray sweats, muscle shirt, and a jockstrap. Jase is wearing long shorts, white t-shirt.

"Hey boy, you contracting those glutes as you lift?"

"Think so, Coach York."

"What do you fucking mean you think you gotta do that, boy, if you want to get bigger. go again, and this time I'm gonna see if you're contracting".

"Sure, coach...hey, what the fuck..."

"You just concentrate on lifting that weight, boy...that's it...fuck! You didn't fucking contract at all. You want glutes or what, boy?"

"Sorry, coach, I'm just..."

"Fuck that...here, I'm gonna show you. Here, put my shorts up on the bench...okay, boy, so look at these glutes. That's what you want, right?"

"Yeah, coach, fuck, you're one hardass."

"Sure am, boy, in more ways than one. Okay, this is the only way you're going to learn. put your hand on my ass. Don't fucking look at me like that, do it. Okay, now I'm going to do some squats the right fucking way. There, feel the contraction?"

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Story Added: 2009-01-05

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I had stopped at the quick stop to buy a pack of smokes and stretch my legs and buy a soda. The trip was nearly over and I was almost home to my mountain place. As I approached the ramp, I saw him standing there with his duffel bag and his thumb out. I pulled over and he flopped the bag in the back of my truck and crawled into the seat beside me in my little Ford Ranger truck. He was a friendly guy and the talk began immediately. He explained that he was from the West Coast and was stationed at the Marine base on the coast here in the mid-Atlantic and was trying to get to the mountains. We chatted on and I explained that I lived close by in the mountains and would be glad to give him a night's lodging in the mountains since it was nearing dark.

He appeared to be around 18 or 19 and since I am 55, I figured he had zero interest in me even if he was gay and that was not revealed in our chatting. As we drove along, I asked him what was the hardest part of basic training since he had just completed it and was on his first leave. I expected him to say, "The physical training", but instead he said, "going without sex for 13 weeks." My reply was, "you young guys can't go one day without at least jerking off." He laughed and said, "you are right about that, "I think after two weeks, I cummed in my boxers every night." I laughed and said, "well your body was going to explode if something didn't happen." Then he said, "with all those hot guys around, I was about to say to hell with the don't ask don't tell policy." I laughed again and said, " even a straight boy would go gay after 13 weeks". We had broken the ice on the sex topic so he rattled on about how he couldn't even find a place to jerk off...was afraid of getting caught. I got sorta bold and said....".well...pull it out and go for it...nobody's gonna bust ya here in my truck." He laughed and said, " I need a little inspiration...got any dirty magazines in your truck?" I said, "Nope, but got some porn films at my house" He said, 'I'll wait 'til we get there." I supposed that meant "yes' to my overnight invitation.

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Story Added: 2009-01-03

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I'm a single father with one son. During my son's teen years I discovered he was a major masturbator like myself. When I was his age, I was stroking my cock day and night. Sometimes, I would beat off alone and sometimes with the two brothers that lived across the street. My own dad caught me a number of time stroking my hard cock. Sometimes mid-session of self-pleasure and other times during the clean up. I even spy on dad a few times jacking his own hard cock. My son Mark started not to be too shy about jacking off around his 16th birthday.

One of the first time I "caught" him was a Sunday morning. I walked into my son's bedroom and found him naked. He was standing naked with his back to me. I asked Mark if he wanted to go to breakfast at the local diner. Mark then turned around facing me. Mark had a huge load of cum on his chest and pubic hairs. His cock was still half hard and greasy. Both of his hands were also greasy. Mark just smiled at me and said "yeah, I'm hungry. I'm going to jump in the shower first." I left his room and when into my bedroom and removed my robe, and when I heard the shower come on and then started stroking my dick. I stroked my hard cock fast and furious. Listening to the sound of the shower and in my mind the vision of my own son with his cum on his chest. Just as the shower shut off I blew my load. I then cleaned up my load and took my own shower.

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Story Added: 2009-01-01

I would like to take the time to tell you about an experience I had a few years back. I was 18 years old living at home still in school and quiet innocent, I had not so much as even kissed a girl.

Our house had two detached rumpus rooms, I lived in one and my parents had a lodger living in the other. The lodgers name was Darren; he was 28 years old, red hair, and had a large muscular build. Darren and I had become quiet close and it was like having an older brother. We used to do everything together and spent a lot of time together alone.

Darren would tell me all about girls and I was eager to learn more and always asked questions. I asked what it was like to French kiss. He tried to explain, but I just didnt understand what he meant. Thats when he walked over to me leant in and gave me the best longest French kiss I think I had ever had. Then he asked if I liked it and if it was what I expected. I told him I loved it, and he just smiled. It was getting late so I went to bed, I couldnt sleep all night I was so turned on by that kiss.

The next day when he arrived home from work I was already waiting in his room. He was shocked to see me there and asked if everything was okay. I told him how I tossed and turned all night and how turned on I was. He told me he got very horny too and had to wank off twice last night to relieve the pressure. He asked if I wanked my cock. I told him shyly that I did, and he suggested we wank off together.

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Story Added: 2008-12-31

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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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Story Added: 2008-12-29

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I was 21, closeted, extremely frustrated and horny; I was 5' 2", fairly toned and extremely young looking. The ironic thing about the whole situation was I lived in San Francisco area yet was too afraid the to explore the gay places I've heard of. Finally, after yet another night of hanging out with a straight hunky friend who I had the worst crush on, I decided enough was enough and I was going to the Castro and see what kind of men were around. Knowing nothing of the Castro, I headed to the one place I was familiar with--Tower Records. I was practically begging strangers to pick me up and as I passed them by with my wide-eyed interest and curiosity. The word "cruising" hadn't entered my vocabulary yet but I was trying to discretely check everyone out while casually perusing through the racks of CD's.

After 30 minutes into this, I decided it was more frustrating being surrounded by guys I wanted to sleep with than hanging out with my unrequited love. I paid for the CD I chose and walked out of the store upset at the whole thing.

While waiting at the crosswalk, I noticed an older guy (around 40, I guessed) standing near me looking at me, smiling. He was attractive, nicely built and had moustache. He had been at Tower, too, and he struck up a conversation about the CDs we just bought. We were still talking after having crossed the street and walked to my car. He asked me if I was interested in listening to some music; his apartment was just around the corner. I leaped at this chance!! His name was Travis and he was an architect. I was amazed at his abode; lithographs and statues of naked male bodies decorated his place. He put on some music and asked me if I wanted something to drink, which proved to be a glass of wine (which helped me calm down.)

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Story Added: 2008-12-27

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I am forty-two years old and very happily married and have a son and daughter. My life seems to be perfect. I love my wife and children and have a job that I enjoy. Sex between my wife and I is great and now I am having a bi-sexual relationship, I could not be happier.

For six years I have worked my way up through this rapidly growing company and am now supervising several different departments involving a large number of employees. My workload had increased to the point that I needed an assistant.

I hired a young man named Tony and he and his wife are twenty-seven years old. Tony is about five foot ten inches tall with an average build, black hair with beautiful bluish-green eyes that seemed to look through you. He has a mischievous captivating smile and the appearance that he is someone that you wanted to get to know and have as a friend.

From the very beginning, Tony and I worked well together and he is very efficient and is a great asset to me. He fit right into the company and everyone likes and respects him.

Tonys wife and my wife do a lot of things together and, as couples, we spend a lot of time enjoying each others company and have become very close friends. Tony and his wife adore our children and are looking forward to having a child of their own.

The company believes in physical fitness for their employees and have a gym and workout room available seven days a week. They encouraged everyone to use the facilities even during work hours. The facilities have men and womens locker rooms, showers, and provided towels for everyone. I got Tony involved in taking long lunch hours and playing volleyball with a bunch of employees every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Occasionally, we also used the workout room and lifted weights and used the other equipment available. As a result, we have seen each other many times naked while showering and getting dressed. I admired and thought Tonys body was more attractive than any other male that I have ever known but the idea of ever having sex with him had never occurred to me.

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Story Added: 2008-12-25

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I really dig older men, especially bear-types. Too bad it's beyond my control.

The truth is that for a long time now I've been hatching a scheme of how I will rape my uncle. His body is large and wide. His legs are full and beefy, mixed in with a little chub. He's really powerful! And add to that the fact all this is taboo, he is my uncle after all. He's a hot stud, and not a bisexual or an easy-to-get horny bastard.

To my surprise, one time I found him alone at his house. But you know us men. The easiest way is to get us drunk! So, that's how it went. I bought lots of booze and whatever else he wanted. When we were close to running out, I asked him if he could bring me home since it's way past my bedtime. Of course, he was concerned for his nephew. So, he agreed.

We stopped at a 7-Eleven. I got more booze. The boozing continued at my home. I was stoned shitless and we both fell asleep. But, at about three in the morning, I roused and found him still asleep. He was snoring.

I went to his side. He was wearing jeans. The fabric was thick. I felt around, trying to find where was my uncle's penis. There! Some have theirs tucked upwards inside their underwear. His was tucked downwards and flaccid.

While I was massaging it, he snapped out of his stupor and became semi-conscious. I was still slightly drunk, but so very horny. I felt around for his jeans buttons. It took a while, since I was an amateur. But when I unbuttoned him, there it was! I pulled down the zipper and groped his basket.

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Story Added: 2008-12-23

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His right hand grabbed my belt buckle, and pulled my body into his, as his left hand reached around and slid into the back denim pocket of my jeans. A palm cradled my butt cheek, and then he started to press the tips of his fingers against me, massaging my ass as the fingers on his other hand tugged at the waistline of my boxer shorts. His knuckles felt rough compared to my cotton underwear, but his fingers slowly slid down the front of my pants, running against my hot skin. Lips pouted over my collarbone, and his hard tongue trailed up my neck. I threw my head back, and although I knew there was loud music blasting across the floor, I can't remember hearing anything at all.

He nipped at the lobe of my ear, and dove his arm down the back of my boxers. Shallow breaths escaped my lips as he furtively tapped his middle finger against my puckered hole and plunged his strawberry tongue into my ear, twisted it, and then blew warm moist air all around as he withdrew. My knees felt weak, and with his arm cupping my behind, he held my weight. I reached down and felt the hard mound of flesh under his jeans. His dick was pointing down, and I could feel it trapped against his thigh. As I reached in to pull it upwards, I realized why he kept it pointing that way. It was hard and thick, and when I pulled it up, it pointed a good two inches above his belt buckle, jutting just past his belly button. I quickly pulled into him to cover him, not wanting to attract too much attention from the other men on the floor. My thumb pressed against his glans, slick with precum, and he brought my hand to my own mouth, tracing the cum coated thumb against the curve of my lower lip. The tangy bitter taste caused my asshole to clench, and sent a wave of pleasure along my perineum.

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Story Added: 2008-12-21

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Recently I was working as a supervisor on a make work project for local youths. We were on the last day of a trail building project. We had put in a new trail, which hooked up to another one that went up the mountain. It was Friday and I said that I was thinking of hiking to the top of the mountain over the weekend. A kid on the crew offered to go with me. Joel wasn't exactly a kid, he was 19 but being in my late 40's I refer to anyone that age as a 'kid'. He was a very feminine looking guy, which belied his age. He had been up the mountain before and I figured "what the hell" I could use the company.

We left early Saturday morning and about an hour and a half before dark we arrived at a small lake. Joel said it would be another 3 hours to the top and it was a steep, rough trail so it was common to stop at the lake for the night. It was hot so I decided to go for a dip. I stripped and dove in. The water was freezing but it was refreshing. I got out of the water and laid on the grass. I was in no hurry to get dressed in this heat. Joel stripped to go for a swim himself. As he walked toward the water I found myself unable to take my eyes off him. He was smooth and soft and had an ass that looked like it belonged on a woman.

I could feel myself getting aroused. It was a weird feeling for me because I had never been attracted to another male. My wife had died in an accident a few years earlier and I hadn't been laid since so I just figured it was because I was so horny.

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Story Added: 2008-12-19