After having to take an early retirement from my job, and enjoying a little time off, it was time to get out and find another job. Although I needed the income, I was not happy about having to go through the whole process, after so many years. Being over 50, I knew it wouldn't be an easy task. I did have the advantage of still being in pretty good shape. I am 6'1", 185lbs, salt and pepper hair, and blue eyes. My first interview was to be at 11:00 with a warehousing and distribution co. After checking in, I was told that Mr. Reed was running a bit late, but would be with me shortly. In about 10 minutes, I was told I could now go in.
Mr. Reed was a striking young man, about 30 years old, about my height, with blond streaked hair, deep blue eyes, and a dark bronzed tan. We shook hands and started the interview. I just couldn't help starring. He was so good looking, and there was something very familiar about him also. I couldn't help fantasizing about what he looked like naked. I suppose I was a little too deep in my fantasy, because he grabbed my hand, and asked me again. You don't remember me, do you? I'm David, and use to live on your street. I remember you now I told him. As it turned out, he grew up a few doors down from me, in the neighborhood where my ex-wife lived. My wife and I divorced about 12 years prior, as we were really not compatible, and were unable to have children. David and I started talking about old times, but time got away from us, and he had another meeting. He still had some interviewing to do, but quietly informed me that the job was mine if I wanted it. As I was leaving, he invited me over to his house for supper, so we could catch up some more on old times. He said we would grill some steaks.
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Story Added: 2014-09-19
It was June 1976; I , Sean Brickman just finished my Senior year in high school in New York City, and now I was on my way to San Diego.
I spent the past year on the varsity wrestling team and dating all the cheerleaders...and I mean all of them. I never really dated one girl for more than a couple weeks. The reason, of course, was that I got bored with girls easily. I was much happier hanging with my friends, especially my practice partner Rob. We were best friends and probably had more sex together than we both did with girls combined. It was mostly jacking each other off with the occasional blow job but for some reason it was more exciting than being with a girl. Girls smell pretty but after practice Rob smelled hot. We both couldn't wait to get to my apartment on Fifth Avenue and shed our cloths for a major jack off session. But now I was leaving for the summer and Rob was going to Long Island with his parents.
Anyway, I'm on my way to San Diego for the summer and my Uncle Carl, my mothers 31 year old brother, was going to pick me up at the airport. He was going to be stuck with me for the summer even though we hadn't seen each other in about 12 or 13 years.
My mother, Helen Shaw Brickman Thomas Hunt, was on her way to Europe for a three month honeymoon with her new, and third, husband, Theodore Hunt, a wealthy business man. So I would be spending my summer off at the beach at Uncle Carl's house while my mother figures out how to kill off number three. Well, number one, my father, Steve Brickman, is still alive, some place, but we haven't seen nor heard from him since I was a baby. Husband number two, Richard Thomas, was a New York real estate tycoon (or slum lord) and had left my mother quite a bit of money after he met his early departure from this earth by way of lung cancer.
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Story Added: 2014-09-17
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion naturally dissipated from that point. But, again, perhaps it was the radical change in my lifestyle. I'd loved teaching at the American University of Beirut, but I'd been warned it was time to leave Lebanon that it was just too dangerous there for Americans at that time and I knew in my heart that this was a reasonable assessment that placing myself in danger placed others around me in danger as well, people I cared deeply for. I'd loved in every sense of the word my young protg, Riyad Munif, now a celebrated novelist throughout the Arab world in his own right.
Three long years later now, and I hadn't had anyone since that last, memorable evening in Riyad's arms before I boarded my last flight out of Lebanon. The glorious memory of possessing him, my cock churning around inside him, and him moaning and sighing for me in that beautiful melodic voice of his just a slowly receding memory. Now all I had was dry dust: mornings as an occasional guest lecturer at a creative writing class over at the university and afternoons and evenings sitting in front the blank, blinking window of my computer, spent of both words and passion.
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Story Added: 2014-09-15
Working as an account executive for a Wall St. investment banking company was a very lucrative but draining way to make a living, so as Gary walkied to his car after a long day at the office, he needed something to relax his tense muscles. Driving away from the parking lot a familiar need was also spreading across his groin that needed relief and in a hurry, so he headed for his favorite bath house in a unobtrusive brownstone in the east fifties. When he entered the front door he was greeted by the Tom, the day shift host. After telling Tom he wanted the "works" he was ushered to the changing room where he stripped off all of his clothes and headed to the private sauna so he could quietly work the tenseness out of his neck and shoulders. After about a half hour Gary headed for the shower and a quick rinse off, but as he was toweling off, Mike, a fellow banker came into the room. Gary by now had a huge erection and was slowly jerking his meat in front of his friend who quickly slipped out of his clothing and proudly displayed his nine inch organ for Gary's feasting eyes. Moving closer they kissed and began fisting each other's dick, but before they could cum, Mike suggested they go into the massage room where well hung eighteen year old boys gave rub downs of every conceivable kind!!! Lying down on padded tables the two men were quickly joined be two blond hunks asking what would their pleasure be? Gary needed a good sucking so he had his boy go down on his uncircumcised manhood, and in seconds he was hard as a rock as the young cocksucker went to work sucking and licking his joint. Gary sighed with contentment as he felt the start of a huge cum build in his nuts while looking over to see Mike with seven inches of hard dick moving in and out of his asshole. Just the sight of seeing that big cock in Mike's butt made him shoot a tremendous load into his boy's mouth!!! Mike also erupted when his boy shot his load deep into his bowels, and just to finish off the session, Gary and Mike played with each other as the two blondes 69'd each other to orgasm. As they were dressing, Gary leaned down and gave Mike one more good by suckoff. God he loved dick!!! Feeling fully refreshed, Gary drove home in total fulfillment, but when he got home, he discovered his roommate Frank was just getting out of the shower while sporting a raging hardon!
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Story Added: 2014-09-13
Little did I know what lay in store when I phoned and made an appointment for an eye test and new glasses.
Arriving at the optometrist's I sat in the waiting room and was surprised when I was called in only to see that optometrist was a young Asian guy who introduced himself as Lee - now I am very partial to Asian guys having never met one yet who does not have a nice body etc not to mention a nice cut cock and bubble butt arse and Lee was no exception.
I sat in the chair and he took my details and I could not help nut notice the nice bulge in his tight black trousers - he noticed I was looking at his crotch and he smiled slightly and looked down at mine then he got straight into the examination - he was so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body and I was getting thicker in the stick by the second and he seemed to be pressing his crotch into my side more and more and when he turned the lights off for further examination of my eyes I couldn't help but push my elbow slightly into his crotch and yes he was getting as hard as I was so I thought to myself 'what the fuck - go for broke' and I sat back and cupped his basket in my right hand and squeezed and he moaned and I said, "You like eh?" and he said "Yeah" and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his gorgeous cut cock and being the cock craving old bastard I am I went for it and greedily swallowed his six inches and began greedily sucking him off.
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Story Added: 2014-09-11
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.
One weekend my parents and sister went away and Darren and I were left with the house to ourselves. He was at work and I lay around all day waiting for him to come home. He came home after his 12hr shift and was dirty and sweaty. We sat on the sofa watching TV together when he asked if I had, had sex yet. I replied that I hadn't and he asked if I wanted to ask him any questions. I asked him what it was like to get a blow job and what it involved.
He laughed and without saying a word he was in front of me sliding my pants down. He slid my pants right down and took them completely off. Then he started to kiss my already hard cock and he licked along the shaft. I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good. He started to suck me into his mouth and just as my cock head passed his lips, I exploded in a built up lust, spraying his mouth with my cum. He swallowed it all and smiled.
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Story Added: 2014-09-09
When I was 17, some new neighbors moved in down the street. They were a young couple, probably in their mid-20s, and both quite attractive. I got along very well with them. I mowed their lawn a lot because David was an airline pilot and Teri was a former stewardess now substitute teacher in my grade.
The summer I turned 18 was great! I hung around David and we would sit late at night in their den, watch TV and drink beer. Once, he showed me a porno tape as he sat next to me on the couch. It had to do with incest, including a scene were a son and his father have sex and still horny they go after the wife-mother.
Being just 18, I couldn't stop the hard-on from tenting my shorts like a sledgehammer. The movie showed the son fucking his mother doggie-style and the dad coming up behind and butt-fucking the boy.
"That looks so hot!" David whispered to me, his lips so close I could feel his breath on my ear.
The next afternoon David left for a flight to the West Coast. I went over to mow the lawn and found Teri outraged over something.
"I found this tape in the machine this morning! No wonder he was too tired to have sex with me!"
She held the porn tape in her hand and I couldn't help but stare as she was dressed in a tight and very small white bikini.
"He probably was jerking off to it!" she said.
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Story Added: 2014-09-07
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.
So you can understand how glad I was when I got my own place. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I want and didn't have to answer to anyone. Don't misunderstand I love my Father. He did a fine job raising me on his own after Mom died. But it was time to be on my own. Now maybe he'd treat me like an adult.
Well, I couldn't have been out of Dad's house more than six months when I got the call. Dad was having the house painted and would need a place to stay for the week. I was a little annoyed. I mean I was finally getting to live my own life and now Dad was gonna come and cramp my style. But he had given up so much for me when I was growing up what could I do. I had no choice so I said, "Yes" . The first day Dad was there he told me to just live my life as normal and pretend he wasn't there. He said he didn't want to be in the way. That's when I made some off handed joke about him being under my roof and having to follow my rules. You can imagine my surprise when he stopped, thought about it for a second, then nodded his head and said, "Yes, Son I guess your right. Now it's my turn to toe the line."
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Story Added: 2014-09-05
The young teacher stood before the two boys, his face severe.
"Michael, Tim. You two know why you were told to come here today. You're both good kids, but you disrupted my class on Friday, and I can't have that. I'm afraid to let you off too easily, even though you've been good all year so far. If I don't make you remember this, you might be tempted to misbehave again. So, I want you to step into my private office. Now."
Michael and Tim shot scared looks at each other but walked to the back of the room, following their handsome young teacher. Both were 18, good students, but they'd gotten caught being silly while Mr. Newman was out of the room, and he'd told them to come back to his classroom at the middle school on Saturday afternoon at 2:00.
They knew they were in for it when they walked into the room and found the shades drawn; they'd both heard that Mr. Newman was a firm believer in corporal punishment. And even though they'd talked about it together in anxious tones as they rode their bikes to the school, neither knew that the other was looking forward to this punishment with an powerful mix of fear...and desire . Once they were in the small office, Mr. Newman closed the door. He stood glaring at them for a moment, then spoke softly. "Michael, stand in front of my desk."
Michael walked forward and stood with his back to the teacher and to his best friend.
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Story Added: 2014-09-03
I was outside the rooming house I had been living in for several months when I saw him.
I'd been out riding and trying to remember why it was I'd come out West to begin with. The gold. Oh, yes. Like everyone else, I had hitched my wagon to that foolish star. Made a stake, found my claim, and a year later armed only with a piece of exceptional good fortune panned just enough to buy a couple of acres of land in California's Pacific Northwest.
Why then was I still rooming at Mrs. Anderson's hotel? Because, you idiot, I screamed at myself, you won't budge into the yonder until you've found the one you expect to share it all with. And in six months' lodgings, I hadn't even come close. Oh, a stray heartthrob here and there, content enough to join me for one night on their initial foray into town after months of washing river-bed muck in beat-up pans up in the hills. I hadn't exactly been monkish, had I? But none of them not one was him. He with whom I'd saddle up and settle down. Since I couldn't think of a good enough reason to prolong the search, I'd made up my mind to move on the next day. Make a clean break. Begin again, elsewhere. I'd been in town too long, and my feet longed to tread green earth again. I had resolved to pack up my few belongings in preparation for the next morning's ride out.
But seeing the kid changed all that.
Back at the hotel, I was hitching up my horse with the firm resolve that tonight would mark my last full day in town when I first laid eyes on him. Even now I'm unsure of the reasons he fascinated me so. When he pulled up in front of the rooming house and leapt from the mount of his saddle, I had looked up out of curiosity and given him a cursory once-over. His face, tanned and pretty, had a boyish quality, and I suspected he was still in his teens, although his movements contained the exaggerated toughness of one who likes to give the impression of easy masculine authority. And like so many who parade their toughness like a badge, he merely succeeded in calling attention to his own youthfulness.
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Story Added: 2014-09-01
I knew it was cock, not pussy, that interested me from the time I was 10 years old. In particular, my Dads cock. Actually, I wanted everything about my Dad. He was, and still is, a beautiful man. Just over 6 feet and 190 pounds, dark hair and eyes and a wonderful smile. What I loved most was his thick body hair. It started just below his collarbone and fanned out over his well-toned chest, practically obscuring his large dark pink nipples. It narrowed down over his abs and swirled around his navel before disappearing beneath his waistband. It reappeared below the hem of whatever he was wearing and continued down his legs to his ankles, showing up again on the tops of his feet and toes.
Dad wasnt an overly modest man, but since I had a little sister, I never saw him completely naked. Around the house he usually wore his jockeys, nice tight jockeys that left little to the imagination, or baggy shorts with wide legs. At night he would sometimes wear just a robe--a very short robe.
The first time I saw his cock and balls, was a Sunday morning. Mom had taken my sister to church. I had been sick the night before and Dad had stayed home to look after me. I had slept in that morning and when I woke up I headed straight to the bathroom with my piss hardon tenting my jockeys. I emptied my bladder, flushed and headed back up the hall to my room. Just before I turned into my room, I noticed that Dad was laying on the couch. All I could see were his bare feet. The rest of his body was hidden around the corner. I peeked around the corner and there he was, lying on his back in his robe. It was only closed at the waist. His very hairy chest and belly were exposed and so were his thighs. He had a book in one hand and was scratching his cock and balls with the other.
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Story Added: 2014-08-31