My name is Tim. I am 35 years old. I am gay, and I live alone. That is until recently. My mother was killed in an automobile accident, and my dad, who had just retired from Civil Service, decided he didn't want to live alone. He asked if he could come live with me. At least for a time. Even though I was single and had been living my own life for quite a few years, I was excited about his coming to live with me. You see, my dad has always been a hot looking guy, and for years I dreamed about him. That's all it had been was dream.
I can still remember the first time I saw him completely naked. I must have been about thirteen. At the time, we lived in a house having just one bathroom. I needed to take a dump really bad, so I knocked on the door.
"Can I come in?" I called. "I need to take a dump really bad."
"Come on in," my dad's voice came from the other side of the closed door.
I hurried inside and quickly tended to my business. As I sat there I suddenly became aware of my dad as he stood under the spray of needles, the water running down his chest. God, he looked really good to me. I watched as he took a bar of soap and began washing his hairy chest. The soap made the thick black hair on his chest shine under the steamy spray. Then as I continued watching, he slowly took the bar of soap and went on down, soaping the thick black forest that surrounded his cock. A very nice sized cock, I thought. I watched as he continued soaping the area between his legs, washing his balls, and finally, as he reached between his legs, I saw him scrub his ass really hard. As he worked on his ass, I was suddenly surprised to discover that his cock was no longer soft, but was mostly hard as it protruded out of the thick black wet curls.
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Story Added: 2015-11-25
I had been Christmas shopping at a local Mall. I was ready to go home before the first predicted burst of winter weather hit the Smokey Mountains. Heavy snow flakes and blistering winds were in the air as I headed toward my Caddy in the Mall parking lot. The temperature was dropping very fast that evening & I needed to stop by the Liquor & Grocery Stores before the roads became solid ice! The Interstate route would be a faster route toward home and save me some time. I had to get home soon!
Before turning onto the ramp to the Interstate, I noticed a handsome looking "Daddy-Type" man hitching a ride. He was covered with snow and I felt guilty after being in such Christmas spirit while at the Mall. Therefore, I did what I never do! I ask him if he needed a ride. He was very accepting and we chatted on the way down the Interstate. He told me that his name was Khristoff and also told me a little bit about his life. He said that he was very glad that I stopped and was glad to meet an Angel who would be so kind to give him give him a ride!
When I ask Khristoff what exit he wanted off, he replied, "I don't know, I just want to get warm for the night because I live under the bridge near the Mall." I replied, "Would you like to spend the evening at my house?" His reply was, "Yes, If you don't mind!" I said, "what the hell, it's Christmas time, Khristoff, however, you'll have to spend the night. I'm not going to go back out in this storm once I get home!" He looked at me with a beautiful smile and a sparkle in his eyes while tears rolled down his rosy wind burned cheeks. I was trying to figure out if he was gay or straight after the looks he gave me. His long un-trimmed beard reminded me of Santa. All I wanted to do for this poor soul was to offer him a hot bath or shower, a shave, and a warm bed for the night.
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Story Added: 2015-11-23
Tyler stared out of the window of the plane as it started rolling away from the gate. He could see his aunt from the window wiping tears away from her eyes as she waved to him. It was only a month ago that his mother was coming back from this very same airport and was killed by a drunk driver. Her funeral was three days later. Tyler's whole class came with their parents to be there for him but no one could comfort him. The only parent he had ever known was gone.
He grew up quickly being the only child of a single parent family. His mother had moved him to Northern Minnesota when he was just a baby, and while many of his friends spent hours in front of video games, he had work to do. He never thought of it as a burden that was placed on him, he was simply used to hard work. Afternoons were spent splitting and stacking wood, laundry and homework. Tyler liked to stay active even though he was never good at sports; he had other things to do than chase balls around a field. All of his hard work turned him into a very mature 13 year old. His body had just come into puberty the year before; muscles growing and a deepening voice. He didn't have to shave yet but he wasn't in a hurry to start that, and at 5'2" he was still waiting for his growth spurt to kick in.
He leaned back his seat as soon as the flight attendant said it was okay and poked around the little blue bag the airline gave him for his meal. His stomach was full of butterflies as he contemplated what was going to happen that day; flying to San Diego to meet his father. He had never met his father before and really didn't understand why he couldn't just stay with his aunt and uncle. His parents had dated a bit in high school but lost touch when they went to college. His mom never told him about Tyler until he was 2 years old. She never told Tyler much about his father except when a new pair of shoes or a new jacket would elicit "This is from your father" referring to child support.
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Story Added: 2015-11-21
I was 19, recently out of High School. I always knew I was attracted to mature men, though I had never acted on it. There was just something very attractive about clean shaven, gray haired masculine men.
Once in a while, on weekends, Frank, a friend of my dad, who operated his own limousine service, would hook me up with jobs for the day. I had gotten my driver's license a few months before, so I was able to drive his limos, and get a nice piece of change for my efforts.
One Thursday, he called me, saying that one of his drivers would not be able to work the weekend. He had a contract on Long Island for the Bachelor's Party on Friday night, and the wedding at noon on Saturday. Since it was more than 70 miles from the city, it didn't make sense to drive all the way back at 3 or 4 am, so him, the other driver and myself would be staying in a motel and I would be paid for 2 days worth of work.
Well, not only was the money great, but I had always been attracted to Frank. He was 54, short gray hair, and gold framed glasses. He was about 5'10", maybe 180 lbs, and hairy. Many times, I had fantasized about him, so the idea of maybe seeing him in his underwear while we were going to bed seemed to be the most exciting thing. We got to the motel about 3 am on Saturday morning. Jim, the third driver, who also held a regular day job, said he was going to sleep, so he took the room on the right. The door between the two rooms was open, so he went through it and said he would see us in the morning.
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Story Added: 2015-11-19
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.
My dad got me a job at a river rafting company in a small tourist town in the mountains of North Carolina. The guy that owned the small business was an old friend of my dad's.
My job was easy. I drove people up the road about two miles and they rafted back down the river to the small cabin we worked out of. I worked for a very nice guy named Mark, my dad's old friend from college. Mark was about 42, dark brown hair, green eyes, 180 pounds, 6'1" and a very nice muscular, toned frame. Another guy worked there named Paul. Paul was in his late 40s, blonde hair, blue eyes, about 170 pounds, 6' tall, and nicely toned also. Mark and Paul both called me "Kid." I got that name because I have a boyish look. I am 5'11," 160 pounds, blonde, green eyes with a nice swimmer's build. Plus, I was only 22 years old.
Paul and Mark were cool. They lived together in the upstairs of the cabin. We always talked about working out, rafting and sports. The subject of sex or girls never came up. I was glad because I didn't want them to find out I was gay.
One late afternoon, after we had closed, Paul and Mark invited me to stay for dinner. We sat on the back porch of the cabin and grilled. It was hot, so I took off my shirt and relaxed in one of the rocking chairs.
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Story Added: 2015-11-17
Tony was 19 when he dropped out of college. He had been offered a job in modeling, and knew he wouldnt have time for school. So he moved into a small studio apartment in Chicago, and walked to his modeling agency every day for photo shoots etc.
Tony's parents had just gotten divorced over "irreconcilable differences"... at least thats what the judge called it. But ever since he had come out to his parents, they hadn't been around as much.
But one day when he got home from doing a photo shoot, there was a box in the middle of the floor. He looked around all over, but he couldnt figure out whose it was. So he opened the box and saw some pictures of his family, all with the pictures of his mom torn out. He figured they were his father's, that he had just dropped some old stuff by the house, and he slumped down on the sofa, and flipped on the TV. A few seconds later, "Hey Son! I'm sorry to have to barge in on you like this..." cheered his father from behind him.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" asked Tony.
"Well, your mother left me, and I had no where else to go! I knew you would let me stay here with you," his dad confessed.
"Sure, I mean, you can stay here as long as you'd like... You can stay on the couch if you want..." Tony replied, still shocked at the sight of his dad in his house.
"Gee thanks son, this really means a lot to me. We can spend some manly bonding time together. You know, get to know each other a little better. I feel really bad about how we sort of abandoned you after you came out two years ago."
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Story Added: 2015-11-15
I grew up in a very small town, my best friend and I had messed around many times. I knew I was gay but I think Chris was still trying to get past being gay. You see Chris's dad was the chief of police.
Chris and I had just turned 16 and that summer we had gotten our driver licenses. My dad had given me his old work car and we decided to go to a barn party. Nothing much got past the chief, he gave us the lecture about drinking and driving and doing drugs everytime he saw us. The party was great, we drank a couple of beers but Chris got sick and went home with a friend who didn't like the party.
Around 11:00 I decided I should be heading home to. To get anywhere in our town you have to go down main street, that was when the chief saw my car go by. I had not seen him sitting off the side street.
About a mile from my house I see his flashing light coming up behind me. My heart is racing and I knew that it was the chief, I pulled over in the parking lot of a closed up gas station and he pulled up beside me and told me to drive around back. "You don't want your dad to know I pulled you over do you?" I drove around back and stop, turned off my lights and saw the chef right behind me. He killed the lights and started to get out of his car. As he walked up to me I could see him in the drivers side mirror. Chief, as we always called him was a very handsome man. He stood 6'1" and had the same build he had when he was in the army, just a little more of him, but rock solid. He had dark brown hair and a very thick mustache which dovered the softest lips I had ever seen. His eyes were dark green and he always looked like he was ready to kick ass. His chest was covered in thick brown/black hair and he always wore his uniform shirt opened at the top to show it off. I jumped out of the car and said, "Hey chief what's up?" He looked really pissed and I guessed he knew that Chris and I had been drinking. Chris tells his Mom everything. I looked down at my feet and hoped he would be cool about this. We had only had two beers and that was like two hours before I left the party.
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Story Added: 2015-11-13
I met him at Home Depot. I needed some home repair items, plus it's a great place to cruise for guys. I stopped in my tracks when I first saw him. So big -- 6'4", 230 pounds -- in what I would soon come to know as his trademark outfit of jeans and t-shirt and work boots; tan, brown hair starting to gray, in his mid-to-late 40s. So big, so handsome.
I started following him along from aisle to aisle pretending to look for things. He seemed so masculine and rugged I figured he must be straight and I thought I'd just get an eyeful of him and then go home and add him to my catalog of masturbatory fantasies.
Imagine my shock and surprise when he took a couple of steps toward me and said, "If a hot guy like you keeps following me around like this, I'll have to ask you to come home with me for some really great sex."
That was six months ago. He has many men in his life, some casual encounters in the park, some lovers, and many in between. I am definitely in between those extremes, with fuck buddy status, coming over to see him at his place once a week.
He takes his t-shirt off and I am always amazed by the contrast between his tan arms and neck, and pale torso. He's hairy, but not excessively so. A nice crop on his chest and belly, the hair in the middle of his chest turning silvery-gray like so many guys his age. Sometimes he'll smack his belly full-handed with a resounding THWACK and a reddish print of his hand will clearly show through the fur on his pale skin.
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Story Added: 2015-11-11
I had a huge argument with my parents. It was a friday night and I had been working for my older brother as a construction helper. The pay was awful,the hours were long and to top it off, my brother was a jerk. I had asked my dad to borrow the car so I could go to a party with my friends and not only did he not let me take it, he wouldn't even take me where I wanted to go.
I was so angry I stormed out of the house. Taking a long walk was the only way I knew of to vent my frustrations, so I ended up walking until 11:00 or so. I figure I had walked 6 or 7 miles when I realized I was near one of the local swimming holes. I walked over the highway and down into the creek following the trails in the woods by moonlight. As I walked through the dark woods I decided to strip off my cut-offs and t-shirt. Finally,I reached one of the deeer pools and went swimming. I can remember vividly how free and happy I felt and how great it was to be naked in nature. Of course, I was playing with my cock in the water , but just as I was making it feel really good, a couple invaded my private swimming party. Quickly, I slipped on my shorts and made my way back to the main road. I was very disappointed and still quite horny. As I reached the main highway I realized I was still a good 6 or 7 miles from home and I really didn't want to walk the whole way. So I started hitching for a ride
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Story Added: 2015-11-09
Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the city so he had a taxi due to arrive at their house at 7:00 and of course he was running late. He knew it would cost him a few dollars to take a taxi in, but after all he could afford it considering he had just been made partner at his law firm.
Jeff rushed in and headed for the bathroom to shower, passing his son, Kyle's room, which at this very moment was getting ready for this evening. Kyle had just gotten out of the shower himself and was standing in front of his closet trying to decide what to wear. He had never met Greg but his Father insisted that he wear a suit tonight. Kyle figured his Dad wanted to impress his friend so he complied. He pulled his grey suit from the closet along with a maroon shirt and matching tie. He then let the towel drop from his waist and headed to the dresser for a pair of underwear. As he passed the mirror he got a glimpse of himself. He hated to sound conceded but he was happy with what he saw. A lean swimmer's build from his days on his high school swim team. A perfect round ass and a huge dick that hung 9" and thick as a beer can. Not to mention his wavy brown hair and classic good looks. He was quite the catch and he knew it.
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Story Added: 2015-11-07