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).
My mother died when I was 2 so I never got to know her and grew up alone with my Dad. I was born here in Australia but my Mum and Dad came from Greece way back in the 1940's. Both worked and lived at the diner when I was born - but from the age of 2 it was just me and my Dad.
When I was around 14, my Dad got me to help out during the summer holidays over the Christmas period. I remember I was given general duties (most of the cleaning and running errands for him and some of the local Truckers).
At that stage my Dad was a very quiet man. He was firm and quite strict but he was also very quiet. Some of the guys that would come into the diner were always mouthing off, loud, crass and general really loud. Not my Dad - he was very quiet and spoke very few words.
Even though he was a man of few words - he wasn't the type of man that you would consider shy or someone that lacked confidence. As I was growing up I remember thinking he was a giant - 6'3, black hair, thick arms and legs covered with dark hair and a strong chest (also covered in hair). I wouldn't say he was fat but quite solid. Now that I'm 31 I can see where I get my features from but when I was 14 I still had some way to go (although I was quite well developed for my age).
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Story Added: 2013-12-11
This year I, Paul Dehner, will graduate from Bruder Marine Academy, the toughest muthafuckin kick ass mens' Academy in the South. Back in H. S. us jocks ruled. Even the teachers were scared shitless of us. My Pa, Jack Dehner, is a biker cop, n' since I was old enuff to wipe me own butthole, me n' him been's workin' out together. I've got a big burly bod, hairy chest, belly & butt. Pa says he's waitin' fer my boy brain to catch up to my man nuts. That's why he chose Bruder. They know how to make the rowdiest fucka's shape up.
I was all set to bunk in the open barracks, till Pa's best bud Tom Casey, my best bud's Pa, called on me n' Pa one nite. "The fuckin' barracks man, ain't yer boy done enuff cock fistin', n' face fuckin' in H. S.?" Tom yelled to Pa, "So much man juice squirts outta those lads every day, the cocksuckin' dorm smells like a used scumbag."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ Tom me pal, Paul ain't gonna learn self discipline if'n he gets his'n nuts drained any time he needs it." Pa winked at Tom, n' chuckled, "That's fer full grown men like us to do." Both Pa n' Tom hauled their throbbin' dicks outta their jockstraps n' started strokin'. "Where's yer boy Jim kippin'?"
"An ex-drill master pal o' mine, Joe Schmitt, runs a trainin' hostel, only 5 cadets, n' he gives each the strict attention needed to make 'em into men. He has a spot fer jes one more. If'n ya need proof of the man trainin me bud Joe deals out, how bout you, me n Paul lad pay Joe a weekend visit. The boys are off fer the weekend, so's ya can see Joe in full 24 hour action. Ya know how fuckin cocky my Jimmy boy was, well ya'll fuckin shit when ya see what Joe has achieved in 1 year of hands on discipline. Why don't I give the ole muthafucka a call?"
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Story Added: 2013-12-09
Eighteen year old Adam Higgins had never expressed much interest in gymnastic. True it was his favorite thing to do in his high school gym class. But, that was simply because it came easy to him. With his lean wiry build and unusually flexible body he was a natural. Still he had never expressed much interest in the sport outside of it getting him an easy A in gym. That is to say he never expressed much interest until he met his father's friend Ricardo.
Ricardo had been boyhood friends with Adam's father, Eric, since childhood. Shortly after graduating high school Ricardo married and moved away. Now at fifty years of age Ricardo had just gone through a messy divorce and was moving back to town to start over, so to speak. He had been teaching gymnastics most of his adult life and when an opening came up at the local university he grabbed the chance to come back home.
The minute Adam got one look at Ricardo he knew he had to have him. He was just the type of man Adam loved. Adam had a thing for older men there was no doubt about that. And Ricardo's dark Latin looks were almost too much for the teen to bear. Ricardo wore his hair very short. It was black but sprinkled with grey. A look Adam found very sexy. He also wore a small mustache which Adam also found very sexy. And at fifty the man was built better than most twenty-five-year olds. He had a lean muscular build from all his years of both doing and teaching gymnastics.
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Story Added: 2013-12-07
In this day of the Internet one can never be surprised when something comes your way. Chat rooms have been created for the sole purpose of meeting other people. Singles rooms and gay rooms seem to abound. Little did I know when this medium came about that my life would change.
One evening I received a blind instant message from a screen name that I saw in the M4M room that I was frequenting.
Sc484: hey there...chillin here....U?
Me4U: yea...nothing much happenin here......what's up
Sc484: seen ya in here before .... just wanted to say hi...ur profile says we are in the same area...I'm in smalltown.....u?
Me4U: me too.....let me check your profile...ok?
Sc484: cool....but I can tell you about me if that is ok....
Me4U: yea...just checked...ur still in HS, huh?
Sc484: yep...I am.....gay here...u?
Me4U: yes...for sure, but if youre in HS...may be a bit too old for you.... I have a kid in HS around here myself.....at ST high......do you go there?
Sc484: yes...I'm a sophmore....ur kid a boy or girl?
Me4U: My son is a soph too.....oh, boi..... I think we better stop talkin
Sc484: why...just cause I am in HS....we can talk on the net, can't we nothing illegal about that...and besides....I'm the age of consent here in our state...
Me4U: LOL... ok....we can talk...nothing wrong with that....where are you in town here...I'm over by Highland Ave...
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Story Added: 2013-12-05
Dan stared at the old Grumman truck in the drive way. The white painted sides were a bit dull, and he could see the patches where he had touched up the paint, that were now weathered and old, just as he was. Sipping his coffee he felt his age, or more aptly he felt like a hundred, not a mere sixty. His legs trembled a little, as he stood there staring at 40 years of his life.
At twenty he and his father had bought the old truck, fresh from the factory. It had taken his Dad nearly a lifetime to save up enough to buy the truck, to put his son firmly in the driver's seat of their shared enterprise. It had been his Father's father that had started the little business, passed it on, and at 20 years of age, his own father was readying to pass it on to him.
Looking out at the ancient truck, he still marvelled at how it had survived, and how it had done him and his father proud. They had spent an entire winter getting their brand new truck ready for the summer season, customizing the interior, working out the generators to keep the coolers at the right temperature.
It had been good times, and when they had rolled out the completed truck, that spring day, well you could see the pride in their eyes, the twinkle of success. His mother had stood at the side, her hands to her face, tears in her eyes as she watched her husband and son back the transformed truck into the drive.
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Story Added: 2013-12-03
So when did I first figure out that I had a reality warping, make come true type of "witchy" power? One day I was at the mall and I saw a beautiful, Tom Welling, look a like guy talking to another guy, older but nice looking. I could tell that the two would never get together and I was sitting there wishing something would happen that would allow a meeting when all of a sudden a wallet appeared on the mall food court table where I was sitting. The ID was of the hot, younger guy. Then I see them talking and one paid for the other and the rest I guess is history, when I see them later leaving the mall together. *Note* this story is continued in a story called, Redneck at the Mall Food Court; I mailed the guy his wallet back.
I went home trying to figure out what actually happened. Where did the wallet come from? About that time, my doorbell rings; I check out the window and there is a kid about 15 or so, hot, with a flyer of some sort, probably selling something. Here I'm thinking I wish he would go home. I open the door and he says smiling, "excuse me for bothering you, but I just realized that I need to go home."
Okay, now I know something is up.
The kid leaves and I shut the door. I go to the bathroom and while looking in the mirror, wetting my face, trying to calm down; think to myself; I wish I knew what was going on. All of a sudden in my head are these thoughts; you are a monitor, a watcher. Many like you are created to band-aid or fix problems if reality gets off track. Until you were ready, your abilities were dormant. Once ready you can adjust reality to put things on track. There is major prerogative decision making allowed and any changes you decide off the "track" have no impact on the rest of reality. Consider it a perk for working for the creators of reality.
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Story Added: 2013-12-01
The older guy watched closely as the younger man entered the train, moved along the carriage and sat down directly opposite him. The doors closed and they moved off along their journey towards the centre of the city. He was probably quite a bit younger, in his early perhaps mid twenties but he was the one. For sure he was the one.
David had been on the train since the start of the line and knew from experience it was a long, one hour journey to Euston. The young man had got on at Hounslow West and there was no telling how far down the line he was traveling. David studied him carefully. Yes, he was probably twenty-five; that put him nearly twenty years younger. His face was long and finely formed with tight cheekbones. Small silver glasses added to and enhanced his looks. He appeared not to need to shave every day and hadnt shaved that day. His hair, which was brown by nature, had been highlighted with a much lighter colour and moussed into subtle spikes about his head. He looked intelligent, well-educated and middle class.
The train pulled into Hounslow Central, it was unlikely the passenger would be traveling for just a single stop so far out of the city but David had no idea how long they would sit opposite each other and could not be tardy if this was indeed the right one.
The young man, David decided in his mind to call him Simon, was casually dressed and in clothes which while tidy hadnt seen the use of an iron. Perhaps he lived alone, too old to be under the wing of his mother yet still single and without a wife to ensure these things were attended to. His shirt was short-sleeved revealing a moderate covering of hair on his forearms. That shirt was charcoal grey and open at the neck. His trousers were fawn and made of a light cotton material.
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Story Added: 2013-11-29
Simon watched as the young man entered text into his Blackberry. It was a frequent occurrence, and curiosity had gotten the better of Simon. He wanted to know what was so important to Connor that he typed a few times a day. Simon knew it wasn't just text messaging. There were no stops and starts. Connor typed straight through until he finished.
It would only be a matter of time before the young man would leave his phone unattended. Connor was a bit forgetful and had left his phone on his desk numerous times before. Simon figured he was using the memo function of the phone as a persona diary and wondered what he would find once he finally got hold of it. He doubted it would be a detailed account of Connor's dalliances. The boy just wasn't the type.
Lean and effeminate, the young man kept to himself around the office. Simon hadn't ever seen him flirt with any of the beautiful and curvaceous ladies who worked with them. This, among other things, led Simon to suspicions about Connor's sexuality. A couple of times, he'd caught Simon's eyes lingering on a male co-worker. At first, he thought nothing of it, but after seeing it happen more than once, he started to wonder.
Oh, the fun he could have if the young man was really gay. Simon suspected if it was true, that he'd not had any actual experience. He could take care of that. He would love to. As far as Simon was aware, not one person in the office knew of his proclivities. He liked women just fine, and everyone knew it. What they didn't know was that he liked men just fine too.
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Story Added: 2013-11-27
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: 2013-11-25
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: 2013-11-23