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By the time I reach 19, I find out where our biological father is living (just 85 miles away) and my brother John is now in the service. I go down to visit my bio-dad for the first time and find out I have two half-brothers I never knew existed. I'm told I'm the best looking out of all the kids and everyone tells me that I take after my father (looks wise). The similarity between my father (Bob, real name) and me stops at looks. He's four inches taller (six feet) muscular, athletic build (from working in hard labor plumbing his entire life) and a cock that's 8.5 inches long and half as thick as coke can, however, he has a mushroom head like my brother John and I have so it's kind of cool to see that all of our cocks look the same with the exception of our father's cock being a longer. In the "balls" category, we ALL have large nuts and a big ball sac and, we ALL have blondish, light red) pubic hair. Our cocks (when erect) go rather straight and when soft, all hang down over our ball sacs. Where our assholes are concerned, we don't have hairy assholes but, we hair we do have is curly and guys like pushing their cocks through that hair on the way.

WARNING: Father/Son Incest Event Disclosed Below:

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Now, you may wonder how I know all this good stuff about our father and I'm going to share with you what TRULY (100%) happened to me at the age of 19. If you're a guy who ever wanted to have sex with your father (forget your uncles, cousins, brothers) then you have to be willing to do this on the off-chance that things will never be the same. Yes, you'll fulfill a life long fantasy (if it is) however, it comes with a downside (we'll discuss the downside at the end of this all-so-true event).

I start visiting my father on the weekends. He has two other boys but, they live with his third ex-wife (what a surprise there). He has a three bedroom house and he waits like a puppy dog (on Friday's) just waiting for me to arrive. This new found relationship is one that's kind of cool, as we did not grow up together and here he is discovering who I am as a adult. He has no clue I'm gay and he has absolutely no clue that I want t KNOW everything about him. I want to know about his failed marriages, his other boys, his likes, his dislikes and I have every intention of seeing his cock at some point and time. In fact, I want him to see my cock with and without a hard on just to see his expression. I want him to feel as though he not only had a good looking kid, but, he had one that has a decent body, broad shoulders, abs (because I was skinny and you could see them) and a nice pair of balls with a decent size cock. I have a bit of a bubble butt and I look pretty good in jeans and I want this guy to be proud of what he created.

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I have no inhibitions so, I spend my weekends (at his house) running to and from the bathroom with a towel around my waist or, no towel at all. One night, after we had more than a few beers (and a shot a piece) I excused myself from the living room, got into my designated bedroom and stripped down to nothing. I left the door open a foot and and started to jerk off. The light from the window was more than enough light for my father to walk by, duck in to say good-night and for him to see (and figure out) that I was masturbating. Sure enough, ten minutes later (don't know how I even held off cumming that long) I heard him lumbering up the stairs. My heart was beating so fast that I was starting to lose my hard on. I cupped the left hand around the base of my cock and balls in order to keep my erection. Just as I'm cupping my cock, my father ducks his head inside and says good-night but, he only gets out the word "good" and then says, "excuse me". I shout out, "oh" and he quietly closes the door until I hear it click. Now, I'm all worked up and almost explode with the excitement of him seeing my cock and nuts in their full glory.

While it's an achievement to get him to see my junk, I have other plans. My goal is

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simple. I want his cock inside me. I want his cock head getting swollen inside me and I want to feel his balls tighten up, as he shoots his seed (the seed he used to create me) inside me. I want to lick his seed off his cock after he exits me and then i want to do it again and again and again. The next day I begin setting up the scenario that may just get me what I want. Now, he has no clue I'm gay, has no clue I want to have sex with him and thinks that all my running around giving him a cock shot, here and there, is just a young guy being a young guy, hanging out with his dad.
The following morning, we go fishing. I like to fish and that's a trait that all in the family seems to share. One good thing about fishing from a boat is that when you have to take a piss, there's no where to go but in the lake. So, we're out for a few hours and we're in this little cove and I stand up, undo my button and pull out my dick out to take a piss. My father takes a few glances and keeps on fishing. Now, I had a pee-chubby to begin with so I was looking pretty good in size and my dad says "so the apple don't fall far from the tree does it?" I smiled, laughed and sat back down and grabbed my pole (not the pole I wanted to grab but, a pole nonetheless).

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We caught a few decent sized trout and that's what we had for dinner. I'm sitting at dinner in a t-shirt and boxers as I had to take a shower when we got home and he did the same. While I used the guest bathroom, he used his bathroom in his master bedroom. It was during this time I got to take a decent look at his cock. I needed some boxers (as I don't own any) and waited for him to start the shower, heard him close the shower door and then I went in to ask if I could borrow a pair of his shorts. My father's bathroom was state of the art, as he's a plumber so, he's got all the goodies - including a glass door on the shower. I first saw him in profile and could see his cock hanging over his balls and I swear I was seeing John's cock. As I entered the bathroom he turned to me and there it was in all its glory. As he was washing his junk, he pulled on it (in front me) a few times and I could see a bit of growth. He turned his back to me as he told me to grab a pair of shorts and it was kind of funny as I spent time in his shorts drawer smelling his crotch smell while trying to find a pair of shorts to wear. As he turned the shower off, I grabbed a pair of shorts that had little flecks blue color that had no design. They were blue.

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So, here we are eating fish in the kitchen and my dick and balls are sitting there for him to look at (if he wishes) as his shorts are big on me and I could have being wearing tent. I'm skinny and he's tall and wider then me so, do the math. I see him take a few cursory looks every now and again but nothing to telling. I'm beginning to think that my fantasy may just stay a fantasy after all. I decide its time to turn up the heat a bit so I suggest we go out and have a few beers. He lives in a town called Manville, NJ, which is not a great place to go out and find a place where one can drink and talk quietly. The hick bars can be a bit rowdy so, I suggest we go one town over (which we do) and we stop at a Tavern. We down a few beers and I start buying him shots. One of us has to drive and I volunteer, as he's already had a few shots and I'm sipping short beers. It's 12:30 AM and time to go. He's had four shots and three and a half beers and he's not much of a drinker.
 





By Jack1972 submitted October 21, 2012

Categories: Caught In the Act, Coming Out, Family Fun, First Time, Older/younger, Straight Men, Gay Sex, True Stories

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Besides having our last name in common, we all have a cock looks the same and shoots same. Growing up I did not know my biological father. My mother had gotten divorced while I was still in the womb. My mother left my father while he was in Marines and she figured she could get ahead in life by leaving my Bio father and marrying a man of substance who had a college education. While this may have worked for her, it was hell for my older brother (and I) growing up in a home, where the step- father was abusive and used our mother as his vessel to carry the only child he would ever have into the world. He eventually has a child named Mike. Mike gets it all growing up.
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schools and colleges) . John (my natural brother, who is two years older than I) grew up being tortured (mentally, verbally and physically) by our step-father. My brother was so abused that he ended up trying to commit suicide twice as a teenager and the only solace he found was that in the arms (and bed) of his best friend in high school.
Physically, John is striking in high school. He's a football player and wrestler. He wins at every game he plays due his anger toward the abuse he received growing up. I would come home from school and find him whacking off in our shared bedroom, the bathroom or in the pool room. While I was never attracted to John, he was my brother and we would sometimes find ourselves doing things to each other if our parents were not home or, if it was late at night and one of us wanted to jerk off, the other would join in and we'd do things to each other just to make ourselves feel better about our looks and our bodies. In other words, we had some insecurities to deal with growing up, as our step-brother was Mr. Wonderful and we could never, ever live up to his accomplishments in our stepfather's eye. So, as teenagers (and eventually, as young adults) you find yourself wanting to feel good about who you are and, if there's only the two of us to help those good feelings along, then so be it.

Our jerk-off sessions eventually led to kissing, rimming, sucking, fucking and cumming. We made no bones about having sex with each other as we grew up.

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Our biological father was German, Irish and Polish so, we had cocks that are thick, straight and nicely formed. No big veins, however, big mushroom heads and a bit on the pink side:-)

John is 7 inches and I'm just shy of 7.25 inches but a wee bit thicker. We both cum about the same and our cum tastes a bit the same. We both cum in long squirts (usually about five long squirts a piece) and we we're into cumming into each other's mouth. I watch these gay porn's where the guys cum in each other's face but, don't really seem to enjoy it. John and I would open up wide and cum on the tongue and swallow it down. We'd then suck whatever little seed was left until there was no more to drink.


 



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The deeper problems with hazing are the culture it breeds and the slippery slope it can lead to. The infamous 2003 hazing incident involving the Mepham High School (N.Y.) football
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team is a quintessential example. At a summer football camp in August 2003, team veterans sodomized younger players with broomsticks, golf balls and pinecones. It came almost 10 years after a player accused the coaching staff and several members of the same football program of a hazing attack that gave him a concussion; that case was settled out of court. After the 2003 incident, former players finally started talking about the culture of Mepham coach Kevin McElroy's football team, and how hazing had been a part of it for many years. It had likely started out "harmless" before involving physical attacks. Incoming Freshmen learned from the veterans that these things were part of being on the team; and when they became the veterans, the cycle continued down the slippery slope.
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Experiencing the harassment and ridicule of hazing brings people closer, claim proponents of hazing (and there are many more than you could imagine), and it is argued that that bond is sacrosanct to the success of sports teams and fraternities.
This "bonding" argument has always troubled me. In a fraternity, the guys live together, shower together, eat together, study together. When one of their girlfriends breaks up with them, they're all there for him. When one of their parents passes away suddenly, they all attend the funeral. They become a family as close as they'll ever see outside the family structure they lived with for their first 18 years.

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It's the same thing with athletics. A team practices together every day, eats meals together, travels together, rooms together, wins together, loses together, gets injured together, and builds a bond that each member will remember for their lifetime.
No amount of paddling, licking whipped cream off of each other, or running around in your jockstrap is going to add to the closeness of these experiences. A team is built around a common goal and the struggles that ensue from chasing that goal, not from the nonsense that surrounds it.
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As long as gay people are marginalized by sports culture, and as long as being submissive to a man is considered feminine, hazing will continue, not only because it emasculates the victim, but because the perpetrator feels no other acceptable way to live out his same-sex desires.

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Atitlan wrote about these photos he reposted:

I have found some more photos of a British rugby initiation. They were
uploaded by Johannes to his websites and then posted on to the [ymna2] Yahoo group by me in 2005.

Most of Johannes' collection was about student initiations in
Europe and the USA and much of it can still be found at this address
(the links to certain of the picture folders seem not to be available
any longer):
http://members.lycos.nl/gaypoet
 
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For the last couple of years we have all watched hazing in sports finally come into focus. The antics that have for so long gone on behind closed doors, and that have been dismissed by most as "boys will be boys," are finally starting to get the serious attention from sports administrators and the public that it deserves and that its victims need.
What isn't being talked about much is the elephant in the room, the issue that most people are thinking about when they hear about stories of what sports teams are doing to one another usually at night behind those closed doors: Both latent homosexuality and homophobia are playing a huge role in the hazing abuse our kids are experiencing, and our societal standards that dictate what a "real man" is are to blame.
Hazing is, for practical purposes, coercing or forcing younger athletes or students to do embarrassing things for the right to be a part of the group. Hazing can range from seemingly innocuous acts like wearing a dunce cap or eating a raw egg to dangerous or life-threatening things like drinking excessive amounts of alcohol, branding, or crazy stunts that involve water, fire or oncoming traffic. Hazing is against the policy of most colleges, and anti-hazing statutes exist in 38 states.
The Web site Badjocks.com has played a huge role in forcing the public and sports teams and leagues to start having frank discussions about hazing. And while the few dozen incidents they and other media outlets have reported are an improvement over the dearth of reports just three years ago, the number of hazing incidents that has come to public light pales in comparison to the actual number that is happening at high schools, colleges and on professional teams around the country. In fact, an Alfred University study said that 80 percent of college athletes had been hazed.
Make no mistake about it – hazing is largely about sexuality, from two different angles. First is the notion of making someone submissive to prove your own masculinity. Whether it's sodomizing them or making them wear women's panties, the notion of forcing younger players to submit to team veterans comes right out of the handbook of anti-gay stereotypes.
Many of the acts that younger players are submitted to are also homoerotic or homosexual. Licking each other's bodies, simulating sex acts, forced sodomy with various objects – these acts work on two levels. First, they reinforce the notion that same-sex affection is weaker; the subjected men are rarely "hazed" with forced affection from someone of the opposite sex. Second, they serve to satisfy the latent homosexuality of many of the players involved.
While some may try to diminish the role of homosexuality in hazing, it can't be ignored. Badjocks.com says that the most common reported hazing incident among high school students is sodomy with fingers or other objects.
"As a way of welcoming you to the team, my associates and I would like to give you your first proctology exam!" Badjocks.com jokes.
I don't care how you slice it, there has to be some desire to sodomize the victim if you're willing to go that far with other people watching! Like rape (which it is), I find hazing of this kind to be not only an act of violence but a sexual act as well.
When I was a teenager, and I first started feeling a sexual attraction to other boys, I often thought that going to prison would not be such a bad thing. I had heard of the "forced" gay sex that happens in prisons, and I figured it would be the only chance I had to fulfill my growing desire to have sex with men. The forced sexual contact of hazing is certainly another way to fulfill those desires; it's no wonder that so many gay men are attracted to college fraternities, long the bastion of hazing in our culture.
It's not just the guys. In the last few months, reports of hazing on women's teams have started to capture headlines, most notably the Northwestern University's women's soccer team, which was suspended after photographs of alleged hazing surfaced.
While 10 years ago most people who reported hazing at the high school and collegiate level were considered "whistle-blowers" and threats to the performance of a team, that attitude is largely changing. Our culture seems to have started to handle hazing in two different ways, depending on who's involved.
High school and collegiate teams that coerce athletes to run around in their jockstraps are suspended and vilified in the media, some of them having their season cancelled. But when professional teams do the same exact thing, they are laughed at, as though hazing is a big joke that everyone is in on.
In 2000, various Tennessee Titans were recorded taping rookie OG Aaron Koch from Oregon State to a field goal post, pouring chocolate syrup on him, and spraying him with water. What was maybe worse was how ESPN's Sean Salisbury and NBA great Mark Malone celebrated and glorified it.
How can we celebrate hazing at the professional level, yet tell 17- and 21-year-olds that it's not OK if they do it? We can't chuckle with the Associated Press when they post pictures of rookies in training camp having to encircle the field in their underwear or sing karaoke in front of a stadium of fans, and then wonder where our kids got the crazy idea that it's alright to force new teammates to endure harassment and ridicule.


 
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The Spartans were not alone in their institutionalization of homosexuality in the military. TheHomosexual love, male if not female, was a recognized custom in Sparta and had an acknowledged part in the education of adolescent boys. A boy's lover suffered credit, or discredit, by the boy's actions. Plutarch states that once when a boy cried out because he was hurt in fighting, his lover was fined for the boy's cowardice.



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SAME PHENOMENON OCCURRED AMONG THE JAPANESE SAMURAI. ACCORDING TO R. C. KIRKPATRICK (2000, P. 394): "SAME SEX SEXUAL PARTNERS OF THE JAPANESE SAMURAI GAINED BOTH MARTIAL TRAINING AND LAND."
Kirkpatrick (p. 394) also points to the central role of homosexual ties in the military discipline of the Sambia tribe from Melanesia:

Among the Sambia, homosexual behavior occurs among initiates in a regional cohort of loosely-joined militias. The Sambia are headhunters, often at war with neighboring groups; Herdt argues that their homosexual behavior solidifies bonds that are vital for mutual defense.



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And if there were only some way of contriving that a state or an army should be made up of lovers and their loves, they would be the very best governors of their own city . . . and when fighting at one another's side, although merely a handful, they would overcome all men.



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There's a game a lot of people would play that had to do with being the most "gay" without doing something "gay" like touching each others junk. If you leave your camera unattended, prepare to have nothing but pics of balls on it when you find it again. Most of the branches do stuff like that, but from what I've seen it's more prevalent in the Marine Corps. While it's not exactly homoerotic, it's probably the closest you will get to it.


And there are plenty of homophobes in all the branches, but that doesn't make the military hate gay people, it means assholes that are in the military hate gay people. One of my best friends in the MC was gay (he was only out to a few people, still during DADT) and it sucked that he couldn't be himself. Luckily we are past that, although I'm sure there is still discrimination in some units. Civil rights violations are treated very harshly in the military and can be grounds for discharge.



Few peoples have ever been as well informed on the topic of military discipline as the Spartans, and their incredible success in fighting much larger rivals, such as Athens, to a stalemate, speaks to their morale.

How did they do it? According to Bertrand Russell (2004, pp 106-107), the key to their military organization was a mentor relationship between skilled warriors and their apprentices:



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Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:04:50 -0500From: Leo Little Subject: Gigs (gay/science fiction)GigsBy: L Little (lilmindinhead@hotmail.com)WARNINGYou MUST be 18+ and be able to read this & any other Nifty Stories whereyou are from.
A 13 year old Jack just got out school and was on his way home when he seenAndy that is also 13. Jack ran up to Andy and spoke.
"Man I'm glad it's Friday.""Tell me about it. Are you going to Gigs tonight?""Maybe. What about you?""Yup my folks are going out so I don't need to sneak out.""Well if I can sneak out I will see you there.""Ok man."The boys went there ways. Jack went in his room and he put his bag down. Helooked out his window and was tired of looking into space."Amy please put image 245 onto the window.""As you wish Jack."

The window was now showing a image of the tropics. Jack then went to do his
homework. Jack was done with his homework just in time because dinner was
ready. When Jack was done eating he spoke up.

"Can I go to Andy's?"

"Is your homework done?" his mom asked.


"Yes."

"When you do the dishes, you can."

"Thanks mom."

Soon Jack was at Andy's door and they went to Gigs. Once there they quickly
got hard seeing naked boys from 10 to 16. The boys will do anything that a
client wishes. Gigs's boys are the cutest and hottest boys. The other thing
about Gigs's boys is they are A.I. (Artificial Intelligence robots) The good
thing about the place is no one 17+ can go into the place.

"So are you ready for action Jack?"

"I am here aren't I?"
"True. Who should we get?"

"Alec and Blake."

"Those are the cutest ones. Hope they are not taken."


"I know. Only one way to find out."

Alec is a cute 11 year old and Blake is a Hot 13 year old. The boys went
to the front desk to find out. They were in luck. They paid the man and
they have Alec and Blake for a full 2 hours. The four of them went to the
room they been given and shut the door behind them and locked it. Jack and
Andy sat on the bed and just looked at the two naked boys. Alec and Blake
looked at Jack and Andy then at each other.

"What do you wish to have?" Alec asked.

Jake and Andy looked at each other and Andy spoke.

"Why don't you two have sex with each other and we will join in latter."

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"As you wish." Blake said.

Alec and Blake soon turn to each other and started kissing. Their hands
rubbed each other all over. Alec went down on his knees and started to rub
Blake's dick with his face. Blake's dick soon became hard and Alec just
went at it and sucked it. At this point Jack and Andy decided to get naked
and quick. Once naked they started slowly jerking off each other at the
hot sight. They did not want to cum early so they stopped. It soon became
time to join the action. Jack tapped Alec's shoulder and he stopped sucking
Blake's dick. He led him to the bed and has Alec lay on his back.
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Jack put Alec's lags onto his shoulders and began putting his dick into Alec's
ass. Andy took Blake by the hand and he too led him to the same bed. Blake
was laying on half of the bed on his belly. Andy told Blake to suck Alec's
dick while he fucks him. Jack and Andy went faster and faster. It did not
take long for Jack and Andy to cum into the cute Boy robots. The boys only
had twenty minutes left. Andy sat on the edge of the bed and got Blake
standing up. That's when he started sucking Blake. Jack did the same thing
with Alec. After a good seven minute blow job they had Alec and Blake trade
places. That's when Jack and Andy laid down onto their backs and had Alec
and Blake fuck them. While being fucked Jack and Andy looked into each
other's eyes and they kissed.

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[FONT="courier new"][FONT=&quot]Hey stud, I have been poking around on the freeballing site and saw your name: sunbuns. Boy, did it bring back memories.

I grew up on a farm. It was 88 acres, all deserted. I used to roam those fields and play in the creeks. From the time I was 12 till I was 17, I did it nude. It was wonderful. I kept an all over tan , one day some one noticed and called me sunbuns. I haven't heard that in 15 years. Living in a city now, no place to run around bare -assed outside is something I missed without realizing I did miss it. Anyway, seeing that name brought back such truly good memories, I had to drop you a line and tell you. Perhaps it will inspire me to do something about it. Thanks again for making my day, no my weekend... [/FONT]
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Toru Ueno wrote:

[FONT="georgia"][FONT=&quot]Hope you do get inspired and start getting your all over tan again -- then you'll join the sunbuns club (not actually a real one-- I just mean being a freeballing nudist).

I love being naked whenever I can -- I was NOT allowed the privilege of doing so as you did as a teenager -- so I spend a lot of time doing so now.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="georgia"][FONT=&quot] This week will go nude hiking in the Anza-Borrego State Park of California, then go nude camping and nude beaching on the Big Island of Hawaii,
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I love the freeballing site -- mainly because it is NOT much about sex (I am not against sex by any means) but freeballging.com about a free life style and I like how so many different guys freely intermingle and talk about things.




 
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Wearing a sarong and having fun at New Year's

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[FONT="georgia"][FONT=&quot]You asked me about wearing a sarong. It's easier just to give you the link below on how to tie a sarong (there is a list of instructions at the both of the pages listed below).[/FONT]
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[FONT="georgia"][FONT=&quot]It sounds like a fun party you'll be attending - great idea too for the sarongs -- I'll go out clubbing on Dec 31 in Waikiki, then spend part of Jan 1 nude on Diamond Head Beach or at Sandy Beach (East Oahu) out passed Hawaii Kai. I'll be sure to wear sarong (or pareo) or my Japanese yukata.[/FONT]
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Yeah, I love wearing my sarongs -- I have several one of which is a mesh-like, see-thru material. Here are some pics of me wearing it and not quite wearing it . They always give you an excellent 'innocent' opportunity to flash dick or buns.

I am standing on Red Road just 500 ft from Kehena Black Sands beach (nude beach). That's where I'll be on Christmas Day until New Year's Eve. I am nude on the beach and wear my mesh sarong walking back to the camping place (Kalani) -- I can't wait. Before that I'm going to go hiking nude in the southern California. (between San Diego and Palm Springs)[/FONT]
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[FONT="arial"][FONT=&quot]From: leo chat Leo wrote:

[FONT="times new roman"][FONT=&quot]Hey stud, do I ever envy you. I have some great memories my nude freedom from days gone ,especially at 16, but none like yours. It really is inspiring. I used to love the sun burning my skin, and the feel of a slight breeze on my balls and nipples. Damn, I wish I were there.
But I can't believe my luck; you're in the islands?!!!

I have been invited to a New Year's eve party, and the host has insisted all us guys wear a sarong or pareo, and nothing else. No problem freeballing it, but don't have a clue as to how to put on a sarong. Can you give me any tips, or instructions? Would be very greatful. I have this image in my head, I'm in the buffet line, plate of food in one hand, glass of wine in the other, and suddenly a sarong down around my ankles.
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Then, it was time, he stood up, placed his hands on my hips, and started to thrust in. He slowly pushed in about half way. Then he pulled out all the way and jammed his nice cock up my ass. Oh, it was so nice, I was in ecstasy. He started giving me the fuck of my life, in and out, pumping me so hard that I thought my ass may rip. Then he decided his cock wasn’t feeling tight enough of an ass so he put two of his fingers in while he continued to fuck. It was an indescribably good feeling.

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He finally pulled out and shoved his cock in my mouth, it tasted so good. There was a mix of jizz, sun tan oil, and my ass juices on it. I was sucking for all I was worth. Then he noticed I was about to shoot. He got down and started to suck me. He wasn’t nearly as good at sucking as he was fucking. He sucked maybe 1 minute and it all shot. I shot load after load into his eager mouth. He kept his mouth shut and moved up to my mouth. He started kissing me and I got a whole mouthful of cum. Then, before I knew it, his cock was in my mouth shooting his hot jizz and I was in heaven. He kept shooting for about a minute that there must have been a pint all over my body and face.

Then, he pulled out of my mouth and started kissing me. We eventually got soft and that was when I noticed that he was the local ranger. Ever since then we have been fucking and sucking our nuts off about 3 times per day. Boy do they know what they are doing!

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The Nude Beach
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This was originally posted at the following site:

http://www.menonthenet.com/EroticStories/index.cfm?m=article&ArticleRecId=296025

Last summer, I was doing my usual bike riding. I was really horny and on the Internet talking to local studs from Reno/Tahoe area. I had heard talk of there being lots of gay men at so I thought that I should try it out one day. I decided to ride my bike there since it was nice weather and about 10 miles out of town. I walked down to the water and at first saw a small cove with lots of people talking and men and women. All fairly old to me since I was 18.

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I continued walking around and noticed that at the southern end of the beach there was a peninsula where it became all rocks. I walked over that way and saw only men. Not a single woman. Boy were there some hot studs out and about in the nude. They were all sun bathing not even caring about each other and putting on that nice tanning oil all over their cocks and asses and everywhere else. I continued to watch people and eventually noticed that some people were walking around about 100 yards from the water in the woods.



I got curious and decided to check some of them out. There were about 5 Really hot ones. I was already turned on. Luckily I wasn’t nude and neither were the dudes that were wandering. People were only nude when they were on the rocks to sunbathe.

I decided I would try to pick up on the guys. So, being a normal guy, I acted like I was

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scratching my cock oblivious to the world. I noticed that the guy had stopped and he watched me. So, he did it right back. I was in heaven. I did it again and so did he. We both walked a little bit closer together. We were fairly sheltered from people being able to see us so I just started to jack off through my bathing suit and so did he.
I decided to really make the move and I walked over to him to get a good look. He was so fine. About 25, 5'8" (somewhat short), well toned muscles, probably around 165 pounds, a face to die for, a butch cut haircut with dirty blond hair, and the bubble butt to die in.

I said to him. "He man, how’s it goin’ today?"

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He replied, "Good, just thought I would bag me a few studs while I was sun bathing."

We started to talk and decided to head farther into the woods. He knew some places to go because he was a regular here. We went up to a few rocks where we were completely hidden. I got down onto my knees and reached up for his long, sensuous, 8 inch cut cock. He had nice, low hanging, monster size balls. I immediately started to take each nut into my mouth while slowly jacking his cock. I started giving him the best blow job he had ever had. I couldn’t believe how horny he was. He started to shoot a load right then onto my face, in my mouth, and onto my chest. I started sucking it up and he started to kiss me.

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His cock never went soft though. I continued to suck him while he was moaning. I got a new position so that I could be in his ass with my tongue. I started finger fucking him and tongue fucking him. Then I stood up and started to kiss him. Then he took my fingers and started to suck them so that he could taste his own sweet ass. Then, he set me on all fours,

and started to eat my ass. He was in there like a madman who hadn’t eaten in weeks. He was fingering me and fucking me and occasionally taking his hand and sticking it in my mouth so that I could suck on his nice long fingers.
 
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I would like to point out that for the last two summers at a lake I spend a few months hanging around and fishing during the summer that a family has spent a good month at both years. Both their boys are
completely at ease walking around naked. I put them the first year at 12 and 14. For us retired folks that make up most of the population of campers or RVs we accept it with no problem.


The first year there was a younger family and they seemed to be a little uptight at first but seemed to accept it after a couple of days and their two boys soon joined in. It is nice for me to see kids accepting the ways of the older generation. Myself and a couple of other retired guys that still like to go skinny dipping these kids join right in with us with what it should be a completely natural thing.


As my Dad said when I was a kid, there are only two models, you are either one or the other, with a few trim differences, so what is the big deal?


Oldman -- Been there done that. --
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{This was an original story posted on YMNA2 in 2006}


I have not read all the stories yet but thought I would post a few comments of my own.
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As a kid I often heard the comment that a boys body has to breath, along with one of my Dads that there are only two models, your either a Ford or Chev, with different trim levels. Nudity was not something that was really talked about yet my brother and I would get ready for bed when we were younger after supper and instead of putting on pj's like most kid we just stripped. We would then run around until we were put into bed naked. As the younger of the two I cannot remember ever wearing anything in bed, (and this includes sleep over with friends of all ages)I think I went from wearing a diaper to sleeping nude.


My parents were also very casual with nudity. I should also mention that I grew up after the age of 8 in a rural area where everyone seemed to have either a sauna or steambath and sometimes both. I
cannot remember visiting one family that every wore clothing in them.


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Although I had no sisters as boys we accepted the fact that girls over a certain age had periods and boys of all ages got hard-ons. Both were considered nothing to get excited about, they were just the facts of life.


When we lived in the city I swam at the Y during the winter and, of course, at that time all boys swam naked it was one of the policies.


Frequently when we lived in the city and later when on holidays we would go to what would later become a well known nudist beach during the hippy era. When we moved to the country as boys skinny dipping was the norm and often did include girls.


I mentioned once before on a group that most teenage boys had seen their girlfriends naked long before they ever dated of course that was true also for the girls. As a gay male that always knew he was gay long before I ever knew what it even meant I always liked seeing the other guys naked.
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When we first entered Jr. high school getting a hard-on while showering was just considered normal. I can say that every kid in my homeroom, we were divided by sex until grade 12, I had seen hard. In later years there was a few guys that had moved into the school I may not had seen completely hard but they were the exception.


Today I cannot understand why everyone is so uptight about nudity. I actually believe a lot of the problems we have with bullying, calling someone gay etc has its roots in the super modest attitude kids have. All guys have a desire to see what the other guy looks like and it does not make any difference if you are gay or straight. It is just a natural curiosity. How does the guy hang, is he cut or


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not, just a general curiosity of what does he have under those baggy pants and boxers that make all boys look completely sexless.
 
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{This was an original story posted on YMNA2 in 2006}


I have not read all the stories yet but thought I would post a few comments of my own.
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As a kid I often heard the comment that a boys body has to breath, along with one of my Dads that there are only two models, your either a Ford or Chev, with different trim levels. Nudity was not something that was really talked about yet my brother and I would get ready for bed when we were younger after supper and instead of putting on pj's like most kid we just stripped. We would then run around until we were put into bed naked. As the younger of the two I cannot remember ever wearing anything in bed, (and this includes sleep over with friends of all ages)I think I went from wearing a diaper to sleeping nude.


My parents were also very casual with nudity. I should also mention that I grew up after the age of 8 in a rural area where everyone seemed to have either a sauna or steambath and sometimes both. I
cannot remember visiting one family that every wore clothing in them.


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Although I had no sisters as boys we accepted the fact that girls over a certain age had periods and boys of all ages got hard-ons. Both were considered nothing to get excited about, they were just the facts of life.


When we lived in the city I swam at the Y during the winter and, of course, at that time all boys swam naked it was one of the policies.


Frequently when we lived in the city and later when on holidays we would go to what would later become a well known nudist beach during the hippy era. When we moved to the country as boys skinny dipping was the norm and often did include girls.


I mentioned once before on a group that most teenage boys had seen their girlfriends naked long before they ever dated of course that was true also for the girls. As a gay male that always knew he was gay long before I ever knew what it even meant I always liked seeing the other guys naked.
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When we first entered Jr. high school getting a hard-on while showering was just considered normal. I can say that every kid in my homeroom, we were divided by sex until grade 12, I had seen hard. In later years there was a few guys that had moved into the school I may not had seen completely hard but they were the exception.


Today I cannot understand why everyone is so uptight about nudity. I actually believe a lot of the problems we have with bullying, calling someone gay etc has its roots in the super modest attitude kids have. All guys have a desire to see what the other guy looks like and it does not make any difference if you are gay or straight. It is just a natural curiosity. How does the guy hang, is he cut or


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I started walking around the house in my briefs because I knew they seemed to catch his eye. I felt guilty about doing this but could not control myself. Watching him trying to keep from staring at me was intoxicating.
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One night he came home from work late. He went out or drinks with co workers and was tipsy. I was lying on the couch reading. I was wearing tight blue briefs. His eyes fixated on my briefs and then he quickly looked away. I felt guilty for tempting him. Guilty for trying to be make him attracted to me. He was my dad after all, what on earth was I thinking? He looked at me again. “God damn” he said. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. “Because you chase them off” I replied. “You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize.


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If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then he stopped. “Never mind” he said. “No” I protested. “Finish your thought. If I wasn’t your son, you would what? What would you do? Because whatever it is that you want to do, I want you to do it”. That was it took. He pounced on top of me and locked his mouth on mine. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I greedily welcomed it sucking it in with all my might. His hand were all over my body and he reached into my underwear and grabbed my erect cock.


He caressed my cock and balls and slid off my underwear. He was on top of me and he started exploring my body. His moustache felt ticklish. He was still fully dressed as he took my cock in his mouth. I felt myself on the verge of coming but I desperately wanted to see, feel, smell and taste his cock. It was a challenge to get him to stop sucking me. After firmly pulling his head off of my crotch I took control of the situation and started taking his clothes off until he was in his sexy white briefs. His large cock was bulging out of the white fabric a drop of moisture permeated the tip.


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I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled the sweet fragrance of daddies underwear. As sexy as he was in his underwear I knew it was time for them to come off. I ripped them off. There he was. Mischievous eye looking more mischievous than ever and all mine to enjoy. I gazed into his eyes for a moment, kissed him and buried my face his crotch. I sniffed his balls and pubes. After jerking off to his underwear for so long it felt unreal to smell the real thing. He smelled so good it was difficult to stop sniffing him. I kissed his cock and played with the long foreskin I had dreamed about for ages. I took his cock in my mouth and he moaned.


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It felt good to have daddies cock in my mouth and hear him moan in pleasure. To feel daddies cock moving inside of my mouth. I sucked him and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was in ecstasy as my mouth filled with daddy’s foreskin juice and precum. He pulled my mouth off his cock and took me in his arms. There we were father and son. Our naked bodies entwined together as we kissed and our cocks rubbed lovingly together. What could be more natural? We explored each other’s bodies and made love all night long. Daddy came in my mouth as I sucked him. I almost choked at the copious amount of fluid that exploded out of his body and into my mouth.


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I swallowed Daddy's come and felt it coat the back of my throat. In the morning we awoke and started fooling around again. He had me lie on my stomach and he caressed my ass. He kissed the sole of my foot and started kissing my leg slowly moving up until he got to my ass. He spread my cheeks and kissed my asshole. My body shuddered. He covered my ass with kisses and then buried his face in. I felt my heart race as I felt his tongue and moustache tickle my asshole. Having daddies mouth on my ass stirred something inside me. He glanced over and saw that he was jerking his cock as he rimmed me. Daddies, daddy, family, father, fuck, incest, love, older, sex, sexual relations, son, younger, cock.


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I had never had anal sex before but I knew that instant that I needed daddy's cock inside me. I pulled him up and pushed my ass onto his cock. He moaned and rubbed his cock against my crack. We stayed like this for a while until I grabbed his cock and pushed it onto my tight virgin asshole. “Oh daddy I want you to be the first”. “Are you sure that you are ready for this?” “I need you inside me” He got up from the bed and went to get some lotion. He spread it on me asshole and probed me with his fingers. I felt my asshole relax and I felt his fingers enter inside me. He spread some lotion on his cock and pushed it against my asshole. Slowly he started to enter me.


It hurt a little bit but the idea of him inside me was so stimulating that my asshole relaxed and welcomed him inside. He moaned and thrust. He kissed my neck and his moustache was ticklish. It felt so good to feel his powerful body on top of mine and have his cock inside me. Every time he thrust I would jerk my cock in ecstasy. He picked up the pace and I clenched my cheeks as hard as I could. He hissed and bit me ear. I heard him scream as he pushed his cock inside me and flooded my insides with his come. This pushed me over the edge and what felt like buckets of come shot out of my cock…
 
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This original story was posted on JustUsBoys.com Forum by
Tastywalnut See his profile at:
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http://www.justusboys.com/forum/view.php?about=296120





Father-Son Incest


I do remember being fascinated by seeing my dad in his white undies and would try them on occasionally. Daddies are supposed to be masculine protective and loving. The idea of pleasing daddy is primal and erotic.
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Here is a story I wrote:




I had just turned 18 and my parents were going through a messy divorce. They were high school sweethearts but my father had a dark secret: he was a gay man. He grew up in a conservative military family and he himself worked in the military for many years. My own coming up had stirred a lot of conflicting feelings in him. My coming out was the catalyst for his coming out. My mom was devastated. She would never forgive me. Mom moved in with her folks and I stayed with dad. I had the option to go with her but our relationship was strained by my coming out and the subsequent coming out of her husband. I loved my dad and was more than happy to stay with him anyway.
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Dad was very handsome and well built. He had mischievous eyes, a moustache and a hairy chest. Dad and I got along well except that he was very disapproving of any man I was dating. According to him they were l jerks and not good enough for me. I was angry at this attitude but at the same time I felt strangely flattered. Not that I was dating many guys. I was spending most of my free time with dad. I enjoyed seeing his warm comforting smile and mischievous eyes. It felt warm to be near his masculine body. I felt guilty and tried my hardest to suppress my feelings. But it was quite difficult to suppress my urges.


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The sight of dad walking around the house in white briefs would make my heart race so fast I would feel dizzy. A couple of times I had been lucky enough to see him naked. I was fascinated by his cock. It was rather large, larger than mine. He was uncut and the foreskin completely enveloped his
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cockhead. It looked much different than my smaller cut cock. I longed to see it up close and study it more. I would anxiously wait for him to leave the house and I would instantly run into his room and find his dirty laundry. I pleasured my self for hours fondling his socks and inhaling the sweet, musky, yeasty essence of his white briefs. I noticed that he started to look and smile at me more often. I would look away but it was difficult not to stare into his dreamy eyes. His looks gave me goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination.
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