Saturday, 5:37 a.m. Me and Bruce pulled up to the front of Johnno's house. Bruce was driving, so I hopped out and ran up to the front door. Knocked twice. Nothing. Rang the doorbell a few times. Nothing. I turned and looked at Bruce, who was impatiently leaning out the window. I shrugged my shoulders, even though we both knew that Johnno had probably just s...
This has definitely been a weird summer so far, but not a bad one. I'd met Mary, and things were going well with her, even though the first time we met ended up in a threesome in the pub bathroom, which had made me realise I was bi, plus I spied on her having a secret root with my dad's girlfriend. Oh, and my dad revealing he was bi too and had been having i...
For a few years Tommy Murphy and I were fucking in secret. We were both on the rugby team, both had girlfriends, as far as anyone knew we were both straight as arrows. But Sunday mornings most weeks I'd rock up to his place for a couple of hours. He'd make us a cuppa, we'd go out to the back shed and then I'd bend him over his workbench, pull down his shorts...
It had been six weeks since my little encounter with Dad in the kitchen. At the time, right after I'd chowed down on his backside and he'd cum all over the place, it had been all laughs and fun and games. Unfortunately, Dad soon came to his senses. I was doing the last of my Year 12 homework that night when he came in. Mum wasn't going to be home until the...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Reclining on the bed, I opened the second of my late father's secret photo albums. The first one had shown him and his mates on a camping trip, and in between all the normal innocent blokey photos were a few explicit shots of my dad and uncle having sex with two other men. At fir...
I love Sundays. I'm the only person in the house who wakes up early on a Sunday. While the wife and kids snore away, I get to enjoy the mornings and have some "me" time. Most of the time that means I just make a coffee and watch something with my headphones in for a few hours, but sometimes, if the weather is good, I'll go fishing. I tiptoe through the hou...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I have to admit, not a lot gone done once I met Fitzy Jnr. I had hoped he could explain the mystery of my father's hidden photo albums, but we ended up fucking more than talking. I had found my old man's albums while I was clearing out my deceased parents' house. In them I saw my...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Sometimes I think my mum likes my missis more than me... They get along great, which is good, but this week they've taken the kids and gone on a cruise together, along with mum's neighbour. I wasn't too put out about not being invited, in fact I decided to take a few days off and...
It had been a couple of weeks since Mary, Curly and I had our little moment in the pub toilet. Mary and I had gone out a couple of times since then, spent a lot of time on the phone, the usual. We'd been on two dates since that night- both ended in some mind-blowing sex. But, being the young bloke I was, I was whacking off every day too. My old man had a pr...
G'day everyone! We're up to our sixth year of backyard cricket already, but if you somehow don't know what's going on yet, here's the backstory. I'm Tim, early 30's, tall fella in fairly good shape for a dad of two, in my humble opinion. Every year around Christmas I head home to see my parents and their neighbours. My dad, Ross, is an ex-firefighter and sti...