(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites) ==== In August 1964 I was hitchhiking up through Yugoslavia from Greece. It had been a long hot day with few lifts, and at lunchtime I found myself walking through a small dusty village. There was one shop, so I bought myself a cold drink, and continued through the village looking for somewhere to sit in t...
"Bakla!" Michael used to call me out of nowhere. It's our native language's version of the word gay; or for the context, since it's used as an insult, faggot. I loathed him with a passion. No matter how much I tried to be nice to him, he always returned it by mocking me. I learned to ignore him for the most part but it was hard to do so when he and his olde...
Neville sat alone on the front steps, well mostly alone. Bruiser, the alpha of the pack lounged beside him, his massive head in Neville's lap. In the two weeks since he'd moved in the big bull mastiff/Rottweiler mix had become his near constant companion around the house. Tyler said they were kindred spirits. "Misunderstood and too big for your own good the...
This wasn't the typical 'motel,' but a 'motor hotel,' and our room was on the third floor, and its easterly windows faced a large pasture; we had not pulled the drapes closed and morning sun filled the room and slanted across the bed -- and across me, still safely in the arms of my dear uncle, my face buried in his fuzzy chest. The raking rays brightly picke...
Chapter 5 -- I can be serious -- sometimes. "Mike seems like a nice guy Jamie? Yeah, he is we met a few years ago. Unfortunately, his car caught on fire, I was one of the people that responded. He'd just had some old family photos reframed, they were in the rear of his car when it went up, some small 'BMW' wagon. Luckily, the fire had not spread too far a...
The dark sky continued to rain down on him its icy rain and sleet. Clad in only a T-shirt, an open button-up shirt, jeans and tennis shoes Jonathan turned to face the now scarce south bound traffic on I-75. He stuck out his thumb praying someone would have mercy on him. The cold had truly saturated his very being with its relentless glacial fingers. Knowin...
Will and I were on our way to Frank's house. He told me that they were old military buddies and they themselves had hooked up several times when they were stationed together but it had been years since that last happened. Frank worked as a truck driver and Will owned a lawn service company. "So what about you, Raj? What do you do for work?" "I'm a nurse,...
"What do you mean you have to leave? We've been planning this for months." I asked Jonathan while he rolled his sleeping bag and tossed it on the truck. Chris and I watch as he lets up the tail gate of the truck. "I have to get home Joseph. Diane is having the baby." He said. Walking around to the driver side of his pickup truck. He opens the door. "I'm sur...
The length of the trip isn't a surprise. The sheer boredom of the trip isn't really a surprise either. I'd taken this trip at least thirty times, back and forth. I leave from Kenosha, WI at about 7pm, drive all night and find myself in Rapid City, SD at a bit before 8am their time. The trip on I-90 isn't just boring. It's mind-numbingly boring. My family...
I wasn't sleeping—I was dozing really—when he rolled over on top of me in the sleeping bag. I reached down for him and, not surprisingly found him hard again. He had fucked me every two hours through the night. He was in great shape, coming, I guess, from working in the woods on the mountain tops. I dutifully spread my legs, rolled my pelvis up to give him a...