The movies marquee at the local theater read, "Cowboys of the Old West." I always had a thing for cowboys, so when I had today off from school, I bought my ticket and entered the theater. It must have been my desire for "hero worship" or just the natural lust for the male physique, no matter what it was; it still aroused my interest causing my male testosterone to stir.

I was excused from school today because of some teacher's meeting, but instead of going directly home, I decided to go to an afternoon matinee. It was a quiet afternoon and very few people were there, and best of all, no other kids my own age. I slipped under the "Balcony Closed" sign and rushed up the stairs to the balcony where I could sit alone and enjoy the movies.

When I arrived, the movies had already started and projected on the screen were some rugged looking cowboys sitting around a camp fire. My dick started getting hard as I fantasized about crawling naked inside one of the cowboy's bedroll. I unbuttoned my jeans to liberate my dick, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and started jacking on my stiff woody.

I was so engrossed in my pleasure, that I was unaware that a man had entered the balcony and had seated himself in the row behind me. I quickly glanced around to see a man wearing a black cowboy hat. I thought my fantasies must be overloading, and he had become an illusion of my sexual desires. I looked again to make sure he was actually there. He nodded, tipped his hat, and placed his hands to his crotch. I froze and gazed back at the movie screen.

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I had just gotten transferred from the New York office to a Podunk little town in Eastern Washington. Full of farms and hicks I was like a fish out of water. Having lived in New York most of my life I was used to night clubs and easy men, especially hot twinks. The house that I chose was in a quite neighborhood near the out skirts of town. It had a large yard with a privacy fence and nice pool and patio.--perfect for parties. The house was quite modern. Large rooms, high ceilings, and again, plenty of privacy from the road.

The next door neighbors had a son that was no older than 18. Turns out he had just had his birthday. He was short, thin, and toned. He was a hottie. I was out doing yard work when he came over wearing nothing but tight shorts. "Hey. Mind if I take a swim?", he asked. "Sure", I said, "for a price."

"Name it. This heat is killing me."

"Well, as you can see I have a shit load of yard work to do, so if you help me you can cool off with a swim. I even have some freshly made iced tea in the house."

"Okay sounds like a deal." We started working on the yard. We chatted about his girlfriend and his parents and things; the usual for guys his age. About three hours into the yard work I suggested that we take a break for a while. I went in to get glasses and the iced tea. When I came out he was already in the pool. "Help yourself to the iced tea and I'll go in and get my swim suit on."

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Visiting my grandparents was always a treat when I was young. I observed how they slept in separate rooms, but it did not seem unusual to me. It seemed like that was just their way of living. As the only grandson they would spoil me rotten. I would watch the new, "HBO", and "MTV" until very late at night. I would sneak into bed with my grandfather, who slept nude, and feel his hairy, hard body against my young skin. It seemed like he always had a hard on. Again, I thought that was just the way of life. I would lie on my right side and he would comfort me, snuggle up and cover me with his left arm. I guess you could say my grandfather was into "spooning".

I would spend a weekend with them at least once a month, and grandfather never disappointed me. He would always kiss the back of my neck and whisper, "I love you", as he drew his body close to mine brushing his hairy chest against my back, and his hard cock between my legs.

My grandfather was in good shape. He worked out in the garage, lifting and running, push-ups, and sit-ups. He may have been a little grey, but he was a "hot" man. Hard, muscular legs, great chest, big arms, all covered with hair. He would teach me his workout routine once a month. He once mentioned how he liked watching my young "boy" body being sculpted into a man with his assistance.

At 16,17 & 18 I was dating girls, but nothing compared to visiting my grandparents once a month. Sleeping under my grandfather's arm was so comforting and soothing. The feel of his kiss on the back of my neck, and how he would whisper, "I love you". I felt like it was my bonding experience with him. As time went by, I would spend the weekend at their house and get in my grandfather's bed earlier and earlier. HBO and MTV was not as much fun. I would wake up with his hard cock between my legs, and his legs intertwined with mine.

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When I opened my eyes the next morning after our drunken Thanksgiving debauch, I couldn't remember where I was. For one thing, I wasn't alone: there was lots of company in the bed with me. But when I looked to the left and saw Dad snoring softly, it came back to me in a flash and I looked back up at the ceiling and grinned from ear to ear. Now I knew what that strange taste in my mouth was sure, part of it was cigar, but the best part was the taste of the huge load of Dad's semen that I'd swallowed last night! And my body was sticky all over even my hair with the wads Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike had dumped all over me while I was blowing my old man!

I could feel Dad's hand grasping my thigh as he slept, right up at the hip with his fingers down under my ball sack. I looked down past my own morning hardon to see that Dad's massive cock was just as hard as mine, flopped over his huge hairy thigh and pointing right at me. He must have been hard for some time already, because there was a thick string of cock juice drooling out of the gaping cum hole and onto his leg.

I looked to the right to see Granddad Joe's back. Just over his shoulder I could see Uncle Mike's shoulder and head they were spooned up together as tight as they could be. When I raised myself up on my elbows, I saw that his heavy forearm was resting on his son's hip and he had Uncle Mike's fat erection in his fist. I still didn't remember how we'd ended up in this king-sized bed, but, looking around, I guessed it must be Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike's bedroom.

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This was my fourth week at the farm: the pale, skinny boy from the big city had been dropped by his bearish business man father, Joseph Corelli, one Sunday morning and was welcomed by his bearish farmer uncle, Edward Corelli.

My uncle was a PhD but had decided at 40 to drop a brilliant academic career and retire to the country, far away from the city smells, only to turn his farm into one of the most innovative and successful businesses in the region.

I hadn't seen uncle Ed during the past eight years, and when I saw him again I was pleasantly surprised and aroused as I had just found out that I was attracted to big, burly, mature men, no twinks like me, thank you very much (well, maybe with the exception of my new jack off buddy, Denny, but then again, I had just discovered masturbation and I had to take what was available).

Anyway, here was uncle Ed, much bigger than I remembered, balding, unshaven, with a beer gut stretching his white t-shirt and lots of new muscles on him; the one thing that hadn't changed was his killer smile, so different from dad's stern composure.

He had picked me up with his bulging hairy arms and thrown me in the air like he did when I was a little kid, and still had me giggling at him.

My dad laughed, a rare event, specially since mom had flown with that bastard, his former partner.

"Will you ever grow up, Ed", he said, shaking his head.

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When I started high school, I was 14 years old and we were allowed to go off campus for the lunch hour. My Grandparents house was only 6 blocks away from my school, and my Grandmother said it would be fine to go eat lunch there. I wanted to take advantage of also being able to take a nap if I needed to, or catch up on homework at my Grandparents house.

My Grandfather is a construction worker and has the body to prove it. I was always amazed at his muscles and how hairy he was. His chest was perfectly rounded and has the flattest abs any 56 year old man would love to show off. His arms were big and hairy as well, nice big biceps from lifting and carrying building materials definitely helped him out. I have always wondered what his cock looked like. It is tradition that every first born male is to stay uncircumcised and my Grandfather and myself are first born sons, so I have always wondered if his cock was as big as his bulge made it seem.

When I first started school I eat lunch in the cafeteria just to socialize with my friends that I haven't seen all summer long. We all caught up on how our summer vacation had went and what we did, so for about a month I didn't take advantage of eating at my Grandparents house. I asked for permission from my Grandmother if I could have a spare key to enter the house when I was to go on my lunch hour, she happily handed one over to me. So starting that next Monday I was going to eat lunch in the comfort of my grandparents house.

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Dad had just gone to bed and it was early only around 9 and I was feeling horny as hell. I gave it a half hour before making a move. I had always fantasized about dad's feet and how much I would love to get it on with his feet as I had this huge foot fetish. This was an opportunity and up until now I hadn't had the courage or the opportunity. Mum was overseas and my brothers were out for the evening. Knowing them they wouldn't be home till the early hours of the morning. I went to his room and stood by the door and placed my ear to the door to hear if he was snoring.

He was a loud snorer and a deep sleeper. I switched off the lights in the corridor so not to wake him as I slowly opened the door to his room. I left it ajar enough for me to fit through. I got on my knees and crawled across to the foot of the bed. His man musk and foot odour had filled the room. My cock was getting hard as I inhaled his beautiful man odour and harder still at the prospect of what I was about to do.

I reached the end of the bed and by this time my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Most often then not dad had his feet sticking out from under the covers. I could see the outline of his sexy manly feet. I had always been turned on by male feet but his were truly sexy. The soles of his feet had hardened some what from years of labour. It was a beautiful sight and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on them.

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Kyle was awakened by a loud "THUD". He shot straight up in bed. "What?"he garbbled still half asleep. He looked around his room trying to focus still partly unaware was where he was. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that's right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was nearly three in the morning. His Dad had probably been in bed for three hours or so already. Oh, well since he was up he'd check and see if Dad was okay.

Kyle and his Father, Jeff lived alone for the past ten years since his mother's death. It had been an auto accident and it hit Kyle hard. He had been 9 at the time and now was suddenly without a mother. But his Father did an excellent job filling in. No it wasn't exactly the same but he knew that his Father loved him and had tried to be both Father and Mother to him.

And Kyle's Father had something to be proud of. He had raised a fine young man practically on his own. Kyle was now 19 years old and was getting ready to start college in the fall. He was the classic All American Boy. Good grades, good looks, he had it all.

While in High School Kyle had been the captain of his swim team so, he had a tight lean well defined swimmers build. One thing that no one could help notice about Kyle was his perfectly round bubble butt. No matter what he wore it seemed to protrude and get noticed by everyone, woman or man. Not to mention wavy sandy brown hair and piercing baby blue eyes. Plus he had one of those perfectly chiseled jaws with a smile that light up a room.

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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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Cruising at the downtown commuter train station in Chicago is by far the best play for an admirer of older men to catch a glimpse at their packages while in the bathroom. It took me a while to realize that other men were there doing the same thing. It was one moment in particular that I learned this.

On my usual rounds around 4 pm when a lot of people get out of work, hence, the maximum cock viewing, I encountered this older gentleman, about 6ft, 215 pounds, a shining head of silver (which made me notice him). I'm sure my 5'8 160 frame of 21 years was enticing for him too.

I turned, looked, then looked down and looked back, and he was sporting the thickest cock I had ever seen. I responded by showing him my eight inch wood, and his eyes sprang even further open. I got scared from someone coming in and I zipped up and headed to the McDonald's in the food court.

As I stood in line, I notice the same guy walk up behind and said, "Can I buy you an ice cream cone? I said sure, and we exchanged pleasantries and complimented each other. He asked if I had a place and I didn't, because I was still living with my folks at the time. He said he worked in an office building right in the loop, and we could sneak to his office if I wanted to blow him. I gladly obliged and we head to the 32 floor of a build around the corner from the station.

We got up to the office and by this time he already knew how much I wanted to pleasure him. He wasted no time in dropping trousers and was already throbbing with and extremely swollen head, which I thought was pretty good for a man who was 55. I got to my knees and began my career as daddy dick sucker.

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