North Carolina seemed like a wonderful place to live after living in South Florida for 13 years. I was ready to make the big move and look for a better place to call home.

Asheville, NC sounded like a good place to settle. I had vacationed there many times prior to my move. The Pisgah National Forest was the main reason I chose to move to the area.

Upon my arrival to Asheville, I was fortunate to rent a very nice home located at the base of Mount Pisgah and adjacent to the National Forest. I was so happy to find the house and my sexy landlord allowed me to do anything I wanted. He didnt know about the Forest Ranger!

I had the pleasure of having the forest within a stones throw of my house. Little did I know that my nude hiking would be so wonderful! I met a Ranger who kept his eye on me each time I rode my bike or hiked up toward the mountain.

It was a hot summer day when I made my first trek into the woods. I was eager to hike the old logging trail which led toward Pisgah. I had no idea that someone would be watching me when I took off my clothing and hiked in the nude. My backpack consisted of a sandwich, bottled water, a radio and some rope for climbing any cliffs that I may tackle in the trek to Mount Pisgah.

I took off my clothes after I was inside the forest and hiked for about 2 miles. I found a nice stream which flowed into a huge basin. It was perfect for swimming and I plunged myself into the cold water. Fortunately, there was a huge slab of rock near the swimming hole. I threw my cold and shivering body down on the slab, feeling the warmth from the sun and fell asleep.

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Dad got real depressed after Mom left us. I guess she knew that he never really loved her. He only married her because he got her pregnant with my oldest brother when they were in college. He knew that he never lover her either. He was just depressed because he was living the lie so long he was unsure what do now.

Dad is extremely hot. He is 6'2 has jet black hair, sparkling light blue eyes. His best feature by far though is his muscular body. Dad has always been very religious about keeping in shape, but in the last year he has spent a lot more time at the gym trying to avoid my mother. For this reason he has really bulked up. This is bad for me because the bigger he gets the harder it is for me to around him without giving myself away. Dad has that perfect v-shaped body--a strong well defined chest that tapers down to a beautiful, slim, cut stomach. He is not shy either. When hes around the house he usually wears no more than his boxers. This can be extremely frustrating for me.

My name is Kevin. I am a senior in high school. I just had my 18th birthday. I play soccer so I am very fit; however, I am nowhere nearly as muscular as my dad. I have gotten most of my features from my mother. I am 5' 11 with light brown hair and eyes. Since I play soccer my best features are my legs. I have known for quite some time that I am gay. I have messed around with a few guys as far as sucking them off, but I was always afraid of actually getting fucked. Me and my dad have an okay relationship but I am definitely too afraid to tell him about myself. Dad is a very masculine man and I am unsure of how he would react. It is a total shock to me though that he hasnt figured it out. When we are talking my eyes usually wander down to his rock hard pecs or his abs of steel. I usually get weak in the knees and it takes all of my self-control to keep my hands off of him.

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When I was in my early twenties, I began to frequent a gay bar about 20 miles from my house. I was very shy and nervous and would usually plop myself down near the bar and not make eye contact with anyone. Over time, I became more comfortable with myself and my surroundings. I would always try and get the best vantage point sitting at the bar - one that allowed me to be seen as well as give a good view of the crowd and the folks coming in. One winter night, I was shocked (and a little nervous) to see a co-worker of mine pop into the place.

Roger was in his early 40's - his look average and very corporate-cookie cutter for the mid-80's, with graying receding hairline and glasses. Roger was always friendly at work, so I called him over and we began a nice long chat. Although there was 20 years between us, I found it very easy to talk to Roger. Over the next few months, we developed a close platonic friendship both at work and socially.

A few months down the road, I needed to move - I wasn't making a lot of money and that time and Roger graciously allowed me to rent a spare room in his home. He offered his home as if it were mine - allowing me to have friends over, blast my stereo, and take control of the tv. The guy had a big heart! Our platonic friendship blossomed and I felt very comfortable living in Roger's home.

About a year or so into this living arrangement, the stress of my job coupled with some family issues I wasn't dealing with resulted in a few episodes of night terrors. Three hours into sleep, I would start to have a bad dream and, often, start screaming or yelling. I would wake up panting and sweating and feeling badly at the thought of perhaps waking Roger (down the hall in his own room) because of this. Roger began to keep his bedroom door on a crack and would knock on my door and call my name if one of these episodes occurred.

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Here I was again.....in my favorite spot, in my favorite position, doing my favorite thing! My eyes viewed the sight before me: a field of pink and dark brown filled my field of vision. I was savoring the taste of my favorite thing to eat.....cock! My mouth was filled with the hard, thick, long pole of a cock attached to my most beloved uncle: Bob. Uncle Bob and I have done this a countless number of times. Every time I do it, it is as hot as the first time.

Aaaah, the first time! I remember it as hotly and clearly as if it were yesterday. Uncle Bob and I have been together plenty of times since that first time and both of us love it just as much each time. The first time was quite some time ago. Uncle Bob and I were alone at my house. It was during summer and my family had gone away for an extended weekend at the shore for sun and fun. I begged off going because I had gotten a summer job and didn't want to jeopardize it by taking time off. My family tried to convince me to go along with them and was disappointed when I held out, despite their insistence..

Uncle Bob was two years older than my dad. I had been having lusty thoughts and dreams about my dad for a few years by this time. Uncle Bob was as sexy as my dad, if not more so. Both were hairy-bodied men which I found an immense turn-on. Dad was 2 years younger than his brother. While Dad was 5'11", Uncle Bob was 6'1", about 220 pounds and had a bigger frame than his younger brother. It wasn't long after I had lusty dreams about dad that I noticed Uncle Bob was like Dad, but more so. He had a heftier body, a barrel-shaped chest , densely haired arms, and I imagined a chest that was as hairy as my dad's....if that was possible. I've always loved my Uncle Bob but not like I did this day. The sexiest thing about this day is that it happened totally spontaneously.

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Coach York is 52, salt and pepper hair, big pecs, a little gut but still hard, nice guy, expects a lot, has a meaty hairy ass, hairy chest, and a very thick 9"uncut cock. He's got Jason, a guy on his baseball team, over for a one on one coaching session. Jase is 22, brown hair, smooth, intense eyes that are a little too close together, handsome face. Coach is wearing some gray sweats, muscle shirt, and a jockstrap. Jase is wearing long shorts, white t-shirt.

"Hey boy, you contracting those glutes as you lift?"

"Think so, Coach York."

"What do you fucking mean you think you gotta do that, boy, if you want to get bigger. go again, and this time I'm gonna see if you're contracting".

"Sure, coach...hey, what the fuck..."

"You just concentrate on lifting that weight, boy...that's it...fuck! You didn't fucking contract at all. You want glutes or what, boy?"

"Sorry, coach, I'm just..."

"Fuck that...here, I'm gonna show you. Here, put my shorts up on the bench...okay, boy, so look at these glutes. That's what you want, right?"

"Yeah, coach, fuck, you're one hardass."

"Sure am, boy, in more ways than one. Okay, this is the only way you're going to learn. put your hand on my ass. Don't fucking look at me like that, do it. Okay, now I'm going to do some squats the right fucking way. There, feel the contraction?"

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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.

Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.

He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.

I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. . ."

"I'll bet you do."

". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.

"I though we were talking about. . ."

"You like jumping old men's peckers?"

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I was expected at Mr. Kitson's flat in Regents Park Mews at half past three. It wasn't far, but I walked fast. My body had gone hot all over, especially along my back where I could feel beads of sweat forming, building then trickling down to the waist band of my underpants, a Mr. Macho thong bought half-price in the sale.

I had seen Derek Kitson, the owner of the menswear shop where I worked, several times before. He had interviewed me for the job and he called in every few months or so to add to his wardrobe. On these occasions he was always attended to by Mark Saunders, the manager, who seemed on very good terms with him.

Mr. Kitson was a tall, well built man of around forty, smart but not flashy. I tried to weigh my chances of persuading him not to call in the police. Mr. Saunders had spotted me taking ten pounds out of the till when I thought no one was looking. It had been a stupid bit of devilment: I'd almost dared myself to do it. It's true I was short of cash, but not that short. I regretted my lapse immediately. Quite honestly, it came as something as a relief to know I'd been found out. I'd thrown myself at Mark Saunders' mercy. It would be an awful blow to mum. I said, "She'll never be able to hold her head up on our estate again." But Mark said it wasn't up to him; he'd have to speak to Mr. Kitson. So he phoned through to Regents Park Mews and explained the situation. Luckily, Derek Kitson had been willing to see me to let me plead my case. As Mark said, that was something at least.

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Callum woke up to the smell of pancakes and syrup. Yesterday was his last day of school. Now he was off for the summer. He yawned and stretched his thin, muscular frame. callum stood about 5" 9" and had a wiry wrestler"s build. His whole body was sleek and hairless except for the light brown patch above his cock. He threw off the covers, putting his feet on the floor. His oversized hands slipped through his long brown hair. He scratched the pubes above his big morning hard-on.

"callum, breakfast is ready, and don"t forget, you"re picking up your uncle at the airport this afternoon."

"Oh fuck!" he thought. He"d made plans with the guys, forgetting about his uncle. Well, he"d just have to call them and cancel. He hadn"t seen his uncle since he was a little guy; but always remembered him fondly. He checked his naked frame in the full length mirror, did a few muscle poses, and then turning to the side, and checked his morning hard-on. Now there was something to be proud of he thought, as he gave it a few loving pulls.

Seven and a half inches and thick as his wrist, was nothing to be ashamed of. Must have come from his mother"s side of the family; because the one time he caught his dad in the buff with a morning hard-on, there was only four or five inches jutting out. He took a couple of more pulls on his meat and went in to shower.

After woofing down eight pancakes and two glasses of milk, callum headed out to Beth"s house. He and Beth were friends since grade school. Beth knew everything about him. There wasn"t one secret he could ever keep from her. They hung out together until it was time to head for the airport. callum didn"t want to ask her to go with him and she felt a little left out; but callum wanted to greet his uncle alone. The fact was, Beth had been feeling a little left out for a while now. It seemed that callum spent more and more time with the guys lately.

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My summer had gotten off to a slow start, just finished high school and wanted to take the summer easy. Well the first thing I knew was that I needed money and just my luck I had notice an ad for summer help right down the block from my home. A couple days past and I was ready to apply, it was simple yard work. I walk up to the door and ring the bell, than suddenly the door open, a grey haired man said, "how can I help you son," in a warm voice. I told him that I was applying for the position that was in the local paper, right away he asked when I could start.

After a few months things were going good I had a few extra bucks and the job was easy. When finally it happened; I had been doing some yard work when a down pour of rain came. I started to walk to my old car when I heard a voice say, why don't you come in from the rain. Quickly I agreed to come in he than said, go to the bathroom and get out of those wet things. I did, but in the mean time I had notice there were no towels. A knock on the door and he came in with a big towel, before he enter the room I quickly put my hands by my private area, he started to laugh a little and said he had seen it all, because he had been a doctor for almost forty years.

With that said I took the towel and began to dry myself and he left the room, but took my wet stuff and said he would dry them. Again he called my name and I walk out to his front room and sat in a chair when he offered me a cold beer, which I took right away. We talk for what seem like a couple of hours, I found out more about this warm caring man. He was 74 years old and never married and liked to travel, but he had a bad back so he could not work so much in his big yard. Something had happen I notice he also had a bathrobe on and he would touch my leg every so often.

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They were lying in the back of the pickup on an old mattress, naked to the warm, autumn sun, with long ropes of come streaked across their muscular bodies. The boy, a muscular teenager of eighteen, had a streak of come on his face that ran from high on his cheekbone to dangerously close to his mouth. "I'm going to hate to see this trip end," the older man said.

"It's been one of the best weeks of my life," said the boy. "I'm glad you decided to take off work and go."

The man laughed. "I wonder whose cornfield we're in."

"Yeah, wouldn't he get a big shock if he decided to come back and check on his corn?" the boy said, laughing. There was a long, quiet but comfortable pause, and then the boy broke the silence, like a mallet hitting a gong. "Dad, is what we're doing wrong?" Jason asked.

"Do you think it is?" Brian Goddard asked.

"I did at first."

"You should have told me."

"I was afraid you would stop if I told you."

"We would have till we talked about it,' Brian said. "But you didn't answer the question. You said you thought it was wrong at first. How about now?"

"I'm past that now," Jason said. "I decided nothing so good could be wrong, no matter what anybody else thinks. Part of the problem was, I was doing such incredible and wonderful things with my dad and couldn't tell anybody about it. I couldn't talk to my friends about our great times."

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