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10 hours ago, nylonpnts said:

Fucking a guy in Toronto and he is absolutely calling me Daddy.  When he is with me, he is my son.

 

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On 2017-12-29 at 11:46 PM, danpire64 said:

My son and I have sex regularly..

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Love dad-son scenes too.  Both at sub-Daddy taking my boy's cock, and as sub-Son taking Daddy's load and cock. 

Works for me either way!  Hey, does that make me versatile? 

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      Jake: About a month now
      Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey
      Jake: Its cool
      Me: So you got it from him?
      Jake: Always bb’d here
      Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me
      Me: How do you know that?
      Jake: I’m horned.  Can we get together?  Horny?
      Me: LOL… always
      Me: Yeah that’s cool
      Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock)
      Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! 
      Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok?
      Me: Hell, yeah
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      Jake:
      Cody gives me his address and I tell him I’m headed that way.  It makes my cock leak thinking that we’re both HIV+, and he will find out at some point when he gets tested.  I intend to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me.  Also be hot to see him fuck and breed a few guys before he gets tested, just in case he gets weird about being poz, or goes on meds right away.  Personally I don’t intend to take any meds until I have to… I want to share this with as many guys as I can.  I start driving to Cody’s house when that hot guy Chris at the testing center crosses my mind, the way he flirts with all the guys there, I wonder if he’s just a flirt or if he’s already poz?  Or maybe he’s still neg and chasing it?  I think I’ll just have to find out.
    • By DarkLighter
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    • By Rawdad4sons
      You might say queer ran in my family.  I know they say there is a gene and all and that it is recessive in most people, that is why the Kinsey report only states 10% are gay and 10 percent are straight and the rest fall somewhere in the middle.  Well my family fell in the middle at the gay end. Isn’t life bliss when social norms are hidden away?  Now, we didn’t go around advertising we were queer.  To the outside observer we would look like a wholesome middle class family, but enter our inner circle and our deep dark secret would be evident.
      Growing up, I admired the bond that my dad and grandfather and uncles seemed to share.  My mother seemed to have the same kind of bond with my grandmother - both were feisty, in natgure almost butch.  We shared a lot of good times.
      I was the youngest of three sons and had several cousins, most of whom were boys, similar to me as we were rough and tumble - jocks and farm boys.  Growing up in a rural town in the Midwest with most of my family nearby, I got to see a lot of my family and the influence it had on our town.
      As I grew older the admiration for my families bonds grew stronger, and as my brothers and cousins reached maturity I noticed that they too began to share in the bonds between the adult family members, as they went off to college and would return with girlfriends and wives, the sexes would divide several times of year to form bonding circles.  I didn’t really know what was going on until I was about 15 and my middle brother was all excited to go on the adult father son fishing trip which I would be invited to the summer after my 18th birthday.  With Bud having turned 18 just weeks before school got out, he was all a flutter and told me that grandpa and dad and Cameron, my eldest brother were ready to make him a real family man, along with my uncles and any male cousins that had turned 18 that spring.  This was the camping/fishing trip that would declare my brother and our newly adult cousins, part of the male bonding brotherhood of Madison clan.
      Evidently my brother was not disappointed as he returned with a smile on his face, a lift to his step, as he returned back to the family business in the mailroom, the same mailroom we both had worked when we each turned 14.  Bud having worked there two and a half years longer was theoretically my supervisor, but he was my big brother and best friend first so we got along and hardly ever fought.  Bud though would be moving up soon and I would become mailroom chief as one of my younger cousins was introduced to the mailroom when he turned 14 in a month or so.
      When Bud moved up onto the sales floor, Hamilton came into the mailroom.  It was my responsibility to train him in the ins and outs of the lowest rung on our family corporate ladder. I really liked Hamilton even though he was a year younger than me.  He was really cute and athletic, which made working around him hard at times because he distracted me. But we endured and before we knew it my 18th birthday was approaching.  I knew the make out sessions with Hamilton would soon be at an end. I really enjoyed sneaking off to a corner and kissing my cousin, but another two cousins, Jack and Kris, had already joined us in the mail sorting endeavor.  Jack and Kris were just as cute and farm boy cute, and I knew they were just as sexy as Hamilton since we all showered together at school after practice, football in the fall and baseball in the spring.
      I was doing my homework, when a knock on my door occurred, my back to the door I did not see who had tapped on my door but an envelope had been slid under my door. I picked it up and it read “Happy 18th birthday, Thom.  You are now able to attend the Madison Men’s Camping / Fishing Experience.  Be ready on June 5th, 6:30 AM.  The boat waits for no one."
       I was excited and thrilled it was finally my time to bond with my male family members and find out what all the hoopla was about.

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