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Jim Palmer lived in comfortable circumstances with his wife, Julia, and their seventeen year-old son, Kenny. At thirty-nine, he enjoyed a profitable and satisfying career as a lawyer of some prominence in San Antonio, Texas. As an upper-middle class suburban husband and father with all the trappings, he wanted for little. A large home with a pool and tennis court on his expansive property were the kinds of symbols of social class that he always longed for.

Jim was, by nature, a quiet man, considered by all who knew him as gentle and serene. He loved his family and rarely raised his voice. He had, however, one problem that disturbed him greatly. He could not get along with his own son, Kenny. Each time they tried to talk, he became irritable and testy. Everything Kenny said or did seemed to aggravate him. There were times he could hardly stand to be with him. It upset him because he didn’t know why he felt that way.

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The sight of my dad has always made me horny. He is handsome in a defined and rugged sort of way… at 5′10” he is very muscular, has a narrow waist, perpetually tanned skin and dark eyes. His powerful arms and legs are hairy, as is his chest. He has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, and has a way of making people feel at ease. I’m the physical opposite of dad in many ways. I always marvel at how few of dad’s features I got. While most people can tell I am his son by our facial resemblance, I am a few inches shorter than him, have much paler skin, a lean build, and am generally smooth. I have very little body hair, and, at 18, have no facial hair yet. I try to keep fit by swimming, so while my build is slender it is defined. I’ve always been fascinated by dad’s body hair, and his morning shave ritual. As a kid, I would sit in the bathroom and watch him shave. He looked so handsome in his boxer shorts, I used to think he was so hairy, his strong legs and arms coated with dark hair, while he stood in front of the mirror and shaved. He used to smile at me and tell me jokes and ask me questions about nothing in particular. I used to watch him shave every morning, and would be very upset on the days I slept in and couldn’t watch him. After he finished shaving he’d pick me up, give me a big hug and kiss, and I’d feel so happy in his arms pressed against his bare chest. Then he’d carry me to my bedroom, and go back to the bathroom and continue with his shower. We weren’t a family that was generally comfortable being nude around each other, so I never got to see him naked. Dad was very affectionate all through my childhood and growing up, and would tuck me in every night, and sit on my bedside with me and talk about the day and tell me he loved me. Even when I was in high school. In the summer our house got hot so he would often just be wearing boxer shorts, which always turned me on. I recently started following his lead and shed my PJs to sleep in boxers. The first time I did this it was a bit awkward, but then it didn’t bother him at all, in fact it sort of broght us closer together, as it meant i was growing up. He used to joke about how smooth my chest, body, and face were. We would laugh at each other because it seemed funny that we were so different in this regard. Personally, I found his body hair really really sexy, but didnt particularly want any on my body. I seemed happy the way I was. Besides it seemed like it would look awkward in the swimming pool.

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I walked into his room in just my underwear. I thought the house was empty. I was going to look at some porn hidden in a dresser. He was my mother’s younger brother, Charlie and was visiting us for a week.

He was lying naked on the bed with his legs spread wide fucking himself with a huge dildo and gaping wide eyed at me standing there looking at him. He never missed a beat just fucked himself faster. Even though I was scared to death, my cock was rock hard and stuck out of my underpants.

I ran away, back to my room but he followed me in there and swore me to say I would never tell on him. He bent down on the bed, pushed me back and after some struggle, held me there and ripped my under shorts off. My cock sprang up on its very own. He smiled and said to be a good boy for him and took my cock into his mouth and sucked my cock.

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I’ve lived with my dad for about three and a half years now, ever since I turned fourteen and mom’s boyfriend decided he was too young to be the father of a teenager. Mom, for her part, decided I was at an age where I pretty much needed a father and since pretty-boy couldn’t qualify she sent me back to my dad. At the airport she told me to forget all the things she’d said about him over the years and just get to know him. “You’ll learn to love him,” she said. “Just give him a chance.”

It was strange at first, living with a guy I hardly knew and who, it had been implied for a number of years, was a son-of-a-bitch. But we worked it out and found that we actually liked each other after a month or two.

The summer I was seventeen dad decided we should take some vacation time so we could go somewhere and spend some time together. It was hot in Phoenix so we decided to go over to the coast and stay somewhere on the beach.

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Saturday, April 13, 1957

Looking at it from the vantage point of forty-four years later, I’m pretty sure I knew what my dad was doing in his room that Saturday afternoon. I may have even listened at the door beforehand but if so, I don’t remember it. I also don’t remember why I thought I could just go bursting into his room but I did. I threw open the door and there he was, naked, lying on his bed with his hard dick in his hand. I stopped short, staring, probably with my jaw hanging open.

My dad, though, was the coolest man alive. Nothing ever ruffled him and this was no exception. He never missed a stroke.

“Well, hello son,” he said opening his eyes and giving me that silly grin of his. He looked me up and down a couple of times and then said, “You know it looks to me as though you have three alternatives at this point son. You can turn around and leave, you can just stand there and watch, or,” he moved over on the bed and patted the space next to him, “you can join me.”

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I went to my aunt’s house for her birthday party and as bored as I was, it was a duty to put up with. Everyone was laughing and teasing her at becoming an old lady of 30. I had a few glasses of wine and began to wander around when I ran into my cousin, almost a teen, yet without muscle and like a baby.

I looked at him, really for the first time and felt my cock twinge as I saw he was just wearing a tight pair of shorts and no top. His nakedness stirred me inside. I looked into his eyes and saw such weakness and fright that I couldn’t help but laugh at what a nice treat was right there before me.

“Where’s your bedroom,” I asked, looking hard into his eyes. He looked at me, frightened, like a rabbit caught in a trap. “Take me there.”

I took him by the hand and we went quickly up a flight of stairs and into a small back bedroom. As soon as we went in, I turned the lock in the door and pushed him onto the bed.

“Shut up and do exactly what I say. I am going to make you so happy today,”

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As soon as I found out Dad was in an accident I was on the next flight home. My cousin called me from the hospital… he said that dad fell off the roof at the construction site he works at, broke his arm and a leg but luckily escaped anything worse. I wanted to be with him right away… Nothing was more important than dad… not college, not football practice, and definitely not my girlfriend. Hell the way we’re heading I think we’ll be broken up soon anyways.

So, I took the red-eye out of LAX and was home by early morning. Dad was out of the hospital, and at home. My cousin stayed with him that night, and helped make him as comfortable as possible. With his right arm and right leg in casts, he was basically confined to his bed.

Dad lived alone, as he has since I left for college 3 years ago. I am an only child, and my mom died when I was very young so it was just the 2 of us growing up. He never remarried, in fact I don’t remember him ever even going out on dates with other women. He was the biggest flirt you could imagine, and was constantly getting hit on by women, but he never dated. He isn’t gay… I know that for sure. I used to sneak into his bedroom as a child, and spend long hours jerking off to his porn stash.. Penthouse, Hustler, and Playboy (the articles really are good, by the way!). I think my mom had set his standards really high so he could never find someone after her.

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