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My parents were redneck crackers who moved from Illinois to California in the sixties. The area where my dad bought a house was in San Fernando, what you would call ‘the barrio’. Mostly Mexican. How they hated it. I was forbidden to play with the ‘dirty Mexicans’ right from the start. This was a serious threat as I would be beaten for an infraction. This had a lasting effect on me, but not the one my parents wanted. I was innocent, not corrupted by racism, and I saw nothing wrong with the cute brown Mexican boys in my neighborhood who grinned and talked so dirty. Or the cute brown girls eith… Läs mer

I thought it was time to tell the story of my first time with a guy, it is the story I told my stepson Brian about before our first fuck. Only difference is, I told him that I was 16 and I actually had just turned 13. Anyways I grew up in a small town in B.C. Canada and my best friend was a year older than me and lived next door. That summer we wanted to go fishing at a small lake, about 7 miles out of town through a lot of bush, but with a trail good enough for 2 young guys. Most people in town didn't even know the lake or pond, more truthfully was even there. Anyways we bullshitted our… Läs mer

I had realized That I was at least Bi when I was in my mid 30's, I had been able to get a few hook ups from the m2m chat rooms on aol,I found that I liked pleasing the other guy,mostly by sucking but had been fucked twice by this time.I had heard about a gay cruising area near my house at a park and ride,so one night after having a few drinks I got the courage to check it out.It was a pretty big parking lot surrounded by woods,When I got there i parked,watched guys get out of their car walk into the woods,it was about 1130 pm and I was surprised how many guys were there.I decided to go into th… Läs mer