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orchidspray
07-19-2008, 03:02 PM
Hi gang, this is a rough draft, didn't proof read it yet, just wanted to get it up and get some opinions, I've never written any compassionate of guy with guy before. Hope you savor it as much as I've enjoyed dreaming it up.
It’s not plain for a Father to admit he needs aid, not from his children anyways. But David was at that point in his life. He got divorced about a year earlier which had already left him in financial ruin and now his employer decided to drag up stakes and go their operation over seas. With alimony and youngster support to pay and rent being what it is he knew what little severance he received wouldn’t last very drawn-out if he didn’t complete something. He had to swallow his pride and call on his son Mark.
Mark is David’s son from his first marriage which ended when Mark was petite . It’s now 15 years later and Mark has been doing ok for himself. After finishing academy he landed a successfully paying nine to five job and had bought his own home. He h
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Author:lovespussie
Date:12 July 2010
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Joe's parents were divorced. They divorced when Joe was two. The mother had gotten remarried to an older guy whom Joe didn't like. John, the step-dad consideration he could do anything. He told Joe what to act and gave him lectures. But Joe fought right back and said no and was really rude.
But that is not what the story is about. The story is about Kevin, Joe's father. Kevin was 6'1 220lbs. He was 50. But for 50 he was very muscular and very in shape. Kevin had just broken up with Michelle, his girlfriend. Joe went over to his father's house since it was a weekend and the divorce said the kid could spot his father on the weekends. Oh yeah, Joe is 14 5'7 140 and in the middle of puberty. But his legs had hair already, his dick had reached 6inches not erect and worked out and had definition.
Joe was still kind of shy. He had many friends in educational facility but never hung out with them. Joe was the type of kid who played PC games and hung out at home. Anyway, Kevin had just moved into a new dwelling so everything wasn’t set up yet. The kitchen w
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After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. It was pleasant enough. But, one morning, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house.Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some good times,……until you ticked his friend off. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Unchanging sniping, and unchanging criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at night