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Australian Idyll “In Australia, we got a special name fer people like youse,” the old man said to me, squinting out from under his broad-brimmed hat. “We call ‘em poofters.” “Poovers?” I enquired tentatively, not certain I’d heard him right – his accent, after all, was a bit thick. “No ya dozy twat,” he yelled at me. “POOFTERS!” Well, welcome to Australia, I thought as I began to...
Our ride back to the family homestead after that frenetic sex frolic on the top of a nearby hillock was calm and quiet and uneventful – which was not the way Andrew thought it might have been. Instead of a fairly sedate trot on our separate horses, Andy’s original idea was that we should ride back stark naked on a single animal with him seated behind me and his formidable cock jammed up my ass...
The horses in the homestead yard are kept in an open corral – there’s never any threat of snow and very little of rain either, so there’s no need for a barn. When the four young men in the homestead got up that morning – make that, rose from their beds – there was a general rush to the corral to saddle the horses for the day ahead while Frank, the Father, fired up his Aga stove and set to work...
Physically, my father, his brother and their father – my Grandpa – don’t have a lot in common. Thank God, I don’t look like any of them. Grandpa has a fat and hairy body. He is bald on top with a ratty looking gray hair fringe that hangs in a U-shape round his bald patch. He’s got piggy little eyes, a big, red-and-blue veined nose and a mean little mouth with wet, purplish lips that always...
My Dad’s name is Simon Horniman – a fact that seems to create endless mirth wherever he goes. To make things even more complicated, he has a business partner, Alex, who’s gay. Fortunately, Alex is pretty conservative and doesn’t make a big deal out of gayness. They co-own a kitchen installation company; Alex designs them and Dad and his team install them. Apart from work, Dad and Alex don’t...
“Simon Horniman?” asks the nurse behind the hospital’s admission desk. “Simon Peter Horniman?” If Dad’s surname doesn’t crack people up, its combination with those two “holy” personal names usually does the trick. “Yes,” sighs Dad. “That’s me.” “The Doctor will see you in a minute. Please take a seat.” That’s easier said than done. Dad is packing a special load this evening, which is...
Edgar Chartres Things have been pretty quiet round our house since my Dad, Simon Horniman, discovered he liked being balled by his business partner, Alex. Not that my Father has found a conscience, or anything. More like he and Alex suddenly remembered that I was in the house, too, and that they had better make themselves a bit more circumspect if there was any hope that I wouldn’t discover my...
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