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Senior Citizen's Eden By Jim Stanley Chapter 1: John (Bi) John Curtis had just turned 72 when his wife Marcie passed away. It had been a close and sensual relationship throughout their fifty years of marriage. For that reason, when his son suggested that he might be better off in a senior home, he felt like his life had come to an end, an end he didn't want to accept just yet. For right up until his wife's death, sex was a vital part of his life. The stress was on the vital. While the actual count of orgasms declined, the quality and length of them increased. John and Marcie slept in the… Read more

A Confession By Jim Stanley The thoughts that follow are designed to enlighten and guide readers into my experiment with human sexuality. My book, Juvenile Sexuality, is, in a sense, the story of my life. It’s embellished by lots of fantasy, based on unfulfilled desires. The facts about my relationship with my mother and father are what drives these fantasies into my very erotic memories of them. The first fact is witnessing my father masturbate. It always happened, or most always, when we were alone at home. My mother would be away for most of the day, shopping or visiting. I was about 10 t… Read more

My Mom By Jim Stanley This is my story. Sex has always been a vital part of my life. Cataloguing my sexuality, therefore, is important in understanding the sexual fantasies and drives that occupy my mind as a 50 year old adult. I grew up with my aunt and my mom. It was the mid-1970s and they both worked at the same firm. Their everyday attire consisted of skirts and dresses as well as panty hose. My aunt was a heavy-set, red-headed woman with large breasts. Viewing her frontally, her cleavage dominated. From there, it was easy to fantasize the dominant almond areoles surrounding the nipple… Read more

Mathieu Mathieu, at this point of his life, wanted some guidance. His Belgian background was rich in the culture of Europe, which harbored many of the great works of art that adorned the public and ecclesiastical environment of Bruges. Bruges, in itself, can be beautiful or foreboding, depending on your mood and the weather. Nude statues prevail in the art world. The magnificent churches of Bruges contain works of art that depict bloody crucifixion scenes as well as bodies pierced and bloodied with arrows as was the famous painting of St. Sebastian. It was this atmosphere that dominated Mathi… Read more

Mom and Dad My name is Dan. It’s not every son that gets the opportunity to write about his parents’ sex life. But I’m the exception. I grew up in what might be described as a dysfunctional family in rural Wisconsin. But dysfunctionality, in many cases, is in the eyes of the beholder. I, for one, grew up in a loving family, a family that comprised a loving father and mother. Feelings of neglect never insinuated themselves into my mind. There was always a concern about my education and well-being. I respected both my parents as being insightful and helpful. When doing homework, for example, t… Read more

Bartolomeo A Story of Early Gay Imprinting By Jim Stanley Bartolomeo was born into a middle-class family in Milan, Italy in 1930. His father, a 60-year-old widower, provided a comfortable upbringing for this family of five, four daughters and a son. So it was until World War II, specifically 1942. The unrest of the occupation as well as the frequent bombardments by the Allies rained terror on the population of this large industrial city. Of those who could manage, they sought refuge in the countryside, as far as they could from the metropolitan areas. Fortunately, the father’s brother, the… Read more

Juvenile Sexuality By Jim Stanley Chapter 14 The Loving Years I had just turned 23, my father 75. Everything was going well at the bakery. He worked there daily with me and we enjoyed sharing the tasks and problems of ownership. At this time, we were together 24 hours of each day. One day, after a particularly grueling schedule of baking and cleaning, we came home tired. I made a chicken casserole and put it in the oven so that it would be ready when we were. I suggested a drink to relax and Dad was more than willing. The weariness showed in our faces. After two drinks, we began to rela… Read more

Juvenile Sexuality By Jim Stanley Chapter 13 Teen Crisis I was s*******n when I graduated from high school. My father turned 69. I came home one day to find a bereaved father in tears. My mother died from a sudden stroke. I put my arms around him and held him close for what seemed hours. We both loved her very much, he in a deep and special way. But it was because of her death that my life would change radically at this time. I loved my father deeply in his crisis and vowed to stay close to him. An opportunity to go to college came, but I chose to attend local schools to attain my degree,… Read more

Juvenile Sexuality By Jim Stanley Chapter 12 My Father and Bernie In my imaginings, I often wondered about the relationship between my father and Bernie. I knew that they were cousins. I knew that they both came from the "old country." I knew that they engaged in sex with my mother. But I never saw anything overt between them except a certain fondness for one another. That changed one day. I was 16 at the time, my father 68. My mother had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town. She would be gone for the day. I was at home with my father when Bernie showed up. We sat around and tal… Read more

Juvenile Sexuality By Jim Stanley Chapter 10 Bernie and Me I excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody," was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight, sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying naked beneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock. I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay there dry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and me that night. My cock stayed hard thinking of the possibilities. I imagined him coming up the stai… Read more

Juvenile Sexuality by Jim Stanley Chapter 1 Its Beginnings "He's a love c***d." These words of my mother to our next-door neighbor were my first introduction to sexuality. I was nine at the time, just coming into sexual awareness and I wondered what those words meant. I had an inkling, but I wasn't sure. I sought out my older next-door neighbor and asked him the meaning of these words. Red was quick with his answer. "It means," he said, "that your mother and father had sex at a late date in their life and you were the result." Thinking about it, my mother was 48 when I was born and my fa… Read more