”We walked about twenty feet away from the campsite, into some trees. We could still hear the other boys at the site, but couldn’t see them anymor.... We both unzipped our jeans, pulled our cocks out and let loose.“Fuck, that’s better,” I said, eyes closed, head to the sky.“Man, it’s cold tonight,” said Matt, over the sound of both our streams of piss hitting the rough ground.I looked towards Matt. “I know what’ll warm you up,” I said. “Draw swords!” I jerked around and directed my piss stream. ’ All of the events in my stories at this time are true and only names and perhaps venues/places changed to protect others.Many years ago, around 30 or so, I had an ‘English girlfriend’ who for a short time lived in the Greater Glasgow area. She was dark haired, spoke with a London accent and had a fantastic body; her tits were magnificent, full and great pointed nipples and areola which was dark and large along with the hairiest yet trimmed magnificent vagina. She was quite simply a. . I watch my weight and stay active... I don'tknow why I do this... gave up trying to figure out why... Just accept thefact, that it is part of my personality and who I am."He sighs and says"Well you certainly have mastered the tricks of the trade. Once againI'm sorry if I misread the situation... You seem like a decent kindhearted person. Please realize that I'm not a monster... Just was caughtup in the moment... It is very hard to be a guy that is attracted to thiswhole lifestyle. We. Then, he stopped, “You can call me michael if you want, but I won’t stop calling you sweetheart sometimes.”“Michael…” I said to myself, testing how his name sounded when I said it.I didn’t know how I felt about that. I was confused. Soon, I regretted asking that question. I couldn’t avoid wondering if part of his interest for me wasn’t exactly that, some sort of taboo… He was fucking his daughter. I tried to wipe that thought away from my mind… But I couldn’t.“Does it turn you on? Knowing that.