Bridging Generations

By Bad Penny Press

"Been There" A young man filled with angst and emotion turns to a family friend and gets more than he expected.

"Up the Creek" A hike to find some privacy from family and prying eyes takes a young man to a real adventure.

"Proving Myself Worthy" A sexual relationship between cousins comes to an end, but opens the door to much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Jul 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466076167

Bad Penny Press

The home of authors Donny Dickson, Donn Falcone, Ray O. Sunshine and more, Bad Penny Press provides hardcore erotica that doesn't necessarily cross the line, but proudly stomps all over it.Our most popular stories center around "family-friendly" erotica, where love and lust know no bounds, just respected limits, but keep it all in the family. And there are many stories of cross-generational gay and heterosexual encounters, those demonstrating that an age difference makes no difference when it comes to sexual hunger, are the current primary focus.Some Bad Penny Press stories spring from fertile imaginations, while a number of them are based upon true experiences. Rape and BDSM stories do not have a home here.Please enjoy Bad Penny Press in moderation. Aw, hell... take as much as you want!

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Bridging Generations

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Been There

The knocking on the door was soft, almost as if someone was hesitant to announce their presence. It was so soft, in fact, that I almost doubted that anyone was really there and knocking for my attention. I walked to the door and opened it to find my nephew Alex standing on my doorstep. Alex, I said as I opened the door wide. What brings you here? Hey, Uncle Mike, he replied a little timidly. I was just driving by and... thought you might want to talk a bit. Yeah, sure, I replied as I opened the door and waved him in. Alex walked in past me and into the living room, looking around nervously. Is anybody else home? he asked. No, I'm alone this week, I replied. But, I thought, he should know that. Yeah, he said with a shaky chuckle and confirming my assumption. I know the family is camping, but I didn't know if you had anyone else... visiting, or anything. My family was camping with my in-laws, something I never really cared for. I mean, the in-laws were okay and going camping was so-so, but together they just didn't appeal to me at all. I'd prefer a wisdom tooth extraction without Novocaine to a week in a tent with my father-in-law getting me up at o-dark-thirty to drown worms in an attempt to catch fish that I had no intention of gutting and eating anyway. It was just easier all around if I applied to do overtime on my job as an excuse to stay home and have a couple quiet nights to myself. Have a seat, I said, pointing the skinny kid to the couch. Alex walked over to the couch and plopped down hard as if he weighed far more than his 120-or so pounds, throwing his legs and big feet out in front of him. Alex wasn't really my nephew. The gangly 18 year old was the stepson of an old friend who took to me and looked up to me more as a father figure since my old buddy wasn't real patient with the hyperactive boy as he was growing up. So, naturally, I got tagged as an uncle, something that didn't bother me at all. Like I said, Alex was a hyper teenager, going through periods of bouncing off the walls to deep and dark depressions. The wild mood swings really drove his stepfather nuts, but I knew where the kid was coming from and what he was dealing with since I had been there myself. In many ways Alex was a reflection –