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Trance 2007-10-01 11:49:00 "You're magnificent! Fabulous body, great cock, incredible!""Thanks;' Trance
muttered sincerely, even though he had heard such compliments many times before."You may get dressed now, if you like," the older man sighed. "In fact, you'll be safer if you do. I may be in my mid-flfties, but I still know how to pounce:'"Isn't that what you brought me here for?""Not exactly," the man sighed, as he sank into the padded leather chair behind his carved oak desk. He continued to look appreciatively at the strikingly handsome nude body standing before him. He even made a slight whimpering sound, then drummed his fingertips together, and grinned. "Of course, you don't have to get dressed right away," he smiled. "I'm not so old that I've stopped looking.""That's why I'm here; that's what you paid me for," the man known as 'Trance' reminded. "When a model shows up for work, and there aren't any cameras, he still gets the picture, if you'll pardon the pun:""You speak so well. Proper En
Tim's Exciting Summer 2007-09-29 10:18:00 The sun was just dropping below the horizon as Tim Claver glanced out the window of the bus. They were speeding down the straight highway bordered on both sides by farms as far as the eye could see. Tim was happy. School was over for the summer and he had three full months before he had to return to Chicago for his final year of high school. Several weeks earlier, after being perturbed at not being able to find a job for the summer, a letter had come from his Uncle Bob in Kansas. The letter had been an invitation to spend a month on the farm. Tim had leapt at the chance. He had been anxious to get our of the hustle and bustle of the city, and since he hadn't been able to find a job, this was just the chance he had been waiting for.Aunt Alice had died suddenly two years earlier, so Uncle Bob now lived alone in the big house with his son, Dave. Dave was around Tim's age, but Tim could hardly remember him. Uncle Bob's family had never come to Chicago to visit the Clavers, and Tin's fa Read more:Summer
Hot Tub Studs 2007-09-29 09:51:00 The fair city of Madison, Wisconsin has much to offer in the way of drinking establishments, but the trouble is they all close early. So, at one in the morning on a Friday night Ron and I found ourselves with nothing left to do but head back to the hotel. It was still early for us, used to the late nights back on campus in Indiana, and we wandered the streets, having been turned down at the entrance to a frat party. Hopefully there was still something going on at the hospitality suite.We had travelled the 250 miles to Mad City in a brand new gray Camaro, eating cold pizza and drinking colder beer, to join about a dozen other engineers from our university in attending the midwest regional student conference, this year hosted by the University of Wisconsin. After the first day of the conference was ended, most of us were ready to go out and paint the town. We teamed up with the two University of Ohio students sharing our room at the hotel and we did our best to have a drink in as many of
Hot Shower 2007-09-29 09:47:00 His profile had been listed on the local gay computer bulletin board for a week now: 32, 5'11", 165lbs, black hair, eyes, 'stash' & beard. Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J.O. boys. I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call (718) 555- 5555, ask for Ted.Nothing. Here he was a hot and horny man, tired of the bars and back rooms and ready for a dynamite fuck session and... no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: "No per- sonal messages waiting."He looked down and noticed that his cock was jutting out from his under his shorts, rock hard and dripping precum onto the chair. It didn't take much to get that thing up and ready for action. He reached down and with his finger and gathered the juice that had collected in the loose foreskin around his dick. Even with his prick pumped up Read more:Shower
Fantasy First 2007-09-29 09:44:00 I will never forget those graveyard shifts at night that I worked last summer. I was in the middle of my work when I began to fantasize about what I would like my first gay experience to be like. It was more than I could stand and I had to relieve my horny feelings right away, so I took a jar of petroleum jelly and headed to the boys' bathroom lounge where I stripped my clothes off and entered one of the stalls. I knew it was safe for me to be in the bathroom because it was graveyard and I worked by myself, nobody would know I was in there dreaming about getting stuffed by another males' penis. I moved out of the stall and went into the lounge area of the bathroom where there was a sofa and a mirror in front of it. I sprawled out across the sofa and stared at my bare body in the mirror. I had often masturbated at the sight of my soft and hairless body. I have always enjoyed shaving my legs and buttocks and pubic hair so that I could be soft and sensuous in my jerk off moods and fanta Read more:First
Imagination 2007-10-12 10:57:00 They called me the Great Illusion, and with very good reason: I am the best magician in the world. What's more, I travel light: one suitcase containing my tuxedo, my cape, my turban and of course my magic wand! I work the nightclubs, on the stage and at private parties, My illusions are so brilliant that nobody can figure out how they work, no, not even the other magicians who'd give anything to discover my secrets.Perhaps you'd like to try.I had just finished a stage performance when a famous film star, one of the newer breed of the brat-pack (let's call him Matthew for now, to conceal his real identity) came back to congratulate me. Matt isn't gay, but he had always been a fantasy of mine. I had had wet dreams about this guy, a celebrated cock amonsgt the ladies, who had vociferously renounced being gay amongst consenting adults.So, as you can imagine I had mixed emotions about this guy. But Matt didn't know I was gay and there he was shaking the hand that shook the cock that l
The Diver Down 2007-10-11 10:55:00 Steve stepped into the bar with a little apprehension. It was one of the rare occasions that he actually went into a gay bar. He had heard about the steamy sex that went on in the back room of "The Diver
Down", the bar he had just entered. He was curious to find out more. He sauntered past a few old trolls who stared him down, making him feel a little uneasy about the place. Yet he still continued towards the bar. Easing up to the bar, the bartender noticed him right away, "Can I see some I.D.?", the bartender asked. Steve, although he was twenty-five, had the appearance of a seventeen year old. Steve obliged and with a little argument from the bartender finally got his drink, a whiskey sour. Whikey sours always made Steve hornier than hell and he wanted to be ready for whatever lay ahead. He took his drink and stepped away from the bar and began to circle the club, cruising the joint.He noted a few guys around his age that he wouldn't mind dropping to his knees and giving them the bl
New Convert 2007-10-10 10:51:00 Chicago is a hell of a lot different than downstate Illinois. I love living in Chicago, but even after five years, I'm still learning every day. I spent four years at Northwestern, then started a job at First Chicago. College was great for meeting gi rls, but now I seem so much younger than most people in my office, and the 50-60 hour work weeks don't actually make it easy to meet and date girls.To put it bluntly, I had grown pretty damn horny. Sometimes I would see the prostitutes on North Avenue as I would drive home from friends' on the northwest side of town (Bucktown). I was usually a little liquored up, so I looked hard at those prosti tutes. Damn if it wouldn't be nice to get a fuck or a blow job. They looked nasty, though, and I knew that it would not be a very good idea to partake in their favors.As I returned one night, I picked up a Reader as I walked to my apartment from my car, because I knew it had an adult classified section. Maybe I could get hot from reading some o Read more:Convert
A Simple Fantasy 2007-10-09 10:49:00 A Simple
Fantasy This is one of my first fantasies, and has, as yet, gone unfulfilled. It's not kinky, it's not outrageous, and it is not bizarre. Just a simple fantasy that always seems to elude me. After reading this you will say to yourself; "How odd that the poor boy can not fulfill such a simple fantasy." Am I strange? Am I odd? No. I simply have not been with anyone who feels the need to entertain my fantasy. I lose the leadership role rapidly. I know what the problem really is. I simply do not assert my desire and make it known to my partner. So for all you potential partners out there, here is my first fantasy. We have never met in person, but have talked a few times on a computer bulletin board. His name is Paul and he is my age and basic build, or so he has told me. Actually, I have no real reason to disbelieve him. Anyway, we finally arranged to meet and get to know each other in person.I sit at the table in the coffee shop and wait for my..... date? Seems odd when I say i
Puerto Vallarta 2007-10-08 11:08:00 I sat in the condominum high above the Playa Los Muertos on the Pacific Ocean and watched the NBA finals between my Chicago Bulls and whatever team they heppened to be playing this year (the opposing team does not matter as we come to think of the NBA finals as our annual end of spring event in Chicago). I was rather suprised because I was watching the finals on the Atlanta NBC affiliate - local Atlanta news live on the west coast of Mexico too. What is the world coming to?Of course the Bulls won. Gigantic waves were crashing onto the beach with a steady, rhythmic roar, there was a breeze blowing in off the ocean, the sky was brilliant from a billion stars, but it was as hot as an oven. Is there any wonder why everything in Mexico seems to be variations on a theme of brown? It had been a busy day, I did not feel like going out, so I sat on the big balcony overlooking the ocean, the beach, and the northern section of the city as it terraced up into the mountains. No much seemed to be ha Read more:Puerto
Roseate Tom 2007-10-07 12:24:00 I come here once every week or two, during the odd hole in my teaching schedule. I love this place; it's where I really learned to suck cock. (My previous experiences, though fairly numerous, were all awkward, trembly, inexpert. One kind-hearted gentlemen suggested that I should just go home and stick to my wife.) In part, I've learned by discovering what another man can do for my cock when I offer it to him. Mostly I'm just comfortable in a t-room in a way I never was in any other setting; the point of the place is to maximize everybody's satisfaction, as quickly and easily as possible.(My routine is to suck guys off - one man, two, three, however many make themselves available - for maybe 45 minutes, climbing a ladder of arousal, then shooting my load in another cocksucker's mouth as a finale. Well, it usually isn't that easy; there are all these other guys at various places in their own programs, and a fair amount of negotiation is always in order. Like I say, maximizing satis
True Story of Hooker Encounter 2007-10-06 12:10:00 Interesting experience. I've never talked to one before. Anyway, my friend John and I were driving in my Dad's van. It's one of those small Chevy vans with the back that opens up; you see them everywhere. We drove first over to Exchange Place. State Street that Saturday was a zoo. Teenee-bop'ers all over the place getting all wet because some girl gave them their telephone number. Exchange place had about 2-3 groups of 6-7 people each. For some reason, that entire weekend was 'fatties' weekend. There were fat people at the bar, the gym, and out on the street! When I say fat, I don't mean medium build. Some of these guys probably haven't seen their feet in years, and use about 1/2" of water in the tub before they climb in and spray the ceiling.So we drove on to 300 South. We were heading east just off of Main street when we spotted about 4 men, separated by a fair distance each. Some people were parked and other men were up at their windows talking to them. As we drove along, Jo Read more:Hooker
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Ian and Kyle 2007-10-04 12:06:00 "Once upon a time... there was a little black girl in the Brewster Projects of Detroit, Michigan. At fifteen she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair talent scout and her modelling career took off... she was travelling the world wearing the finest designers... Poochi, Goochi... and Floroochi..... You better WORK!"The music started pumping through the speakers after Aunt Ester's introduction, and the shuffling crowd started to sway to the beat. I closed my eyes for a moment and just felt the waves of sound as they hit me, and my body started to groove. If I reached out with my senses I could feel the two of them near me, dancing together and with their friends. They appeared so playful and carefree. I opened my eyes and looked in their direction. Ian was watching me, apparently somewhat intrigued by the offer that I had made earlier. I raised my arms to hold my head and slowly gyrated my hips, allowing the motion to highlight every contour of my crotch. When I opened my eyes again the
Bathhouse Beer 2007-10-18 14:15:00 The Club Bath house in Pittsburgh was the first one I'd frequented. Until I discovered the relative luxury of the CBC franchises in Cleveland, the somewhat run-down state of the Pittsburgh tubs didn't bother me. It always served its purpose of finding hot, able-bodied men ready to fuck and suck without even speaking a word of introduction.Upon this particular visit I made my way up to the second floor where the seedy rooms were located. The rooms in this bath house had a definite "bunkhouse" atmosphere as they were all located next to each other with a single hall running the outside perimiter. The rooms had no individual ceilings so the collective moans and grunts could be heard echoing off the high ceiling of the complex.I unlocked my room and turned on the solitary red bulb as I stripped off my levis and flannel shirt. I donned the customary towel as my only attire and prepared to make the rounds of the upper floor, peering into the opened doors to view naked men fondling themselv
International Affairs 2007-10-17 14:11:00 For many years, I've worked and fucked around the Middle East and North Africa, so I can speak with authority about sex among Arab men and boys.When I was at school, an older boy said that Arabs fucked a woman for children, a goat for necessity but a boy for pleasure. It was several years later that I began to realize the profound truth of this analysis. Almost every Arab I've met has been bisexual. It is considered "normal" for boys and teenagers to provide sexual gratification for their elders, but when they themselves grow up and take a wife (or wives) their passive role is ended. It is not considered "normal" for a mature man to play the woman, but it is understood and accepted, albeit with a certain amount of contempt. This is where the Arab demand for money is often misunderstood: they are not by nature hustlers but they have to establish in their own mind when they have sex with men that they are men selling their services with the same honesty as a man toiling in the fields. Read more:International
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Mike and Rick 2007-10-16 14:08:00 It was 2:30 in the morning, and I had been out dancing at a gay club in West Hollywood with some of my friends. After the club closed, we went to this all night restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard, which is the infamous gay strip in Los Angeles. When we sat down at our table, I looked around and behind us were these 3 kids. The one, Mike, was 18, with dirty brown sort of medium long hair, and not too punked out. The 15 year old's name was Rick, and he had short black hair, that was spiked a little, but mostly just messed up. He had on a tight white T-shirt, with an open blue jacket and black jeans, and around his neck there was a thick chain, that was fastened in the center by a giant safety pin. However, he didn't look scary or anything... he was adorable with big brown puppy dog eyes and a totally smooth baby face. Also, he was smoking these "clove cigarettes" which I had never seen before, but they smelled like cloves, and they must burn a hole in your throat. Finally, there was
Different Evening 2007-10-15 11:07:00 My work often took me out for several days away from home and on this particular time I was headed out for what I thought to be a two day trip. When I got to the area I got a motel room and then headed out to the work location. I worked a long day pulling soil samples around some old oil wells and got in well after dark. I was just about to shut off the light and go to sleep when the phone rang and a guy named Brian called and said he was from the oil company and that he was coming out in the morning to see how the job was going. I said that was fine with me, although normally these company men just slow me down with questions and nitpicking about the job. But I thought if the guy would pitch in an help we might get done faster and get home sooner.Brian showed up at my room about 7:00 having driven for 2 hours. This was already half an hour past my starting time so I was a little irked from the very start. But as it turned out Brian seemed to be a friendly guy and I decided to give him
The Hitchiker 2007-10-14 11:01:00 The ride from Calgary to Vancouver on my Harley was long haul. It was a hot day, but my bare chest under my leather riding jacket was cooled by the wind. My armpits were sticky with sweat. The smell of gasoline, sweat and leather would mix and mingle in my nose. In the distance, after the Banff turnoff, was a dark figure at the side of the road. I slowed to get a better look, and the young man put out his thumb. I pulled over on the shoulder, and looked in my handlebar mirror, as the hitcher ran up the road toward me. He was wearing a headband, leather jacket, jeans, T-shirt. He said "thanks for stopping. Could you gimme a lift to Golden?"I gazed at him briefly, through my mirrored glasses, dismounted and detached the spare helmet from the bike. "Put this on", I said, as I handed him the helmet, and remounted my bike. He did as requested, and hopped on the pillion seat behind me. "Have you ever ridden pillion before?" I asked."Sure have", he responded. "Do you mind if I hold on to you?
Restroom Queen 2007-10-22 11:58:00 My first real cock sucking adventure didn't happen until I was nineteen years old, I was in college and still living with my parents. Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town. I was really feeling horny and wishing I could suck on a cock, I then thought of this rest stop out near the county line that had dirty writing on the wall when I stopped in once. And I wondered if it was possible that guys actually met there for sex, well I decided to go find out. I pulled up to the rest stop and it was pretty much deserted except for a couple of cars, I went inside and read all the writing on the walls. They were asking for hard cocks, or to get fucked up the ass.Too bad I didn't have a pen or I may have added something up there, Read more:Restroom
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Piss Slave 2007-10-21 14:21:00 I'd just arrived in New York City for my vacation; I made my way to the friend's house where I would be staying, only to find them gone. They had, however made arrangements with the super to get me a key, so I was OK. The only problem was that my "guides" were gone, and I was left in an unfamiliar city alone.Recalling a bookstore that the cab had passed a few blocks away, I did some quick unpacking and went to the bookstore, and returned armed with some maps of the city. Pulling my handy gay guide out of a suitcase pocket, I set about locating myself, and something interesting to do that evening.Fortunately for me, my friends lived in a nice section of Greenwich Village, so many of the places I planned to visit were but a short walk away; I wouldn't have to deal with the subway system on my first outing. I finally decided on the infamous Spike.I wound up there fairly early; even though it was a Saturday, the place wasn't terribly full yet. I strolled around the bar, admiring the co Read more:Slave
The News Stand 2007-10-19 14:18:00 As you might recall, I had my first video arcade experience in October when the time change provided me the convenience.Good thing my wife doesn't know what goes on at the newsstand. Otherwise, she never would have sent me there to buy a Christmas present for her girlfriend. I told her that I wasn't sure how long it would take and she said that she didn't care. Wow!So on the was home from my workout I stopped at the newsstand. I quickly located the "Teaser" vibrator/dildo for her friend and purchased it. This was the same model I had bought for myself back in October. It was only about an inch thick so I ended up buying a larger one (1.5" shaft with 1.75" head attachments) and gave the original one to my wife. It is purple. The new one, the only one of that model they had, was black. She said that since her friend is prejudiced, she would put her purple one in and use the black one.I then gave the salesman $3.00, $1.00 for admittance to the arcade and $2.00 of quarters. The salesman Read more:Stand
The Cannery 2007-10-26 12:09:00 I was 16 when I first went to work at the Oconomowoc Cannery in Wisconsin during the pea canning season, but it wasn't until the summer of my 18th year that I found out how much fun sex with hardworked, hardbodied horny men could be.In the early 50's the Oconomowoc cannery only operated during harvest season for corn and peas. Everyone who worked there, lived in barracks and ate in the company chowhall. It was eight weeks of hard work. Everyone under 18 was heavily chaperoned.Although it wasn't much by today's standards for the 50's the pay was great. We worked from 7am to 8pm, seven days a week for eight six weeks and went home with over $1000 and several cases of canned peas and corn. Which was a small fortune to a 18 year old farm boy in 1952.The first two years it was all work and no play, however the year I turned 18, prior to going active with the National Guard, I decided to spend one more two month stretch canning peas and corn.Gary Trapper, a friend from High School who w
A BBS Tale 2007-10-25 12:06:00 A good many years ago, I was assigned by my boss to look into computer bulletin board systems. We were bidding on a contract that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any experience with such things. So with my boss's blessing, I sat down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS board world had to offer. The local computer handout mag had a pretty complete listing of numbers in the back. After trying a few pretty ordinary boards, I began to notice the numbers of some all-gay boards. Remember they told me I should do it! So I began to sign onto several of these... The basic rule of BBSing, I've figured out later, is marketing. How do you present yourself in cyberspace so that you'll appeal to those you want. A pretty good rule, I've found is that most people subtract five years and ten pounds, and add two inches...but I was new then, and I was honest. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of. In my mid-thirties, I had the taut muscles and the blond
Apartment Sexcapades 2007-10-24 12:03:00 It was late one night when I discovered I needed some "must have" ites for the bathroom. I was in my sweatpants and nothing else...watching tv and didn't want to dress...so I stepped into my topsiders and threw on my leather jacket. It was warmer out then I suspected so I pulled the coat open and walked thru the streets towards the store. "Hi" a quiet voice said as another walker said as he approached. I stopped and looked thinking it was someone I knew. He stopped to.I realized it wasn't anyone I knew. "where you headed" I mumbled something and he asked if I wanted a cool drink since I looked hot in the leather jacket. I followed him down two buildings and went into his apartment house and apartment. As soon as he close his door he turned and reached to my bare chest and we kissed. I started to take the jacket off..but he wanted it on. We rolled on the floor, kissing feeling and gropping. His shorts allowed easy access to his cock and he had a hold of mine thru my sweatpants. He was
121st Street 2007-10-23 12:01:00 Things just aren't turning out right for me this week. Stuck in New York for a convention that my boss has made me attend (against my will, no least) I'm surely not a happy camper. To add to the negative attitude of just having to be here, getting here just had to be the pits. Here I am on 121st street, lost and being followed by 3 Hispanic guys. I can feel the tension and fear rising. How am I going to get out of this mess.Let me start from the top. John (my boss), suggested that to improve our sagging sales, someone should travel to New York and attend their fashinon convention and bring back a new line of clothes. I got elected. No volunteering, just elected (negative aspect number 1).My plane was scheduled to leave in 1 hour (luckily I keep a packed suitcase for these unexpect occassions) and I had to get to Hartsfield Airport from Alpharetta. That in itself was a joke. A speeding ticket later, I had missed my plane by 10 minutes. My regards for on-duty cops will surely improve w Read more:Street
A BJ For The Plumber 2007-11-01 09:12:00 My wife and I had been having trouble with the faucet in the bathroom of our apartment. It had gotten clogged up with grit and wasn't flowing properly. We called a plumber, who agreed to work on it the next day. We decided that I would stay home from work in the morning to be there for the plumber, since she had some meetings that would be difficult to reschedule and my morning was clear.The appointment was for ten a.m., and he buzzed right on time. As I opened the door to greet him, I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. He had big dark eyes, with long black eyelashes, and fashionably short hair. He looked about 30 years old (I'm 31) and about 5' 9" tall (I'm over six feet). He smiled a greeting and said, "Hey, you havin' trouble with a faucet?"I quickly got my thoughts back to the problem at hand. "Yeah," I said, and led him to bathroom. He tried the faucet and saw the trouble. "Hafta come out," he said. "I got one like it in the truck." He turned to go back for his tools and
Cruising the Video Store 2007-10-31 09:09:00 As I wake I feel the aching of my cock pressed into the sheet under my stomach, vying for as much attention as the insistent pressure in my bladder. With a groan, I roll over onto my back to alleviate at least the pain in my dick.Damn. I was sure that Paul would be showing up for poker last night. I had hoped to invite him up to my place after for a cup of tea, and maybe a little action. Paul's not really my type, I mean I wouldn't want to live with him, but he's a nice guy, and if we're both aware that the sex is casual then I don't see a problem with it. When he didn't even show up, I starting taking shots of the Old Grand-Dad that homophobic ex-army friend of Gwen's had brought with him. Actually, he's a nice guy, I like him, but he a racist and, although I never brought up homosexuality with him, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be too receptive to the concept.I roll out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I stand in front of the toilet, thinking about swimming in Lake O Read more:Cruising
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Splatter 2007-10-30 12:11:00 Walking my usual late-night route home from work, I relaxed and slowed my step. A three day weekend was up, and I looked forward to having the free time. Passing near a park on my way to a house, I heard a footfall behind me. "Hey dude." I turned around. Behind me there was a dark-haired man with a trim moustache. I'd seen him around. He smiled. "I've spotted you at the Gold Mine. Heading out there?" "No" I said, noticing his piercing blue eyes for the first time. "I'm heading home. Wanna beer?" I said. "Sure."He smiled at me, and my eyes fell on the chest hairs that barely peeked out over his T-shirt. He obviously worked out, but he was no muscle queen; just very well proportioned. As we headed toward the apartment wordlessly, I got to appraise him some more. Beautiful round ass; a promising bulge in his 501's. "Hold on a sec" he said, stepping into an alley. "I need to piss." The sound of his peeing made my cock stir. I could see his jeans bunched up around his ass, I watched the
The Pickup 2007-10-29 12:13:00 I was sitting at a table with a bunch of coworkers watching the folks on the dance floor. Feeling particularly bored, I started looking around the bar. My hopes weren't up very high, since it was a straight bar. I noticed him standing about 10 feet away, dressed in tight jeans, a white shirt open at the neck and black western boots. My eyes travelled up and down his form. He had dark brown hair, about 6 feet tall and I'd guess about 170 pounds. He appeared to be in his mid to late 20's. He had a nice small ass, which the tight jeans clung to nicely.Just as I thought to myself "Now there's a hot young stud!" He happened to turn and look in my direction. Our eyes met for a few seconds. Since I'd had a few beers I was feeling brave and decided to see how long he'd look. It took him a second or two longer to look away than most straight guys would hold eye contact. After he turned away, I glanced back toward the dance floor and smiled to myself.Every so often i would glance over in h Read more:Pickup
Cocksucker! 2007-11-03 09:16:00 For the past few years my standard Saturday morning routine has involved stopping by the adult bookstore to look for hot new mags. Only last week did I once again buy the required tokens to cruise the peep show booths. It seemed funny to be walking the boards once again, posing and keeping an eye cocked for an interested party.As any veteran of the stalls will tell you, good fortune can come at the most unexpected times. What should be a hot time late on a Friday night can be a bust, while I have had some delicious feasts over the lunch hour with horney businessmen who unzipped the fly in their expensive suits for some quick bookstore cocksucking.This morning while I wandered the maze of dimly lit booths I did spot a hot looking fellow making the run back to the main counter for tokens. He was a cunning specimen, 30-ish with a trim military look to him, showing a nice set of pecs under his T-shirt. His baseball cap and tight levis had the air of your average straight guy out on the tow
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