I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up.
encounters
Snow Day Interracial Outdoor Fun
Trip with the Russian Kid
As a geologist, it was always some kind of an adventure for me to discover new places and geographical structures. But, this was different. I was asked to give some lectures at Moscow and than to travel to the Northern part of the land with three anthropologists and a photographer, in order to find some evidences for prehistoric settlements in North Sea. It was getting very cold inside.
encounters & interracial
Inside-Out Jock Strap
Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
athletic
Jim And Jitinder
My doctor had advised me to take a couple of weeks off after a particularly stressful time at work, so I found myself here in the Lake District. It was out of season and there were only a few people staying at the hotel, mainly elderly ladies. There was really nobody who interested me, you see I like boys, teenage boys preferably. We shared a breakfast table, but little else.
beginnings
More of Colin and Phil
Come 3pm though Phil stirred with the feel of Colin behind him -and when he bent his hand behind he once again felt the magnificence of Colin's firm erection. And yet, as he stroked the growing shaft and then teased beneath with the tip of his fingers, he felt perhaps he would like to try it.
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Mark And I
The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories. I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. whatever. I couldn't stop myself.
friendship
Hot And Restless
Now this could be interesting. It was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans, or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We were all dog ass tired, turned in.
farm
Military Manstuff
My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates.
military
Movie Fantasy
I'll spread a soft quilt or blanket on the floor so that I have plenty of room to stretch and be free; I want my fantasy lovers to have it all. How about putin' on a porn film, preferably one with young guys, smooth or lightly hairy bodies, athletic, just for some company. Love to see them sucking and fucking; if they're good they can have me, too. Ready to start the fun.
encounters
Hockey Team Captain
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
college
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