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Naturist Roommate

I had a job that brought me about 800 a month so I looked through the classified ads and found someone looking for a roommate to share a one bedroom apartment. I called the guy and went over to look at the apartment. His name was Doug. He was in his early 20s, thin, dark haired, dark skinned, and like the apartment, was a bit cluttered, but clean.
3.3 beginnings

Scruffy Guys Hookup

When I lost my job, I started hanging out in the park in the mornings. I was sitting on a bench when a scruffy looking guy in a tank top and shorts came over and sat on the other side of the bench. He had long brown hair, an unkempt beard, and looked to be about 20. He stretched his legs out and put his arms behind his head, giving me a great view of his very hairy armpits.
3.1 beginnings

Wrestling Team And New Coach

Part of my job includes being the wrestling coach. Wrestling is one of the few sports the school can afford, and has enough guys interested to field a team. Our wrestling practice room is about 20 feet by 30 feet, with no windows, and one door. The previous coach turned what was a former storage room into this wrestling room by lining the walls with wrestling mats, as well as the floor of course.
3.5 athletic

Train Station Tearoom

I take the "N" train downtown from the 34th Street station, and today, while I was running for the train, I happened to notice the train station rest-room was open. I figured I might as well pop in and check it out.
3 encounters

Three-Way Bi Guys

At the time, we all got together, we were all in our later 20's. Kyle and I had finished college together although never got together since my girlfriend and his boyfriend may not approve. When I got home one Christmas break, Ken and I hooked up for a couple of beers and got to talking.
3.8 friendship

YumLickin' Good

Since I have always been one who fucking loves tasting myself, period, on a man's body, it's even more sensual to be savoring me on another stud's ass lips. So where I am at this moment is no problem on this, my 40th birthday, doing what I love to do, and what you love me to do: Slowly sliding my hot tongue into your hairy, sweaty-wet asshole.
3.8 relationship

Closing Up Shop on Slowest Tuesday Yet

It had been the slowest Tuesday on record. In fact I had not had a single customer all day, it was raining hard and was already dark. I was just turning the sign and dropping the latch when a guy rushes up out of the gloom and tries the handle. I was just about to point at the "CLOSED" sign when I thought what the hell; this is the most excitement I've had all day.
3.1 encounters

Young Black Thief Caught In The Act

Suddenly the lights flicked on. The boy whirled around, his heart racing, and found himself facing the barrel of a pistol held by a middle-aged white man wearing thick glasses at an awkward angle -- as if the man had just thrown them on his face and didn't have time to adjust them. "Freeze," the man shouted. Tavis froze. His heart leapt. He was caught red-handed.
3.8 interracial

Young Restroom Slut Finds Love

Henry shook his head and went back to contemplating the invoices lying all over his desk. Almost five o'clock. Thank god. I couldn't wait to get out of this place. The job was really starting to get to me. The daily grind. It was making me sick. I wanted to shout to the world about my love.
3.4 relationship

The Hot Bath and Shoulder Massage

When I woke up, every bone in my body was hurting, cause I had slept on the couch. Alex and I had had a fight. Lately, he and I seemed to be sleeping in the same bed less and less. When I got to work, everybody was on my back, apparently all the lay-off's were putting everyone on edge. Then, to top everything off, on the way home, some idiot pulled out in front of me.
3.7 relationship

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