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Unzipping Ken

If only that shed could talk, the stories it could tell, all those pots and tools would no doubt come tumbling off the shelves and the well-used bench, where many a time I was sprawled over for the guys to enjoy me - because it was often not only Ned who shared my talents, but also his mate who both gave me something to remember.
3.2 encounters

Russian Straight Guide Shows His Gay Side

The Berlin wall had fallen and the USSR had broken into smaller republics. And the Russian Republic's economy was in tatters. All of this had led my company to send me to Moscow to seek out business opportunities. I had been in the capital for a number of weeks when I had the adventure I recount for you. It was a sweltering July afternoon.
2.9 encounters

Teen Sailor Shower Jacker Tells All - Boths Hands Action

That was in the "head", where shower stalls had curtains. Rushing water masked sound just well enough to gamble adding masturbation to my cleaning regimen. Over time I graduated from basic pumping to variations. One favorite went like this: cupping left hand; roll soap-slicked balls around and around while pressing cock shaft upward with thumb.
3.6 masturbation

Two Young Men and The Audit

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the office door open and Adam make a bee-line straight for me. Oh shit, I thought, smiled and swiveled my chair to watch the auditor take the last few steps towards me, laden with a very full lever-arch file. Placing the file on my desk both our eyes studied the page in front of us.
4.1 encounters

Rambone Gay Cowboy Story

It was late evening, we sat in front of the roaring fire. Harvest Rambone, U. S. Marshall, sitting in the big armchair, his belly full of my good cooking. I sat on the carpet by the hearth, gently laying my arms on his broad thighs, my head in his lap. The fire lapped us with bright orange gleams, and it was time for stories.
3.4 historical

Religious Salvation

Four other cars were parked there already. David had said to use only the door on the right. I rang the bell and the door buzzed. Entering there was a stairway going down. At the bottom of the steps there was a long narrow passageway with only one dim bulb about fifty feet down. Taking a deep breath, I headed towards it.
3.9 encounters

Mike and Me Sweat Together

Mike had been straight -- married even -- and for a long time I just assumed our friendship would always be platonic. We never even discussed the fact that I was gay, although Mike was a smart guy and I knew he'd more or less figured it out. But he didn't ever bring it up in conversation, seemed to not even want to discuss it, so I just let it lie.
3.8 friendship

Bowling Alley Paisans

In my late teens and just ready to graduate high school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my life providing sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having kids. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. I had this strange fascination about watching men urinate.
2.9 encounters

Sex Cult Star Pupil

I had to write a paper on sexual taboos in various religions, and went to the internet, reading up on various religions. I found a small cult, who were Buddhist gays, and I started reading up on them. Far from being an excuse for orgies, they considered sex with another person to be sacred, because you shared your most intimate places with someone else.
3.3 beginnings

Men At The Beach

Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting.
3.1 beginnings

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