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Plow Me in the Last Arcade Booth

The quiet streets had deep furrows of snow through which an occasional taxi or auto would creep. I was surprised that the coffee shop was open, and that so many hearty souls had ventured out for breakfast on a Saturday morning. A group of college-aged boys were huddled at the counter. They were wearing trendy club clothes, and I assumed that they were wandering home from a long night of partying.
3 encounters

Searching for a Room with Brad

The directions sucked. How were we going to find this stupid cafe with a cafe every 50 feet? It wasn't like it was our first time in this area. We had been here a hundred times already. I had been to the record store, the McDonalds, the grocery, and a bunch of places here before. Brad was tired from work and was getting impatient with me. He didn't even want to come down here tonight.
2.9 college & friendship

Prince And Pauper

A little too much of London's grimy streets. " Prince Hal couldn't be punished for being bad, after all, he was the boy-king to be. But I could be punished in his place. I had this great job inside the palace; I was the whipping boy. If Hal forgo a royal prerogative and broke etiquette, like farting and giggling in front of the Spanish Ambassador, I'd be in for it.
3.4 historical

Matt's Prick

When I suggested that we meet, Matt agreed immediately. This was reassuring because it implied that he had been truthful about himself. If he hadn't, he would have been reluctant to have me see him as he really was. Matt invited me to spend the weekend with him, and I eagerly knocked on the door of his house that Saturday morning.
3 friendship

The Dare from the Jock

Boy he's got a shape on him. Must be a gymnast or something. Man it is crowded in here. I guess that's normal for a Sunday night. Mmm, there he goes again. The shoulders on this guy! Shit, I better cool it. I'm starting to get hard. I wish I could hear what he was talking about to that other guy. It's so loud in here you wouldn't be able to hear an air raid.
3.8 encounters

The Twink On My Balcony

After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
3.2 encounters

The Gay Encounter in the Woods

There were no street lights, no intrusive neon signs, no light at all except for the seductive glow of the full moon. I could easily lose myself in the thought that nothing existed, nothing but the woods, and the cool breeze blowing through my hair. As I walked deeper into the woods I could hear the soothing sounds of frogs singing in the night and what sounded like a stream.
3.3 encounters

A Night In The Barn

It's raining, unseasonably cold and about 5:00 PM on a summer's eve. I have no idea where I am on this country road. I have been looking for a small town in mid-state NY to check out a farmhouse to possibly buy for hours. In my travels, I've noticed several old farms, homes and barns, it's a shame people just let this all go to hell I just love these old barns.
3.3 beginnings

Time On The Water

The fact that she had a busy summer job and was still in school left me with free time on my hands, a boat that I was still paying on, and a chance to wear fewer clothes. More than once this summer, I've found myself heading to the local boat launch solo, a cooler and a book in hand, headed out for an afternoon of tanning, swimming and getting myself into trouble.
3.2 encounters

Plantation Slave Fucks White Guy

I am a slave on a cotton plantation, I live with my woman called Portia and my child. Life is hard but good for us slaves, master Johnson up in the big house is good to us all. Well, as good as a white master can be to his slaves, but his no good white trash overseer is hard and cruel.
3.8 historical

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