I looked up and saw a man standing there smiling at me. I had seen him walking down the sidewalk before and could not help but notice him He was about 45, three or four years older than me. He usually wore a short sleeve shirt and skimpy walking shorts. His arms and legs were hairy and he had a small, neatly trimmed beard.
Teaching Teenagers How Gay Sex Works
Terry's Christmas
Terry was moaning loudly while begging the stud to fuck him harder. His dad, regained his equilibrium and erupted screaming profanities as he barged into the room creating panic with Terry and his lover Rex. Rex ripped his not inconsiderable tool from Terry's tight arse as he leapt back to dodge the swinging fists of the furious man, Terry screamed in pain as the penis ripped from his anus.
That Night At The Club
That is when I turned on my slut mode. The music is loud the drinks are flying and I'm letting my body shake and spin. I was lost in a sea of people and my sweat was drowning me. I feel him looking at me so I'm gonna play hard to get. I dance myself all the way to the other side of the club. I was getting in to the music like never before just because I know he was looking at me.
The Beach Bum
It was a comfortable place with a deck, right on the beach. I moved in and sat on the deck admiring all the eye candy in speedos walking by. I noticed a young guy who was very thin walking by in oversized cut off jeans. They hung so low on him that I could see his dark bush at the top of his jeans.
The Boy On The Bicycle
He was breathing heavily and slouched on the handle bars and stared through the window at the driver. He was about eighteen, but looked younger. His hair short, with blond bangs, a T-shirt with Ren and Stimpy, short cutoffs, high-tops and slim hips, strong legs. The driver looked back at the cyclist, who was catching his breath.
The Brotherhood Of Man
They called my parents, and my father threw me out. I had no where to go, so I started living in the park, using the rest rooms to clean up, and asking guys for money in exchange for blow jobs. Older guys gave me enough money to eat at fast food restaurants, and when it rained, I slept in the covered pavilions.
The Brothers Upstairs
When the elevator finally arrived he stepped in first and went to the control panel. As I stepped in he asked "What floor?" to which I said "9 Please." He pressed 9 and I watched to see what floor he was going to pick for himself. As the elevator door started closing he pressed 10 and leaned back against the elevator wall. As the elevator headed upward I continued pretending to read my mail, stealing a glimpse of him every so often. Standing here in the brightly lit elevator with him directly across from me I had a great view of his body.
The Busdriver
I was in the sixth form and this is how I lost my virginity, to a man at least. I fantasied about having sex with men since the age of about 14. I loved the thought of another man touching me. Surfing the web and pretending to be someone I wasn't, that is, an experienced sex God, was getting tedious. Whenever I watched films, or football, even when a man was in shorts, I couldn't help but stare.
The Cock Elevator Ride
The elevator repairman called the elevator and said its going to be another half and hour until the car can be moved, so just hold on a little longer. We answered okay and I went down to my knees and sucked Brian's cock dry. Brian and I got dressed and exchanged phone numbers I am going over to his house after work for round two. I can not wait.
The Coming Out in Miami
The complex had a small, two washer, two dryer, laundry room on the first floor in the corner of the building. I had washed two loads and was waiting for them to dry. Someone had left a Playskool shopping cart there and I was sitting in it, legs spread, watching TV with my back to the doorway and not paying any attention to what was going on around me. Suddenly, I heard one of the washer lids close and turned to see this fan-fucking-tastic looking guy putting quarters into the first washer. He had thick brown hair, blue eyes, arm muscles that rippled with every movement and the most beautiful hairless chest I had ever seen. All he was wearing was a pair of shorts and flip-flops.
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