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About A Boy

It starts out by him coming over to visit and then he finds my hidden stash. A dime bag of pot and now he wants some. So I let him smoke it all and on top of it I let him drink a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. When he is drunk, he is more likely to fall for my advances. First we would kiss and I would strip him naked. For ever piece of clothing that comes off, the more I suck and lick.
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Tijuana Hotel

He'd been looking at me in the lobby bar for a while and we'd had snatches of conversation. He finished work at 2 pm, so I figured there was an opportunity for him to slip up to my room before he left the hotel. At one point he hid from the view of the other staff at the side of a large drinks cabinet and fondled his crotch.
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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.
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The Togolese Gigolo

In an instant, I felt the anvil blows of my heart as I realized that I had awoken in in Togo, West Africa. During the 7 hour flight I had indulged in one major drinking session from London, downing countless vodka & cokes as a remedy for my fear of flying. This had worked admirably but left me feeling somewhat disorientated.
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Fucked by Three Strangers on a Boat

I was a young man in my early twenties, a little chubby. I liked to go and watch the men jogging. I used to look at them and go home and jerk off thinking about them. I liked one man in particular. He had a well toned body and dark hairy legs, and in the summer he looked hot in his running shorts. I didn't think he even noticed me until he started nodding at me when he jogged by.
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The Other Side

We live far apart from each other, so real life meetings were rare, but we kept in close touch by other means. One of our few meetings was in Denver, when we both had to be there on business. Bob's childhood friend Phil lived there, and had invited us to stay with him. Bob and Phil were both 53, younger than I, and Bob had told me a little about him.
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Torpedoed

At the age of 18, I was the only member of my family to have survived the bombing of Dresden. After the war I was repatriated to Australia to live with my mother's only brother. Uncle Kurt was in his late twenties. A friendly, outgoing man, he helped break down strong anti-German feelings, still present in a country which had lost so many of its sons.
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One Night With Kenny

Kenny was a very popular guy who hosted small parties in his barracks room often. It was common to see him bringing various women to the barracks for a night of debauchery and to see the weary-eyed ladies leaving his room in the morning. One night I was at one of his parties and nearly everyone was smashed on bourbon and beer.
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Roommates Straight Big Brother

In those days you went to London and never came back, and I had good reason. I'd hit on the girls at 16 and lost my virginity, screwed around plenty, but always had an eye for the boys -- an unfulfilled horny lust until I was 19.
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Dick Or Treat

"It was boring," Ben replied, looking up at his room mate's bare legs. "Since the house is on campus, we're not allowed to serve alcohol, and there was a school administrator there all night, to make sure we didn't try anything. Even most of the brothers who live in the house had gone to their rooms, so I took off, too. I figured I'd help you clean up.
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