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Tearoom Suckfest

One year my family moved, but kept me in the same junior high school, so I had to take the subway back and forth every day. One day I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and ducked into one of the subway toilets. I stood there, doing my business, and wondered why there were a bunch of guys standing around in there not doing anything.
3.6

Remembering the Taste of Cum in My Mouth

I went into the bathroom and did my usual hoping to see dick. A guy came to the urinal beside me and pulled his out. I don't know if he peed, but even though other guys were in the bathroom, he was stroking his limp dick. I couldn't believe it. He wasn't hung, but I was very entertained. He further surprised me as I could hear him moaning.
3.6 first time & interracial

Paradise Found And Lost

Bill thrust his hands into his pockets and quickened his step. The only good thing about his nightly walk home from the train station through this rough neighborhood was passing the Puerto Rican tavern called the Paradise Club. Through a large window he could see young Hispanic men drinking at the bar, shooting pool, milling around the jukebox.
3.2

Twink Memoirs in Men's Room

Its a wooded area, with a latrine type men's room. Two toilet seats and a urinal, with no divider. The toilets face the side of the urinal, so if someone is at the urinal, I can get a great view of cock. I got there about 2pm, and sat on the toilet facing the urinal, slowly stroking my cock. A guy in his twenties came in and stood at the urinal. I watched him take his floppy cock out and piss.
3.7

When the Bar Closes the Fun Starts

When the doors closed, the remaining beers had to be drunk, and soft drinks and coffee were served. The door closing had a peculiar effect on the crowd, and one hot, late-summer night when I was there listening to my friend John, the DJ, things got a little out of hand. Out of hand and out of pants.
3.3

Wow Is That Dad?

I was grateful I had my summer construction job. I finished packing my lunch as my dad came down stairs. He also worked construction not far from the construction sight I worked. Dad had been working construction ever since I was born. Over the summer I had turned 18 and he was 36.
3

Sex Research Centre

I was a bit groggy as I looked around the room and began to remember exactly where I was and why I was here. I was in a so-called sex research centre, a study of sexual response to a variety of stimuli.
3.8

Tonight's Ranger Program: Bears

Taller than me by an inch or two, wide face with a greying beard. His blue eyes are sparkling in the dusk light here at the amphitheater where he's giving a campfire program. His arms are beefy and covered in fur, most of which is greying. Huge tufts of brown and grey fur ride up over his shirt collar.
3.5

Should I? I Did!

I went to the bathroom at work and started getting ready. I put my contacts in and I took a little time to wash around my cock and ass. I didn't know what to expect, so I got ready for everything. Once back in my office, I shut and locked the door and stripped off my clothes. Before I put my shorts on, I applied a little Vaseline around my asshole.
3.4

Waking Up in Bed with a Straight Stranger

I looked about getting my bearings. The room looked familiar, it was Pippa's house. I turned over onto my side and saw the hunky back of some guy. Who was this?! I gently lifted myself up onto my elbow and peered over the broad back to see who it was, I had no idea. I turned quickly as the door opened and my head spun.
3.9

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