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Young Latin Cock Cruising

I see young guys all day in shorts and tee shirts, or no shirts, wishing I could bury my face in their hairy crotches and suck the sweet nectar of their young manhood out of them. I frequently drive around after 10pm, looking for a lone young guy to pick up. Weeknights are best. I was driving one night and I saw a young Hispanic guy walking from a bus stop.
3.9 interracial

Eating Loads of Black Cum

When I started my love affair with dick it was right when aids was discovered. Consequently, my need to stay disease free kept me from having any of those cocks feed me their sperm. I experimented with eating my loads, and found that I thoroughly enjoy tasting and swallowing it. I had badly wanted for a long time to take a guys load down my throat, but I was always safe.
3.2 first time & interracial

The Young Bellhop Fucked by Big Cock Guest

I work the graveyard shift and some weekends when I'm not in school. I'm a senior at a local high school and my mom needs whatever money I can earn to help pay our bills. Dad left along time ago. Mom has had a couple of boyfriends, but none have ever lasted so I guess I don't really have a male figure in my life. Maybe that's why I try so hard to please the gentleman guests at the hotel.
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One Stormy Night

I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
2.7

The Storm Inside And Out

Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig. Ned was as particular about that as he was in finding the right position to fuck me.
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Trucking Up The Country In My 26 Foot Rental

I have moved many a time during my life. Having both my bachelor's and masters degrees means that I moved nearly every damn year. Out of college I thought that my moving days were nearly over. I was so wrong. First I took leave of my senses and moved from New York to Arkansas for another job. Arkansas is nice and all, with their long warm seasons.
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Three Cocks In One Night

I left the Bar at about 2:30am to walk around a bit, so the tequila could wear off and to see what kinds of stuff goes on in that area at night. Now near that bar there is an area called the "Fruit Loop", three or four blocks near a waterfront park that has lots of back alleys, where men cruise all night long.
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Tube Train Stranger

I could see the tube train as I came down the stairs so I made a dash for the closing door and flung myself onto a seat. As I loosened my tie I noticed a hot, tanned tourist sat right opposite me giving me a grin. "Close call", I gasped, and looked away, but I could feel him still staring for a moment longer.
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Sharing With Danny And Ken

What should I do? Ken could only get down on the odd occasion and was always pure delight to share an afternoon with in his very luxurious mobile caravan. This weekend seemed a possible candidate for a new session.
3.1

Christmas Weekend Three-Way

Despite a lot of chit-chat, we'd never been able to get our schedules to merge well enough to arrange a meeting, but the Christmas weekend was a long one, and we'd finally decided to go for it! Though we hadn't yet met, I had a fair idea of what Don would look like. He had just turned 29, about 5'9", about 150#. Brown hair, brown eyes, moderately hairy chest and legs, respectable dick.
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