That no matter where you go in life either physically, spiritually, or intellectually you know that you will define so much that comes by this day and what occurred. That you will remember this day forever. How the little things will bring this day back to you. Like the smell of a particular cologne. The texture of a shirt under your hand. That way the afternoon sunshine is illuminating a room.
masturbation
The Sleeper Awakens
The Sling in a Back Room of the Gay Baths
It was connected to the ceiling by means of four steel chains. Someone told me what it was used for. I wanted to try it but time was short and I had to leave. I did not see one again until recently. I had heard about a new bathhouse in this city that I was visiting. I was on business and would have to remain there fore about two weeks.
encounters
The Slutty Kitten-Like Stray
2000 year old Kitten-like boy with the appearance of a 18 year old boy gets filled with cum.
sci-fi/fantasy
The Slutty Top and the Slutty Bottom
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
beginnings
The Spark On The Hill
It isn't because I don't find the love I want from my partner. No, it is a much different need that is fulfilled by the embrace of total strangers. This experience happened two nights ago. It has been warm recently, and two nights ago was simply beautiful, cool and refreshing, with the smell of jasmine filling the streets.
encounters
The Spy Who Came Out Of The Closet
Stuck between two points of the compass with no idea of where to go next. I was in a no man's land kind of mood getting over a broken heart, a loss of job, took the golden shower of the golden handshake, packed all my belongings. Threw them in my car, my only a companion a pewter framed picture of Charlie. Charlie with the lying eyes. He'd fallen off his bike, right in front of me.
beginnings
The Storage Unit Fuck
Mike looked so good in his starched white shirt and tie that Jim was having a hard time keeping his cock from getting hard. He hadn't slept well the night before, knowing that Mike would spend the next two nights in his bed.
friendship
The Storm Had Brewed and Was Only Getting Worse
He had been chosen out of his whole staff of co-workers to be the one to work late on the big project. The office was empty with the exception of the security guards making their rounds. Mitchell worked hard and fast to finish this project. It was sure to gain him a promotion and a much needed raise. As he worked into the night hours the storm had brewed and was only getting worse.
friendship
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.
encounters
The Straphanger
A human tide surges through the doors. I keep my seat since there are no aged or infirm to stand up for. The lady on my left pulls out a bible lesson to read, the man on my right buries himself in the Times stock market pages, and in front of me stands a strap-hanger whose crotch is a couple of feet from my face. New York. I love it. I'm not in the gay life, being married and all.
encounters
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