As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
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Bookstore Threeway
Donut Hole
I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
encounters
Beach Fuck
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
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Couture
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
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Friendly Neighborhood Root Puller
At 32, I had become accustomed to familiar surroundings and friends of many years. But, like most other people not being born into wealth, you travel to where you can best earn the most decent living. I hadn't expected so much work to be needed in moving into our new house. The first week in our new home had me doing the typical husband deeds, mostly carpentry and landscaping.
beginnings
Gay College Initiation
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
college
Indian Cock
I was scanning the faces of the kids in my class when my eyes fell upon a particular boy. His name was Varni Shah. He'd been in the class all year, but I'd never noticed him before. This was probably partly due to the fact that he was Indian (NOT Native American). However now (mid-April) I noticed that he was pretty good-looking and had a nice-looking body. But suddenly I really wanted this guy.
interracial
Haircut
You know the kind, full of old blenders and second hand clothing. The pay was good even if you did have to deal with a few weirdoes once in a while. Most of the customers were low-income and minorities looking to make the most of their money. Some were better off with good jobs and just looking for bargains or hidden treasures. I liked flirting with the ladies that came through.
friendship
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.
college
Bunking The Stud
I'd left the city and grime of a busy week well behind and hugged the outside lane - as usual allowing no-one to overtake me on the drive to the Welsh border. Craig was meeting me and he was already there, a bit put-out that he couldn't use his new hi-tech tent as I'd wanted a proper bed following the two weeks of torrential rain.
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