His barrel chest was covered by the thinnest of white T-shirts, cut into a workman's V in front, and the dense fur covering his chest jetted forward like a weedy field. Sprouts of hair protruded out the neck of the T-shirt, and his thick arms were just as darkly covered. A Grizzly Adams gone bad, I thought. He wore a black leather vest that had definitely seen some use - he hadn't just bought this one upstairs, and well-worn levis that looked as if he'd just rebuilt his motorcycle without washing them. I was very attracted to him because of his size, his carelessness, his non-civilized bestial aura. But I decided that he wasn't interested in me, so I finished up my drink and left the bar.
Held Captive By Leather Guy
Rapid Service
I was just returning from a delivery. Since all transactions were prepaid before delivery, all company routine required me to do was get a signature from the customer confirming delivery and check in with the accounting office upon returning. The reason for this was that occasionally a customer wasn't home when I made a delivery, and when something had to come back it played hell with the books. Joan, the accountant, never let me hear the end of it when I had to bring something back. We were both twenty-four and still caught fast in the silliness of youth, which is probably why we got along so well.
My Neighbor
As I got back to his apartment, I purposely dropped the jar on the sidewalk and it shattered. My intent was to get him to look around and see that I was able to see him naked. It worked! The jar made a noise from hell and he turned around. I made a point of looking at him, picked up the pieces (making sure to get every piece, lest he might damage one of his perfect bare feet!) and continued to the dumpster. When I came back by, I *knew* I would have this guy, as he was simply standing in the window, blinds closed even further but still very sufficiently open to see what was inside. He was facing the window from the rear portion of his living room, stroking his half-hard dick and acting like he was looking at the TV. I made a point of waving at him but continued back to my apartment.
Young 20yo Gay Chatroom Visitor Turns Out To Be Hunk That Fucks Me Hard
We sparred back and forth for a few minutes. I reminded him of our talk on the phone. He remembered the talk and me. I'm much older than he is, 44 as I type this, he is twenty years old. He sounded gay on the phone. I like that. I like young guys. They are usually hot. I was almost out of beer and cigarettes, time for the 7-11, but I wanted to see if he was interested first.
The Coming Out in Miami
The complex had a small, two washer, two dryer, laundry room on the first floor in the corner of the building. I had washed two loads and was waiting for them to dry. Someone had left a Playskool shopping cart there and I was sitting in it, legs spread, watching TV with my back to the doorway and not paying any attention to what was going on around me. Suddenly, I heard one of the washer lids close and turned to see this fan-fucking-tastic looking guy putting quarters into the first washer. He had thick brown hair, blue eyes, arm muscles that rippled with every movement and the most beautiful hairless chest I had ever seen. All he was wearing was a pair of shorts and flip-flops.
Net Lovers Meet For The First Time
At the Airport Josh had conned his folks into getting there early so they didn't miss Clay. As the plane touched down it seemed like eternity to get through customs until finally there they were facing each other in the flesh for the first time. Josh put out his hand for Clay, accepting it as he did so, and they shook as if aliens having sex. A tear rolled down Josh's cheek as he was overwhelmed by emotion. Then Josh introduced Clay to his parents nodding there heads in approval. Not knowing what there son and his Aussie mate would get up to behind closed doors.
Moving In And Getting Fucked
Jerry stood for a moment longer than necessary and then walked on to his apartment, set the box down on the floor, and began to dig in his pocket for the key. Casey got up and walked after Jerry, much the way a little puppy will follow the first kind face that it sees. As Casey approached, Jerry could see that he was short, but stocky and muscular.
Jose's Kisses Are Magical
He stirred for a moment and I pulled my hand away. His feet moved up and down for a moment, in the fashion of a kitten that has been weaned too young, pulling the sheets and my comforter down, exposing the golden brownness of his chest. The cute little circles of his nipples came into my view, the manly cleft down the front of his chest, just a hint of body hair in the morning sun. I wanted to wake him up, but I decided to let him rest. Sweet Jose, lovely and strong, powerful and gentle, so kind and yet so hard, I thought about a pot of coffee, I did not want to move. The warm sun was streaming into my bedroom now, broad beams of morning cheer, promising another lovely California day. His nostrils flared very lightly with every breath, I wanted to kiss him and wake him up.
The Voyeur And The Dick
"Good afternoon", he said with a nod. I smiled back and returned the greeting, not taking my eyes from him. He walked over to a small table and browsed through the magazines that were piled there. With one hand he undid the button of his jacket and then slid his hand into his pants pocket, pushing the jacket back as he did. Of course, as a true gay man, I checked out his crotch as soon as it was revealed. The light fabric revealed a nicely packed basket. Actually, it was more a strained basket than a packed one. His shirt was pulled tautly over a well developed chest. He flipped through the magazines a few more times and then sat down across from me empty handed.
Doing Hard Time in Prison with Cocksucker on Knees in the Shower
I convinced Pete to shower closer so I could see more of what was going on. I was a hot scene, watching those three guys sucking off cock after big hard cock. Guys just waiting in line to use those cocksucker's mouths. I saw a few guys pull out and cum all over the guys faces but for the most part the guys shot their loads in the cocksucker's mouths. I was turned on but didn't want to get a hard-on to let Pete know I liked what was happening down there. Then again I could have lied and told him I liked the "getting sucked off" part. A big black guys was standing there, his hands around this white guy's head, holding it in place as he fucked the guy's mouth. You could tell the black guy was really enjoying it. The cocksucker was on his knees and taking that black bone with every thrust.