New York was the greatest place on earth to live. I still miss it a lot. But the long hard winters became a bit much for an older guy like me and I just love the Florida climate. No snow and ice suits me fine. My day job is in the publishing trade and I'm doing okay at it. Several nights a week I get to do what I really like best: I play and sing at a piano bar in town.
Hot Piano Man
Energy Supply
I have learned to take on only high-class lovers who have millions in the bank and wives and families to boot. I love to service the needs of these high rolling guys whose corporate decisions rip off you and me every day of our lives as their companies get bigger and bigger. Don't judge me too harshly; I didn't plan my life this way.
Horny Hitch Hiker
He opened the boot and handed me a large fluffy towel and I took a pair of shorts and a dry T-shirt out of my backpack. The guy drove off as I whipped off my wet shirt and dried my chest and back. Then I slipped out of my dripping shorts and the guy caught sight of my twelve-inch cock and gulped with excitement.
Horny Pickup
I dropped off my bag and I thought that I'd kill time by taking a drive to the nearest grocery store to get some flowers for mom and something for me to munch on. Half way there, the piece of shit rent-a-car stalled. When I looked under the hood, I found that the fan belt had broken. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by forests. The traffic on the road that day was virtually non existent. I had no option but to walk to the store to get some help.
Fuck In The Park
I got my huge boner out of the hole in my denims and I began to jack off in time to my neighbor's music. Although he couldn't see my cock from where he was sitting, he knew what I was doing by the way my arm jerked up and down. And then I saw an older guy who was standing nearby pull out his dick and jack himself off while looking at us.
Men At The Beach
Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting.
On His Own Terms
He was looking for an agent. I guess I was the man for the job. Derek Bailey had been at the top of the basketball circuit for years. His agent Denny Gross was an unscrupulous man. Not that Bailey hadn't made it on his own merit and abilities, but his and Denny's fabulous lifestyles were due to Denny's ability to manipulate his way through any amount of red tape.
On The Job
I began by being a dishwasher, then busboy, moving up to work in the kitchen itself as a cook, and eventually made my way to assistant chef. I never intended to stay in this line of work, but that is the way it played out. I am now 35 and am an assistant chef in an Italian restaurant. It is a good job, pays well, and I do actually enjoy it.
friendship
Meeting Man Of My Dreams At The Gym
That was the problem -- not that I was in shape but that I was a common labourer -- not that there was anything wrong with that -- but the object of my affection/obsession was a lawyer and, I was told, a junior partner in the local office of a big national firm. Way out of my league. I had dropped out of school in grade 8 and reading isn't my strong point -- nor is math or anything else associated with learning. I'm good with my hands and with tools. He was a man of learning who used his brain to make a living. We were opposites.
Dream Apartment
My class was about to start so i turned off my cell and prepared myself for two hours of statistics. I should've brought a pillow...... After waking up from my nap, my class was over. I checked my cell phone and found out that someone had left a message. "Hi, this is Brad, the guy with the apartment. Anyways, i just got your message. If you want, you can come by between 1 and 3 and check out the place and see if your interested....." Timing could'nt have been more perfect. i had a 4 hour break and what better way to kill the time than apartment hunting. I followed the directions that Brad had left on the message and walked up to quite a nice looking building. I climbed a few flight of stairs and reached his door and gave it a knock.
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