They had told him that those moving around would be young men between the ages of 18 and 21. This suited him just fine. They also told him others like him would be there too. The list of rules were simple and not many, three in fact, that needed to be followed to the letter.
The Pleasure Palace
The Lad with the Nicest Ass
I parked my car at the side of the road and headed off for an afternoon's stroll in the countryside. I knew that nearby there was a reservoir, as I had seen signs for it further up the road, so I headed that way. As I walked I became aware of a noise behind me. I glanced back.
Better First Time
I arrived a little early, smelling the delightful smells of his cooking even as i stood, shivering internally, on his doorstep. He answered the door with shaving cream on half his face, and a lopsided grin. He beckoned me in, showing me the living room, and taking my coat, before disappearing into the bathroom to finish shaving. He tried to keep up a conversation, but talking while shaving is a risky business at best, so i told him to hurry up and finish before he cut himself! While he was shaving, i examined his living room. Wall to wall carpet, a fireplace, soft over-sized furnishings, framed lithographs by Tom Bianchi featuring Artistic Male Nudes, all combined to give me a warm glow of comfort, badly needed to calm my fraying nerves.
Jogging In NY
This morning, driving cross town past Central Park the dedicated were running. I was having a difficult, not to say hard, time watching the display. There was one guy... legs sheathed in brilliant turquoise Lycra, loping down the sidewalk, bubble butt cheeks like firm ripe apples... As I drove by, I looked into the rear view mirror to get a front view of the tight rear... What a view... I don't think that this young man knew what underwear or a jockstrap was, from the look of his long, thick softy and sac lying down one leg pressed by the stretch fabric into his thigh.
Daddies In Lockers
They had come into the shower area, towels draped over their shoulders. Cory was across from me and a stall away and Jeff was in a stall somewhere on my side. I love looking at the bodies of older guys who are in shape. Cory, about 40 years old is around 5'8" and 163 lbs. of muscles, and has a full head of black hair. He's kind of olive-brown completed like he might be mixed with Middle-Eastern, Filipino or something. Jeff, around 42 is about 5'9" and 170 lbs and thinning red hair. His skin is freckled and slightly hairy on his forearms and lower legs. He has a rugged handsome face too. They both have big expansive chests and shoulders, hard butts and pumped arms.
Dream Of Man Pussy
"Grab that dick," he'd tell me. That was at the beginning. He trained me so well that soon, I didn't have to be told how to make him feel like the bitch he wanted to be. And whenever I was up top nursing on his huge hard man-tits like a starving baby, I'd reach down to grab that thick throbber that bounced between his muscled legs. I'd make him spread his legs real wide and pull them up like a frog. That would make his already long-dong look longer and more forbidding than it was.
Road Trip Takes a Turn and a Twist
All three of us scurrying around like rodents trying to get our suitcases packed. I remained relatively quiet as I threw my shampoo, hair brush, and other things into a bag. I could hear Cheri and Christina yapping away in the other room. "Uggh, I'm so excited summer is finally here!" Christina said. "Oh I know!" Cheri beamed as she threw her astrology book into her suitcase.
college & first time & relationship
Huge Security Guard Wants to Ride My Cock
I heard the familiar rumble of the armored truck pulling up to the front door. I noticed it wasn't the usual crew of elderly men. I watched with silent admiration as they poured out of the truck and secured the premises. I don't remember exactly what my first thought was when, having turned away for a moment, I looked up and saw him standing outside the door.
A Not so Normal Day At The Office
I felt so strange as I lay there watching his chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his sleeping breath. I wanted to cry, to laugh, to sing out load. Instead I reached over and placed my hand on his chest. I felt his heart beating under his warm skin. It seemed so incredible to think that only a few weeks ago Jason was not a part of my life.
San Francisco Life - Time of Trouble
If San Francisco is so "Gay Friendly" right now, I wouldn't be running away from a group of gay bashers! I'm guessing I should fill you in. So, it goes like this: I'm 21, gay, and I have a tight and toned body.
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