I reached over and started to unbutton Doug's shirt, snaking my hand in to play with his smooth chest and nipples that immediately became hard to my touch. Laying Doug back against the cushions, I broke our kiss and trailed my tongue over his chin and down his throat. Spreading open his shirt, my tongue went straight for the nipple over Doug's heart. I circled the nipple, getting closer and closer, until finally my lips closed over it. My tongue flicked back and forth over that hot nipp and I bit lightly on it, pulling on it. With my hand, I cupped the other side of his chest. The palm of my hand rubbed roughly against Doug's other nipple. Doug squirmed and moaned a little as I worked on him. He grabbed my head with his hand and pulled me harder to his chest.
First Night Fucking
First Night Nerves
Great, that meant another hour of sitting in the gate lounge , trying to calm my nerves, with nothing more than commercial TV for distraction. I tried the Sheraton again, surely he would have checked in by now! He had promised to call me the moment he landed, but I had quite absent-mindedly forgotten to switch my mobile back on after the concert.
Gloryhole Neighbor
When Sam first slipped through that beaded barrier, I could see the interest in his eyes. Rows of guys were standing around, some of them were the usual trolls you find hanging out in glory-hole-booths, and some were young guys like Sam and me who were just looking to get off. They checked us out as we made the rounds. I told Sam about the booths and the fact that the gay section was in the last row.
The Third Choice
My ex-wife was trying to pressure my son to marry her, because he's barely 19. He says he loves her. Whereas I feel he doesn't even know what love is, he just wants to fuck her. I decide to talk about the topic with my son more directly. Try to get him to see that being gay is not that bad.
encounters
Sex With Biker Boy
He looked a couple of years older than me, maybe 21. His chin was a little stubbly, but he had a cute, boyish face and a very sweet grin. His hair was a rich blond colour, a little longer than mine, just about neck length. He had it held behind his ears with a pair of sunglasses that rested on the top of his head. He had a silver ring in the top of his right ear and one through his nose. Usually a cute face like that would be enough to send me crazy.
Bus Stop Gay Sex
"Take your time" The conductor moved closer, he rested a hand on the back of Jason's chair. As he rummaged through the junk in his pockets he looked over the conductor. He judged the conductor to be about twenty five, hair brown and cropped, his regulation dark blue uniform fitted close to a firm thighs and a tapering chest. His eyes caught the conductor's blue pools, recognition flickered instantly between them.
What I Was Waiting For
Traffic was so light, that it didn't exist at that time of night, and it was starting to sprinkle rain, with flashes of lighting illuminating a heavy bank of clouds told me it was about to do more than sprinkle. There was nothing I could do but trudge along on the verge of the highway, and hope for the best. I was tired, and decided to try to find some cover to get some rest.
encounters & first time
Fly Swatter
The damn things were driving me crazy. I'd tried everything from bug spray to those newfangled emitters that you plugged into the wall outlet for supposedly 12 hours of protection and blissful sleep. Nothing had worked as it was supposed to. I had bought an old fashioned fly swatter, and now turned on the light in my bedroom, and reached for the wire handle on my night stand.
friendship
Getting To The Bottom
At the time, I was going to the coast to dive at least one weekend every month. Several times I ended up taking along one or another of the interns who wanted to dive. Usually, they had taken a few lessons at their college, but never really dove in the ocean before.
My Cum Shooting Star
Chad's hands left my body just long enough to unbutton my shirt and jeans, leaving them in a heap on at my feet. He stepped back but never took his eyes away from mine. In what seemed like a slow motion strip, this young god started to free himself of his clothes. Under his shirt Chad had a chest that would make a young Brando look like Pee Wee Herman. It was like a marble statue in golden-tan skin. His jeans were the next to go. As he removed them (wearing no underwear, of course--what a rebel!) he unveiled a beautifully hard cock that pointed straight to its object of desire--ME!!!
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