At the knock on his door Gregory shouted "Come." The door opened and the steward entered carrying a covered tray, dinner for the traveling gourmet. As the steward began setting the dinner on the table Gregory let his eyes rove all over the young Frenchman's body. The liner's uniform was of the old school, the tail-less red cutaway the standard coat for a steward, and on this young man it highlighted a narrow waist, long legs, and graceful hands. Gregory felt the blood temperature rise. He wasn't sure whether it was his sixth sense for danger or just the incredible magnetism flowing from the young steward.
Secret Agent Man
Junkyard Suck
"Can I help you, Sir?" asked a young voice. I turned and saw one of the mechanics. This boy was CUTE! He looked to be in his early twenties. His hair was a dark blonde and tousled. His fingers were surprisingly long and thick and there was grease under the fingernails. He wore a tan pair of overalls embroidered to read "Mike". The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing a veiny pair of biceps. I didn't realize that several seconds had elapsed as I continued to stare at his rugged frame. This guy had the face of a boy and the body of a man.
Hunk With Missing Hardon
Eventually I accepted his challenge to bike the infamous Kortright trail. On the first leg of our tour up the escarpment, Adam wiped out on the descent. He ended soaked up to his ankles in mud -- that is, from his head to his ankles covered in mud, with his shoes sticking out of the mire, quite clean. When I went over to check him out, a big grin of pearly whites greeted me, contrasted against a brown, mucky face. What a smile -- just the kind that makes me melt! It threw me off enough for him to trick me, pulling me right in to the mud on top of him. As we wrestled around for a bit, I noticed two things. A spark between us, something different then before -- and a hard dick in his pants!
Natural Therapy
Surprised by the voice, I tried to sit up. My head exploded in pain again. I sank back into the pillow, suddenly realizing that I was in bed. Whose bed? My bed was a waterbed. This one wasn't. I didn't care that I was confused; I just let myself be confused. I tried to open my eyes and managed, slowly. Some blurry guy I didn't know was sitting beside the bed, holding a small blurry mug of something. He held it out to me and said, "Drink this. It'll ease the pain." I slowly managed to drink it all, whatever it was. It was warm and had a very indistinguishable taste to it, but not at all an unpleasant taste. I sank back to let the drink do its work.
Prison Sex
This gave me access to information on other inmates that was generally available, yet not widly known because very few guys knew how to use the various references. This job alsogave me an opportunity to become acquainted with many guys I would not otherwise have gotten to know. He was indeed beautiful.
Futuristic Love Story About Jimmy
We met one Saturday evening after he had moved to California from Idaho. I was minding my own business, cruising, when I heard this voice beside me saying something. I turned and there was Jimmy. He was standing next to me, looking up, asking me how the weather was up where I was. His smile was so captivating that I forgot my usual response. It would have been a tacky remark, anyway. I looked down and informed him that the weather up here was just fine. He looked at me for a moment, then turned and walked away. I figured that he had gotten enough of a look and I was not what he was expecting and turned my attention back to the bartender. He was new to the bar and quite a good-looking man. I had seen the type that he went for. I didn't stand a chance, but looking never hurt anyone.
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.
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.
Short Story About Office Experiences
He properly closed the door, which locks automatically, and turned around and UNDID HIS PANTS!! I watched and hardened as he pulled his already rock hard cock out of his underwear. He started stroking as I did, we hadn't said a word. I was getting into it again, stroking and flexing my ass, when he kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my cock...in a moment, he was giving me head. I fucked his face until I came and he swallowed my cum.
Jack Visits The Doctor Gets Penis Examination
Dr. Ronalds is about 32 or so and he tells me he just started with this clinic. He has been out of residency for a total of one month! He has vivid blue eyes and I notice he has no wedding band. I think to myself that this guy must be a real lady killer. After all, he is a physician, about 6 foot 4 inches tall, black straight hair, a prominent chin and a great smile. I can tell he likes to work out by the way his white shirt stretches across his chest and bags out across his waist. No doubt a washboard stomach goes with the muscular pectorals.
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