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.
Futuristic Love Story About Jimmy
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.
Despite The Amnesia Adam Still Likes Cocks
Adam wasn't encouraged. He'd been in the hospital for over a month, ever since the police had found him, dazed and bloody from a head wound, wandering through the streets late one night. The media had latched onto his case, and for several consecutive days his face had been on more newspaper covers than Princess Diana's.
Better Boyfriend
The next day I go to work and its hell and I come home about 4:30 and I'm up in my room changing when the phone rings and I answer it and its Zack, but I don't know this at the time, as I had given my number out to another trick that I didn't like and I thought this was him as the voice sounded the same on the phone. So needless to say at first I wasn't the most receptive of conversationalists at this point, then he said he had to go and would call back, but I thought this was just a way to get rid of me and not sound rude, so we said goodbye and hung up.
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.
Eric And Scott
One morning I noticed the lights on upstairs across the street as I went to pick up the paper. I noticed the son walking around upstairs and stopped to gawk. He walked over to the window and I noticed he was naked. And it appears he is gifted below the waist if my eyesight is not failing me. I stood stunned and glued to the spot in the driveway. He started to put on a show for me, massaging the tool and playing with his nipples. WOW, I was hooked. I was interrupted by his Dad coming out from the house. He looked my way and greeted me. I hoped I had not been caught. He smiled and left for work. The son who had slipped away from the window returned dressed as I walked back to the house.
Frightening Facade
When the disfigured youth turned sixteen, he started lashing out with his fists at anyone who came near him. He was sent to a juvenile psychiatric facility. Sedatives were used like a chemical straight-jacket, to restrain him.
John And Mike Become Lovers
Over the next two months, I didn't even notice. Mike didn't bring people back to the house. The next Saturday, Mike had left out a small book after he ran to the store. It was a paperback and I picked it up. It was a collection of erotic stories. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened it and started reading it. The stories were hot, and to my amazement I noticed that my cock was getting hard. I shut the book and put it in his room.
Asking Nick If He Wants Go To For A Swim
I thought I'd have a heart attack (and I'm only 21) when I answered the phone to hear a voice I'd only heard across the internet. To go one better, he was in town for a few days, holed up in a hotel by the airport. Well, in our early conversations I'd told him about this finger of a beach that sticks out into the ocean far enough that you can see every star in the sky without humanity's ambient lights screwing it up. He'd wanted to see it then and it was looking like a really great night outside, so I drove over to the motel & picked him up.
Spiritual Love Story
Her eyes flicked up and down, assessing me, still cold as only brown eyes can be; a colour that should be full of warmth, utterly devoid of it. I forced a cocky smile onto my face. She was the first client I had had in over a week. The first client I had had as a solo detective. And she had to be a bitch. Still, damned if I was going to let this bitch get away. "This is Alsop Kirk Detective Agency?" she asked, her eyes moving away from me to flick around the room, her lip curling slightly, as if distaining the slightly shabby interior. I tried to suppress a wince. "Just Kirk," I said. "I'm Richard Kirk, people call me Rick."
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