"Just a bad dream," he said, trying to be tough. That made me want him even more. "You want to talk?" I offered. He just did his James Dean shrug again and walked over. He sat on the bed. His clothes were pretty nasty, so I loaned him a pair of my bikini briefs. They looked great on him. He sniffled once and crawled under the sheets. My heart started pounding. He laid his head on my pillow and told me about the lover he missed. He wanted to hold Terry again. My heart sank as he told me how he found Terry with another guy.
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"Fuck all" he replied looking a little glum. As he cast his eyes downward I realized that I was starting to pity him.
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His smile was clean and even, a bright smile, not pretentious, nor forced, rather honest and quite innocent. Buoyant eyes, like a deep mediterranean sea, that you could see, clearly, to the bottom, always calm and dreamy. His nose was distinct, more european, a firm jaw and forehead, hair of flaxen, that caught the sunlight, so it danced and sparkled. His body was not tall, not average, but just right, and evenly distributed of muscle and bone. Elegant curves of breast and buttocks, firm contours where it counted. His skin always seemed moist, as if he'd just taken a shower.
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The Amboy cafe was certainly not inviting. Dirty windows and a door with its screen half pushed out. I still decided to risk a cup of coffee. Entering, my suspicions were confirmed, but I felt a cup of their coffee would not poison me. A juke box and pinball machine stood in one corner. Those funny "quippy" little signs were tacked on all walls. As I sipped my coffee, my eyes wandered, catching one sign saying "This Property For Sale." This sign was for real. I continued sipping my coffee and pondered.
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"Here we go,' I thought, "here comes the pre-flight entertainment.' I wasn't exactly unwilling to have it off with him, but a bit nervous about all his leather toys. I needn't have worried, though; that wasn't on his mind at all. The leather jacket fitted beautifully, like a second skin, smooth and warm. Then he hunted for a matching pair of green leather trousers.
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Seeing Darryl was a shock. I don't mean he looked bad or anything, though God knows I wouldn't have altered my face if he had been. He was handsome. No, wrong cute. Darryl was beautiful. Bright, sunny-gold hair, a thin face with a pug nose that was, somehow, aristocratic. He looked like those oh-so-perfect models that grace magazine covers. Except...
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The light in the bar made his smooth face shine. I smiled sheepishly back, nervous, excited. For about ten minutes we sat there. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his shorts bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. His hand dwarfed the glass, his long manicured finger rubbing the rim. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, but did not want to emhen ld look straight ahead, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly. I finally built courage, He thanked me, and we started small talk. He suggested we move to a booth, which we did, across from the bar.
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He sighed out loud. They, foreskins were getting to be pretty rare birds these days and, unless one was willing to settle for a regimen of old men, one had to take what one could get. There wasn't much to do but hope for the best and maybe he would get what he wanted. Still, he could do what he could. He had such a hunger down inside him for the taste of a juicy uncut cock it was difficult to satisfy.
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In the room were two twin beds, just a few feet away from each other Tim was lying sprawled on his back, wearing only a pair of white under- wear. His eyes were closed and I assumed he was asleep. I stepped closer to him and he made no move. I must of been pretty drunk 'cause I then took off my towel and moved closer to his hunky sleeping form.
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He paused, gave me a long cold stare, as if trying to read my thoughts, then a slow smile began tugging at the sides of his mouth. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and said, "Ok, stud, prove me wrong!" I asked him his name. "Joey," he said.
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