I had posted on several sites, and my posts ran something like this: Athletic, extremely exhibitionist bottom likes to please and be watched. Seeking fit man, fifties or early 60s, bearish. Must be discreet. Would like to enjoy mutual masturbation. If we click, anything is possible.
Second Time Fun
Trucker Needs to be Fucked
It's early afternoon, sunny, and the diet soda I drank at lunch is having its effect. I see the sign for the rest stop, it's one mile ahead. Good. When I see it, I get in the right lane and slow down. I really need to pee. I practically jump out of my car after I've parked and hurry into the men's room. Disappointingly, I'm the only one in there.
Preferences of a Trucker That Has Had Black
At the age of forty-five, I feel I am in my sexual prime. Since my career doesn't really allow me any long-term relationships, I am open to any number of opportunities that come my way on the job. But my appearance can be intimidating for some, so I lose out on my fair share of ass, too. I am a strongly built man, only about 6' tall, but stocky.
Meeting Mexican Italian Hunk in the Chat Room
So I grabbed a beer and sat down at the computer to see what kind of trouble I could get into on AOL. After the annoying "The room you have requested is full" message coming up about a thousand times, I was finally able to enter the chat room.
Noticing a Familiar Face on the 12.30 Train
Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
Taken
I'm as straight as an arrow, but something that happened when I visited Branson seven years ago, has been bugging me to death. Maybe if I go public with this one time, it'll go away and quit haunting me. It started in the lounge of a large hotel. Being a liquor salesman, I enjoyed talking to prosperous-looking, professional men sitting beside me at the bar.
Open Door Policy
I had been home from college for about 2 weeks, and my parents were driving my absolutely insane! I guess this would be a good time to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan and I'm a 20 year old college student from a mid-size state university in the South. I'm 5'11", 145lbs, thin, fair, and smooth. I'm somewhat of a flamer, but still a top, though no one believes it.
Paul's Teenage Curiosities
He is career minded and is now in college on a ROTC scholarship. He is 5'11; sandy blond hair cut military style, very fit with not an ounce of fat on him. He has a trim, hairless body that makes him look younger than 18. Before we met, I was expecting kind of a nerdy type kid; he is anything but that.
What A Day
Little did I know it would turn out to so much more. Let me describe myself I am 5'11 165 some what muscular with a 7 inch cut cock. Before I left I grab four condoms so I can shoot my load and leave it for some to eat or do whatever, anyhow, it's an easy way to clean up.
The Wedding Present
One of the jobs for the best man is to organise the stag night. So I got onto the local Chinese that I know as got a nice room in the back for load parties and like. I explained it was going to be a raw occasion, they didn't seem to mind at all. I organise a stripper, well you have too don't you. I heard that she was a loose woman and for a little more would do other things as well.
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