I gathered up my camera and tripod and started toward the darkroom which happened to be in the backroom of my studio. I turned on my safe light and started to prepare the chemistry when i noticed my light was flipping on and off. I looked around, trying to focus on anything i could when i felt a hand on my shoulder.
Not So Dark 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.
Number Nine, Doctor's Favourite
My last time with Danny I tried a yellow ribbon, like in the song, the one which was tied around the old oak tree, it was a joke between us, me insinuating his cock was the size of a veritable oak! I teased that is how it felt inside me, like I was astride his branch of oak as it grew into me. But I made a good job of tying the ribbon around the base of his cock, nice and tight so I could see his whole shaft pulsing, I loved to see that, felt it was pulsing for the feel of my fuck, for the comfort of my hole encompassing it, the whole works, deep inside. I can still feel that sensation in my mind, please come back, Danny I miss you so, but I know he won't because he has had his fill of me, or in our case the other way around.
Occupational Hazards
I took the clipboard from him and sat down in one of the white chairs. The "paperwork" as he called it had the oddest questions on it. It asked the basics then went on to ask hair type, STD statis, sexual preference, and, the most personal one, cock size. I thought for a moment that I may be in the wrong place, and I went up to the counter to interrogate the receptionist.
Offering Gangster Type A Blowjob
About 10:30, another car...a big, black town car (might have been a Cadillac), pulled into the spot next to me. What I saw behind the wheel was something straight out of Italian-Watcher Heaven. Because of the shadows, he was back-lit, but I liked what I saw. Young - couldn't be more than 22, 23. Black hair in the classic Brooklyn cugine style. A football jersey.
Officer Ricky Cuffs and Fucks Me
"You're pretty hot boy, I gotta tell you. Don't get excited though, you're not off the hook yet! I want you to come to my place tonight, take care of me and a friend or two, and then maybe we'll say we're even here." He bent down to help me up and unhandcuff me, looking closely at me for my reaction. I was a little scared, but didn't want to argue with him, and also found myself turned on by the whole thing, so I simply nodded my head in agreement. He gave me his card, with his home address on the back. It was at an apartment complex not too far away, and he told me to be there at 8pm, and to make sure to clean up from the afternoon, he wanted my ass nice and fresh for his party!
Old Man Badger and Me
But he returned that I was worth it. That it was the least he could do for all that I was for him. Then somehow, our relationship grew. We sat close and it was then I soon realised he wanted more than just my company. Well he was lonely wasn't he? And even though he was old I guess he still had certain needs. Needless to say he was soon helping me to very slowly drop my pants, his hands shaking with excitement. He would sit on his reclining chair and, when I removed my pants he would like me to stand astride him, facing him with all my tackle.
Older Businessman
Without another word, he put his hand out, and I put mine in it, and it felt like I floated along as we walked up the path in the woods. The wooded park was always empty in the mid-afternoon. He turned to me when we reached the big rocks that nature had worn smooth. Everything just seemed so right. He began to unbuckle his pants as I knelt in front of him. I looked up and said, "can I please do that....".
Older for Older
In my early forties when I played with men, I usually only liked to be sucked and oral reciprocation was not part of my sexual experience. I live in New York City and there were gay baths in those days to visit, so it was easy and quick to find sexual release. I would usually check into in a bath house in the East Village, shower first, check out the swinging wet cocks, go to the steam room for a few minutes and maybe fondle someone in the misty, hot room. Then I would go lie down naked on the small bed in my dimly lit cubicle and wait for some strange man to come in.
Omg so embarassing but... HOT!
Basically what happened is i fucked up! Ive been with my girlfriend for close to 6 years now and our relationships been great! i mean we've had our fair share of ups n downs but all in all shes a good woman.
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