I didn't drive and relied on public transportation to get where I needed to go. Especially to work. At the time I was working the night shift. My routine went like this. I would catch the bus downtown earlier than I actually needed to. When I got to the terminal I usually had about an hour and a half to kill. I'd go to one of my favorite restaurants for some lunch.
On My Way To Work
On The Bus
He was definitely a gorgeous man. He was much more muscular than Roger expected a miler to be. But there he was, anyway: nice wide shoulders, great delts, carved pecs tapering to a minuscule 28 inch waist. And those calves. Chad felt most runners don't put enough hours in the gym. He meant that it helped a lot to enhance both endurance and power when you run.
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One on One Under A Tree
I wasn't in the mood for anything really involved, so at first, I just sat in the car, looking at the other guys sitting around in their cars. One, in particular, looked really hot. A little older than my usual type, but hairy and Italian (which forgive a lot). He had a rough "edge" to him, and that turned me on.
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One Stormy Night
I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
Only For Money
Jon sucked harder on the naked hustler's prong, felt Michael's thighs tense under Jon's bare chest and shoulders. Michael gasped, and jetted his load into Jon, who sucked harder, swallowed, sucked harder yet, sucked until he had drained the young bodybuilder dry. Michael relaxed with a long sigh, limp now on the bed under Jon's weight.
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.
Open Heart
It was my first time being a patient even at 44. Two days prior I went to the emergency room to resolve severe indigestion. Many tests and one open heart surgery later, the indigestion was gone. In its place was a new scar neatly stitching my chest together and tubes and collectors, electrodes and telemetry monitoring every moment. Even though I smoked almost a pack a day, I wasn't overweight.
Orgy In The Bushes
I guess I wasn't the only one feeling that way, because before long, the joint - and mine! - was jumping. . . It started a couple of minutes after midnight. A little red sportscar had pulled up next to my car, and the guy inside looked pretty hot. Young and blond, he divided up his time examining his tan and staring back at me staring at him.
Out in a Field on a Rainy Summer Day
Ordinarily on a late-July afternoon, the most frequented "skinny-dipping hole," would be the destination for dozens of guys from through-out the region for a quick swim clothes-free. Young farmers who need an afternoon break to cool off from haying, college students who skip class just to frolic and maybe fuck to relieve stress, and other males from every walk of life.
Out Of The Sun
At 23 I felt like I was the only virgin in the world. I wasn't even sure what I wanted. I sort of suspected I was gay, but had never endeavored to find out. At the moment I was happy to be able to steal half a day to lay in the sun. My thoughts strayed.
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