All five of the cubicles were occupied and two men stood waiting. At least one was standing, peering through the gap between door and wall of the middle cubicle. The other was crouched down, looking under the door. Sam was in the second cubicle, sitting on the toilet, but like the man beside him and the other at the far end, he was watching the action going on in the third and fourth toilets.
Sucking Teenage Cock in Rest Room
Suitsex in the Forest Car Park
Going to an all boys school certainly helped groom that aspect of my personality. However, bar the occasional lusty fumble in the changing rooms, I had never really acted on my desires. Like a lot of people I went to university, met a girl and ended up married very quickly.
Sweet Canadian Syrup In Sydney
The tall backpacker, dark, in his mid twenties, had big, muscular, tree size legs, a deep tan and a rugged and very handsome face with a bit of three day growth. And then I spotted the little Canadian flag stitched onto the back of his bag.
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.
Tales From The Bath
Most of all, guys notice my face and my ass-in that order. My face gives me a cute appearance. My ass is a "bubble butt": it's large, round, juicy, and firm to the touch. I live in a large northern-U. S. metropolis. In this city, there are two well-known bathhouses. I've only been to one of them, but I've never had reason to visit the other.
Taxi Driver Takes A Chance
He is not even a Russian. He is born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow.
Tearoom Jerkoff
Usually, if a place gets a certain reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun going on there. One of my favorite experiences took place in the men's room in the Times Square subway station, on the number one line.
Tearoom Suckfest
One year my family moved, but kept me in the same junior high school, so I had to take the subway back and forth every day. One day I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and ducked into one of the subway toilets. I stood there, doing my business, and wondered why there were a bunch of guys standing around in there not doing anything.
Teen Blues
Most young men jerk off a lot and they get a stiffy at the drop of a hat. Well, those times are behind me by about 20 years now, but my admiration of those boys remains strong. Just a few months ago I was riding the bus from the city to the northern suburbs of Sydney.
Tent Fun
The visitors never made it so I set of along the tow path to find them, checked the usual spot and they wasn't there so carried on. I saw the tip of a tent in a wood and smelt smoke so thinking it was them I crept through the wood. I found the tent and a chap about 30ish was sitting by the fire, he had a black lab dog and as I turned to leave the dog barked at me and the chap shouted out "Hello".
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