I turn my head to look. The door was partly open, and I could see a tall man standing at the toilet. He turned his head and looked at me. Caught, I turned my head forward. By now, my urine had stopped and my hard eight inch dick grazed the porcelin toilet. I couldn't help it. I looked again. He was still there, standing with his back to me. I decided to really check him out. As my eyes took him in, I noticed that his shorts were a little lower on his body. He must've felt me looking, because they slid even lower, revealing two tanned, hairy cheeks. No underwear. The shorts fell to the floor. This ass was probably the best ass I've ever seen. I'm a total ass man. I need a solid, thick, hairy ass. I was transfixed.
The Guy With The Nikes
The Hairy Dark Man
It happened when I was around eighteen years old. I went to a distant town to attend a wedding. I reached the place very early in the morning. I had to take a room in a strange looking lodge in a busy street. I slept for a while, took a bath and had a cup of tea. I had around two hours to go for the wedding. So I sat on my bed, just wearing shorts and a towel around my waist.
The Hitchhiker
Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs. He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet roll and drink his coffee. As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter.
The Hooker Encounter
"Pull in! Pull in!" John said. I was really reluctant to do so, but I thought it couldn't hurt to at least get some information in case sometime in the future I became so horny and lonely and wanted a quick professional I would know about what to do. So I pulled the van in a parallel parking space and shut off the engine. We rolled down the windows and sat there staring at this guy. He gave us a big smile and walked up and stuck his head in the window, leaning on the van and sticking his bubble- butt up while we talked.
The Insatiable Skinhead
I quickly got into the changing room it had been so long since I had sex. Wow. I couldn't believe it. The guys here are gorgeous. They always are and there always checking me out too, which was the best ego boost of them all. Being fancied by the hottest guys you could imagine. Wow. I loved this place. There I was undressing in the changing rooms and this guy was shamelessly checking out my ass.
The Insurance Man
The presence of the guy in the next stall hit me and I quickly stopped my stroking and sat quietly. To my surprise the guy said, "What are you doing in there?" Embarrassed, I didn't say anything hoping he would leave me alone. However, he said he didn't think I should be doing that in case a cop came into the restroom which they sometimes did. When I got over my embarrassent at being caught jacking off, I told him that I had found the magazine in the stall and it had turned me on. He said he understood and then asked if I liked to read porn mags a lot. I said that I did but seldom had the chance since I didn't have any place to keep them. He said that he had the same problem at home too, but that he liked looking at porn and jacking off too.
The Joshua Diaries: Montreal Baths
I was constantly horny with all those hot fucking men around, but was unable to act because I was sharing a hotel room with two of my friends. One morning I woke up at 6 a. m. feeling so horny. I decided to go out and cruise. I got dressed and packed poppers, cock ring and lube then took off. I passed a Sauna, which I understood to be a gay bathhouse. So I decided to try it out.
domination
The Joshua Diaries: Underestimating Tuesdays
You know, edging. I kept watching the precum ooze out of the tip of my cock and thought, "I need to get laid, bad. " I was hanging out on Manhunt, but it didn't look like a promising night. It was a Tuesday; not much of a fuck night. I was about to give up and jack-off to a hot blog story, when my mail icon started flashing. "Like your look, man.
The K Mart Sex Experience
I found a pair of boxer shorts that had all sorts of fruit on it, in very bright colors, on a yellow background. "Fruits for a fruit" I thought to myself, and I chuckled a bit half under my breath. I guess it was an unusual thing to do. Some guy, who looked like he had been a football player in high school before he blimped out on pizzas and Bud, gave me a very hostile stare. I gave him smile number seven, the message of which is "I am just crazy enough to do anything at all, so don't mess with me." It worked. For a split second I had considered using number twelve; "Hi sexy, want to fool around?" but since he had about a hundred pounds on me I discarded that idea real quickly.
The Lubejob
As he cleaned the glass and I had an ever sharper view of what was going on, I noticed that the zipper on his uniform had taken on a life all its own. Those overalls were a one-piece job, like a jump suit, with a zipper that went from mid-chest to just underneath his balls. As he stretched to clean the windshield, the zipper slowly worked its way down until it reached his navel. I was mesmerized by the increased amount of bare flesh the man showed, especially when the zipper crept lower still and I saw the beginning of the guy's pubic bush. This was really unbelievable, not to mention hot!
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