My ex-wife was trying to pressure my son to marry her, because he's barely 19. He says he loves her. Whereas I feel he doesn't even know what love is, he just wants to fuck her. I decide to talk about the topic with my son more directly. Try to get him to see that being gay is not that bad.
beginnings
The Third Choice
The Thrill Of Discovery
Most guys must have noticed those ominous messages on doors and walls inn public loo's - and the odd one or two with telephone numbers advertising their services - and for a few of us, sitting on the Loo, perhaps having a crafty squeeze. I was going to try it. All may not be what it seems, but the hell to it, I was feeling horny and turned on by the thrill of discovery.
The Togolese Gigolo
In an instant, I felt the anvil blows of my heart as I realized that I had awoken in in Togo, West Africa. During the 7 hour flight I had indulged in one major drinking session from London, downing countless vodka & cokes as a remedy for my fear of flying. This had worked admirably but left me feeling somewhat disorientated.
The Twink On My Balcony
After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
The Two Young Blue-Collar Roofers
His colleague was on holiday, which was extremely convenient as Paul had a major distraction to deal with and as a result was not getting much work done. There were a couple of workmen repairing the roof to his office, they were absolutely gorgeous and it was the middle of a heatwave so their clothing was minimal.
The Unexpected Mouthful
What we call today, a strip mall, just simply called the shopping mall. The mall had about a dozen stores enclosed in it, a couple of which were department type stores that had their own Men's Room. I was in my late twenties and pretty appealing.
The Waiter at Company Christmas Luncheon
I like business types, don't get me wrong, but I already spend enough time with them. Finally the food arrives, delicious offerings, but nothing compared to the package that was serving. Small, compact, slim - just the type of guy that gets the blood rushing to various parts of my body. Dark haired, nicely furred forearms, and a butt that begged to have my face buried in its hot steamy regions.
The Watcher
The clerk at the liquor store smiled broadly. Drinking was reserved for trips, and only after all the business of the day was done. He had no fears of drinking problems, even as he stuffed his three bottles into the paper sack and headed out. He could put it away. Enough liquor and mixer to last the week, for sure. Maybe even enough to share, if it came to that.
The Watchers on the Beach
I'd chosen this end of the beach because it was rocky, with patches of sand in between and hidden from the main nudist beach, so a good place for some action. The Spanish guy had walked past about ten minutes ago and although he looked over in my direction, kept on walking. Now he was having a sneaky look from his hiding place, unaware that I had spotted him.
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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