Then out of nowhere's the Weekly Californian, the university newspaper calls up, and tell me if our little troupe, the Laverne's Pizza and Shirley's Paper Gifts Repertory Players will come to Worthington Hall, and greet, the Grand Old Man.
Grand Old Man
Curiosity Killed The Cat
The bell tinkled timorously as I entered. The place was deserted, apart from the bric-a-brac, jumble, assorted umbrella-stands, landscape paintings, mainly of rustic barns with obligatory wagon-wheels leaning against barndoors and phallic silos, erect against September skies. I looked closer at one. A farmboy carrying an empty wooden bucket, inviting the viewer to join him into the dark straw-covered interior inside.
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 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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Sneaking Into the Adult Bookstore
For two months I had tried to find away into the adult bookstore that my buddy Aaron told me about. Every since the day he told me you could go into these little booths in the back of the store to watch porno movies and get your cock sucked, I had been dying to get in. When he told me about his first time in the store, the day after he turned eighteen, I said he was full of shit.
Innocence Of A Photographer Of Nature
A gray male squirrel scampered past, that most evident as was his evident long survival. As he continued his journey up a tree near the old table, the two large appendages beneath his bushy tail definitely confirmed both his masculinity and his age. Over observant, someone outside my field of expertise might consider, but perhaps the following scene would capture any other observer's undivided attention.
Friday The Thirteenth
After the usual rush hour traffic delays Bogey had a piss hard that needed some release. He pulled into a donut shop. The parking lot filled with motorcycles; Harleys all of them. The rumble of engines hit home. It was Friday the 13th!. Bikers were out in force as they were meeting in Port Dover for the ritual run. Bikers from all over were going to the same little Lake port to hang out. His cock throbbed at the sight of all the glistening chrome, the scent of leather and gas intoxicating to him. He hopped out of the Mustang bikers eyeing the big man as he strutted into the shop. Bogey's eyes scanned the patrons He looked hungrily at the leather clad sun glass wearing bikers.
Christopher
Was he looking for some hot times tonight? I intended to find out. As we got to the back of the park, Christopher headed around one way and I went the other. I found a place to park and sat there waiting to see what he would do. His truck stopped on the far side as he seemed to know the other person in the other vehicle. They talked for a few seconds and I had almost decided to leave them. I turned on my lights and put the truck in gear as he and the other guy broke off. I decided to sit to get one more look at him as he passed me. Much to my surprise, instead of passing on by he stopped next to me. After a few minutes of casual chat, he asked me if I wanted to go to his place and have some hot fun..... Man, just what I was hoping for. I agreed to follow him to his place.
Pleasure of a Vehicular Service
I was then beginning my bi-sexual side of life's experiences, unbeknownst to everyone I knew. It consisted of meeting a man on line, in a "dating" site called Silver daddies, and arranging to pick him up near his home after which we drove nearby to a secluded street where he allowed me to enjoy bringing him to sexual climax in my mouth.
My Needs for a Man
I will find a man's semen very desirable to swallow. It won't matter how thick or thin it is, or of what color. I would, if I find it to be fairly thick and sticky, be particularly pleased. But that's not a necessity. It will be unusually exciting if it has some unevenness or lumpiness to it so that I can squeeze it against my palate with my tongue, savouring it, and so that I can also sort of use my teeth to "chew" the lumps and then feel them go down my throat as broken up as I swallow them down. If such a description is somewhat unromantic or too clinical, I apologize for it, but these things occur to me. If a man's semen is off-white....grayish, yellowish or especially if it's greenish, I will find it especially desirable and somewhat exciting to receive.
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