I was craving some porn and found a booth with a gloryhole, of course. I was glad to see a guy already in the joining booth. I could see that his plaid shirt was removed and his wranglers were bunched around his ankles. His booth was very smoky, which was a result of the pile of butts sitting next to him. My neighbor had obviously been in there for quite some time. His cock stood tall and proud at least 7.5 thick inches, but was lacking in the balls department. He leaned forward, and his jerking increased. My fingers through the hole only caused him to turn his back to me. Oh well, I just kneeled down and watched the movie
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Friday's Lunch
I expected him to thank me and give me some story why he needed to leave, but I was wrong. Instead, he unzipped me, and pulled out my 7 inch, fat, cut cock with oversized balls. He mumbled something about not being experienced, but he did fine. He took his time...almost savoring my taste. What an attentive cocksucker. He sucked me for about 10 minutes then came up for air. I told him I take a long time to cum. He smiled, and I knew he had to go. I thanked him, and we actually exchanged business cards.
All Day Sexathon
He reached down and pulled my drawstrings and I stood up, taking them off. He stood and we kissed. I held him tight, fulfilling a long time fantasy of mine. He turned me around and I got on the floor on my stomach. He spread my legs and knealt between them. His cock was raging and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. He put the tip in and found that I wasn't as tight as he had thought. (As I said I had been a bottom for many years.) He fucked me hard! The harder he fucked, the more I screamed for more.
Internet Meet
I really wanted to get there quick, before i had time to change my mind. My hard on had gone down enough to leave the cyber cafe and i made my way to the apartment. He was already standing outside, in a denim jacket as he said. I waved from across the street figuring if it wasnt him he'd just shrug and move on but he gave a wave and a cheeky grin back. He was cuter then he'd said. I crossed the street and we shook hands like 2 regular guys, no-one on the street couldve picked up that we'd never met before and we were sizing each other up for sex.
Tube Train Stranger
I could see the tube train as I came down the stairs so I made a dash for the closing door and flung myself onto a seat. As I loosened my tie I noticed a hot, tanned tourist sat right opposite me giving me a grin. "Close call", I gasped, and looked away, but I could feel him still staring for a moment longer.
The Market Toilets
Right at the back, hidden by the side of a kiosk full of rows of mobile phone covers, there's a men's toilet. The first time I went in there I was twenty. It was early summer and I was back in Glasgow, back at home with my parents, from university. I think, by then, I was getting pretty comfortable about the fact I'm gay.
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He had the TV on and made me an iced tea. We talked nervously for a little while, but I could see a growing bulge in the front of his slacks, and I imagine he could see the same in my jeans. After some agonizing small talk he asked if I wanted to go sit in the apartment's hot tub with him. I told him I didn't bring a swimsuit, but he said that was no problem, he had an extra. I went into the bedroom to change but left the door open. By this time I was stiff as a flagpole and could hardly get my jeans off. I could see him on the couch down the hall, watching me change, so I made sure he could see the whole package. I also noticed the biggest jar of Vaseline I'd ever seen on his dresser top. This is looking promising, I thought.
Day Trip
France approached, I didn't want the trip to end and when he looked up I could see that neither did he. They made an announcement for coach trips to return to their coaches, a man came over to our table and told AARON to go to their exit point. Aaron squeezed my knee and ran out of the restaurant. Oh shit. Love labours lost. Then I had a thought everybody who came over on this boat went back on the same return boat. I would see him on the way home.
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He then handed me a card from his pocket. It had an address on it, and It looked really professional too.
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Lucas peeled it off, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the night. On second thoughts he wondered whether it might have been more sensible to keep it as insulation against the cold. First night without a roof over his head and his head still buzzed from the fighting. Soon reality hit, he was homeless. Alone on the street.
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