You slept very late after yesteday's hike, and now you walk to the showers, enjoying the mingled smells of balsam and fir, wood smoke and frying bacon. The building housing the showers is small. There are only two stalls and a reversible sign on the door for Men or Women. You knock on the door, getting no answer, you go in.
More or Less a Short Story about Submission
Gay Bath House Evening
"I think yours has a big head on it like mine," I said. Both of us had big bulges in our foreskins, and the outlines were clearly visible through the thick hoods. This gave them a heavy-ended look, and both our cock swung as we moved.
Agony And Ecstasy
"You, my friend, are going to be working a long-term assignment at Fremont Brothers. This department store is going out of business but needs help cataloging its final inventory. You should be there for four weeks."
Donut Hole
Driving in the pre-dawn darkness, my stomach suddenly rumbled. Damn, I was hungry & if I'm a grouch getting up this early for work, I pity the poor folks that would have to work with me if I was sleepy & hungry! While my slowly awakening mind was processing all of this, I noticed a brightly lit shop with a flickering neon sign that said "Dad's Donuts" & below that "Open 24-Hours."
Club Scene For 18yo Kid
After eating some fries we headed to the club, It was a nice Midsummer night out. I walked with my group and was talking and the nervousness was going away till we got to the building. Than I was nervous again, I was scared guys would laugh at me or pick on me. I had that happen to me once when I joined a gym, cause I was a skinny boy. The line moved pretty fast and I was looking at guys, Chris and his friends were talking to other people they knew. Once inside the place was huge, and it was wall to wall men. On the dance floor was guys with no shirts dancing it was a site to see. I was so amazed by the view and intrigued by everything that I lost Chris in the crowd. I was standing there and I looked around and could not find him.
Bladder Of Hercules
So there I was in my green and yellow tie-dyed t-shirt and jeans jacket with aquamarine rhinestones, nicely stoned, the bathroom window slightly ajar to let in the fresh San Francisco morning air, when this B-I-G, strapping stud of about 40 in a brown bomber jacket walks in - a trucker? a cop? A professional wrestler? None of the above? Who cared!?! I mean, this guy was total construction worker muscle and reeked of male pheromones. He looked a bit drunk (if you've ever lived in SF, you know it's a town where the drinking starts early) and the haste with which he moved to the urinal told me he had to take a Wicked Piss. (The toilet seat was out in the open, and the urinal was right next to it.) He took out this en-orm-ous long thick dick and was about to pee when he saw me looking at it.
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.
Noticing a Familiar Face on the 12.30 Train
Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
Straight Guy at the Movies
I knew I was horny, though, and decided to go check out that theater on Kings Highway that everyone is always talking about. I procrastinated for a while, doing some shit around the house, and finally got there around 3 PM. I thought the place would have been quiet on a Wednesday afternoon, but I guess a lot of people took the day off from work or something, because it was pretty crowded.
Private Show at the YMCA by Hung Gay Man - True Story
Both of the chairs were taken so the only place to sit was next to an average looking guy, somewhere between 35 & 45. In the looks department, I'd have to say he was slightly above average because he had that look that made you think he must've been pretty hot looking during his prime.
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