The sort of day that's possible in late May in Paris, the leaves on the trees in the squares and the boulevards already starting to crisp and turn brown at the edges. The sort of day that you might possibly see in London in August in a decade, but that in Paris comes all too regularly. I'm not a man for the heat - certain saunas aside - and the day had been too much for me.
Walk Along The Riverside
No Bastard Calls Me
I remember my hand in one pocket (under his big hairy belly), holding on to what could only be one ball, and Leo on the other side pulling what looked like a pointed snake out of the other side. Lederhosen have a flap on the front, and either side of the flap makes pockets with no lining, so you can reach right in and go for the gold. Our pig had his hands on both of our necks, and eventually down our shirts and pants, and somehow we ended up home together for the evening, singing along the way. I speak no German, and he spoke no English, but it didn't seem to matter at all when we fell into bed at a friend's apartment.
Hard Hat Soft Target
"I can't concentrate with all this going on," Huck complained over the noise of an electric drill just above their heads.
Fucking The Mailman
I watched him for a little longer, and then I decided to walk out to my car to get a better view. I didn't see him anywhere so I assumed he'd left, but then I noticed that his vehicle was still parked outside my building. I waited around for a while, wondering where the hell he was, but then I saw him heading back towards his vehicle. Overcome by my hormones, I looked right at him, nodded and said "damn, man!"
School Gang Forces Me To Have Sex With Them
One night I was waiting for my roommate to come in from work and I got this craving for cheese cake. So I put on my sweatpants and a T-shirt and headed off to the Deli. When I got to the school, I noticed about 4 or 5 guys and about 2 or 3 girls hanging out behind the school cutting up and stuff. I debated on whether I should go by the fish market or just to ignore them and cut right on through the school yard. Well, I wasn't up to losing my appetite and decided that even in the dim lighting, I could probably get a good look at the guys, so I went on through the school yard. As I passed by I could hear a little bit of the conversation.
How I Became A Rent Boy
I was only eighteen and this was my first male fuck. I felt a little sensitive and remembered gripping the bedrail. If I'd known it was going to be like this I would have asked for another twenty. I was wanting a car as soon as I passed my driving test and Freddy's offer was more than tempting.
Short Story About Pizza Delivery Boy
I swung with his pelvis, my hands on his hips, butt dancing. We matched movements with the tempo of the tunes, fast and furious; slow and languid, always erotic. Gripping through his jeans, I played with his evident boner, jerking him off to the bassline. I'd been too young to remember discos, but went to dance places where you could sweat your buns and balls till dawn. My brother had shown me that old Travolta video and I was using some of those hip moves, humping this guy. Supported by his bent legs and arms, his sex expression could only come from his ass, abdomen and lowerback; he butt-danced good. Sinuous motions as he simulated being buttfucked.
One Stormy Night
I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
Continuing Discovery After Retirement
However, lately a new aspect to my sexual desires with men has emerged. I have begun to fantasize being completely at a man's disposal...to please him in ways that I only recently had thought too kinky or too out of my realm of desires. Just giving or receiving oral sex is no longer the total pack of sexual wants for me. I now believe I need a psychological and some new physical elements for m/m sex to satisfy me. I want a man to take me with force...against my will...to make me suck him off while I resist and protest.
Sex On The Train
"It's alright," he replied with a cultured English accent. "I should look more carefully where I'm going. It seems we are to be neighbours for this trip. My name is Gareth." He held out his hand to me.
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