Carlos was a real handsome, Mexican that was taller than me, good formed, big boned but slim body, handsome face big wide eyes, large nose, ready smile, lots of teeth, big lips , long black hair long arms, long biceps, big hands, square shoulders. Real man.
Carlos, the Night Man
Tearoom Jerkoff
Usually, if a place gets a certain reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun going on there. One of my favorite experiences took place in the men's room in the Times Square subway station, on the number one line.
The Tale Of Two Penises
He is furious too, angry at his boss for giving him so less time to prepare his report, angry at the thought that he must be the only one working at this late hour in the whole of New York City, and angry that he will not be with his boyfriend Mark. Jack never thought he could ever fell in love, until he met Mark two years ago. It was mutual physical attractions that first drove the two together.
Getting and Giving Wonderful Head
I had a summer job while trying to get up tuition for my next two semesters of college. I didn't much care what it paid or what I did as long as I could bank some dough for fall. We were working on a highway, doing all kinds of jobs; actually it wasn't too bad, since I had a rent free cabin paid by my parents. I was picked up each morning and dropped off each night.
Two Men Have Sex in Room 312
I've always thought about hooking up at a hotel with a stranger for some hot man-sex. I just never seem to be able to get a connection going or find the appropriate place to meet other men who want to get off! This time was different. Public bathrooms always have messages in the stalls with phone numbers and requests. I really enjoy reading them and fantasizing about following through on one.
Learning To Suck Cock At The Bookstore
The girlie magazines were in the back of the store, and while browsing, I discovered a "nudist" magazine. Excited by the prospect of full frontal nudity, I picked it up, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and flipped through the pages.
Young Man On The Bus
Some may find this story impossible to believe but it is true. I was twenty five at the time and in great shape: six one, well built and hung. I was working downtown and naturally took the bus to and back from work. On this day I was wearing my favorite grey pants. I love grey pants as they seem to mold the body.
Remembering Vacation Pickups
My flight was going into Chicago and then I'd catch a connection to the Bahamas. Since I made the reservations at the last minute, my seat was in the back of the plane. The flight attendant, whose name was John, was a short wiry blond guy. He was very friendly and attentive. Since there weren't that many passengers in the back, he spent time chatting with me. I couldn't help looking him over.
On My Way To Work
I didn't drive and relied on public transportation to get where I needed to go. Especially to work. At the time I was working the night shift. My routine went like this. I would catch the bus downtown earlier than I actually needed to. When I got to the terminal I usually had about an hour and a half to kill. I'd go to one of my favorite restaurants for some lunch.
Macenna's Gold
The sales conference was boring as usual. The targets and achievements, new medicines to be introduced, the tonics to be distributed, the docs whom must be bribed. Anyway it was over by 5:00pm. I planned to go by overnight train, but the train was delayed and was expected to start at 12 night only. So I decided to take a break, had a beer and went to a movie hall nearby the railway station.
domination
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