That evening I took a shower, and on the spur of the moment, I decided to shave some of the hair off my body. I had shaved my groin many years ago for my darling, Bobby; he seemed to prefer a hairless crotch. Maybe my new lovers would, too. I removed all the hair from my neck down to almost mid-thigh.
Dressed in Drag and Finding Trucker Heaven
The Thrill Of Discovery
Most guys must have noticed those ominous messages on doors and walls inn public loo's - and the odd one or two with telephone numbers advertising their services - and for a few of us, sitting on the Loo, perhaps having a crafty squeeze. I was going to try it. All may not be what it seems, but the hell to it, I was feeling horny and turned on by the thrill of discovery.
Ride Home in the Rain
After running a few errands, I was on my way home. The old highway was deserted except for a few cars passing by every now and then. I had just set my wipers to the mist position when the rain started to pick up to a light shower. Nothing soaking, just enough of a shower on a humid day to make the air feel even more sticky. That's when I saw him. He was not your average hitchhiker.
Solid Gold for Big Cock Worshipper
Actually, a couple of confessions. I have been crazy about cock since my early twenties. I was pretty active in those days. The more I got the more I wanted. Quite early on, I developed a "taste" for big cocks/ Oversized meat. No salami too long, no pork too thick, hard or hairy for my liking. As time went by the inevitable happened: I ran into a few whoppers that were more than dud then stud.
Plow Me in the Last Arcade Booth
The quiet streets had deep furrows of snow through which an occasional taxi or auto would creep. I was surprised that the coffee shop was open, and that so many hearty souls had ventured out for breakfast on a Saturday morning. A group of college-aged boys were huddled at the counter. They were wearing trendy club clothes, and I assumed that they were wandering home from a long night of partying.
The Dare from the Jock
Boy he's got a shape on him. Must be a gymnast or something. Man it is crowded in here. I guess that's normal for a Sunday night. Mmm, there he goes again. The shoulders on this guy! Shit, I better cool it. I'm starting to get hard. I wish I could hear what he was talking about to that other guy. It's so loud in here you wouldn't be able to hear an air raid.
The Twink On My Balcony
After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
The Gay Encounter in the Woods
There were no street lights, no intrusive neon signs, no light at all except for the seductive glow of the full moon. I could easily lose myself in the thought that nothing existed, nothing but the woods, and the cool breeze blowing through my hair. As I walked deeper into the woods I could hear the soothing sounds of frogs singing in the night and what sounded like a stream.
Time On The Water
The fact that she had a busy summer job and was still in school left me with free time on my hands, a boat that I was still paying on, and a chance to wear fewer clothes. More than once this summer, I've found myself heading to the local boat launch solo, a cooler and a book in hand, headed out for an afternoon of tanning, swimming and getting myself into trouble.
Taxi Driver Takes A Chance
He is not even a Russian. He is born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow.
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