After schooling (Rusty went to a different college), we spent years living in different cities. But when I turned twenty-eight, I was transferred by my company to Cincinnati one summer, which is where Rusty lived. I got his number from information, and was at his place in no time.
For Old Times Sake
Home To The Boyfriend and His Cock
"Great..." and I begin to tell him about the bars and the guys and the Honolulu Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. Bacon sits in his chair and I sit on the sofa bed. With my Reeboks off I put my feet on the arm of the chair. Soon my toes are massaging his thighs through his jeans. We do this all the time. I rub him with my toes as he sits there getting hotter and hotter. Soon he says to me "Why don't you take off everything except your shorts, you've been in those clothes a long time." Of course I comply, in our relationship it is usually Bacon who calls the shots. We both like it that way. As I strip in front of him he admires my boxer shorts. I always try to wear interesting underwear when I'm going to see Bacon. We both like that too.
The Concert
When I'd finally staked out my position in the dense crowd, I found myself faced with the glorious sight of two very handsome guys standing right in front of me. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair. One of them had light brown hair and the other was a sandy blond. They already had their shirts off and I admired the shapes of their strong, sinewy backs right down to the damp waistbands of their baggy shorts. They both must have been in their twenties judging by their heights and their builds. I was able to glimpse of their faces too and noticed they both had remarkably handsome features and shadows of beards.
Executive Overtime
John obviously knew what I needed--he pushed the trash in his wheeled bin down with one of his massive arms, glanced at me with another smile then leaned against my desk. He started talking about how much he enjoyed working in our building and how much he enjoyed his job. I was a little less nervous; I figured he was just a talkative, sweet guy that loves to chat but as he went on about how much he liked his work one thing occurred to me: in the five minutes he was telling me about his job, John managed to tell me four times that he worked by himself. I picked up on this and asked him if he didn't get lonely at night. He fixed me with his gaze and replied, "Lonely? Not really but some nights I wish I had a buddy around to help me out..."
Gym Weights And Sex
It is a restroom with one toliet. He shuts the door and locks it. He pulls down his shorts and takes his left hand and pulls his balls as far as they could go. He must really love that because as he pulled his head leaned back. I am so horny I am not sure how long I can take it. I walk over to him and take his balls in my hand and pull them myself. He moans in pure delight. I stand up to kiss him and I place my hand under his shirt and rub his hairy body. I stop at his nipples and pinch them. I look down and I see the head of his cock shiny from precum. He says not here, and we leave the bathroom.
Neighbor
"Do you wanna come in for a soda or something, while you're here?" he offered. I took him up on the offer, and followed him into the house. "Why don't you peel that shirt off before it becomes a permanent part of you!" he shouted back. I flipped it over my head, left it at the front door, and followed him into the kitchen, where we each took a coke from his fridge.
Airborne Express
Suddenly he turned shy, but looked at me slyly and said, "If you want to give it to me...": his voice sort of trailed off softly. "Sure would", I said, "and I hope you use it!" - and I rattled off my home number, which he pencilled lightly in the margin of his pad. There was something haunting about the way he'd said "..if you want to give it to me...", and there was that "double meaning" sort of implied... But, he said good bye and drove off, leaving me to forget the episode - as if I could!
Tyler and Romeo In The Park
Again undercover of the audience's applause, I came in his ass, bucking and broncing. His asshole, a rose, I pollinated, bee-stinging him with sex. We slipped our pants back on, rolled up the blanket and mingled, exiting with the crowd after the encores. You might be shocked at our behaviour, not using condom's and stuff. But we ve both been diagnosed positive, not long to live. But remember that 'to die' in Shakespeare's day meant 'make love'. This could be our last summer, but we're going out sucking and fucking. The sadness will come betimes.
Slacker Graphics
'Fuckin A, man! That's one hot lookin' dude' Jerry said with his giant vocabulary. 'I teased his boner, flexing it, testing it; I wrapped my fingers around him until thumb and fingers don't quite meet. I rubbed him, toying with his now growing erection. ' ..that's nice..' he said as he churned his butt in my lap. 'next picture..'
Our Beginning
Somewhere around midnight the wind had turned into a cool Santa Ana and I suggested we take the bottle outside to take advantage of the night air. It was windy and glorious outside, a beautiful night with clear skies and bright magical stars that made me feel as if something special was happening. I felt tingling sensations on every part of my body where the wind brushed against me and I said out loud how great it would be to be naked right then with the warm winds flowing over our bodies.
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