It was almost a year ago and I was going through a bit of a rough patch. I was swamped at work and my friends weren't up to anything that weekend. Friday night and I had nothing to do. That's when Miguel wrote me. We had been chatting for a while and he was a few years younger than me. He asked me what I was doing and I told him nothing.
encounters & friendship
Miguel Fucked Me Three Times in One Night
Mike Meets his Dad after 10 Years
It was one thing chatting on the phone, but spending the summer together might be a step too far. He took out his wallet and had another look at the photo of his Dad, taken 10 years ago when Mike was eleven. It showed a handsome, dark haired man in swim shorts, standing on a beach and smiling to the camera, his fit, muscled body tanned by the summer sun.
beginnings
Morning Run Fuck
I ran by the beach near my place. It was a rather quiet Monday, a couple of old ladies and a white middle-aged white man (I'm Chinese). I was getting into my pace when he overtook me. He was going at a slightly faster rate, probably doing intervals. And boy, I was mesmerized just with the back view. He was running bare body, with droplets of sweat rolling down his tan toned back. All the muscles were moving in poetry, everyone of them like pistons in a lean mean machine. He had broad shoulders, good shoulder development and defined tris.
Moving to the Suburbs
Then I hear my dad call me saying that the Limo's here, sometimes I hate being rich and would just wish that someone would just steal all our money from out of my dads bank account. So we headed for the airport to board our private jet, they said that it would take about 2 hours to get from Washington to California so I decided to sleep the whole time. When I awoke from my sleep I noticed that we were at the LAX unboarding and we were going to take the limo waiting to take us to our new home. The whole limo ride I was depressed and very quiet and I felt like crying, until I saw our next door neighbor outside as we pulled up working in the yard. He was tall, slim, blond hair, blue eyes, and a nice ass -- he was your typical boy next door, but he was rich. I new I had to have him.
Mr Kims' Stripper
He found a strip club that he had read about in a gay travel guide, and entered with a hopeful look. Brushing back his jet-black hair and straightening his jacket, he was greeted by a doorman that explained the rules of the club and took a cover fee from him. He pushed past the heavy purple curtains and into a humid cramped room filled with businessmen, men in their late forties and smooth muscle men in silk boxers. They seemed oblivious to their state of undress as they chatted and moved close to the men that were there to see them. In a darkened corner, a man was getting a lap dance from a Latino who seemed on the edge of bliss as he ground his hips just inches from his face. Mr. Kim figured this would do fine.
My Caribbean Love Affair
The burning fire of his explosion of cum still sending its flames into my body. My thoughts raced through my mind, wondering how this had happened, how I could let another man penetrate me like this, how I allowed myself to be used in such a way.
beginnings
My Friend Ramon
His mother let me in and said he was upstairs. I went upstairs and walked into his room without knocking because I figured he was watching TV or playing computer games. When I opened the door, Ramon was standing by the side of his bed. He was totally naked and he had his hand wrapped around his dick.
domination
My Mom's Boyfriend
"You filthy little bastard." Brian grabbed his sheets tight, as waves of pleasure swept over him. Tom grabbed Brian's huge cock and said "almost like mine." He tugged on the cock, then massaged Brian's balls. He spit into Brians ass a few times, and shoved the cucumber back in, the whole time jerking his cock.
My Second Time Sucking Straight Guy
I opened the door and sat back on the bed. Several guys went by loooking in. I said no to a really feminine looking guy about my age, and was considering packing it in,when an East Indian man appeared in the doorway. He greeted me politely in a very cultured accent,and we exchanged pleasantries. He was about 40 years old, 5 ft 10 and 180 pounds,but i could not makeout anything about what his towel hid. He asked if I would like some company. I said yes.
Never Would have Believed it
After digging through the tires for about 30 minutes in the hot garage and not finding anything suitable for this his car, we decided to call it quits. I walked over to the sink in the garage and tried to wash off the dirt and black from the old tires. Even though there was room for both us of at the sink, he just stood there patiently waiting for me to finish. As I was drying my hands he moved to the sink and bent over to start washing his. I couldn't resist and accidentally/on purpose brushed my hand against his butt and said, "Oh, I'm sorry it won't happen again."
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