The steam room was my sanctuary in the house of pain that most called a gym. The bleached white towel that lazily draped over my thighs was the only image of purity that this bath house would conjure up this evening. Being so wasted from my work out, it hurt to just sit up against the back dark corner of the steaming box. Somebody had covered the harsh yellow light with a couple wet towels. One.
athletic
Daily Steam Routine
Double Dribble Fuck
I'd been holed up in the library for a couple hours already, worse than useless. All I'd accomplished was listening to the few songs on my ipod that seemed to fit my mood over and over again on repeat. I looked at the time on my laptop again and wondered if it was too late to go back yet. Every fear is a wish. Every wish is a fear. Fuck it. Or maybe I did want to. Whatever. I didn't, anyway.
college
Friday The Thirteenth
Bogey could only look forward to Friday! He was tall, 6' 1" a solid 220 pounds of former college line-backer. Bogey was furry; hairs curling out of his open shirt collar and his sleeves. He had a short but flat top in mixed salt & pepper. Bogey's nuts ached. It had been DAYS since he had shot a load. On Friday he was going to an all male camp and looked forwared to sucking and fucking like crazy.
encounters
Filling Station
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
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Mall Glory Hole Encounters
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
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Cock On The Brain Of A Straight Guy
"WM seeks same for movies and massage. " I called and left a message. He called and left a message. We finally met at a convenience store close to his apartment. I'm average looking, average height and he seemed to fit that description as well, though he seemed a bit older than he claimed to be. I followed him over to his place in my car.
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Gay Oriental Story
m. in the evening, and it's been a long hot day. I had arrived that afternoon, and the journey from the airport to the hotel was very long. It was nice to be back, and the hotel was cool and welcoming. You arrived at reception and asked for me, and soon you were at the door. Warm smiles, both of us pleased to meet at last, after the many messages by e-mail. Later, we shall eat. You hesitate.
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Bathhouse Nights
First I would go to a few topless bars and get turned on by the girating, sexy girls. I am bisexual, but women are so much harder to have sex with on a moment's notice, and they usually want to get "involved," so I found it easier to just play with my fellow men, so to speak.
encounters
Couture
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
encounters
Gay Sex In Con's Hot Car
He'd just come out of a hardware store and was obviously heading back to his car, ordinarily I reckon we'd both have pretended not to have seen each other but it was clear to both of us that we were leaving. The only connection between the two of us was that we lived in the same street, I shared a place with my sister and Con lived with his parents a few doors down from us.
friendship
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