I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was there, but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat.
encounters & interracial
Part 1: Fucking the Arab Cab Driver in the Ass
Part 2: Fucking the Arab Cab Driver in the Ass
With a sudden swerve of the cab Ahmed drove down a side street between two darkened office blocks, gliding into a an empty car park we jolted to a stop. Ahmed kicked off his shoes, roughly took his trousers off then in one quick clumsy move he lent over the drivers seat, pushed his arse towards my face and lifting the shirt tail of his blue cab uniform offered his arse to me.
encounters & interracial
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