I work in a large department store. Since I work directly for a fragrance company I get to go from store to store in the Bay area. I love the change in scenery, but most of all of love getting to see the wide variety of men both employees and customers. There is one store that I visit that has three very hot guys in it. One former military with a nice tight build named Mike. You can tell he has...
It was a wet rainy Friday afternoon and of course it was also my day off of work so I was homebound watching television. After an hour or so I got bored watching the TV so I got up and started some light cleaning. I dusted and put away some dishes from the dishwasher when a commercial for a movie that was opening up that day came on the TV and I did want to go see it anyway so I decided that...
This story is meant for the mature and like minded gay man that has had experiences as a young man. If you’re into it read on. As a young man I did not have many male friends, manly because all of the neighbors’ kids, that were my age, were girls. My older brother on the other hand had many male friends and no girl friends his age in the local vicinity of our house. Most of the time I...
Lunchtime Snack, Part 6 Sunlight shown through the verticals and hit me in the face. I quietly untangled myself from my bench-mate who was sleeping soundly. I peered over Rodrigo’s head and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand—7:45 am. I was worn out, but not really tired. It’s really kind of odd how you can trick your body if you don’t recall what time you made it to sleep! I...
Lunchtime Snack, Part 5 Well now, I’ve just gotta tell ya…after my long hiatus from sex, not entirely voluntary on my part, I was very pleased at the ease which the two of us “fit”. I guess it’s really true what ‘they say’ that sex is like riding a bicycle—one never forgets. Thank God—my equipment responded splendidly. I didn’t have to ask Rodrigo if “it was good for him” and judging from...
Lunchtime Snack, Part 1 Well, it’s quite possible that you won’t believe the strange set of circumstances that came about for me. It all started about three weeks ago and quite frankly, I wouldn’t have believed the possibility of this happening myself—that is if I hadn’t been a willing participant. I usually take a quick lunch in my office, as our company’s lunch room is notorious for...
I guess that being tired from my trip as well as being able to spend time in my own bed took its toll. I slept right through until a splash of sunlight hit me in the face. I was momentarily startled and quickly leaned over to check the time. 7:30 AM. I usually would already be at the office by now. I bolted from the bed and hit the showers. I threw back my pills and chased them with a half...
We had taken off to the west and made the wide turn to the east. While the plane was banking slightly to the left…this afforded a great view of metropolitan Houston...and accordingly, Carter was busy looking out the window. Usually I prefer a window seat if all things are equal. I’ve flow a lot, but always like the view—plus you don’t have anyone crawling over you to either stand in the aisle...
Lunchtime Snack, Part 2 I was kept very busy in Houston, and Thursday afternoon came quicker than I thought. As I stepped on the plane at Intercontinental Airport, I felt an anxious tingle between my legs. Things had went rather well, and on top of everything else, I’d been upgraded to first class, which meant that I’d be getting some sort of dinner as well. That was icing on the cake,...
I always take the bus on the way to school. I would often sit beside the window waiting for a cute guy to sit beside me so that I could have someone to rub bodies with (through a t-shirt of course!), although this was very seldom. Then one Saturday morning, I had a soccer practice and so I went to school early ( I don't wanna be late) I rode a bus and sat near the back. Since it was very...
Please feel free to tel me what you think. caguy369@yahoo.com “Susan” his voice boomed into the speaker on his desk. “Yes” she replied from the door. ‘There you are, I will be gone for my lunch appointment.” he started. “I should expect to be gone for a couple of hours.” he continued. “Yes sir” the woman replied. A man in his mid-forties stood from behind...
With bag and stolen item in tow, the thief made his way to a service elevator. He got in and rode it to the ground level. Once out he reached into his bag and produced a disposable cell phone. He dialed a number, an answering service came on. “Thank you for calling Global Construction, please leave your message.” The monotone voice ended with a beep. “This is zero, six, nine; item is waiting...
It was another hot summer afternoon – thankfully a low humidity, but it was still scorching enough to provoke an outpouring of sweat. As I cleared the top of the stairs onto the platform, I realised a train going in my direction was already there. I checked the indicator – it was bound for Central London – and dived aboard just before the doors closed with many beeps. I turned right, to the...
Ruben got up and sauntered over to the girls at the bar. They seemed to have forgiven him for messing around with the little queer on the barstool. I pulled my face off the gigantic biker’s cock just long enough to see Ruben step on to the gritty dance floor, a big-breasted woman hanging on his shoulders as they swayed together under the grimy disco ball. He ground his hips into hers as the...
By Jimmy Gordon. I smelled Leon’s musty leather jacket, my face pressed against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his taut waist as we sped through the chilly November night. His big Harley growled under us as he downshifted through a turn in the snaky road. We were on our way to Jugs, the leather biker bar in the next town. I had only heard about it, my friends telling me stories of hot...
I’m James--a little about myself, 5'7 135 college boy. You could say I'm just the regular guy who's comfortable with jeans or shorts and tees. I have never been with a guy but is always curious how's it like to mess with another hot and horny dude. I mean no gay stuff and shit just plain jacking off. I would deal with my hard prick and he takes care of his own. I have thought that watching...
© 2004John Smith Jeff had grown up to be a self styled scrapper. He'd pick fights and get high. He lacked the masculinity of his bigger older brother who was a bear and masculine complete with bitten-off fingernails. Jeff lacked his brother's masculinity, being a tad skinny and having long red hair and long nails. He had a beard; his only sign of masculinity which also let people know he...
I had become a frequent visitor to a popular gay chat room. It was a year after my divorce, and I was feeling the need to act on those feelings I had hidden for many years. I’ve known since I was 11 or 12 that I was sexually attracted to other guys. I had fooled around with a male cousin a few times, jerking off together, but when I got older I put all that aside. I fell in love with a...
I was sitting in my car late at night behind the adult bookstore hoping to catch some horny guy before he went in. While I sat there I noticed a young man on a bicycle riding around. He looked like he might have been a runaway, his hair was short and it looked dirty, and he had about a one-day growth of facial hair. He had on a t-shirt under a dirty dress shirt that was unbuttoned and a tight...
Early in the morning, rush hour of a weekday. Squeezed in a tightly packed car train, from the suburbs to the downtown, I am heading to the municipal library, while all other travelers are probably in their way to work. I like these trips; very often a guy would press himself against my body, offering his front or back, depending on preferences or possibilities. It happens frequently because I am...
I live in Tucson, Arizona which, in case you didn't know, is not all that far from the US / Mexico border. A few weeks ago I had gone to one of the border towns to do some shopping. On the way back I decided to stop off for a sundae, but as I was leaving the store with it somebody bumped into me and I ended up with ice-cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped topping splattered all over the front of...
Looking Back—Gay Sex Driven, Part 09 Morning made itself known brightly—I’d forgotten to close the blinds—and there was a rather large window directly opposite my bed that faced east. As soon as the sun hit my eyes, I was awake. If I’d had any preconceptions regarding Virgil’s sleeping habits, I was dead wrong…he was still sleeping soundly. I’d have bet money that he probably usually “woke...
I am a flag bearer for a Gaelic bagpipe band. We had just finished a 4th of July parade and I was going to stop at a home improvement store to pick up things for a project I was going to start the next day. As I stepped into a nearly deserted store, I was wearing my white long-sleeved dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back, knee socks, shoes and kilt. Yes, I was wearing a traditional skirt. ...
It’s truly amazing just how easily you can get yourself tired when you put your mind to it. Actually, truth be told, after a testy day at registration and chasing books, I was ready for some sack time…and I hoped Virgil was as well…but probably for divergent reasons. I led the way upstairs to the second floor (or the first floor as mother called it—another one of her English quirks.) I...
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