I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said “Clifford Jenkins” with “New York” written under it. That was me. But I wasn’t being met by anyone that I knew of. The...
For the past 7 months I have been exploring my sexual attraction to men. I have a strong preference toward older larger hairy uncut Daddy type men. I have been seeing such a man for some time now and I am seeing him tomorrow morning at his place. I am 51 and he is 67. When I arrive the door will be unlocked so I can just walk in and then lock his door. He will greet me in his robe just...
I woke up the next morning and I thought i had the best dream ever. Jake and I had sex and became boyfriends. I sighed and opened my eyes. As my eyes focused, i realized that it wasn't a dream. Jake was sleeping with his head on my chest. He started waking up and saw me staring at him....
You have to read my first two parts to get thing one check them out:)Max and u have just started making out when there was a knock on the door. I was frozen by this shock ,but Max knew what to do....
This is part two of Chad and MaxAs I wake up it all comes back to me.Max and I had wonderful passionate sex last night. Me and the highschool hunk. I never thought this would happen I love him so much he makes my world. As I lose my self in my thoughts I look down at Maxs big strong arm pulling me in for a morning spoon session I know it's going to lead to more....
“How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform.”I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I’d been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons’s Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I’d barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt over my shoulders. That didn’t stop the...
“What’s for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well.”“Of course, if that’s what you want, Ely. If that’s what you want, than that’s what we’ll have.”He’s got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it’s lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of course we don’t have any lamb chops in...
I am an Indian man.my life changed when I met an older man.I was 19 and Bill was 57 .he was white Dutch man .we met cruising in Durban shopping alleys,very popular on Weekends .not any more.our eyes meet.and he offered to take me to his flat.he offered me a drink and I was getting a bit tipsy and also very randy.we touched and I was rock hard.Bill was well built and hairy bold in the...
I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a...
I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a...
We were in Jim’s big, sporty BMW on our way home together, leaving the District. He was driving, as was his preference, though I’d driven in from my office at the Pentagon to pick him up. “Oh, and Clancy called to confirm that his guys delivered the bricks and sent some photographs for me to confirm he’d delivered what we’d chosen.” He picked up his Galaxy 3 off the console and handed it across...
“The Bechtel Journal”. This is a series of chronological excerpts from the personal Journal of Matt Bechtel. ---BREAKFAST IN FRENCH--- Was it the fragrance of rain or the smell of fresh coffee in the air? Matt was not sure which of the two it was that woke him up after only a couple of hours sleep. He did know however that it was a pleasant way to be woken up since he enjoyed both. As he...
“The Bechtel Journal”. This is a series of chronological excerpts from the personal Journal of Matt Bechtel.--BITCHES-- “Ladies and Gentlemen the Captain has turned off the seat-belt sign…””London here we come! Hopefully this is just the first of many international trips to come…especially on the companies buck.” Matt exclaimed while adjusting his seat back a couple of notches. “This...
Since the last time i went to Jake's house, my feelings for him escalated. I found myself staring at him whenever i saw him. Two of my friends, Beth and Eric, confronted me at lunch one day....
I was a slow starter, but once I got it, there was no stopping me. I had fantasized about men my entire life....
I was posted to MCSOCOM (it was to evolve later to MARSOC) under the commander at Camp Lejeune. I’d gotten used to having my home base being the shithole we affectionately (and realistically) called “Camp Swampy” after having most recently transferred from duty at NATO and before that the US Embassy in Paris. Camp Swampy, as sultry and unsophisticated (I almost wrote ‘uncivilized’!) as it was,...
I was told by a friend who reads my stuff that there should have been at least one sex scene in this chapter of Wolf and me. So I have revised it and added a bit more. After all I have to keep my readers happy. And I am always open to suggestions. I am an open book. If you have any suggestions you can add at the end of this or you can e-mail me. Wolverine4956@ymail.comDarianWolf and Me...
We live in a university town, my wife and I, and we live in a neighborhood within five blocks of the edge of that university. It’s an affluent neighborhood, built on heavily wooded, well-manicured lots on the side of a ridge, with narrow streets running up and down and twisting here and there. Almost like the country, but a wealthy enclave right in the small city. Quite staid we are. Not ones for...
Wolf and MeChapter 1My name is Darian. I’m in my late thirties and am in pretty good shape. I have dirty blond hair and a handsome face. Hey I’m not a ten, but I do turn heads. I usually wear a white cowboy hat and a form fitting tee shirt to show off my not too shabby pecs, abs and arms. I like to wear faded button fly levies, which show off my best asset. My firm butt. I show a nice...
My name is Darian and I am a gay bottom guy. Most of the time I play with my toys, sniff some poppers, have a joint or two and watch gay porn movies. I love having a cock up my ass and also am not one of those guys who it only takes 2 minutes to please. I like it over and over again for hours on end. Probably that is why I never found the right guy yet or at least I thought so. I give myself an...
Corporate Rivals- Part SixAcquiescenceThe Monday following his thrashing of Mark Riggs, Jim cornered me in my office. He, like everyone else, had learned of Mark's resignation. I guess he figured he was on a victory roll and wanted to keep his momentum going....
1Il mio miglior amico al liceo si chiamava Gianni, ci eravamo conosciuti il primo anno e continuammo a frequentarci. Quello che segue accadde durante l’ultimo anno. Facevamo tutto insieme, incluso giocare nella stessa squadra di calcio. Un sabato sera, dopo un doppio incontro, eravamo stanchissimi e decidemmo di utilizzare la spa che era nella casa dei suoi genitori, era tardi ed...
Part 5................continued from part 4Later I hear...
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I had come to the bar, reluctantly, and as I walked up to him I thought I felt a shiver through my body. Nerves, fear, or excitement? I wasn’t sure but I knew now that I was here for him.My buddy, Bruce, had been on me for ages just to admit it. “You wanna come, Ryan. Admit it.” Standing in the living room naked, towelling off after his shower I wasn’t...
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