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Over The Road Trucker
My best friend John and I grew up together. We have known each other for 30 years. John is a straight 31 year old manly man big and strong about 6 feet tall and weighs 250 lbs. He’s not all that good looking. I am also 31 years old 6-3 225 lbs married and have never considered myself gay or bisexual. I have often fantasized about other men as most men do but not to the point where I wanted to go out and try it.
Growing up John and I would hang out with his older brother Mike. Mike was openly gay. Mike never made advances toward me but he took John to several gay bars when John was younger. John told me about the times he went to these bars. He said guys would always hit on him but he would always refuse their advances. I often questioned if John really refused the advances because he continued to go to gay bars with Mike for several years. Although I Read more… …
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Dream Date
Every first date is an interview. I hate them. I d much rather be looking into a handsome man s eyes and thinking about his cock in my mouth or my ass than trying to sidestep questions I don t want to answer respond evasively to personal queries or give half-true or noncommittal replies to interrogations that seem to address topics that I consider to intimate or delicate to discuss with a stranger (because any man on a first date is a stranger).
What do you do for a living? my date a handsome-as-hell curly-haired brunette with brown eyes a strong square chin broad shoulders washboard abs and an overall muscular build asked me over the bacon and eggs we were having for breakfast.
Teach I said.
Where?
At a small private school.
In Nevada?
Uh yeah.
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Money on the Side Ch. 02-03
-Money on the Side Chapter 2.
Thursday was a tough day. After my audition for the job at the party house I had as instructed not masturbated for the entire week and by the time my last class Thursday ended my balls were too full straining against my jeans and my cock had not been fully limp for the entire day.
I packed my stuff in my backpack as instructed just casual clothes to lie around in and a pair of swim trunks for the pool and Jacuzzi.
I left my dorm and walked across campus in a misty rain that left bright halos around the streetlights and soaked my thick brown hair with cold water. And so I floated off campus that night a lone specter wandering in the swirling pink mist my mind burring with images from my audition and my heart pounding at the thought that my new job–my new life–as a prostitute in a gay brothel– Read more… …