After having topped a 19-year-old college freshman last week, it was now my turn to return the favor and bottom for him. Was it going to be revenge time for him? Was the boy going to rough me up, the same way I had roughed him up last week?
Today appeared to be another day where the most I could expect was a bit of ‘window-shopping’ on London's shabby Metropolitan Line, but the sight of three lads waiting on the platform pulled me abruptly out of my fantasies. (updated new version)
I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don’t know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game.
Tomi and Emma return to Croatia for 10 days after an exciting four days in Prague. Tomi takes some time to figure out his feeling after having spent four days with Jakub. This is a shorter transition chapter before things are likely to heat up for the final three weeks of Tomi’s European summer.
We got to a room that looked like a dungeon. It had a St. Andrews Cross, stocks, a sling, a fuck bench, jail cell and a Gynecologists examination table. It was quite impressive. They put me into the stocks and took off my clothes.
I give a mature-aged but fit-looking hitch-hiker a lift in a country town. He has just become homeless and I have a spare room at home, so why not do the right thing and invite him to stay? Soon enough I get my reward.
“Does this kid know where he’s at” After his car broke down and he caught a ride from a friendly stranger, Joey may have gotten himself into a predicament.
Okay so these guys think they can set me up for a vacation be sure they care about me grieving over Emit, big whoop but not until I find Sam in Brazil for the "vacation till then".
I stepped out of the side of the bin and walked towards the group. I could see the big guy standing next to Brad, a few inches taller than Brad and thicker in a brutish, more muscular way. He was a black guy, with light brown skin and fucking hot as hell. The two jocks on their knees servicing both dicks. I watched Brad as a smile registered on his face when he saw me coming.
Isn't a no-strings hook-up at an airport exactly the right cure for a break-up that's left you in a permanent bad mood? Even when he's the cutest, funniest, most stunning guy ever .... (loosely based on pics from a Filipino guy l still dream after and who inspired my first story too!)
This story is based on a real experience my boyfriend and I had the other day. A bunch of it is fact, some of it is fiction. Have fun figuring out which is which ;)