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He stepped into the café, smiling when our eyes met. I readily smiled back, for this man was one of my best customers. He typically showed up in the afternoon, once the lunchtime rush had subsided. His order was always the same: coffee with cream, no sugar. And his tips were so lavish as to be almost insulting. Almost. I was a poor college student in debt up to my eyeballs, so I was grateful for every penny. The man strode toward a table by the window, and I quickly followed. As usual, he was dressed in a suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. I was shitty at guessing ages, but I thought he was in his late forties. His hair, entirely silver, provided a striking contrast to his youthful face. His …

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I spent the weekend down in Brisbane (about a ninety-minute drive south of where I live on the coast).  Caught up with some friends, but overall the weekend was a bit of a flop.  Some friends were sick, others had kids’ sport to go to, and I had to drive everywhere, so no partying for me.  Originally, I had planned on spending Sunday and even Monday night down there. I always pack my laptop so can do some work, but the weather wasn’t great so I just cruised back on Sunday afternoon. Driving back through the city, I thought I would go for a swim at one of the city pools.  The pool I had in mind is in a bit of a ‘gay neighbourhood’ and I know some guys (yes, gay guys) who swim …

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When I was in my early thirties, I decided to join a gym. I had recently broken up with my longtime girlfriend and thought that I needed to trim up a little bit. Aware that I most likely was going to be targeting women younger than myself, I felt like I needed to look my best. I took a tour of a local gym one afternoon. It was in a very large, two-story building with ample parking out front. If I recall correctly, it used to be a furniture store. The bottom floor of the building was now three separate lots. The largest of the three was unoccupied, while the smaller two had a tax business and a print shop. The entire second floor was the gym. The entrance to the gym was well-marked. Inside, …

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We lay there for a while, my cock was still in him, and we were both breathing raggedly. Nate slowly blinked, and his eyes looked at me, dazed but gradually regaining clarity. Without a doubt, I could feel his body getting tenser. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders. I couldn’t figure out the look he had just given me before he removed himself from me. Without a word, he just sat there for a couple of seconds with his legs on the side of the bed and stood up after I lightly touched his back. Nate turned to me slightly, like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and just went to the bathroom. I heard him run the water in the sink and then, after a while, flush and shower. …

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I clearly had an itch that needed scratching. Like most mornings, I was sitting on the padded window seat of my kitchen’s bay window; feet up, an accent pillow behind my back. I held a cup of Caribou Mahogany dark roast halfway up to my mouth with one hand and my iPhone in the other. Each morning I scanned the cruising/hookup app, more out of boredom, than anything else. One profile caught my eye, “Bi-curious, fifty-six-year-old daddy, 6’ 4”, 190#, clean and healthy.” Lanky. Did that translate to a long schlong? We messaged back and forth, ultimately deciding a face-to-face meeting over a cup of coffee might be a good way to meet. We set it up for the next morning at the Oak Hill Marina cafe. He suggested he had planned on taking his …

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I have not been around lately because a new hobby I started in the new year has been taking most of my free time. This hobby isn’t for everyone; it requires good judgment, discretion, self-control and an artistic eye. Before I tell you what my new hobby is, let me first warn you: once you start, you can’t stop. Your every waking moment will be consumed by the desire to do just one more. But one more will never be enough. You’ll do another and another until you absolutely must eat, sleep or work. You’ve been warned, so I can tell you. I rate cocks online. The internet is awash with so many sites where men proudly display their junk for people to rate them. Lately, I do little more than help them out. If …

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When I got home, I followed Brandon’s suggestion, and I Googled this Doctor Moore. It turned out he’d touched off quite the scandal, at least for the school. He’d been accused of all kinds of misconduct, and an administrator had spent years covering for him, so a bunch of people had lost their jobs over it. My Google searches also brought up Jean-Jacques’s photography website. It showcased a lot of his work, and it linked to the site for Brandon’s basketball league. That sent me down a rabbit hole of its own, since I got to see more of the pictures they were selling for charity. The featured images were all carefully cropped to hide the guys’ junk, or they had basketballs strategically placed in front of their crotches, so you had to pay to …

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I dropped the Mako off at the Yacht Basin and walked the five minutes over to Doc Ford’s. I opted for an Island Mojito and the grouper tacos. I had some time to kill before my flight, so one mojito turned into three. I started thinking of Dirk. I pulled his business card out of my wallet and looked at his picture. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was and even more so, I couldn’t believe I had sucked his cock, swallowed his load, and allowed him to breed me. Just thinking of our two sessions produced a tingle in my taint region and leakage of precum into my beach-comber slacks. After my first session with Dirk, I had placed this very same card, with both his picture and contact information, on my bedside table. …

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I lingered for two or three minutes after the biker zipped up and left. As I exited the woods, I noted the Harley was gone, replaced by a newer model Nissan Maxima. The driver had backed in, so the driver’s side was adjacent to mine. The driver had his window down, his elbow resting on the sill. I offered a “How’s it going?” as I walked between the vehicles. The driver smiled, answering, “Not bad. Jake and you hook up?” l must have looked perplexed; as he clarified, “The biker, his name is Jake. He’s a friend, of sorts.” “A friend with benefits?” I laughed. “Yep, eight inches worth,” as he stuck his hand out the window. “I’m Mark.” I pumped his hand. “Frank,” I responded. Mark was a pleasant-looking older gentleman, maybe seventy or …

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