Part 4

Well I've been hesitating to make a post about this part of my life. But this moment in time was bitter sweet. I made some bad choices & had to spend 60 days in jail. No this isn't a story about being in jail, not totally. OK so I was in the county jail, this was back in the very early 80's. The gay cpl I wrote about in my previous post, made sure I had their phone number & address before I got locked up. So at least once a week we exchanged letters, hot letters lol. I guess writing your fantasies down was easier by mail lol. We talked about everything I had thought about us doing to… Leggi altre informazioni

Pubblicato da Curiouscpl33713 2 mesi fa 5

Part 3

I've been so horny all week thinking about my new friends & the pleasure gay sex can bring. I've stroked off all week thinking about the possibilities & the kinky things I want to at least try. I show up Saturday morning ready to "work" on a few things. Mainly that twinks cock some more. Wait, did I just say that? I've never thought about, let alone looked forward to a cock in my mouth. But I actually am excited about it. I get hard when I think about it. I knocked on the door, & the professor opened it, dressed in some leather harness type thing on his chest, a leather cod peac… Leggi altre informazioni

Pubblicato da Curiouscpl33713 7 mesi fa 8

Part 2

It sure seemed like a long week waiting to go back to their house to do "yard work". I've had so many kinky thoughts & ideas going through my head all week. I think I've managed to cum every night just thinking about that hard dick in the lace see through panties. So I get up Saturday morning bright & early, get my shower & trim up my pubic hair nicely. Just in hopes of something. I'm so nervous, I've never even touched another dick in my life, but the thought of it makes me rock hard. I get out my white cut off short shorts & put them on, no underwear as usual. Get a t-shirt… Leggi altre informazioni

Pubblicato da Curiouscpl33713 8 mesi fa 17

My first gay encounter

This is an absolute true story....I was a teen in the 70's, I grew up in a rural area, farm boy of sorts. I was always in good shape, worked & played outside all my life. I moved to the city when I turned 16. I needed to make extra cash for a car I was wanting to buy. So I started cutting grass for people in my area, within walking distance to home. I had several customers in no time. Word got out that I always did a good job & I'm polite to everyone. There's was a neighbor to where I was cutting grass watching me work. I thought he just wanted to see if I was doing it properly. Well e… Leggi altre informazioni

Pubblicato da Curiouscpl33713 8 mesi fa 12