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one day while working i decided to park up in a quiet car park in the countryside and have a spot of lunch, and then started to eat my food and drink however there was other cars parked up so i payed them no mind but seen that some guy walked off into the woods out of site and come back about five minutes later then after some time later the same guy went back in to the woods again, interesting i thought. so i decided to go and have a look if he did it again and sure enough he did so i followed him keeping my distance having a smoke as i walked, but then he turned around and started to come back my way i shit myself as im only a small guy and there was no body else around so i turned off onto a path still smoking my fag hoping he didnt see me i carried on walking down this path out of site and seen someplace to hide for a bit till he went on his way. i then lit another fag and waited a bit but then there he was in front of me about 20 feet away, i nearly wet my pants, o fuck i

Evan looked up at the sign that read The Massage House, looked down at his gift card, and braced himself. He’d never been to a place like this. He always thought spas were too…not for him. If he were honest, he thought they were more for women. His female coworker, that he happened to like very much, had given him a gift card as a birthday present. It was very thoughtful, but he was nervous about going in. Was it weird in this day and age for a man to go to a spa and get a massage? Evan ran his fingers through his brown hair and sighed at his reflection in the glass door. He wasn’t as tall as he wanted to be, not as tan as he wanted to be, and not as confident as he wanted to be. He stared at the reflection of his hazel eyes. They were a similar shade to Melanie’s. She was the one who’d given him the gift card, the one he liked. If he went in and got a massage, it would be one more thing he could talk to her about. He would thank her and describe the experience. She’d te

It wasn’t the first time Sam had ever stood anywhere with his hat in his hands but this moment definitely stood above the rest as one in which he thought he’d certainly hit “rock-bottom.” He twisted his little flat cap in his hands while he stood, dirty and wet from the rain in Miss Molly’s parlor. He hadn’t even the courage to put his boots near to the fire so he stood next to it, hoping that it wouldn’t merely make him warm and damp or the room humid. When he’d asked to speak to Miss Molly, he’d thought himself capable to say what he’d come to ask but as he waited for her, alone and uncertain, he grew more and more convinced that in this he was doomed to fail as well. He hadn’t been a very good boxer. Fight after fight he lost and gained only more scars to show for it. He used to be pretty, he thought solemnly. He used to be pretty and lithe and worth having for a night or two…but now? He avoided peering into any mirrors for the fear of having to see

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Last night I went on a date with a older white guy who is older he is a truck driver and a friend of my dads I have known him since I was 5 he lives in Arizona and will be in town for a short time he has been talking about relationships and other things then we went to a bar and drank and drank and at the end of the night he ask me if I would like to come see his hotel room I was so surprised and thought could he be bi sexual because he was married with kids then I said ok so we went to his 18 wheeler truck he was calling his hotel at a truck stop so I get in and can see he has a bed and shower and tv and all kinds of shit he gets in and gets on the bed I’m sitting on the chair in there he is across from me he says I remember when you were younger I would babysit you guys and all of you would swim out at the pool , I know what he was getting at , he says remember that time all your brothers and sisters were out of town but you had to stay for school and your parents had me watch you

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Every day had been melting into the next since the lockdown had begun. Gabrielle had been working from her study at home for three weeks and could feel her brain drying out like a sponge in the sun from the lack of stimulation. Usually, she spent all day darting about the office, being pulled in a hundred directions at once and juggling a multitude of tasks. Now, she was confined to her wheelie office chair for ten hours a day, enduring droning conference calls and sending ten emails for every query that could have far more easily been handled with a single face-to-face conversation. Gabrielle wasn’t the only one feeling the frustration. Despite her endearing efforts to stay positive, Lyssa was clearly bored stupid locked in the house. The family she nannied for had no need for her with both parents at home, and she was burning her way through every book, DVD and videogame they owned. Gabrielle was browsing online for more items to keep her beau entertained (w

My GF moved out so I needed someone to move in with me to pay the rent. I had been a secret CD for 3 mos.My friend T hooked me up with a guy named B whom moved in and began sharing the rent with me. The first few weeks,I kept my girly secrets.I had my own lingerie,skirts and 2 dresses.I could do my own make up too.I was hoping to find a new GF whom would appreciate a guy like me.I put ribbons,bows and barrettes in my long blonde hair.I joined a dating site but mostly got hits from horny old men and no real girls.I watched porn on my computer especially TG and gay porn.I really began identifying with the bottom.I read some CD forums discovering that I am a beta type male. I jerked off a few times watching the girl getting ass fucked with her little soft thin cock flipping and flopping.It was all warm gay fantasy to me. I never imagined being with another male.I was sleeping in my panties and nightgowns every night. I was going to work wearing panties and even a slip under my boy pants.M

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