The connecting flight to New York was cancelled: bad weather. The airline would put us up for the night, but in Sierra Leone there were few hotels. Passengers would have to share rooms. I stood at the hotel desk. . They gave me the key. I went to the room and opened the door. Two beds. There was already a suitcase, open on the far bed. I heard the water in the shower running. Who was my room-mate? I brought in my things.

We had known each other for some time. We worked at the same place, each in a different department. Something in his look, something in his voice, something in his eyes they called to me. He was a slender fellow. Very different from me. I cannot count the number of years I spent in the gym and at the pool.. Years I invested in the hope that my body would attract what my person would not. Oh, yes, Im built: broad shoulders, rising pecs, tapering waist,.

They had been room mates since September. Drake, tall, blond and well spoken was a theater major. Matt, sandy haired, thick set, short and muscular was a business major who made his way through college with on a gymnast scholarship. It was not unusual for Matt to admire his room mates theatrical good looks: the sharp elegant nose, the piercing blue eyes, the small ears whose pink lobes fit tightly against the chiseled jaw.

Alone at night I thought of nothing but his face, his arms, the white and pink and ivory blue of his delicate skin, the curls of his hair, the soft smile of his lips, the glitter of his eyes. But he wasnt there and I sat alone, the bottle before me, the bottle pouring into the glass, into the glass until there were only shadows. And then sleep. But even in sleep he towered above me, lay supine below me, his every curve and shadow and turn and secret beckoned my mouth and hands and skin. Like a demon he possessed me.

I was desperately alone. Far from everyone I knew. Further still from the one I loved because he was one I never found, never knew. I walked down to the beach. The sun was setting. Everyone gone. Summers warm breath still lingered over the late August sea, moving from the waters horizon to the western setting sun. I mounted the dunes and scanned the empty beach.

At my age, one no longer hopes. The days of ones youth are long gone. Yet, desire remains as devouring as in ones youth. No, more devouring since one knows how little chance offers. All these years, and never to have found that one, that other, that part of oneself long lost. It was a Sunday afternoon, nothing to do, a walk through the public gardens. Summer was closing. Autumn already turned the edges of the leaves from green to shades of yellow and burnt orange. Two dogs chased each other.

Selen Johnson just turned two weeks before she left for college. She grew up in a small town and lived a pretty normal life. In high school she was the typical popular girl that participated in extracurricular activities and was a cheerleader. She was exceptionally pretty with a great body. She stood ", lbs, long brown hair, nice tits d and the prettiest round ass that a girl could ask for.

The hotel was crowded with convention participants. Rooms were all occupied. The dining rooms with lines waiting at the door. Still, since it was raining and I was tired, I decided to wait the queues rather than traverse the puddles. The caf seemed the best bet. An easy dinner. The shortest lines. I waited. There were a few people in front of me. Slowly, others congregated behind. I was unaware of time or place. Then, something warmed behind me. Something caused me to turn.

Over the next few weeks sex has been amazing Anna has become a submissive sex slave to me and Michael. Michael has been coming over every weekend since that first weekend and every time he does we end up having sex all weekend long. Anna wouldnt have clothes on at all she would walk around naked all the time she would make us dinner bring us beer suck our cocks when ever we wanted she would drop to her knees and just suck.

I had finally reached that point when I realized that my age was counting against me. Even though I was in top physical shape, my hair was thinner and grayer; my chest was a bit softer and my waist had begun to thicken. Men my own age were looking for younger men. Younger men were looking for their own. And I was not ready to move to those older than myself. What had I left? An escort. I scoured the paper, and telephoned several possibilities. One struck me more than the others. For one, he described himself as a solidly built but not particularly muscular blond, age twenty five.