Monday afternoon I gave David a call. When he answered, I told him, "Be at my house at : PM Tuesday night. Bring whatever toys you want me to use on you. Make sure youre clean, inside and out." David said, "Yes, Sir." Ill be there at Tuesday at :. And Ill make sure Im clean." Then he added, "Thank you, Sir, for taking the time to use me." I thought that was a bit much, but at least David sounded sincere. I gave David my address.

After the CW set had ended, I realized how hungry I was. In back of the bar building some group had a barbecue dinner going as a fundraiser. Greg and Kevin both said they were hungry, so I shepherded them into line by taking hold of one of each of their tits and pulling them towards the food line. While we were standing in line, one of the "models," a friend of Kevins I guess, saw Kevin and came over to where we were standing. I couldnt hear what he said, but Kevin blushed and the guy gave a sort of evil cackle.

My company has a program of putting new college graduates on two- to three-month projects at up to four divisions, until they find assignments they like and divisions who want to hire them. These grads need temporary housing for their short stints. So far, its been a match made in heaven for me. You see, all of these new college graduates are young. Many are male. Some of them are good looking. Some of the good-looking ones are gay, or at least bendable. And I can interview them before I rent them a room.

I knew the leather stores would be crowded, the day before the Folsom Street Fair, and indeed they were. Daddies, boys, street punks, butch dykes, lipstick lesbians, even the occasional grandmotherly type filled the place. But the store had a good selection, ready for the Fair. And best of all, I had a gift certificate, a hell of large prize for submitting the winning pictures to a San Francisco gay rags story and photo contest I write stories, too. Hey, youre reading one, arent you? Dirk was fascinated with everything. He looked a bit horrified by some of the paddles and whips, and amused at some of the skimpy jocks and jockettes well, what DO you call

I slept in late Saturday, since I hadnt gotten much sleep the night before. Chad had only cum once that evening he had not lost at Wales Tales, so hed gotten a blow job. I hadnt even cum ONCE, so I was plenty horny. And when you get two horny gay boys together in one room, well, you know what happens. Like I said earlier, we didnt get much sleep that night... Saturday morning Chad and I parted ways.

His cock wasnt large, maybe six inches long, but it had a nice shape. Its girth was proportional to its length, and the head flared pleasantly. Jason was cut-surprising for a Canadian, or so I thought. His balls were good sized but not remarkably large, and hung down rather on the low side, perfect for me I love sucking on balls, in addition to shaving them, playing with them, tying them off, squeezing them, tugging on them, milking them, and other games. In my opinion, balls are the best play things there are. Jason had a moderately thick patch of hair above his cock, but only a smallish patch around his cock and on his balls. "Trimmed?" I immediately thought.

I woke up with my usual morning hard on. Unlike most mornings but not all mornings, mind you, however, my morning hard on was down the throat of a very cute and sexy guy. Dirk sensed I had woken up and looked up from where he was attempting to deep-throat me. He slid his mouth along the length of my cock, looked up, and said, "Good morning. I was a little hungry, so I was trying for a little protein snack.

I was very surprised when I picked up my phone at work, and it was Dirk calling me. I felt my cock stirring as I thought back on the cute guy who Id dallied with what-is-it? THREE years ago? The last Id known, hed moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles, where he was from, to be with some girl-never to be seen again by me, save when I was beating off to his photographs We made a date for Friday night at a Thai place out in the Sunset, close to where he was living. After I hung up the phone, I thought back to what he looked like, the last time Id been with him. My cock MORE than stirred-it got positively hard as I fantasized. Dirk was then; hed be around now.

I turned the shower back on, and stepped under it. I turned to Jason and said, "Come in here, boy. Youre going to clean me up some. And clean me down, come to think of it. Start on my ass, boy, while Im shampooing myself." I turned my back on Jason and picked up the shampoo. Jason hesitated behind me, like he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. Finally he picked up the soap and a wash cloth and got down on his knees. I felt the soft touch as he started wiping away the sweat and grime and whatever around my ass. My cock hardened yet again as I felt Jason reach beneath me to clean my perineum. "Spread my cheeks and make sure you get in there.

I moved my hand that had been squeezing Dirks ass upward, rubbing his lower back. I then started sliding it downward, inside his pants. Dirk was not wearing a belt on his jeans, so there was room. I felt Dirk wiggled a little-more in fear, or commitment, then in enjoyment, I suspected. This was it... I held Dirk steady by the ass, if you will, as I reached downward between us with my other hand and started undoing the buttons of his jeans. I felt his hard cock against the back of my hand. I ignored it, so to speak-plenty of time for that later! When the last button was undone I spread the flaps apart, then slowly worked his pants down his hips.