My first Dunes experience! A true story of one of my first visits to the beach dunes of Gran Canaria. I had set out on holiday with a couple of friends to a gay resort on the island and on the third day I decided to explore the gay beach and dunes behind it.
Like most teens, strange different than normal feelings about gay sex often entered my private confused mind? Take one closeted gay scout master, add one curious tenderfoot and deep woods camping trip, and pending cock adventure and new discoveries lead to wonderful bur forbidden GAY COCK PLAY!
Recollections of sexy times in Western Australia's capital city in the late 1970s. At 30 years old I was still new to the scene and was out to get as much sex as I could. And it wasn't difficult to find.
This is a true story of one of the last times I had sex: We are walking around the park in the middle of the night when he pulls out a blunt and lights it up. We are sitting on the swings smoking when all of a sudden he pulls out this big thick dick
Every year their grandfather insists on growing watermelons, and every year, during some of the hottest days of summer, Spencer and his brother, Mason are responsible for harvesting them. This year they have help, and for Spencer, its a time of awakening.
Bobby went to the campground, assuming it would be his last time. He anticipated the usual two week stay, but this year was different. First of all, he was put in a cabin with a counselor. And second, well, you can guess.
As I got out of the pool, my cock came to life in my little black speedos. I walked quickly to the change rooms knowing what the Married Guy had in store for me when I got there.
Wade was thirty-two, divorced and living alone on his farm. It was not how he envisioned his life. It would be a chance encounter that would change everything.
This is a semi true story of something that recently happened to me. I was walking through a local park in my area that is considered a hook up park. And I met a guy that something did happen. Just not all reading here. So some parts are fiction, some parts are non.
Final Chater
Guy recently get's his Scout Badge in boyscouts and after that goes on his first trip and learns about cock first hand from his patrol leader who assigns him to the same text.
There I was, stripped and naked in front of Brent, the first guy I had ever sucked, and Elmer, now my daddy, kneeling between the legs of James, in the back of a camper headed off for a weekend camping trip with Elmer, his three sons, and Brett, who I would learn later had been picked up along the way.
You know the type. The one that makes you hard to just to look at him. The one who can't help but make you consider the sexual scenarios that would give both of you pleasure.