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There seems to be a deep connection.
Posted:May 16, 2017 6:48 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2017 6:51 pm
A familiar need and an available friend.
We can be friends... right?
Posted:May 9, 2017 3:14 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2017 5:19 pm
Sometimes a work buddy isn't the best choice for a sex partner.
I have seen it before. I have been lucky enough to stir clear of the complications of bitterness and jealousy.
Maybe I'll still be lucky.
Oh What A Beautiful Morning....
Posted:May 4, 2017 12:25 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2017 2:36 pm
Just sunning the morning wood.
Hungry for some man on man?
Posted:Apr 25, 2017 3:07 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2017 6:52 pm
In your face cock is a all senses experience wouldn't you say?

That moment when all is right in the world.
Posted:Apr 25, 2017 6:54 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2017 2:37 pm
I've had one of those travels that has become just too much of the unfamiliar to deal with. I drove alone with more than 700 miles of scenery and and non-scenery out of state. I thought I would just use an iphone for mapping, I still don't quite know how to operate the phone. I am still reliant on a paper map at times.

The trip has it's adventure of course. There is the open road of mindful thought one can indulge in while driving. There is the travel food that is not usually in my diet. There is the different kind of air to breath that at times feels exotic, with sage at times and pine too. There are new people to strike up a conversation with and of course there is the anticipation of the destination.

I got to the hotel at dusk. I had a bit of trouble finding the place. Where the map failed me though the Phone got me one exit back to where I needed to be. I un folded my self from the rental then stretched as I stood admiring the orange sky.

A slim agile bellman helped me with my extra bag. He was a sight to behold, shapely shoulders and firm behind, as he led me to my fifth floor room. I think the heat in the elevator, that I thought was the heat of this young man, was just my own heat. There was little pause as I tipped him. He only advised me a call would get me anything additional I needed.

Of course, I was in need. I felt the firmness in my pants out of the elevator. I would have stood full out as I paid the bellman, had I been naked. Maybe he would accommodate an older, single traveler that was generous. That was to be.

I briefly paced the fresh room. I acquainted myself with it's amenities. With stocking feet I felt the bathrooms cold stone on my feet as I fought to pulled my hard cock out to urinate. I turned down the harsh extra lighting. Left to my own devices, I tested the bed. I turned it down. Shirtless I flopped back into it as I thought of my need, how tender yet my cock soothed as I stroked.
Rare friend.
Posted:Apr 16, 2017 4:11 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2017 4:8 am
More recently I'd find Eugene, on Saturday or Sunday, in his white boxer briefs and a Tee, playing a game or more until his game companions had relinquished a win. Often he wore less as if he just tumbled out of bed. His bed-head of brown wavy locks and his day or two of extra beard gave him the look of an unemployable slacker. I show up after I finish my week end chores and made ready for the new week. We'd hang for what was left of my day off, either looking for some new friends or just keeping company. I got used to just going with the flow.

We'd been friends for years. We met at the now gone Pat's Hardware. A casualty of the arrival of the big box hardware stores over on the highway. We were even room mates for a brief time during the Pat's years.

The really good part about our friendship, and just a big plus, was our casualness about our cocks needs, our sexual needs, our shared understanding that a guy needs regular release, cock get hard, cock feels good, share it when you can. We have shared a lot of cock and some man cunt.

If we know each other are around, we know whose hand happens to be fingering our ass and grabbing a handful. Warm luscious lips felt on the back of the neck or arms reaching around and hands slid onto and cupping the package will be from each other. It isn't all taken seriously but we are straight forward about our mutual extension of privacy.

We have always compared notes and experiences. He once confided that I taught him how good a deep thrusted cock could feel. I confess he showed me how to deep throat cock with less gagging. The first time we fucked he helped me clean with the water bulb. I expect Eugene or I will at one time or another cleave to another, maybe for good but until then I make the best of our tight friendship. We each have had boy friends and have kept a discreet distance.

When Gary became my lover, moved in, Gary knew how close Eugene and I were, he had seen it before we became a thing. I showed Gary how our grab it game worked before Gary moved in. Gary though felt at the end like a third wheel he said.

We, Eugene and I, continue to share a measure of intimacy. We tried being mates, partners. As I said we lived together for a time. In some ways I guess we still are partners. We share some casual groping and we even kiss sometimes when we feel the need to connect on a special level but the best thing about us has always been that he is my go to guy for support. It's kind of like being more than best friends. Eugene says, I got your package instead of, your back…
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The Three Musketeers
Posted:Apr 14, 2017 8:26 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2017 2:38 pm
All for one and one for all is how think it goes.
This will do for now.
Posted:Apr 6, 2017 1:36 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2017 5:21 pm
Some times you just can't wait for a friend to help you out...
Posted:Mar 31, 2017 5:13 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2017 4:8 am
I look to heaven in thanks...
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Posted:Feb 15, 2017 2:28 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2017 2:45 pm
Scott and I had known each other a lot of years. We shared the agony of Sunday school together and lived only blocks apart. We spent most of the summers free time together. I even went on vacation one time with his family camping at Lake Cachuma, where I learned to fish for small mouth bass. Later on after high school we met up, had dinner, and drank a bit, not to get drunk but we were relaxed. Our tongues were relaxed as well. The conversation grazed over stuff that we did in youth which included the feuds we had with kids we grew up with. We weren’t smart enough to know that we weren’t as wise and grown up as we thought then now that I think back.
Scott drove this evening. It was uncharacteristic for Scott to drive so normal. He generally liked speed. Back in high school he rebuilt his new Camaro for speed. We were talked out maybe but he drove quietly. It turns out Scott had something on his mind. It wasn’t clear what but finally he asked me if I had regrets and what characterized, as I look back, what life was like growing up. He confided that often our friendship was just a result of competition and about the jealousy of our shared on and off again friend, Ken. He wanted to be best of friends with Ken but Ken made him feel like trash. Neither of us was good enough so Scott and I grew close together. He talked about a time Ken had a little party, their travel trailer, to play penny poker and it turned out to be strip poker. Ken got a boner and the party ended when Scott slapped Ken’s boner a couple times. Then he spoke of the time we had a failed circle jerk. The light went out but when the lights were turn on again no one had the dick in hand. It was just a joke. Maybe there was a bit of sexual tension between the two of them. In so many words Scott said he was sorry that I had become his second friend, a friend by default.
There was a long moment, then I spoke up that I knew that I was second but without being second I would have missed out on a lot… second is better than not being a friend. In the dark, I saw Scott face briefly to me with a slight smile.
I broke the quiet again after some moments of introspection. I told Scott that those years were mostly very guarded for me.
“I wouldn’t even let my mom know I liked to wear a jock strap to gym class or where ever. I didn’t let her see it or wash it.” I muttered thoughtfully.
I didn’t say a lot to clarify.
When I was young. I kept to myself a lot especially when I got horny but after I blew my wad, which was often, I’d seek Scott out. We didn’t talk about our maturing, about how hard and how big our dicks were or new hair on our chest or even about girls tits or ass. We did read a lot of comic books. Occasionally, Scott had a hard cock showing in bulged jeans and said nothing, paid no mind of it. I wanted to stare at his crotch all the time but I couldn’t confide that I appreciated the sight. I watched his stray beard hair grow enviously while I had none. I never reached over and groped his cock but I day dreamed about it. Scott never said or implied that I was gay so maybe he kept my secret. He never asked me about anything.
Finally, I did say to Scott,” We all have secrets better left hidden.”
“I know some secrets.” Scott said.
I felt panic for a moment.
“I remember how you and I drove like mad men in your dad’s El Camino. That thing could go. Remember how we got it to leave the ground on hills in the desert?” Scott said.
Things don’t change I guess but we travel in different circles.

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