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The bar behind the theatre was nearly empty apart from a couple of gay boys. Well, it was a gay bar, so no ******* surprise there. I glanced at the fat one and decided, 'No thank you very much,' as I have noticed fat people often smell unpleasantly, maybe it's the sweat trapped between their ********** that does it. But the other one was very cute and I decided I would have him. In those days, it was regarded as 'de rigeur' to buy a lad a lager and lime before dragging him home with you for some nookie, so I coughed up for a half pint with charm and grace. Sadly, he was no great shakes in the conversational stakes, but was I after intellectual stimulation? No, I ******* wasn't. Anyway, once I'd checked his passport to ensure he was over-age (no one wants any ******* trouble from the bigoted morality squad) I dragged him back to my elegant bachelor orgy-pad and stripped him off to investigate his lithe little body; a nice smooth little **** and a reasonably clean **** What more can you want from a one night stand? After a bit of a damp snog and a good old ***** I lubed him up and gave his *** a right good poking. He moaned a bit, but then who wouldn't moan, with seven and a half inches of thick gristle shoved all the way up their sphincter? I know I would. After I had filled his rear end with love juice a couple of times, I felt that kicking out was the name of the game. Generously, I gave him a half-crown for his bus fare as he said he was a bit short of cash, being unemployed. It was the least I could do, as he had three miles to go home, and it was raining cats and ******* dogs outside. After he'd left, I checked out the bed sheets (as you would) and was irritated to find a few skidmarks there, or they may have been where I wiped my fingers after having eaten a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk. A quick sniff confirmed my worst suspicions though. 'Ah well, true love always comes at a price', I reflected, as I scraped the worst bits off with a nail file.

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May 1, 2015

May 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC

edna-sweetlove

A Gay Adventure

The bar behind the theatre was nearly empty apart from a couple of gay boys. Well, it was a gay bar, so no ******* surprise there. I glanced at the fat one and decided, 'No thank you very much,' as I have noticed fat people often smell unpleasantly, maybe it's the sweat trapped between their ********** that does it. But the other one was very cute and I decided I would have him. In those days, it was regarded as 'de rigeur' to buy a lad a lager and lime before dragging him home with you for some nookie, so I coughed up for a half pint with charm and grace. Sadly, he was no great shakes in the conversational stakes, but was I after intellectual stimulation? No, I ******* wasn't. Anyway, once I'd checked his passport to ensure he was over-age (no one wants any ******* trouble from the bigoted morality squad) I dragged him back to my elegant bachelor orgy-pad and stripped him off to investigate his lithe little body; a nice smooth little **** and a reasonably clean **** What more can you want from a one night stand? After a bit of a damp snog and a good old ***** I lubed him up and gave his *** a right good poking. He moaned a bit, but then who wouldn't moan, with seven and a half inches of thick gristle shoved all the way up their sphincter? I know I would. After I had filled his rear end with love juice a couple of times, I felt that kicking out was the name of the game. Generously, I gave him a half-crown for his bus fare as he said he was a bit short of cash, being unemployed. It was the least I could do, as he had three miles to go home, and it was raining cats and ******* dogs outside. After he'd left, I checked out the bed sheets (as you would) and was irritated to find a few skidmarks there, or they may have been where I wiped my fingers after having eaten a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk. A quick sniff confirmed my worst suspicions though. 'Ah well, true love always comes at a price', I reflected, as I scraped the worst bits off with a nail file.