randyreese
Gift PremiumI'm a gentle laid back man who is a bit of a hedonist. Enjoy romantic encounters that last for hours. Not into pain in anyway and don't expect it in return. Am very oral. Love to give and receive.
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Friday, August 18, 2006, 7:44:50 PM- David Part II | ||||||
A year passed during which time we travelled together to the Collegiate in the taxi; since David was the last pick up in the morning, he usually sat on my lap as there wasn’t really a lot of room for nine teenagers and one driver- four in the front and six in the back. It was just the reverse on the way home and I sat on his lap. Number two highway at that time was badly in need of repair and we jostled about in the back seat causing the person on the bottom to get fully aroused. Quite often on arrival at school, both with raging hardons, we had to walk to the lockers with our binders in front of our crotches so no one could see the obvious bulge in our pants. We met outside of school as often as we could and enjoyed the awakenings of our youth. His dick was not as long as mine, but thicker and uncut like mine. His pubic hair, jet black as he was part Native Indian, curled around the base of his dick and part way to his navel. The rest of his body was hairless, including his crack. His foreskin didn’t completely cover his bulbous red head - in all my life I have never seen one as red as his, but it was flexible and I enjoyed playing with it. Mine on the other hand completed covered my vermillion coloured head which need help to peek out into the world. David loved to coax it out with his tongue. On the day in question I had agreed to meet him after chores at our private spot on the St. Lawrence. He arrived on time and instead of landing, he told me to swim out and climb in the boat as he was going to take me to a new spot he had discovered. He headed the boat out toward the American shoreline, a quarter of a mile away. Turning into the area commonly known as the Little River, which lead to Waddington NY, he turned to the right instead of the channel which led to town. Almost instantly he turned into a cove that was hidden by long grasses and rocks. Straight ahead was a sandy beach where he docked the boat. Taking off his swim suit and stretching to the sun, he dove naked into the water and urged me to follow. The water felt cool against my hot skin as I swam out to him. He dove under; spreading my legs he swam through and jiggled my dangling balls. (A game we played quite regularly). It was my turn to do the same for him and we proceeded to do this a few times knowing full well that once we were fully aroused , the sucking would begin. Coming up for air, treading water, we wrapped our arms around one another and slowly sank under, our lips tightly bound together. Exhausted, we swam to shore and flopped down in the sun . Knowing the ritual I prepared myself, flat on my back, propped up on my elbows, legs spread allowing him to kneel. Bending over he cupped my balls in his left hand and began to caress my abs with his right hand. Slowly he collapsed on my body and crawled his way up to my lips to kiss me. Grinding his dick against mine we grunted and groaned as he kissed my neck and began to nibble on my nips. I thrust my hips up against him and then wrapped my legs around his torso holding him close to me. Precum was oozing by now, mixed with the droplets of water, creating a slick slippery surface. We bucked against one another for what seemed an eternity before he lifted up and began to tongue me down to my pubes. He grasped my dick and began to pull the foreskin, wet with precum, back and forth. He lower his head and took me full into his mouth, inch by inch, until his nose was in my pubes. He began to massage my aching balls as he slowly started that rhythm that would drive me over the edge. Wetting his finger he ran it up and down my crack pausing to massage my pulsating hole. Round and round, round and round, round and round he went. Adjusting himself and spitting on his dick, he began to rub up and down my crack. I spread my cheeks farther for him as he pushed his bulbous red cockhead into my hole. Pausing to let me catch my breath, he pushed ever so gently until we were balls to balls .He was in and began to fuck me with urgency. He grasped my dick and began fisting it and then lowered his head to lick it, swirling with his tongue. Fucking, fisting, licking - there was no end to his talent. As he roared to his climax inside me , I exploded all over his lips and face. We collapsed in one another’s arms and rolled over in the sand to enjoy what was left of he sun. Time for one last swim and then a trip across the river and home. Another great time together - our little secret. | ||||||
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Thursday, August 17, 2006, 7:49:22 PM- David, My First Love | ||||||
A boy named David, who had been my playmate since age five, lived a mile or so up river from me. We saw one another at school and made the long walk to our rural one-roomed school house daily. Since he was a year older than I, he left for high school before me and it was then that we lost real contact with one another. He developed other friendships at the Collegiate and when I finally joined him a year later, I was only a minor niner and he didn’t associate with me. Although we rode the same taxi together, the days before school buses, and casually talked, the previous closeness was missing. His parents bought him a boat and motor for his fourteenth birthday and he flaunted this possession for all to see. He wasn’t a farm boy so he didn’t have to do chores or work in the hay fields like I did. He was able to spend his full summer vacation cruising up and down the river and exploring the American side for perch holes as he liked to fish. I was so envious of him that it angered me just hearing the sound of his boat motor out on the river. Early one Saturday afternoon, as it was so hot, my father decided to call it quits for the day. Promising to be back in time to help with the milking of the cows, I took off to my private beach in order to relax in the cool waters of the St. Lawrence. As I waded out, diving in to relieve the feel of the sun on my head, I noticed that I had forgotten to take my watch off. Cursing, as it had been a birthday present, I quickly returned to shore in order to dry it off and lay it out in the sun on top of one of the rocks. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a motor boat as it idled along the shoreline - and here I was standing stark naked. Quickly I ran toward the water to hide my nakedness as David came around the curve of the shore. He saw me, waved, pointed the boat toward me and advanced in my direction. Shutting off the motor, he coasted into shore, narrowly avoiding me as the boat came to a halt on the sand. He jumped out and being in his bathing suit, walked towards me. As he got closer he couldn’t help but notice that I was naked, my dick was bobbing up and down in the waves his boat had created. He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride down river but I declined indicating that I had to return to the farm to finish up my chores. He looked at me, his eyes caressing my hard , muscled, farm boy frame. I certainly was more developed than him - he hadn’t put in day of labour as far as I knew. He leaned back against the side of the boat, an action that only tended to emphasize the package in his skimpy bathing suit. Oh how I longed to reach out and touch him - feel that muscle the suit was hiding. Was it my imagination but was he staring at my dick and the bulge in his suit was expanding? All at once he squatted down in the water as if to hide himself - now his head was at almost the same level as my dick and balls. This caused an immediate reaction on my part and my dick began to slowly point up and rise out of the water. He laughed and reached out to cup my balls in his hand, gently pulling me forward until my erection was flush against his face. He licked up and down my shaft as he quickly removed his suit to reveal a beautiful, well-defined dick of his own. Taking my head fully in his mouth, he swirled his tongue all around and began to tickle the “v” on the underside. I closed my eyes and moaned. He stood up, kissed me and grasping my arm, pulled me toward the protected beach. We fell to the sand and passionately , lustingly, with urgency got one another off. Finished, we sat up and he apologized for the way he had been treating me over the last year saying that he was afraid of his feelings for me. This encounter was the first of many over the next four years - we became exclusive lovers. Some weeks particularly in the summer, we met daily. David was my first love, a fact I still remember and feel to this day. Perhaps if you are interested , I can go into more detail about one of our other encounters before moving off to another suggestion. | ||||||
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006, 12:30:30 PM- Outdoor Experience | ||||||
Thanks to randydave for the suggestion. As a teenager I lived in rural Ontario on the shores of the St. Lawrence River in the heart of MacIntosh apple country. Living on a farm could be a lonely existence as neighbours lived far apart. We worked hard all day in the fields, orchards -tending to our chores - returning home late afternoon to milk the cows or feed the other animals that were on the farm. The one joy was to go for a swim in the St. Lawrence before supper -either to wash up or just enjoy the cool clear water. I must add that this was the time period before the Seaway excavation when it was a fast moving river with rapids and whirlpools. It was a great place to fish on a Sunday afternoon or just enjoy the opportunity to go boating. But I digress. One afternoon in late July after finishing my chores, I discovered that my parents had left for town, five miles away, and supper would be delayed. Taking advantage of this situation, I headed for a quiet spot I knew of half a mile upriver. It was a secluded spot protected from the road by large rocks, old tree stumps and logs that had floated in over the years. Sand had been trapped between the rocks and logs creating a small beach-like area. It was here that I frequently went to swim and relax taking in the final rays of the sun. This day, as always, I stripped naked , throwing my clothes on top of the rocks. Wading out into the cool water, slowly at first, for my body was heated from my chores, I stopped to watch a blue heron quietly poised on one leg, patiently waiting for a fish or frog to come by. As the cool water reached my balls and tip of my dick, I shivered and shuddered and then took that final plunge to engulf myself fully into the blue-green water. How refreshing it was.! I swam out a few hundred feet and slowly returned to the protected area on shore enjoying the gentle lapping of the waves around me. Taking the bar of soap, from my jeans, I began to soap myself up giving particular attention to my armpits which smelled so manly, and that area between my legs which I loved to stimulate. It should be said that this had become a ritual with me - a boyman cleansing himself at the river as our Native people did years ago - maybe in this same spot. That was an thought that was ever in my mind as I regularly fantasized that I was alive in that time period - just the wilderness, the river and I. The soap felt good as it cleansed my body - my pubic hair glistened in the setting sun as I turned to the west to enjoy those final rays. Rubbing my hands over my body, stimulating my nips and genital area I bent over to rub the bar of soap between my legs and up my hairy crack. Oh wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone else were doing this for me. Releasing the soap, I used my fingers to caress this secret spot and began to spring an erection. Knowing full well what was going to happen next, I adjusted my legs, spreading them further apart, bent my knees and began to masturbate using the soap as a lubricant. It wasn’t long before I released thread after thread of boy juice over the sand - some even landed on the rocks nearby. I slowly went down on my knees, my heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the waves lapping on the shoreline. Turning back to the sun, I pulled back my foreskin to release that final thread of cum. I fell back in the half shade that the rocks were creating and allowed my self to enjoy the aftermath. When the sun had finally sunk below the horizon, I re-entered the water to remove all traces of the soap, the sand and the drying cum. I didn’t stay in very long as the water appeared colder now. Dripping wet, I put back on my clothes and slowly returned that half mile down river as my parent returned home. Just time enough for supper, a glass of cider out on the lawn and then to bed. A busy day tomorrow. The simple life. | ||||||
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Monday, August 14, 2006, 10:14:42 PM- 06-08-14 | ||||||
My second memorable experience occurred about a year after the first visit to that infamous backroom. It was the same type of day, overcast with intermittent showers, and having nothing better to do I headed out to that part of town. It was shortly past twelve p.m. and I knew that the lunch crowd would be shuffling in and out of the back room looking for a peek, a grope, a quick visit to one of the booths to silently take care of their own needs whiling watching what was happening on the other side of the partition or to use the glory hole for what it was intended. Knowing the procedure very well, I paid my money, entered the backroom and proceeded to the larger of the two viewing rooms. Settling down into one of the easy chairs, now stained with various fluids, I began to watch a tiresome movie while surveying the room. An older gentleman, in a blue suit was massaging himself through his pants while watching two young studs openly kissing and taking turns going down on one another. The sound of laughter, coming from the smaller room behind me, propelled me to turn in my seat, look through the doorway and witness five men in various stages of undress caressing, kissing and groping at one another. I could instantly feel myself getting aroused. I returned to watching the video, preparing to take advantage of the growing feeling between my legs. There was the obvious sound of the door being unlocked in the corridor; I covered up, not knowing if it was a customer, one of the owners or the so-called inspector that supposedly visited from time to time. I relaxed as I saw two men, one older than the other, both dressed in black, enter the room to take the two vacant chairs beside me. The younger of the two, pierced nose and tongue, sat beside me. He proceeded to take down his pants to reveal a nice sized cock already fully erect - cut and pierced. His partner, without hesitation, got down on his knees and started to service him. He looked at me, winked, stuck out his tongue and leaned toward me with his mouth open ready for me to kiss him. We locked lips as he reached over to grope at my crotch. Quick someone take a picture. We eventually moved to the booths in the corridor - the pierced man and I in one and his partner in the other. His partner stripped and stuck his big uncut dick through the glory hole. I bent over to take it into my mouth as the pierced man began to undress, first himself and then me. Seating himself on the floor between my legs, he began to massage my balls and rim my waiting ass while stroking himself. Pulling my dick down between my legs, he was able to lick on it and suck on it as he went from ass to balls to dick creating a beautiful rhythm. With a thrust of his hips and a moan from his lips, the man on the other side exploded in my mouth causing me to gag. He got down on his knees to watch what was going on in our side of the partition. It didn’t take long for me to reach the point of no return - as the pierced one sucked me to climax, he caressed my pulsating hole with his finger. Since he was moaning himself - he stood up as I went to my knees and took him fully down my throat. Fisting his shaft and sucking on his head caused him to cum within ten strokes. He bent over and kissed me taking the residue from my lips and swallowed it himself. He partner now fully dressed ,was quietly knocking on our door. Opening it for him, we hugged one another before returning to the front of the store. Saying goodbye, we exchanged phone numbers knowing full well we would never contact one another. | ||||||
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Sunday, August 13, 2006, 1:16:32 PM- | ||||||
I used to write poetry years ago but left it behind as I was getting too cynical; however, a buddy of mine has got me re-interested in writing about experiences in my life. So big guy, this one is for you. Hope you enjoy it as it is a true experience. Let me know what you think. One rainy day I happened to be in that part of town that has gradually become known as “The Gay Village”. Having nothing better to do, I decided to check out a new porn shop that had just recently opened on the strip. I had heard by way of the grape vine that there was so hot activity going on in the back room. Being rather naïve, it took a lot of nerve for me to enter the shop in the first place. I must have circled the block four to five times before mustering up the courage to enter. The place itself, upfront, was laid out in an orderly fashion - merchandise on all walls and books and videos on racks in the centre of the floor. Two men were kept busy with the flow of clients who were browsing, asking questions, and eventually either buying a product or leaving the establishment to go back into the rain. I surveyed the room and noticed that there way a door partially obscured by a partition that was covered in cock rings, vibrators, and other toys. I chose a time when it was not too busy and approached the front desk to inquire about the peepshow in the backroom. I paid my seven dollars and was given the code to unlock the door. On entering the room and securing the door behind me, I found myself in a dimly lit corridor. There were strings of small red lights hanging at ceiling level and I could discern the flickering of televisions off to my right in another room. Straight ahead of me, as my eyes became accustomed to the dimness, were banks of booths - to the right and left of me. Some doors were shut while others were wide open. At the end of the corridor I could see a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness. I chose to turn right and entered a large room with an equally large television set. There were easy chairs spread out around the other three sides of the room - all facing the video that was playing. Going through another doorway, I entered a smaller room that had three television sets flickering in the darkness. Each had a different video playing. There way only four to five easy chairs in this room - all were occupied and there were two to three men standing. All men had their hands in their laps as I entered. I think the last man in the corner had his dick out, but he covered up quickly as I entered. - just to be safe I guessed. By this time I could feel a tingling in my boxers as I returned to the big room where there was seating available. As I settled into one chair I couldn’t help but notice, as my eyes were now fully accustomed to the darkness, that all occupants were actively involved in some type of pleasure making. Some had their pants down around their ankles and were slowly stroking, others had just simply unzipped and thrust the dick out in order to play with it and there was a pair who were taking turns sucking and jerking. As the video playing was not that interesting, I chose to watch the action that was unfolding around me. This was a turn on and I could feel myself getting harder and more erect with each passing minute. I slowly settled into my chair and was just beginning to unzip, when I felt a hand caress my knee and then begin to knead my inner thigh. I opened my legs to enjoy this sensation, thus causing the hand to explore farther up my thigh until the fingertips were resting on my full throbbing dick. Talk about a turn on! Gradually these fingertips gently pulled down my zipper and released my dick to the freedom it so urgently wanted. Then from out of nowhere came a pair of warm, moist lips to engulf my pulsating member. A hand slowly and gently pulled back my foreskin and a tongue began to swirl around my head. Round and round he went, driving me wild. Slowly he descended down my dick inch by inch until I was engulfed in his hot mouth. He then began the rhythm that would put me over the edge. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down he went as I moaned softly in his ear. Caressing his head and running my fingers through his hair only turned me on more. I began to thrust a bit with my hips to me his downward motion causing such an immediate sensation that I exploded in his mouth. He continued to mouth me until my dick could take no more - becoming very sensitive. He gently licked me clean, tucked me away and did up my zipper. He got up and disappeared to the booth area. For me, I was drained and returned to the pouring rain with a smile on my face. I returned to this shop on a few more occasions but never experienced that first time feeling again. | ||||||
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Friday, August 11, 2006, 11:23:35 AM- First Entry 06/08/11 | ||||||
I never have done this before so I am not sure what to write about.But here goes anyway - I happened to connect by accident with another guy here on this site. By just telling him thatI enjoyed viewing his pictures we have begun to communicate at a much deeper level. He is not as he presents himself in the pictures, in fact he is a sensitive, literate man who I enjoy writing to. I wish him the best that life has to offer as he has had a lot of pain in his life. Having been in an abusive relationship I certainly know where he is coming from. You know who you are, and I thank you for your support. Perhaps later I will write about one of my personal experiences. | ||||||
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