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I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't being met by anyone that I knew of.

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I just had finished my work out. I'm 46, married with three children. I took off my clothes and headed to the shower to get rid of the sweat. When I opened the door there was no one but a boy, 18 at most. I had seen him before cause he visited, as I do, the gym every Wednesday. I couldn't help but to shoot a quick glance at his youthful cock and then took the shower right opposite his.

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I'm 42 and bisexual. I met a guy in a chat room and we ended up doing the usual thing . . . chatting about sex, talking on the phone until we came and then hung up. However, over the past few weeks, our conversations have become more and more frequent. Last night, we agreed to meet at a bar and have a few drinks, possibly even take this further if we both clicked. When I got to the bar, Dave was already waiting.

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Growing up in rural Virginia in the late 60's to very religious parents wasn't very much fun. After graduating from high school I wasn't going to hang around long. I was 18 and knew that there was more to life than what I had here. I had enlisted in the army and would be reporting in September, good by country life, hello to life in the big world.

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Alone. For the first time he could think of in a long time, Brian was alone. Since it was a long weekend his wife, Teresa, and their baby daughter had gone to visit relatives in Michigan. And Brian was alone. He was in his late twenties and recently discharged from the Army after eight years of service. Army life was OK, but Brian didn't want to make a career of it.

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My eighteenth birthday party was a momentous occasion; it happened to be the day when I realized I craved to have some sweet, young guy fill my mouth with cum so I could savor it before, slowly, swallowing. The catalyst, I believe, had been "Hoover's" marathon, cock sucking demonstration. My slightly older brother, along with some friends, were on short training course at a military base.

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The crowd in the hotel bar were engaged in friendly chatter. The small tables, each surrounded by horseshoe shaped red leather chairs, were all full as were the ten or so stools at the bar. People talked in couples or groups. Everyone seemed to be relaxed and at ease with their surroundings. Yanik closed the black leather folder he had in front of him and loosened his tie.

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It was 1996 and I was living on the coast of Mississippi. I had been married for six years, and my second son had just been born. I had just returned from several months at sea on a Navy ship. My wife was always exhausted and not interested in sex. I, on the other hand, had a perpetual hard on. One day while driving along the beach I happen to notice a sign that said XXX 24 HRS. I was curious because I'd never been in an adult store before. On a whim I decided to see what it was like.

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"I can't believe you're leaving man" I said to Leo as we walked to his house "if you leave I'm going to be left here with Jordan!" "Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me." Leo replied. "Well yeah" I admitted "but he doesn't cook, and I've had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a homeless shelter."

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"What's going on? Are you gay?" The words tumbled from my mouth. Once we recovered from our impromptu lovemaking bout, or at least I hoped it was lovemaking, we settled back into my bed, our backs against the headboard. Orrin kept his eyes downcast and appeared to be looking for a response to my questions. "Well?" I prompted.

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