Yellowrod

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I wouldn’t discount hiring a trans guy. But, I’d be totally upfront that it would be for educational purposes only. My education.

as dicks go, that one is very pretty

Because his tattoos are hideous & in the wrong places. Seriously...on the back of your neck?

His body is amazing . . . but the tats? Alas . . . .

Vanilla milk shake time!

Milking?

Unless that is time lapse photography, he is showing remarkable restraint

he's working on it... not yet to the balls.

Reminds me of the last time two hot Mormon boys knocked on my door, they wanted to come in and
Talk about God.
I said sure come in, but how about we practise my religion .
They said what’s that.
I said I praise god by having hot 3sums with hot Mormon missionaries, they ran down my driveway shouting we will pray for you brother.
 
j have not had a door knock since

1979. I was 19. I wasn't out at all even if I knew I was gay, and I only had had one not pleasant experience with a man in his late 40s.
Finishing high school me and 2 straight close friends during summertime traveled one month by car from Milan, Italy (where we lived) with counted money, sleeping bags and tent throughout Switzerland, Germany, Holland, Luxembourg, France and back. Our last stop was Paris for 5 days. It was our reward from our parents for having had great grades at school.
 
We were always together and we had a great time. Our last day in Paris before driving straight back to Milan we decided to take one day off from each other. After walking by myself for a while (who can get bored by walking in Paris?...) having a itch I decided to take the metro and stop at Pigalle, the Red Zone of Paris. I walked mesmerized throughout the streets filled with sex shops, strip clubs, peep shows (in Milan back then there were only a bunch of sleazy porn movie theaters), porn theaters. I walked into a movie theatre and watched for the first time a gay movie. I saw that few men went back and for to the restroom, and a bit scared but excited I decided to go inside and I saw lots of action. As I was a very cute teenager they all jumped on me like bees on honey. Hot but scary! One very handsome sexy guy who started to kiss me told me "Follow me". I followed him by metro to his campus (he was an Hungarian young man in his early 20s who was studying Arts in Paris). Our English (especially his) was quite basic but we understood each other. His name was Ferenc. We arrived at the University Campus, he closed the door of his room and we spent an AMAZING couple of hours of passionate sex which I still vividly remember after 41 years! I DO remember that he was a HUNG Hungarian...and it took sometimes to accomodate him in my almost virgin ass.
We kept in touch by letters for a few years, in 1987 I even went with my then boyfriend to Budapest and we met for lunch. And then we lost touch.
 
I recently found him on Facebook, of course many years have passed by for both us, but it was very nice to realize that he had not forgotten also that beautiful experience!

lovely story. thanks for sharing it with us. there are so many ways to start a friendship.

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These luscious legs are courtesy of @mattr .
 

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