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discreetman53 71U
717 inserzioni
14/7/2017 9:19 pm
Out and about

I needed some anchovies for a Caesar salad as well as some dog food , as well as go to the hardware store, and the thrift store, this afternoon... I was feeling a bit on edge. I needed out of the house. Thankfully, the house guest left with their drama, but some visitors of my room mates were still hanging out at the house.

My nuts where reminding me and I groped myself, leaving the front door open I headed out to my first stop at the thrift store. I had a donation that sat too long in the entry.

I had needs swelling in my mind, like I needed some loving. I hoped I would find a friend, and I was looking for a bit of attention and adventure. I wished that I had a stop where I would more likely find gay fellows hanging out. I knew it was unlikely.

I headed out. That alone released some of my tension. My truck was hot in the sunshine. I turned on the radio, which I seldom do. NPR blared some news I had already heard from a different source. The air conditioner was blasting. One hand on the steering wheel and with the other hand clutching my tight package rubbing and squeezing alternately I drove. Fuck, I needed some action.

I cruised the thrift store in my methodical way. On the first aisle I bumped into a guy. He was younger than I and to my pleasure just how I like guys now days. Trim and my size and ordinary. I apologized and moved past. I got little more than a, "Sure trade places with ya." Out of the corner of my eye I looked him over. The odds were pretty good that that was it. His blond, longish hair straggled over a faded Tn shirt. His sweat pants hung a bit and a bulge was more revealing to me then was probably true. I kept intertwining the successive aisles and I caught a glimpse of him as I could. Then, as the last aisle was approaching he disappeared... I left shortly too.

The hardware store was a bust too. I dropped off the recycle fluorescent bulbs and made a quick stop in plumbing where an old guy, missing some teeth, advised me they didn't have stock on the O-rings I needed. I wondered if he sucked cock with those naked gums. The big man wasn't my type but that didn't stop me from thinking he may be a good at a BJ. I continued through the store where I was asked if I needed some help. The young buck was good to look at but he was far too young and not available of course.

That's pretty much how the whole outing went.

And here I am. I'm still grabbing my crotch and rubbing my cock while ogling fine pictures of cock, who's bodies won't warm my bed.

Happy Friday.


supergunner76 66U
56 inserzioni
21/7/2017 9:38 am

Think I'd enjoy finding a tool like yours at the hardware store!