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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 28
It's Good To Know You're Not Alone
Spending Covid time at my friend's place in Colorado. Town is 15 miles away, nearest neighbor is 3 miles away. The place has solar panels, a well, septic tank, pretty rustic. When the electrical works we can get internet. It gets lonely most days.
Down the road towards town lives Keith, a native of the area. He is in his sixties, big beard, blue eyes, jeans and boots, large rough hands. He is always available to fix anything. He comes around to check on me. He asked me if I knew any queers. He told me once this queer stopped in town, until he was escorted along the way. I kept my mouth shut, why ask for trouble.
He came over later that night, we fixed some trout, had some wine. He slapped my knee, he pushed me, he asked if I was a tit or sausage man. Then when I was washing the dishes he passed his hand across my behind. I turned, he pulled me to him saying out loud he figured I was sausage man and it was time to show him. The truth is he didn't turn me off, his cock was handsome enough, he got hard enough, he was experienced, and to top it off when he shot his load it was bitter salty, thick and went down without a problem.
Keith is the queer in town, he rough and tough, he can get carried away when he fucks, he likes me on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I'm a man pleaser, and he definitely worth pleasing. I never planned any of this, I'm pretty sure my friend who owns the place is unaware of Keith's habit. For me it's been good luck, the first many months were pretty lonely.
Down the road towards town lives Keith, a native of the area. He is in his sixties, big beard, blue eyes, jeans and boots, large rough hands. He is always available to fix anything. He comes around to check on me. He asked me if I knew any queers. He told me once this queer stopped in town, until he was escorted along the way. I kept my mouth shut, why ask for trouble.
He came over later that night, we fixed some trout, had some wine. He slapped my knee, he pushed me, he asked if I was a tit or sausage man. Then when I was washing the dishes he passed his hand across my behind. I turned, he pulled me to him saying out loud he figured I was sausage man and it was time to show him. The truth is he didn't turn me off, his cock was handsome enough, he got hard enough, he was experienced, and to top it off when he shot his load it was bitter salty, thick and went down without a problem.
Keith is the queer in town, he rough and tough, he can get carried away when he fucks, he likes me on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I'm a man pleaser, and he definitely worth pleasing. I never planned any of this, I'm pretty sure my friend who owns the place is unaware of Keith's habit. For me it's been good luck, the first many months were pretty lonely.
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