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I have worked for a family owned burger joint in central Florida for 6 years and have become the day shift manager. Most days are pretty mundane and see a lot of the same people coming in day after day. I hear the delivery bell ring at the back door and open it to start the morning deliveries from our vendors.  The first is Jim, our meat purveyor bringing us the pre made patties, our sliced cheeses and dairy products. Jim was almost done when the produce truck arrived, I did a double take as it was not our normal driver and he was definite eye candy. Dark curly short cropped hair with dark eyes that were hard to look away from.  “Hi, I’m Theo, the shift manager.” I said as I shook his hand.  “Good to meet you Theo, I am your new route driver, Jack moved out of state, my name is Daniel, or Dan if you will.”  “Let me show you the produce cooler Dan.” I said patting his shoulder, my hand wanted to linger and explore his torso but had to keep it professiona...

It was my second year in college as I moved into the dorm room I was to share, I was the first in so chose the bed to the left as you came in, it seemed to have a speck more privacy than the one directly in view as you walk in the door. I was unpacking when a guy walked in loaded with two boxes and a duffle bag. “Hi, I’m your new roomie, my name is Chip. He said setting his boxes down at the foot of the bed. I’m Dale. I said with a grin. Chip gave me a smile. “No way, don’t even go there.” “Okay, my name is really Brian, sorry I have an impulsive sense of humor.” I stood back to get a good look at Chip, dark hair, olive skin and killer dark eyebrows, this guy came from years of good breeding and probably snobbish parents, who names their baby Chip anyway? “Is that everything?” I asked pointing at his boxes. “No, my parents will be down early tomorrow to bring a few more boxes.” I leaned back on my bed with my tablet reading e-mail but found that Chip was pulling my attention ac...

I just turned nineteen and needed to get from Oregon to New York, I just had to get away from the uptight upbringing of my parents who make me want to rebel against everything they stand for. I am gay and they refuse to hear anything about it and start talking about anything including the weather when I bring it up to them. I had decided to go to New York and was thinking of what to take with me, finally I decided that I would make a clean start of it and take nothing, absolutely nothing at all. I have always been an exhibitionist and would get naked outside whenever I could, especially rafting on the nearby river taking only my raft, and cut off jean shorts, as soon as I was out on the water I would strip naked and paddle down the river for miles letting people along the banks and bridges get an eyeful. At the end I would hide the raft and hitchhike home and get a friend to drive me back for the raft later. Most of the time people would just look, some would yell at me and now an...

Two years ago I was in an authentic Plymouth Rock Thanksgiving play, the costumes and props were authentic to the time period. I am 31 years old and have to keep in good shape to dance and do the acrobatic moves on stage. We had rehearsals for weeks before actually seeing the costumes and set props, mine was pilgrim attire of calf high boots, pants and a loose fitting shirt. Three of the other guys were Indians and wore very little clothing, mostly a basic loincloth with something similar to chaps that covered mostly his legs. They did not wear anything under the loincloth, I got to see plenty of ass cheeks and upon certain movements I could actually see their privates swinging free but the audience would not be able to see it from the distance they were at. We had several scenes with one in particular early on where I had to wrestle one of the Indians near a mock campfire. This Indian was played by a dark haired guy named Daniel who wore body makeup to cover his too white skin. It...

My name is Sing; I have been my master’s boy since I was about eleven years old. When I was a child I was given to my master by my parents who could no longer deal with my tantrums and attitude, nor could they afford to raise me, I was an accident in a country where life is cheap and very expendable. At first I was a house boy, left to clean, cook and wait on my master, sex did not enter the picture until I was much older. I did not always behave and was beaten and made to stand in my room for hours to think about my actions, it did not take long for me to learn to keep my feelings to myself, hold my tongue and do as I was told. There were two other boys Lei 25 years old and Pai 19 years old, both were called boy, as was I, you had to watch, listen and pay attention to know what or who master wanted. I served our master first and the elder boys second who usually treated me poorly like they also were my masters. I washed their clothes and cooked their food, sometimes they had me gi...

I was sent to Houston Texas for a meeting and decided to book the ticket for two days instead of just the one day, may as well have some fun while I’m there. I finished the dull meeting and walked the three blocks back to my hotel room. Shedding my suit and tie I lay back on the bed to relax a bit before dinner. My head melted into the pillow and my right hand dove into my white boxer briefs feeling my fat cockhead, rubbing it between my finger and thumb. I slipped the briefs off and pulled at my balls with my left hand while jacking with my right. Half the time I was in the meeting I was thinking about laying back on this plush bed naked jerking off. I brought a few toys with me but was too close to cumming to get up, my left hand moved to my nipples, rubbing in some pre cum onto my left nipple. My back arched, my toes pushed out as my body stiffened, cum flew from my throbbing rod, splashing across my torso. I gave a half assed clean up with my briefs tossing them ont...

To put myself through college I worked as many hours as I could at Starschmucks Coffee Shop, grinding beans into hot beverages for the masses of zombies that are addicted to caffeine and the logo on our cups. I smiled and pretended to love my job, greeted customers like they were my long lost friends and took the piles of money for the over priced concoctions. Some were reliable daily customers that never changed their beverage order at all and I could actually start making their coffee as soon as they walked into the doorway. Don’t get me wrong these people are responsible for my paycheck and I appreciate having a job that helps get me through college. I was on hour three of my shift when this guy came in and said he wanted a Grande Caramel Brule’ Latte 2% bla bla bla, I started making his coffee drink for him while he watched from the side. “Wait, I wanted 2% milk in that”. He said in a rough voice. “This is always made with 2% milk sir, unless you specify differently.” I replied...

I was out on an early Saturday morning jog around the small lake nearby my house. The lake was a city park and had a nice paved path around it that came out to about a mile and a half around it once and I would try to do three laps usually. It was early so there were few people in the park; I was on my second lap and had started to work up a light sweat making my bare chest glisten. Up ahead I could see a guy just getting onto the paved portion as he started jogging I sped up my pace to catch up with him for a better look. He wore only dark blue sweat pants with the word AussieBum written down the left leg, they rode low on his waist, in fact I could see the crack of his ass and the top of his ass cheeks over the top of his sweats. I slowed my speed down as not to overtake him, this view was hot, his muscled ass mounds mesmerized me, I could see every muscle as it moved across his shoulders and back. I held my pace about fifteen feet behind him and just off to the left, my mind wand...

Growing up along the California coast, surfing was natural to me and have been enjoying the sport for twelve years now. I started when I was 14 and fell in love with riding the waves. I am the normal stereotypical California surfer, blond shaggy hair with a deep brown tan covering the smooth natural muscle tone of my body.  I ride a six foot Firewire Unibrow that has an old style wooden look to it, it is not best board in the world but it is only one of many boards I own. I took the week off from my job where I write software programs eight hours a day to hit the waves instead of leaving the state for vacation. I got up early and headed to the beach with two boards, sometimes I like to trade out board sizes part way through the way. I headed out to catch the first wave of the day after coating my self with sunscreen, paddling out and waiting on a small wave, it was not that great a day for sizable waves.   I rode a few waves in and decided to get into the cooler an...