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  Sunset Beach My name is Steve; I have a deep tan from going to the beach most days when I can get away. I have wanted to go to a gay nude beach but there are no nude beaches where I live which leave me with one hell of a tan line with a very pale ass.  While on vacation in California I asked around at a club I went to shortly after arriving, the bartender told me about a nearby nude beach that had a “sort of” gay section at the North end. I rented a car put on some skimpy swim shorts and board shorts over them and headed off to the beach. It seemed near deserted and I was worried about stripping off my clothes until I saw a few others down the beach lying out naked.   I walked down the surf line still dressed, headed to the North end, I passed a few families that seemed to enjoy the nudist lifestyle, this is a bit creepy to me brothers and sisters in their teens playing Frisbee naked together. I looked away only to see a large woman walking my way. I don’t like ...

I have wanted a tattoo for a long time but have been reluctant to mark my body pretty much for life. Finally I found the one I wanted, it looked like a flying eagle from a distance but when you saw it closer, it was just a design of lines. I went to a tattoo shop near the beach and started talking to this artist that if he proved not to be some insane freak would be the guy that will tattoo me. Is there somewhere private that you do the tattooing? I asked him. Well usually we do it here out in the front, we do have one room in back and I can do house calls for a slightly higher price but all the paperwork is done here in the shop. My name is Bruce he said. What kind of tattoo are you looking to get? Good to meet you Bruce my name is Kent, it is not so much what I am getting its more like where and I am a little shy. Kent, I have done tatt’s on abut every part of the body including a guy’s penis once, so there is nothing new that I will be doing or seeing. Bruce said. Oh, no it’s n...

I was hired to work in a warehouse where they make plastic packaging material similar to the thin plastic trays that chocolate candy is boxed with. Griffin met me at the front door for my first night on third shift at the factory. You Mark? He asked. Yes, I said pushing out my hand to shake his. I’m Griffin and I will be training you to keep these machines running, follow me. He said. We walked into the locker room, Griffin handed me a sticky note that had the combination for my locker on it. 289 that’s you. Here are five pair of coveralls for you, put four pair in your locker and put one on. I took the coveralls and started to step into the leg opening when Griffin grabbed my arm, Look Mark, it is hot as hell out there, there is no air conditioning, with the heat from all those machines and this being California, you will be better off to wear only the coveralls. I looked at Griffin while I kicked off my shoes. Griffin zipped his coveralls down past his waist showing me that he w...

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I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, there were are so many parties and parades. One stop I had to see was the huge drunken street party at the French Quarter with the throngs of scantily dressed men walking the streets and flashing to the balconies for beads or at least an excuse to pull their cock and balls out for a cheering crowd. I am a 36 year old with a very good build I have worked hard to maintain, walking through the streets men and women alike checking out my bare chest and toughing my arms as they pass. Looking up at one balcony I saw the Gay pride flag hanging off the rails above with several hot guys holding drinks and beads cheering for guys below to flash their cocks and asses for beads. One kid that looked to be about 22 years old was almost falling down drunk, the guys above were calling our “hey blondie” show us your meat! He handed me his drink and pulled his sweat pants down to his ankles pulling his tee shirt up past his nipples. The guys all around cheer...

Working in a large Jeep dealership, I meet many people coming in for test drives and buying a new Jeep. We were having a “special Jeep event” and the lot was packed with potential buyers lining up for the free lunch of sub sandwiches, chips and cold drinks. I worked the line shaking hands and talking to the guys as they bought 80% of the Jeeps sold. I am 36 years old and average looking in my opinion, others say I am a catch; I have the little crows feet at the corners of my eyes when I laugh and a touch of premature gray in my hair. One of the guys I spoke with earlier came over to where I was standing after he finished his lunch. Hi Will, I’m Ross, I’d like to take a look at the four door Jeeps, and I really want to do some off roading and camping this spring. Okay, let’s take a look at a few Jeeps, we have several packages, some with wenches off road light bar’s and trailer hitches. I said. I took the day off today to come out and shop but will think about it overnight before buyi...

. I work in a young men’s shop in the mall, you know the one, hot guy pictures up on the walls and hotter ones on our shopping bags. The shop is a dim environment with current dance style music pumping out of the high end speakers placed every few feet up on the ceiling. I was hired not for my sales skills but my looks, it is one of those jobs you just can not get if you don’t have the perfect body, teeth and face, and they can teach you the rest. I am 24 years old, blonde hair that is just a bit shaggy around the edges, blue eyes that I am often told captivate peoples attention, I work out everyday to maintain the flat washboard six pack stomach. People come into the shop, and fuss over me, making up reasons for me to help them, sometimes very transparent. The guys are worse than the girls. One guy about 36ish asked me to try on a tee shirt so he could see the fit as I was about his nephew’s size, we go back to the area of the fitting rooms and I pee...

I work in a menswear shop selling men’s suits and sport coats to upscale clients and work mostly by appointment. I had a special client coming in at 8 pm. He requested it after hours as he was flying back in late but needed a new suit for the following day. The client was Travis longg, he worked in gay porn and his cock size is where he derived his stage name from, Longg. The shop was closed and I was inside waiting for him, I had seen him in porn before and knew of his handsome looks. I stood at the door waiting until Travis appeared dark hair and a face that was so hot looking, his steel blue eyes looked into mine as he walked up. Are you Drew? Travis asked. Yes, come in Travis, you have the run of the place tonight; it is just the two of us. If you like, we can step back into the fitting room and I can get some measurements real quick. I said. Ok, sounds good. Travis said as he walked into the shop. Slip off your jacket and shoes and Ill grab a measuring tape. I said as h...

I got a call from my friend Rick who wanted me to come meet him at his house about 6 pm today and we would go out to dinner then hit the bars for a bit. I was in the area about 5 pm and thought I’d go by and see if Rick was ready early so I didn’t have to find something to do for an hour. I rang the door bell and waited; I could hear music and hit the bell again. Daniel, Rick’s roommate answered the door holding a towel in front of his crotch. Hey Donny, how are you? Daniel asked. Come in, it’s good to see you. Daniel put his arms around me and pulled me tight for the customary hug and kiss on each cheek. It was a bit odd him being naked, but Daniel has a big habit of being naked a lot, I have known him for several years since just after high school. I just got out of the shower he said as he roughly dried his dark curly hair, his cock bouncing all over. Daniel is a very attractive guy, at 24 he has been a model locally for 5 years, he obsesses about his body and looks alw...

It was a hot summer day in California; I hung with a group of friends my age all through high school. Near my house was the Sacramento River, I would go there with my friends and swim, shoot the shit and just have fun. I rode my bike over to Mike’s house I was 16 years old and Mike had just turned 17. Let’s go ride to the river. I said. Okay, Mike replied. I have to mow the yard first. I’ll help you; let’s go I said punching mike on the arm. I used the edger while Mike mowed the yard; I looked over at Mike watching his muscles ripple as he manhandled the mower, sun reflecting off his bronzed shoulders. Mike was only wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts, very short ones at that. We got to the river about 30 minutes later, parking our bikes under the big oak tree. Mike pushed me into the river when I stood too close to the edge of the rock we were on. I laughed and splashed water onto his feet before Mike jumped in with a cannonball. We swam and laughed, before climbing onto ...