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The last appointment! Friday was nearly over at last. This had been a hell of a week, and I was anxious for the weekend to start. I'm a doctor, a urologist to be exact. Yeh, I know what they state, 'he's a dick doc'! My name is Jim Morris, and I'm 53 years old, six feet even, and weigh 172. I've been divorced for almost ten years, and wanted to retire by now, but the divorce decree stopped those plans. And, oh yeh, I love cocks! Figures doesn't it. During my 25 years of practice I estimate that I acquire conservatively seen at least 15,000 pricks. All sizes, shapes, and colors. I picked up the folder of my last patient of the day. I glanced through it posthaste looking for the notes my assistant had taken during the telephone interview after booking the appointment. Her notes were readable, a vice I didn't have. Oh shit! A new patient! That meant an extended session as I noted that he needed a consultation and initial exam. Crap! There went any chance of ge...
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A guy I was recently working with told me that he is in a polyamorous relationship with a woman.
His spouse had been in a lesbian adoration , but she left that to commence this open arrangement with him. Obviously, both of them are comfortable with the idea. It simply couldn't function otherwise.
| For some, any hole is a goal. |
Pride (in the name of love)
One thing this guy didn't mention — and I wasn't really bothered to ask considering I'm not that prurient — is whether or not he, like his prime partner, enjoys lgbtq+ intimacy. My inkling is that he doesn't.While I've never been in such a relationship — not by consent/my existence aware of it anyway — it did get me thinking about the whole concept and how I'd feel about playing a part in it.
I would be more accepting of the thought if my boyfriend were doing her sleeping around with other women. I wouldn't be at all comfortable with the thought of her having sex with men.
I wager — and some academic studies on the subject back this up — that most heterosexual men share such sent
"Hi," I declare, "I'm GB 🙂. You're P and that F, did I remember that right?"
"Yes, that's right!" replies P, "You're K's partner aren't you?"
"Indeed I am 👍," I confirm, "we've been together for over 9 years now 🙂."
"Wow, I've never managed a relationship for more than 1 year," says P.
We chat a bit about the party and the other guests, but soon we're talking about relationships again.
"You're British, right?" asks P, "so how come you've got an Asian boyfriend instead of British one?"
"I used to possess a British crush called S, but I'm a bit of a 'rice queen' now. That's gay slang for a gay westerner who likes Asian men!"
"So you've had lots of Asian boyfriends?"
"Well, I'm not a slut," I rest, "but I own been with a few Asian guys of different nationalities. Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Korean …"
"Oh Korean!" says P with a bit of sheepish tone in her voice, "I've never been with a Korean guy but I've heard about them, is it true?"
For some reason she e
Kyle drove me to his farm in his pickup truck. It was way out in the middle of the county forest. We got there in the early afternoon and promptly took off our clothes, except for our socks and tennis shoes.
My naked boy looked great in the sun. He had a stocky build and a perfectly-sized penis. Before, with other guys, I'd been skewered by python-sized dicks and frustrated with three-inch stumps that couldn't get past my O-ring, but Kyle's was just right size for maximum pleasure.
For a minute, I French kissed him and fondled his big balls and beautiful shaft. Then I said, "Let's go." We started running on the dirt road that followed the perimeter of Kyle's property.
Our half-erect cocks slung precum on us, but we didn't care. It blended in with our sweat from the hot day. It was early summer, and the cotton Kyle was growing was just starting to peak out.
As we got into the jog, our dicks calmed down and bounced wildly. The freedom from clothes made us feel all the more manly. There we were: two naked men running in the sun. The only sounds were our steps and our cocks slapping our pubic zones.
The dirt road measured half a mi