I soon figured out how to handle it. And he certainly knew how to handle mine. We were up ALL night, taking care of each other. It was WILD. I'd NEVER spent so much time working on one before. Or since.

Playing pool at his bar, I accidentally tore the felt on the pool table. He took me into the office in the back of the bar, and had me pay for the felt with my dick. I think maybe I paid a little extra.

I opened my eyes, and the room was filled with light. Sunshine poured in through the sliding glass doors, right onto the bed. There was a beautiful man laying beside me. A big, handsome, hairy, chubby man. It's going to be a terrific day!Jim was not snoring. Maybe because he was laying on his stomach. His back side looked incredible in the sunlight. Hickeys on his neck. The hairs on his shoulders and back glowing in the sunlight. His thick, manly legs stretched towards the foot of ...

Everything you're about to read, I've never told a soul. These are things that I thought I would take to my grave. Why? It's embarrassing. And illegal. Nonetheless, I've decided to write about it. Hey, it is was it is. Right? Besides, I'm sure that I'm not the only person who has peeped through a stranger's windows. In fact, it must be fairly common. After all they gave it a name; Peeping Tom. Or in my case, Peeping Ron. I wont say how many times I've peeped through windows. So don't ask. ...

Later, Larry came to visit me while PhxBear was over at my house servicing me on cam. Larry joined him, and they both serviced me on cam for the whole room to watch.

I have to admit, I've always had a thing for Santas. Not just any Santas. Definitely not skinny Santas. Or even average sized guys in Santa suits. But big, good looking guys in Santa suits. And the Santa at the end of the bar, was beautiful. He was a big guy, and his outfit, hair, and beard, all looked perfect. He had a big chubby face, and a beautiful, button nose. Damn, that was one of the best looking Santas I'd ever seen.

"What's going on?" he asked."Not much," I answered. "I'm just on my way home from having a few beers.""Cool," fumbling with his crotch again, "what are you looking for?""Well," rubbing my thumb across the bulge in my pants. Almost fully hard now. All it needed was just a little more room to grow. "I was hoping to get sucked off before going home.""Well, this is your lucky day," he smiled real big, "cause I love to suck, and I'm very good at it."I smiled a...

The restroom door closed behind me, and I looked quickly around. There was no one at the urinals or sinks, so I bent over to look under the stall doors. Empty. Suddenly the door swung open, and in walked a chubby older man. "Mmm," I thought, "He's cute." I headed toward one of the sinks to wash my hands, never taking my eyes off of his reflection in the mirror. He looked at me, and gave me a very friendly head-nod. He went into one of the stalls and as he turned to close the door, he notic...

"Can we kiss first?" I asked."Sure," he said, sitting on the bed beside me. He leaned over, his chest and belly half on me, and he brought his mouth to mine. I watched as his face came closer to mine. He really was the most beautiful man. His mouth opened, and I saw his tongue coming out. I opened my mouth and his tongue entered. I smelled his breath, and tasted his mouth. It was heaven. His lips, pressed against mine, and he breathed into my mouth. I could not close my eyes. I look...

Sixty years old, and stuck in a sexless marriage. Then I discovered Grindr, which opened me up to a whole new world. That's how I met Federico. A young, smooth, chubby cub who showed me that it's never too late to fall in love.

Some of the things he wanted me to do, shocked me. I wanted to just leave. But he was so good looking, I was drawn to him. He new I was green, and never asked too much of me. And what he did ask for, he got. He got what he wanted, then I got what I wanted. He made sure that we were both happy. Very happy.

Wow. He looked incredible. His shirt completely unbuttoned. I could not help myself, I kept staring at his body. He had some hair on his chest, but not really enough to say he was hairy. And there was a thin line of hair that trailed from his chest, down to his fuzzy belly button."You really do like my fat body, don't you," he asked, still sounding unsure."Dude, you're body is perfect.""Come here," he said, pulling me by the waist of my pants, "Let's have a look at tha...