CJK

OT: I went to LA for my 30th birthday, so this must have been late March 1994. I was staying at the Ramada. One morning, I got out of the shower, toweled off and opened the door just a crack to pick up the USA Today. The paper was a little farther from the door than I expected. I reached for it. And I heard the door latch. I was wearing nothing but a towel. The woman in the next room heard me, opened her door and called down to the front desk for me. The desk clerk assured me it happened all the time, 
I then met my cousin from breakfast at Hugo's, just down the street, James Woods was sitting at the table next us, alone, reading the LA Times. He left the paper and another customer got up to take it. He held the sports section in the air and pointed out is had not been touched, saying something like, "what does that tell us?"

Which, IMO, is the problem.
Fortunately for those that do shave there are men who like that. Fortunately for me, there are men who do not shave everywhere. 

NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
And don't get me started on men who shave their pits or chests. I like a man who feels like a man, smells like a man and looks like a man. 
 

NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
And don't get me started on men who shave their pits or chests. I like a man who feels like a man, smells like a man and looks like a man. 
 

NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
And don't get me started on men who shave their pits or chests. I like a man who feels like a man, smells like a man and looks like a man. 
 

NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
And don't get me started on men who shave their pits or chests. I like a man who feels like a man, smells like a man and looks like a man. 
 

NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
And don't get me started on men who shave their pits or chests. I like a man who feels like a man, smells like a man and looks like a man. 
 

Raw vegetables. 
I always have raw carrots, celery, cherry tomatoes, cukes, peppers and radishes cleaned and prepped to eat. Sometimes broccoli, cauliflower and zucchini/squash. My motto: If you make vegetables the easiest snack to quickly grab when you want something, vegetables will be the easiest snack to grab. 
On the rare occasion I want junk, it's Cheetos. Salty, orange-hand-causing, very processed cheese that goes crunch. Sometimes I try to substitute Pepperidge Farm Goldfish because they are healthier than Cheetos, but they do really answer the craving the way Cheetos do. 

OT: I went to LA for my 30th birthday, so this must have been late March 1994. I was staying at the Ramada. One morning, I got out of the shower, toweled off and opened the door just a crack to pick up the USA Today. The paper was a little farther from the door than I expected. I reached for it. And I heard the door latch. I was wearing nothing but a towel. The woman in the next room heard me, opened her door and called down to the front desk for me. The desk clerk assured me it happened all the time, 
I then met my cousin from breakfast at Hugo's, just down the street, James Woods was sitting at the table next us, alone, reading the LA Times. He left the paper and another customer got up to take it. He held the sports section in the air and pointed out is had not been touched, saying something like, "what does that tell us?"

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Except when Michael Lucas puts himself in the orgy. While his orgy scenes are usually pretty hot, the sight of his tightly lifted face ruins the orgy. 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work. 

Slightly off topic: I remember being sixteen or seventeen, with my parents and sisters, shopping in the Manhattan Bloomingdales when nature called. I innocently walked into the men's room on the first floor. Every urinal was occupied, so I waited. For several minutes none of the men finished and moved on. Finally, one urinal opened up. I walked up to it, pulled out my cock and suddenly realized all those men were showing boners. Hot men. Mostly twenty-somethings in expensive suits. 
Some were reaching over to help the man next to them. I had never seen or heard of such a thing happening in a public restroom. My cock immediately stood at attention, and when the man next to me touched it... wow, just wow. Another guy stuck his finger in my butt and stopped my cock from spurting, only to lightly massage it for the most intense orgasm I had ever had up to that point.
I quickly pulled my pants back up, rejoined my family and acted like nothing happened, but after that I was constantly on the lookout for tea rooms. On my next NYC trip, I was visiting my grandmother without the rest of the family, I went back to Bloomingdales. I met a guy there who invited me to work out with him at the Y the next day. (92nd St Y, circa 1980) The Y was a block from my grandmother's apartment. It became a regular stomping ground for me when I would visit her. I often woke up, went over there, worked out and messed around in the locker area with men who were working out before going to work.