1. Early Morning Heat


    Date: 2/10/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: berokko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and mischievous, some full of jokes and laughter, others containing a smoldering sensuality, or cheerful, happy, open to the world and all its experiences. Comfortable with themselves and their environment, they walked and moved with confidence, captains of their destinies. Suddenly the thought of them finding me conceited almost made me laugh out loud. I didn't think I was better than them. I thought they were better than me. But at least I had the courage to actually get up and go to the gym -- some of my friends were so painfully shy they could hardly go to work, much less something as potentially ego-damaging as a workout at a gay gym. Anyway, I left that morning after my workout all sweaty and hot. My shirt usually came off during my curls so I could watch my chest while I was doing them. I never put it back on afterwards. I hated the feel of sweat between my skin and the fabric of my clothes. So I was driving home with the windows down, loving the early morning wind whipping through my car. But it seems like someone was heating up just as I was cooling down. Because, like I said, I pulled into my driveway and hit the button on the remote that would open the gate. While I waited for it to slide open I checked the rearview mirror. What I saw surprised the hell out of me. The car behind me had slowed down and the driver was making deliberate eye contact with me in the mirror. Oh well, I thought as I drove through the now open gate into the darkness of the garage. No ...
    lights on. Cheap landlords, I thought. I glanced back at the mirror and was startled to see that the car had driven further up the street and was now making a U-turn. A U-turn? Someone doesn't make a U-turn in the middle of the street unless it's really important. I had to check this out. As I pulled into my space I remember one of my friends telling me when he was involved with an insurance battle he had been followed by a private investigator. Was I being followed? What did I do? What was going on? I knew that I should get out of my car, toss my bag over my shoulder and head up to my apartment. I had to be at work in two hours and I wanted to shower and eat breakfast without rushing. But my curiosity was too intense to resist. I got out of my car and headed for the gate. As an afterthought, I went back and grabbed the gate remote. I didn't know why I did it. Or maybe I did. I reached the gate, half-hoping I'd see nothing and the car would be gone. The other half was hoping for...what? Probably hoping for exactly what I saw. The car was parked on the street and the driver was getting out. It was a black BMW. I wondered if private investigators made enough money to drive cars like that. I doubted it. And private investigators certainly didn't walk right towards you with their eyes boring into you, like this guy was. He was dressed really nice, like the winner of the Mr. Gay Corporate America contest. The whole deal, pressed white shirt, power tie, dark slacks. And the face, broad ...
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