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You know those canisters of squirty cream? I can never look at one without smiling. Let me explain… It was my first year of college. I’d left home - the freedom was amazing, like fresh air after being locked in a stuffy room. My family was very conservative and I’d never really had many friends at school; that was made worse when I begin to realize that I had feelings for other guys. I kept it all to myself, but eventually...

I left the flat to go shopping, collected what I needed, and decided to sit on the bench in the High Street. I had no intention of striking up conversation with the man sat next to me on the bench. Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed him. Pigeons waddled around my feet as crowds of office workers rushed past, on their lunch breaks. I'd never felt part of their world, not really. I kept strange hours as a painter,...

You know those canisters of squirty cream? I can never look at one without smiling. Let me explain… It was my first year of college. I’d left home - the freedom was amazing, like fresh air after being locked in a stuffy room. My family was very conservative and I’d never really had many friends at school; that was made worse when I begin to realize that I had feelings for other guys. I kept it all to myself, but eventually...

So I bet you can’t wait to find out what happened next with my mysterious gym hunk from the first part of the story My dirty gay date in the gym? Obviously, because we never got to finish what we started in the sauna, I left the gym feeling wired and electric. I couldn’t believe something like that had happened - and with someone so hot! Obviously, every time I went to the gym after that I kept an eye out...

Do you remember the first part of the story My Hot Encounter On the Subway? Would you like to know what happened with Adam in that crowded subway? Then we are going to share with you the second part of this exciting story. ...Of course, they weren’t. They were too busy living their own lives and trying to survive this terrible commute that was turning into an amazing encounter for me. This hunky, Charlie Hunnam type, dressed in a sharp business...

I left the flat to go shopping, collected what I needed, and decided to sit on the bench in the High Street. I had no intention of striking up conversation with the man sat next to me on the bench. Lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed him. Pigeons waddled around my feet as crowds of office workers rushed past, on their lunch breaks. I'd never felt part of their world, not really. I kept strange hours as a painter,...