at the other end of the spectrum
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Posted:Aug 30, 2021 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 3:39 am
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one encounter that I recall was a fellow in the portland area, he had a garage and a minivan. this was significant because we met on a side street in front of a vacant house at his suggestion. the theory was no one would be excited about two vehicles parked in front of a vacant house where they might come out and check. and because he got into the minivan while inside his garage he was able to dress in a bathrobe which made things easier.
I was parked in front so I got out and walked back to the passenger side and hopped in. we said hello, how you doing and my what a mrrrffff. hard to talk when your mouth is full, plus it's rude 
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getting started
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Posted:Aug 29, 2021 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2021 7:46 pm
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seems odd that I don't have any clear memories of the first time I gave a guy a blow job. do recall it was back in the days when personal ads appeared in weekly papers. I would respond to ads occasionally and also place ads, and quickly learned that most people who were placing and responding to ads were probably more into the fantasy than meeting someone in real life.
anyway I had pretty much decided it was something I wanted to try, and eventually found a guy interested in meeting to try it. Once we met and got past the "yep he looks ok" part, things went pretty quickly. not a lot of conversation, and all about getting his cock out of his pants and into my mouth. we both enjoyed the rest of the encounter, but still even after all this time you'd think I'd remember more about it.
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kickoff
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Posted:May 14, 2021 10:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 3:39 am
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hi all, just creating a post break in the blog concept. and answer one person's question - anyone lived in a pretty how town is a line from a poem written by e e cummings.
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