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Something sparked Karl’s mind as he sat there watching all those names go whizzing by on the bright computer screen. It stirred up old memories. An endless parade of young men back in Hollywood. Like spawning salmon, there was a neverending supply of them, always available, in every color and shade.There was no need to fret, another would appear to take the place of a fallen angel.
Most of the names brightly twinkling, were experienced, at least by a few weeks.The new ones, recent recruits were marked with asterisks, denoting the availability of these hot new numbers. They were eager, hot and ready to please.Times had changed, it was no longer difficult to approach the bi-sexual male, the gays, and even a few straight boys who had
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Subject: TALES02.TXT; Horny Guy Tails 1995, #2
“Horny Guy Tails”
I see him the moment I board the bus. Of course the bus is a fucking cattle car packed with sweating, tired, pissed-off people who’ve just gotten off work and want only to go home and veg out in front of the tube. I’m certainly no different.
But somewhere between all the jostling heads and shuffling bodies, I spot him – slouched in his seat, looking straight ahead with bored, half-closed eyes. He’s wearing a torn, grease-stained T-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve. His biceps are impressive – he must work out. Tattooed crudely across the left one is the name Angela – no heart or anything, just the scrawled name. A real punk. Just 18 or 19 years old, 20 tops. I get a hard-on before the bus has a chance to pull away from the stop.
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CHRISTMAS IN CALIFORNIA
Morning is a favorite time for me. And this particular morning was especially fine. This was Christmas morning. Every year I spend Christmas with my friends who live at the beach in Orange county. So I was up early, and getting ready to drive down there.
It was a bright clear morning, a little crisp by Southern California standards. A slight breeze from the ocean had cleaned the air and brought the smell of salt water inland. I could see Pacific Palasades from Hollywood. I stretched and reached for the sky and breathed in the air. It was clean and fresh, as it should be for a day like today!
One of my favorite pleasures when I am with them, is spending time at the beach. I always take my bicycle with me as they sometimes like to ride along the ocean. I keep my bicycle at the studio where I have room for it.
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HOLIDAY IN THE CANARIES – PART 1
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When I was 17 I went to the Canary Islands for a summer holiday with some of my buddies. The guys I went with were all straight, mostly football boys and “casuals”.
We were all staying in a hotel in Las Palmas. My buddies were always getting pissed and going to discos looking for birds, but I quite often went off on my own to look for boys.
I love to see guys in tight stretch jeans. The best place for that is in Spain and the Canary Islands … the Spanish boys all wear ‘em … some of ‘em are REALLY hunky with tanned, muscularbodies and showing off massive bulges in their tight jeans! I spent a lot of time just eyeing up the hunks on the Town Beach at Las Palmas and getting rock hard! As well
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CABLE TV
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Never let it be said that Cable television is more trouble than it’s worth. My experience with the local cable company has convinced me that my 20 a month is now a payment made gratefully. Several weeks ago, I discovered for about the tenth time that my cable connection was shot. This was especially irritating, since I knew that it meant that I’d have to take a day off work, just to wait for the repair man to get over here and fix it.
On the day my repair visit was scheduled, I was not in the best of moods anyway. Things had been rough on the job and I was tired of the whole thing. When the doorbell rang at 4.45, I’d just about given up on seeing anyone and was dreading arranging another appointment. Well, I thought, at least it’ll be over
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