Friday night on the Underground

Puzzled, I turned to Clifton, who was now standing on the side of me, his prominent body shape making an even bigger impression being so near. His hands were enormous, manicured and hairless, impeccably turned out, his white shirt sleeves just peering out of the sleeves of his black jacket. His grey and black striped trousers rested on very shiny black brogues. His dark brown eyes were deep, overwhelming and piercing. His expressionless face was commanding and he generally looked powerful and strong, therefore not someone you could push off easily while trying to escape which at that point I was seriously considering. Yet, there was excitement in the situation, were they threatening? Well, yes a little bit, with their physical strength and the slightly weird circumstances, the plush surroundings and my feeling ill at ease there, although at no point was I made to feel unwelcome or was my presence questioned, mocked or ignored. So I felt that I should stay a while, after all, I was in a beautiful house, in the company of amazingly good-looking men… why complain?

Clifton helped me stand then got the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted it over my head. It was done without force, in a very professional manner, evidently the man knew what he was doing; he then opened the top button of my jeans, then proceeded in opening expertly each and every single buttons of my fly, his thick fingers only very slightly touching the fabric covering my now partly semi-hard cock. He then pulled my trousers down, lifting my legs one at the time to free them from my jeans, which he did after he unlaced my shoes and took them off. I noticed a bit of sweat on his forehead, the heat in the room was intense despite the opened doors, he then looked up, intently into my eyes, my heart missed a beat, I suddenly felt somewhat spellbound and mesmerised, excited, yet in complete peace and all the notions of escaping just disappeared.

Leather man

Extra nice contribution received, I am very very grateful indeed! 


Thank you!

I am the passenger...

Fast asleep in the commuting train, a little snappy snap taken by a friend on his way back to work. I was expecting renditions of frenzied sexual activities and true love, sadly not... 

Oh well...

Thank you for the lovely shot!

Sheffield Beauty.

Risky strategy, but I could not resist taking a sneaky snap of this beautiful man in Sheffield... 


G O R G E O U S !


I had to run afterwards as he looked a bit menacing...


Still...

Friday night on the Underground

We left the station and walked past a row of shops, I was following him at a small distance, he was walking quite fast. Then he turned towards a quiet and pleasant resident street, which had rows of white houses and the pavements were lined with trees. While he was walking in front of me, his big imposing stature seemed bigger, like a mass, a shadow in the bright sunny light. At no point did we talk, nor did he acknowledge my being there, occasionally he would turn to see if I was following then he would go on with the brisk walking.

After a few minutes, we arrived to another, smaller street, he stopped by the last house in the corner, impressive and large. He walked up a few steps to a black door then he rang the bell. A few seconds passed, I slowed down, and started hovering on the pavement, looking at the man, waiting for instructions, a sign… The door opened, a big man, also dressed in a suit, greeted the other man with a bow. He then turned to me, and signalled towards me, saying “come in” before disappearing in the house.

I walked up the stairs and was greeted by the other man. Cleanly shaved, completely bald and shiny head, thick shoulders, arms, neck and big built, he was an imposing and impressive sight; he was wearing a formal, morning dress, the type I thought you would wear at well-to-do weddings, or at races events when you go to the Royal enclosure for example. He looked incredibly threatening, in a brute and thuggish type of way, yet also amazingly appealing and alluring. He did not say very much, but clearly was unfazed by my being here. He directed me to a room on the other side of the house, which had some open French windows leading to a garden. I was signalled to sit, and wait.

A few minutes passed, before one of the side doors open and the man that I had followed from the station came in, his red tie had disappeared and his shirt was now unbuttoned down three or four buttons, revealing a hairy torso. He was sucking on a thick long unlit cigar, and was wearing half moon reading glasses. The other man, who was carrying a tray of glasses and bottles, followed him in the room. I felt uncomfortable in the slightly grand and formal setting and felt somewhat out of place in my jeans and tee-shirt. The two men with their imposing physique and few words were making me feel slightly unnerved and anxious, I was thinking of making some excuses and leave when the cigar man sat in the sofa across from me and in a distinguish and very deep voice asked me to get undressed. Uncertain and looking at the other man who was now serving drinks, then looking again at the man sat in front of me, I was about to tell him that I needed to go, when, as if he guessed what I was about to say, said “Do not worry about Clifton, he will help you getting ready”.

Fun Fair Attendant too...

So attentive, so patient, so beautiful...


Mr Fair Attendant, we love you...


We


LOVE


YOU

Fun Fair Attendant

Particularly delicious funfair attendant at the Jubilee Party in Battersea Park. I do believe that you are beautiful and that I love you Mr Funfair Attendant!


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Thank you.