Raphael buzzed my apartment a couple days ago, something he doesn’t normally do, and at first, I was reluctant to let him in, telling him I had “guests.” He began relating something to me in his slow, careful English, but before he could get to the point the security phone cut him off — I …
Sorry for the absence. One of my oldest and dearest buddies, Santosh, has been visiting me this week and I haven’t had much time. I ran into Raphael today at the StationPrague’s main train station, where I spent a lot of time picking up boys.; or rather, he strolled up to me, still in the …
I ran into Raphael at the train station and he told me it was his 25th birthday. “Me… 25 years and…,” he looked around, shrugged and said, “Hlavní nádražíPrague’s main train station, where I spent a lot of time picking up boys..” There are worse places, I suppose. Aren’t there? Things don’t look so bad …
I ran into Raphael at the train station after not seeing him for a couple weeks. He was sporting a new fake “Carhartt” nylon jacket and “2 Pac” white hoody. My guess is his American sugar daddy kicked him out and so now he’s homeless again. He says he was living with a couple somewhere …
The best things about Raphael were his great interest in seeing himself on video and his willingness to show off for the camera. He’s got a very sinewy, muscular body and spent a lot of time flexing. When he realized I liked it so much, gasping and groaning as I jacked off while he posed …
Camp ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the…, two of his British friends who were staying in one of Bob’s rooms, and I had spotted a cute slim, bleached-blonde boy at hlavní nádražíPrague’s main train station, where …
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