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He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over from me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was close to six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 35. His dark brown hair had been dried casually, still a young damp, lying about in soft curls. I had never seen young boy cum man whom I thought was truly physically attractive to me.
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I finally built up the courage to go over to speak to him. He thanked me, and we started to talk. He suggested we move to a table, which we did, half way across the bar. As we talked I became very comfortable. Looking into his brown eyes, as he would laugh about something just said, he would reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his.
He said that he only came in here for a drink and didn't particularly young boy movies for bars. But, was thirsty and wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I never been in a gay bar before, and embarrassing told him about never having been with a man either. He smiled knowingly. I told him the whole story about having fantasized all my life about being with man.
But not feeling quite right about it. He told me that, like me, he had not been true to his feelings until he was 28. Having lead a straight life, with teens, and now an ex-wife, he was ready for a loving, gay relationship. young boy movies had had a few male lovers, but the situations had left him empty. He offered to cook me dinner. young boy movies paid for our drinks, as we left he put his hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair.
As we were driving my car up the hill towards his place, I reached out and put my hand over his. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into my eyes, smiling. We pulled into the driveway and walked up the sidewalk into his place. I sat down on the couch as he went to get us a couple of drinks.