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This morning I had to waste half an hour or so while the lenses on my spectacles were being changed. So I went into Waterstones for a cup of coffee. I got admonished for asking for black coffee with froth instead of using the technical terms like cappucino and americano and latte, whose meanings I just don't know. After getting over the shock of finding the coffee franchise had been taken over by Costa and that the coffee didn't taste as good as when all the menu boards were in Italian, I settled down to the DT crossword.
The advantage of that was being able to boywatch while I worked out the clues. Now 38 years ago I did move to an urban area where the natives are renowned for being two generations away from the troglodyte age and so I didn't expect any great beauties. But no. There at the history shelf was a handsome youth browsing. At first I saw just his well cut black hair and zero butt (a personal preference). I had to be patient for him to turn round and content myself with the thought that here was someone reasonably intelligent. When he finally did he showed his handsome face, dark brown eyes and an interesting bulge in his loose jeans.
After he went I got up to notice another little beauty with tousled blond hair sitting at a table studiously doing his homework. Purely aesthetic interest, you understand. I drink on average two cups of coffee a month, but I might have to go back next Saturday. However, they do serve hot chocolate.
Hugs
N
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Memo to self: Must visit Waterstones!
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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At the university Kevin and I attend there is a particular bench which is located at the junction of 3 corridors, the elevator and the stairwell, as well as the congregating area known collectively as "the pit" (which is a sunken area filled with comfy seating), and the food court....
Needless to say that the sceinery there is most appealing....
The cuties come by alone and in gaggles of up to 20....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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