He was Priceless !
He was quite a bit younger than me.....by a good 10, perhaps 15, or even 20 years.
But he was so "classic"...so well-versed and well-spoken!
He was.....GORGEOUS!
6 feet tall, a slender, lean and ripped 180 lbs...
tossled blonde/brown hair and hazel eyes....
fine thin lips, unlike today's fashionable "Angelina Jolie" bozo lips!
His body was taught and well defined....like a n olympic swimmer, a "Michael Phelps".
He was "handsome"...
not quite "Pretty" and not "Rock-Star-ish"....
more like classy....Cary Grant-ish!
He was, simply put,..... GORGEOUS!
I met him at a Spring party.....celebrating the Mid-Atlantic Thoroughbred Race-Horse Season.
I come from "Horsey" people.....breeders and trainers and owners.
It was "Hunt Season"....Spring, when the gelded boiz were to show just how strong they were without their "balls"!
The party was to celebrate the Maryland Hunt Cup....all Very Prim and Proper!
.....Prim and Proper.....except for.....ME!......the quiet "Fag" in the crowd!
LOL
No one knew....No one suspected.
I, too, was very prim-and-proper!
But, quietly, I pined for BONE....Stiff Cock....Boi Hole!
Lick, Eat, Suck, Swallow, Rim, Slobber, FUCK!
(and NOT necessarily in that order!)
His name was Lance....perhaps "Lancelot" from English history!
And he was studying "Law"....in his 3rd year at U.V.A.!
And I was "doing my thing" in Virginia and Washington D.C. and the Maryland countryside.
The Hunt Cup Party was set in the rolling hills, barn-side, with strolling string-quartets and wafting country air and an occasional horses' "neigh" from a nearby stall!
Lance was standing non-nonchalantly next to the nearest portable bar and I "eyed" him from about 25 feet away.
He caught my glimpse and his lips curled upwards into a most attractive smile.
I blushed and he pushed his way towards me and offered to buy me a glass of Moet!
It was "open-bar" so I smiled and told him, "I INSIST....I BUY for the both of us!"
He smiled again, said, "Fair enough", and the courtship began.
His family were neighbors of my family on The Manor, but Neighbors meant 15 to 20 miles down the road.
It was, after all, country!
We chatted idly for perhaps an hour when he told me he had to return home and prepare for his trip back to Richmond.
I offered a ride and he politely accepted.
He gasped when he saw my vintage Austin Healy, British Racing Green, Khaki rag-top.
Then he hopped over the small door and slid in easily to the leather seat.
He was actually cute....and he "fit" the portrait that I had imagined....fit it so very very well!
We chatted a bit and laughed a lot and I remembered his uncle fro my youthful years growing up in the country.
He asked if I could stop and we could enjoy a drink at the Tavern.
I obliged and suddenly, the FUN began!.....
But he was so "classic"...so well-versed and well-spoken!
He was.....GORGEOUS!
6 feet tall, a slender, lean and ripped 180 lbs...
tossled blonde/brown hair and hazel eyes....
fine thin lips, unlike today's fashionable "Angelina Jolie" bozo lips!
His body was taught and well defined....like a n olympic swimmer, a "Michael Phelps".
He was "handsome"...
not quite "Pretty" and not "Rock-Star-ish"....
more like classy....Cary Grant-ish!
He was, simply put,..... GORGEOUS!
I met him at a Spring party.....celebrating the Mid-Atlantic Thoroughbred Race-Horse Season.
I come from "Horsey" people.....breeders and trainers and owners.
It was "Hunt Season"....Spring, when the gelded boiz were to show just how strong they were without their "balls"!
The party was to celebrate the Maryland Hunt Cup....all Very Prim and Proper!
.....Prim and Proper.....except for.....ME!......the quiet "Fag" in the crowd!
LOL
No one knew....No one suspected.
I, too, was very prim-and-proper!
But, quietly, I pined for BONE....Stiff Cock....Boi Hole!
Lick, Eat, Suck, Swallow, Rim, Slobber, FUCK!
(and NOT necessarily in that order!)
His name was Lance....perhaps "Lancelot" from English history!
And he was studying "Law"....in his 3rd year at U.V.A.!
And I was "doing my thing" in Virginia and Washington D.C. and the Maryland countryside.
The Hunt Cup Party was set in the rolling hills, barn-side, with strolling string-quartets and wafting country air and an occasional horses' "neigh" from a nearby stall!
Lance was standing non-nonchalantly next to the nearest portable bar and I "eyed" him from about 25 feet away.
He caught my glimpse and his lips curled upwards into a most attractive smile.
I blushed and he pushed his way towards me and offered to buy me a glass of Moet!
It was "open-bar" so I smiled and told him, "I INSIST....I BUY for the both of us!"
He smiled again, said, "Fair enough", and the courtship began.
His family were neighbors of my family on The Manor, but Neighbors meant 15 to 20 miles down the road.
It was, after all, country!
We chatted idly for perhaps an hour when he told me he had to return home and prepare for his trip back to Richmond.
I offered a ride and he politely accepted.
He gasped when he saw my vintage Austin Healy, British Racing Green, Khaki rag-top.
Then he hopped over the small door and slid in easily to the leather seat.
He was actually cute....and he "fit" the portrait that I had imagined....fit it so very very well!
We chatted a bit and laughed a lot and I remembered his uncle fro my youthful years growing up in the country.
He asked if I could stop and we could enjoy a drink at the Tavern.
I obliged and suddenly, the FUN began!.....
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