I met Stuart on the Internet. I had posted on several sites, and my posts ran something like this: "Athletic, extremely exhibitionistic bottom likes to please and be watched. Seeking fit man, fifties or early 60s, bearish. Must be discreet. Would like to enjoy mutual masturbation. If we click, anything is possible. "
He was somewhere between thirty-five and forty, tall, dark-haired and built like a man who's done heavy manual labor all his life. When he'd strip out of his shirt during the heat of the day, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His arms were huge, his biceps and triceps jumping and knotting every time he lifted something or pounded a nail or sawed a board.
The five boys playing poker in Jake's dorm room all nodded their hellos to the slightly built young man before returning to their game! Peter and Bobby sat down in the corner to watch, but before they were even settled in their seats Jake piped up, You know the rules, Pete, anyone watching has to strip just like the rest of us, so either get naked or get out!!!