In the early Nineties, I was working as a busboy at a big hotel downtown Toronto. There was only the one bar and it was never really that busy. Mainly it was occupied with men by themselves, married usually, on a business trip or attending a conference. You could always tell the guys that were looking for some fun. They would drop hints but initially I never took anyone up on an offer. One night I was behind the bar while the main guy went on a break. Two attractive men in their sixties, were sitting together, chatting. One was clean shaven, with short, silver hair. The other was more rugged… Weiterlesen

I'd had a long day travelling and went to bed late. Woke up around 10am and could hear someone in the house. I put on my robe and went downstairs to the kitchen. Evelyn was there by the sink, filling up the kettle. She was around 55 years old, dressed for the office, with a fabulous body. Quite tall with nylon clad legs, dark blue blazer and skirt, white blouse and sling back shoes. Shoulder length light brown hair with not too much make up. "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked, while looking me up and down. "Did you have a good sleep? I heard you come in late. I was going to come and wa… Weiterlesen

Back in 1987, I was obsessed with British music and television so decided I would make a trip over. Take a big backpack and travel around the country by bus and train. Stay in hostels and just do things on the cheap. After a week of travel, I ended up in a small town in the north of England. Booked into the youth hostel then decided to go for a pint in the pub round the corner. A middle aged couple saw my Toronto t shirt and we got chatting. Ends up they had relatives that lived really close to me and would often pop over for a vacation. After a few pints, the very attractive wife said I shou… Weiterlesen