A Note from Jake Jaxson:
I miss flirting. That quick rush of adrenaline that makes you tingle when you've caught the eye of someone you don't know but admire, and hoping the look will be returned.
That knowing look! That "I caught you looking" look. That "who the fuck is that" look. The look that can make your day... and even change your life.
I miss the chance encounters of my youth, when, for lack of money, I rode my bike all over the city. The hot summers of New Orleans kept me in shape and on the prowl. Perched on my bike I had the perfect spot to see and been seen. And those days are fondly remembered.
Don't get me wrong -- today I am happy man. Blessed with abundance and the love and caring of two beautiful men. But time and circumstance now finds me reminiscing about those days, chance encounters that now seem like a distant past. Both of the men in my life were the result of flirting and missed connections. RJ and I flirted for a year at our gym, and out and about, before we connected, and I secretly admired and watched Benny for years in the mirrors of a fancy downtown salon in New York, before that day he ended up washing my hair, coming over later that night and then staying in our lives forever.
Recently, while looking for movie props on Craig's List, I decided to check out the M4M action in our neck of the woods. While there were some hot pictures (some from CockyBoys!!), I was mostly unimpressed -- not for the quality of guys -- but for the totally uncreative and UN-sexy approach to soliciting for no-strings-attached, casual encounter sex. It looked more like a stock index of numbers, sizes and weights, and no effort into the pitch, the sale, the hustle.
However, before giving up, I clicked that one area that I had always ignored -- mostly because I never understood its purpose -- Missed Connections. nd boy was I surprised. It was a collection of such wonderfully sexy and arousing posts. Men all over the city detailing those very chance encounters I loved and missed when I was younger and unattached -- those missed moments at coffee shops, subways, parks, and steam rooms. Some even looking for, and detailing that perfect one night stand, or fretting over lost phone numbers. Writing in detail what they would do if only they had another chance at making a first impression.
I was overwhelmed, turned on and inspired. And so we now bring you our new series "Missed Connections," our little interpretations from actual ads we found online. This is our ode to flirting, and to "putting it out there," Bb they quickies, NSA, a flash in the pan or maybe even forever.
A chance encounter, a missed connection, fond memories of an estranged lover. While walking through Central Park, Tegan Zayne
laid eyes on a handsome man that reminded him of a past lover which sent him reeling and unleashed fond memories of the time he and Max shared together. Sitting alone in his room, Tegan reaches out to Max Holt
and reflects on their past.
Tegan strips Max and takes his uncut cock in his mouth, causing Max to moan with pleasure as he sucks the entire length of it and licks his balls. Max returns the favor and before long, they're 69ing, taking each other's rock hard cocks deep in their throats, thrusting into each other's mouths.
Max bends Tegan over the bed and enters his tight hole, making Tegan groan with the anticipation of taking all of Max's cock. Sucking each other's tongues as Max thrusts on top of the writhing Tegan, they decide that it's time for Tegan to ride Max. With Tegan bouncing up and down on Max's cock as he rubs himself, Tegan blows his load and encourages Max to do the same. Stroking himself with Tegan as a hot and heavy audience of one, Max cums all over his taut stomach, much to Tegan's delight.