[mathdotcom]

I am 38 yrs old, 5-4, bald (but wear 2 Dime rug) 301 pounds and work out. I am from Newark, NJ and my income is supported by me being a professional horse player. I mainly play NY circuit and do not jump around like most of you degenerates. I am a very nice guy and sweet and have style as I am Italian. I would think you would be impressed with my full length mink I wear as I am a big timer that knows the streets. I like dancing, bowling, gambling and shooting bow and arrows. Yes Lyn and Sherry I actually when warmer out wear the outfit and carry the boy on my back daily as a sign of status like the mink. I guess you might not understand some of my quirks.

I DO NOT LOOK TO SLEEP WITH WOMEN ON THE FIRST OR SECOND DATE, I am not like most guys that way and I hope you do not just want a quick fling as I am looking for something serious and long term. I live in someone's basement currently and have a nice setup that you both would like. I think you know I have a van from the 70's that rides like lion at times but it is sexy as I am.

Girls I am a great catch and most women for some odd reason fail to see it. I am funny also and sing mostly RB on the side in Jazz clubs. I am white FYI but fit in well with people of color and like hanging in Jazz bars if you do not mind.

I enjoy sports and boating also and have been known to send it in big and work with various sports syndicates through Country as they like my plays. I would think you would like it here if we can click as we have Big M and Yonkers where qwe can go and have fun. I know the guys at Yonkers so I duke them and they let me walk the track after hours and we can throw pennies in the pond as a date.

I think people with the same interests click well and we all like the horses and I can help you grow in that area of your life.

I have some "issues and or phobias" but I do not think they would interfere with our relationship. I guess you are going to ask so I will say here. I fear raccoons, snakes and spiders and everyday I check under my bed 25-35 a day to make sure none are under there. Hey like I said we all have issues but this one is minor .

So in concluding I have said lots about myself, oy yeh I do not drink or smoke. I am an athlete. I have pictures if you need to see them and mainly me in minks and jumpsuites as that is all wear most of the time unless I have to go to a wake and I do wear lots of jewerly.

Hey don't worry if we do meet I will wear my silk shirt and wide cuff leather pants that I would think will both love as the leather pants are very tight on me and what women do not like guys in tight pants??

If you like Travolta types or Barry Manilow types or Ted Nugent types they are all me mixed into one.

Tell me what you all think.

Thanks and your friend Mario (my real name)

[Chi_archie]

love this shit. post the jacking off for the window washers one...

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[mathdotcom]

This would be about 9 years ago -- I'd just gotten a job in a new city, and so didn't really know anyone yet outside of work. I had a small bachelor apartment, which was almost completely unfurnished. At the time, I think I slept in a sleeping bag. I had a couch, a chair, a TV and TV stand, a lamp -- not much else. Sort of the bare essentials. No curtains either, by the way. That's important, so hold onto that.

As it turned out, the apartment complex I chose was in the middle of the gay district. Since I was new to the city, I hadn't known this. I'd been walking around town on my lunch hours at work, trying to find a place to live (I crashed at a friend's place my first few weeks until I found one). I eventually found a great-looking bachelor apartment, which was inexplicably $100 cheaper than any of the bachelors in the surrounding area. Hardwood floors, a deck, track lighting -- I couldn't believe my luck, and signed the lease right there on my lunch hour. It wasn't until my father brought the truck into town and helped me move in a week later, and we showed up to find two leather bull-queers necking in the lobby, that I realized what was going on. My father, I remember, gave me a long look -- waiting, I think, for me to officially come out of the closet right there in the truck. Much explaining ensued that I wasn't gay -- just an idiot who doesn't research apartments well.

As luck would have it, within a month of my moving in the landlord announced a total overhaul of all the decks by a construction crew. Suddenly the outside of my building looked like a war-zone, with lumber and cement mixers and dolleys running up the sides of the buildings. All the decks were ripped off the building, the doors were sealed up from the outside, and crews got busy laying the steel frame foundations for all the new decks. This took place over the course of months -- it's a thirty-storey building, with about eight apartments per floor, and a deck per apartment. So a little math tells you this wasn't finished in a day. As weeks turned to months, I stopped noticing them entirely.

One morning, I woke up hard, and I woke up early. Usually I trot off to the shower, have a little breakfast, get my shirt and tie pressed, and I'm off to work. This time I had a little time to kill, and so popped on the TV, found some hotty, got comfortable on the couch, and... well, started having some fun, if you catch me.

So I'm stroking away, and because I was already pretty revved up to begin with, it wasn't taking long. Tissues were at the ready. I revved up the pace a little, and...

...I orgasmed. Shot my load.

Just as four construction workers on a machine-lifted scaffolding appeared in my window to install my deck.

Sadly, I noticed this just before the load-shooting. As anyone who's shot a load or two will know, this isn't actually something you can stop. So, just as they appeared, and caught my eye, I... ejaculated in front of them.

Having done the deed, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. So I very casually removed the tissues, gave a slight nod in their direction, as if to confirm their presence and pretend it was business as usual -- that gay construction workers watch me spank off every day from the window and this just happened to be their turn -- and casually waltzed into the bathroom.

You'd think this would be the end of the story. And well it should be, since it's already extremely, extremely embarrassing. And yet it's not the end of the story. Because since I'd rushed into the bathroom in a shamed state, I hadn't actually taken anything in with me. Like, say, clothes. I just had the underwear I was wearing. My only hope was to go about my morning bathroom routine very slowly, hoping they might move on before I finished so I could leave my bathroom and get a change of clothes.

I brushed my teeth. Hammering noises from outside. I showered. Drilling noises. I shaved. Silence. Ah!

I walked out in my underwear. The four of them were sitting around having coffee out of a thermos. Still there, of course. Still watching.

At this precise point I realized I'd simply have to get over this, and so went about the business of getting dressed in front of the construction workers. Pants, shirt, tie, socks. After I'd finished lacing up my shoes, I grabbed my briefcase and, turning to the window, gave a small bow.

They clapped.

That night I nailed bedsheets up against the windows.

[mathdotcom]

Dutcher what is big fukkin deal?? It was a classic scene. If you look at porn sites there is lots of voyeurism.

The looks on the the construction faces was classsic, they were laughing but looked fukkin white. They did not know if I was going to go over there and fuk them in a line up, I was screaming to as I did it and had my black socks on. It was just really funny. I was looking them all in the eyes and jerking off . I think they thought I was a half of nut. All I need was a hard hat and it could of been great footage for a porn site to use. I should of chased a guy around though pretending to want to fuk him.

I will never forget years ago when I was in prison for a few days and stringbean (6-10 or so 130 pounds) chased me around and got me in a corner and tried to fuk me in the shower stall. He could not get it in and he was not that strong. If you ever a saw a nude guy 6-10 and a 130 pounds running at you with no clothes on and a 8 inch rooster you would be fukkin scared shit. The fuk could fly and was known in prisons to catch his prey, he saw a small guy 5-4, 280 or so and I guess he liked the tall/skinny fantasy vs the small/fat fantasy. I still see stringbean around and now we joke about it and he said he has just horned up in prison but now just dates women.

[sweep]

you're a loser mathy, get off jj's nuts u prik nerd fukk...

[DiggityDaggityDo]

So is he white or italian?

[CarpeDime]

wow classic stuff and you can really tell how he has changed stylistically over the years

where the fuk is this stuff from?? majorwager??

[Roadtrip635]

it was business as usual -- that gay construction workers watch me spank off every day from the window

Business as usual!

[13th Inning]

wow classic stuff and you can really tell how he has changed stylistically over the years where the fuk is this stuff from?? majorwager??

I think the first one is from Track Champion.

[DOMINATER]

for a minute that described about half of federal hill !

[dj_destroyer]

Tl;dr

[Chi_archie]

looking forward to today's classic

[Chi_archie]

JJ, hope you spindled a few men and didn't get belly noggled or jelly pinched while in the can

[CarpeDime]

real name is MARIO DOLBIN

few know this

ran a shady outfit know as The Dolbin Group LLC

[ABEHONEST]

Wow!