Turning eighteen was a big deal. Kenny had been waiting for it, counting each day like the entire world would change the minute he became . His parents kept referring to it. His brothers too kept kidding him about it. Even though Kenny knew that once he was nothing really would change, he wanted it to happen badly. He still lived at home while going to community college.

I finished him off a second time..this time orally. He lay there coated with sweat from our first encounter. So I lapped up some of his body sweat from his belly,chest and armpits. This wasnt our first time, in fact, we had been having sex since last summer. He and I were swimming at the Y one late Friday night. I felt him grab my balls underwater and we rough housed a bit.

Please do not reproduce this story for any other purpose except personal pleasure Dont view this story if you are under the age of or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Everyone else Enjoy... There was a woman in my bed when the phone rang, a tiny fair skinned blonde with small petite features and a shape that didnt resemble an hourglass in the least. Which is to say she was nothing like Karen. And thats just the way I wanted it. I was so tired of trying to turn vague likenesses into desire.

It was the party after that break, and people were going at it pretty hard. By :, I was already pretty trashed, but the party was nowhere near dying out. I had decided to go out and get some breathing room, have a smoke, get away from the noise of the band for a minute. So I took my beer and headed outside. It was against some fucking university policy for us to take beer out of the house, but I was too drunk to care, and besides I knew that Pete Bailley was doing security tonight, and he was generally pretty cool about

His bedroom was in the basement. I recognized it from the views Id seen on his web cam. A double bed occupied most of the space. A long desk littered with computer equipment, electronics, magazines and assorted office paraphernalia ran along the outside wall paralleling the bed. The space between the bed and the desk was just wide enough to accommodate a wheeled office chair.

On my th birthday me and my best friend Billy decided to have our on little party. Billy got a th of whiskey and a pack of beer, we took his car out in the middle of no where and started getting drunk. It was really hot that summer so while we sat in the car drinking we stripped down to our boxers, which we felt was no big deal. About in the morning we suddenly saw head lights behind us and realized it was a patrol car.

Thank you for your consideration. I was released from the board and went and sat by Mr. Riley, there were half a dozen canvas fold away chairs set up. He tousled my hair and handed me a Coke, "Well done Jason, you have a rest while the others set up the next scene. Hows your bum feel?" "A bit weird, Mr Riley, but nice weird, sort of achy, but like its missing something." I blushed.

It was late, almost midnight and I was cybering away with some guy who was telling me what he could or would like to do to me. It was almost working, I was wet as hell, fingering away but I just couldnt get to the point that makes you gasp, your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. There was a big wet stain on the towel I had spread over my chair and I was completely nude except for my famous long T-shirt which I heard a noise in the living room, told my online lover that I would be right back and went to see what was happening. It was Lisa my roommate. She was obviously a little tipsy and had a tall handsome stranger in tow that was in worse condition.

Cory wrinkled his nose. He remembered the first time he took some of his juice and put it on his tongue. It was bitter and salty. The taste reminded him of the first time he swallowed salt water in the bay. But he read on the Internet about it and after devouring celery the day before he wanted to try again. Throwing his legs over his head he yanked on his erection until he felt the

Brad was standing at the front of the room holding forth to the assembled crowd. Since I knew most of them the effusive introduction was unnecessary but none the less welcome. It was good to see them again. The Trade Minister had Cora Argyll in tow, literally. Cora was hardly recognisable. Wearing a long, full skirt but naked from the waist up, her entire torso, arms, face and shaven head were covered with elaborate tattoos.