Robbie couldt believe that he was actually doing this. How did he let Sean pursuade him into this? This was new to him, different and wrong, but arousing at the same time. Robbie and Sean had had a bit too many beers and were feeling the effects of the alcohol. The humid evening air hung heavy, a scent of grass and horses filled the air. Looking down at his hand, Robbie saw that his hand only reached halfway round the big horse cock. His thoughts were racing through his mind.

Wendy knocked on the door, then took a step back. Some moments passed before she heard Carols mom call out "Just come on in." Wendy reached out and opened the door, then went inside, closing the door behind her. She headed for the stairs, then went upstairs. She was going to spend the day together with Carol. As she passed the bathroom, Marilyn, Carols mom, came out from the room. Wendy stopped in the hallway, couldnt help but stare at Marilyn.

Sean stood in the shower, the warm water cascading down over him. He stood with closed eyes, completely in another world. His thoughts were a thousand miles away. He was tired. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that there were only a couple of other guys in the showerroom. He went out of the shower and headed for the bathroom. He went inside and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Simon had just recently come to live on the farm. He was not much for the idea, though he loved to come here when he was a young kid, but now he was , and not really interested in his uncles farm anymore. But since his mother had to go to another country, she had made him stay with his uncle until she came back. Simon was not happy with this, as he meant that he could take care of himself, after all he was , and not a kid any longer.

Helen was walking towards the showers in the dressingroom, she was still wearing her bathingsuit. She had enjoyed the three hours she had spent at the swimmingpool. There werent many people here today, mostly young girls. She heard some giggling at the showerstalls, though she thought nothing of it, this was after all a public swimminghall. When she entered the showerroom, she could not see the girls giggling, though she

Date: Wed, 30 Apr 1997 08:36:50 PDT From: Paul Haakonsen icedearthhotmail.com Subject: Dog-Sitting! This story contains explicit contents of relations between animals and people. It also contains a gay-based line, and should not be read or view by minors. Any events or characters portrayed in this story are fictional, similarities to people living or dead is coincidental.

Date: Tue, 10 Aug 1999 23:03:16 PDT From: Paul Haakonsen icedearthhotmail.com Subject: Discovered ...::DISCLAIMER::... The following text is of explicit nature, and suitable for an adult audience only. If you are a minor, or if fictive erotic material offends you, you should not be viewing or using it. Nor should you be using this material if this is illegal in the state or country where you live. It is important to know that this series is entirely fictive, invented by the author.

It was late Saturday evening, when Chris came home from the Karate training. He was a little tired and very hungry. He hadnt eaten for about hours. He came to the house he lived in. Chris lived alone with his mother. His father had divorced Julie, Chris mom, when Chris was . Now he was . Chris mom, Julie, loved her work, and was always talking about it. Chris didnt pay much attention, but he loved some of the stories she told from time to time. He always enjoyed visiting her at the job. He always talked with her friends there.

Lucas had just started in the new college, which was nice since he was fed up with the old college. His mother had gotten a new job in the city, so they had moved half way across the state to get here. Lucas liked it, it was a new chance to start all over. He had fallen right in with the other youth at the college. He had made new friends, and were more active in his studies at this new college.

The day had almost just begun, and already Jack was heading for work. He rode his bicycle down the empty streets of the city. His muscled legs working up and down. The morningair was cold, almost chilling, but the cycling made him hot in the cold morning air. His breath could just be noticed, the steam vanishing in the cold air. The streets were almost totally dead, almost deserted.