"Hey John, the other day when we were heading outbound, I noticed some smoke from one of the islands in the Atlantic. I didnt think anything of it at the time, but on our return trip, I saw the same plume of smoke from the same island. I didnt notice any damage to the flora and fauna on the island, and decided to report it. "Well, Chuck, that does seem strange. What are the coordinates?" The two men discussed Chucks findings.

Several tiems he pulled on his own nipples his cock would harden moresoe making his self pleasure more fantastic. He hung around with them and talked while his Dad went to a nearby store. He met up with them a few more times to inhale something they said would make him feel great. It both made him feel weird and sexier. That night he decided to go to their house, he wasnt expecting to see them naked, licking and stickign each other. His cock ached and he satisfied it as he watched two boys tanned, smooth and hard having the kind of sex he never knew existed. Oh he knew there was such a thing as gay sex, but having never really seen it, the vision excited him more

I got home after my wild afternoon with Billy, feeling better than I ever had before. All I could think of was when I could get together with him again. Thankfully it was vacation, so I didnt have to worry about school or anything. Mom and Dad were off to work all day, so I had the house all to myself every day. Later that evening, I called Billy on the phone, and we talked for a while.

I didnt think she was ready for anal yet, but ten minutes later she commanded, "Fuck me in the ass, now!" Seth said, "Well, alright. If you insist." She lay down on her stomach and pulled open her ass cheeks, letting Seth slip his cock in her ass. Pretty soon, Seth came again, and Scott came soon after. Then the boys pulled out and rested, giving each other a kiss. Rachel and I then got into a , eating each others pussy juice and the boy cum. I started to come, and then she did as well. Scott then said, "I have to take a major piss." Seth said "Yeah, me too." "Okay," I responded. "Im pretty thirsty now." "Um," Rachel asked, "What are you guys

Jasons gaydar was on full alert. There was something going on and he wanted a part of it. Usually the guys that he played ruby with were as straight as could be. Sure there was all the towel snapping stuff, and sometimes pats on butts and stuff, but today was different. It was as if all these young stallions, most just into their twenties, were high on an excess of energy.

Did I ever tell you of my Ketchikan fantasy-come-true from when I worked there years ago? Still in my early thirties, still tan from summers in the Southwest and sinewy from swinging a pjulaski on the fireline. Oh, and I was still carried just pounds on my " frame. Grey strands graced my brown hair but just enough to be distinguished. On my weekend, they flew me to Ketchikan from Prince of Wales Island and put me up in the Super .

Katie was a very attractive girl and she had a fantastic body, which she rarely showed off to its best advantage. Could it be that she was so excited by seeing me like this with Greg?

Carl and Jayne were restless and they looked at the clock in their living room for the fiftieth time that day. Their guest were five minutes late. Not that there was anything wrong with that; it was just that they were so keen to get this party started. It had been a long while since they had last seen Tom and Cindy, but now at last their car drew up the long drive from the main road. Carl wrapped an arm around Jayne and kissed her cheek.

My name is Craig. I remember when I was years old. My voice was starting to change, and I was beginning growing hair on parts of my body that didnt have it before. I was in the seventh grade, and I hated gym glass. After every class, the gym teacher made us take a shower. We all showered together in the same room with nozzles on the wall. One Friday, I found myself looking at the other boys.

I used to commute by train every weekday, about miles, from our suburban home to downtown. It sure beat having to cope with freeway traffic. I used to prefer to sit in the upper section of the two-decker cars in a face-to-face seat where I could spread out paperwork in front of me unless someone happened to ask to sit there, which was very rare. I was entertaining clients late one evening in the city, and managed