As John got up, he reached over and turned off his alarm clock. Laying with the covers covering him completely, he listened to the sound of his mother making breakfast downstairs. Knowing that his mom wouldnt be walking in on him anytime soon, he kicked off his sheets and ran his nylon covered foot up his nylon covered leg. "It snowed." John smiled as he swung his legs out of bed and walked over to the frosted window. A white blanket of snow covered the ground and the cold touch of the window made him glad to have the pantyhose fitted snugly on him.

It was a ceremony to be initiated into the group within the team. I knew that...having heard it in a tearful confession from one of my best friends. We drank the cheap wine we had stolen from his fathers bedroom. And smoke the dope we had purchased with a weeks of lunch money. "Skunk weed" they called it. We thought that meant great pot, but learned how vile and horrible it tasted.

The damn motorcycle just decided to quit. Maybe it was the huge clouds of dirt around it as I was speeding down the dirt road....maybe it was the heat or just tired. I had gotten out of the Army and decided to bike all the way across the country to back home in California. The North Carolina base had been my home for my final year of the Army. And it was there I bought the bike so I could speed off the base as quickly

July When you look at July, you naturally see the major holiday as Independence Day. However, when the Fourth passed with no feminine holiday experiences for Jennifer, I was a bit perplexed. Granted it was a midweek holiday, and we did the traditional things like have a cookout for some of Valeries co-workers at the salon, attend the local parade and watch the fireworks, but there were no feminine fireworks for Jennifer.

Carl wondered what his cousin was dreaming about and if his fingers had initiated some erotic dream that made his cock start hardening. "Go head, Ive been waiting for years for you to suck it" Mickies sleepy voice startled Carl. He could curse and say something that defended himself or he could act like he was playing a joke on his cousin. Carls mind raced as he also considered kneeling and suckign his cousin until his throat filled with the boys sperm. Carl considered laying on the bed to see if Mickie would with him as Shawn had loved to do. "Go ahead, do me tonight, tomorrow morning Ill take care of you" Mickie said his hand reaching for Carls cotton

There was lots of laughter as they played. Jon struggled to walk from the bathroom back to the living room with Karl wrapped around his leg. Karl had just finished bathing and the fun began as his Uncle Jon was toweling him dry...then tickling him. The boy was rolling on the floor and barely could pull on his pajamas as the man continued to torture him. He grabbed the mans leg and held on like a jungle animal holding a tree trunk..his arms locked around the mans thick thigh. And as the man walked Karl squeezed to stay on.

Okay, okay, dont have a bird. I dont understand because youre the one whos backed out, youre the one leaving--, speaking of which, what are you still doing here?" Chris studied Keisha. She gazed back, shrugged and edged around him and opened the door. He turned and faced her. Keisha pointed out the door. "Good by, sorry you couldnt walk the walk. The man I need is secure in his masculinity. Which I thought you were, but, like most guys, you were only talking the talk." "Whats your game, damnt!" "No game.

Terri; whose male name at work was Terry. She was taking her pre dawn walk along the beach. Dressing in a womans blue one piece suit with a pair of shorts over the bottom half, she was using a metal detector to see what she could find. She had cut her hair so short for work she wore a feminine wig whenever she wasnt on the job. "What is this?" Terri thought to herself as the detector made a series of clicking sounds. She quickly got onto her knees and started digging. She soon found a mysterious box.

There were so many empty beer bottles around, you could inhale the alcohol in the air and get even drunker. That would be true, except the air had a distinct aroma of pot..so when you inhaled, you were either stoned, drunk or confused. I was a little of all three. It was one or two in the morning when the rock music was blaring and the gang had begun to go wild. That wasnt unusual for a party either, except it was all guys there. A few women had been there earlier, but they were gone.

He knelt in the middle of the group. It was a new neighborhood and he wanted to fit in but he wasnt sure he was ready for what this group wanted. Shirtless from the afternoon sun and sweaty after the long softball game, he still panted. "Ok kid, heres the deal. You have a choice, you either suck him off or give him a hand job..either way we want to see him shoot all over you.