Mom greeted her two sleepy daughters on Christmas morning with a nice breakfast. By the time we were finished eating, there was a little more life in us. We gathered around the tree and had Mom open her presents first. Sharon gave her a lovely full-skirted, knee length, dress in red satin and a bottle of her favorite perfume. Mom thanked us both for our presents, saying she really liked both gifts.

Well soccer season was officially over but coaches brother also coached a team and we were all going to play a game in his town which was hours from ours. Both coaches and a couple of parents were going to take us to play and come back the same day. It was raining the whole night before so I was afraid we werent going to go but we did. When we got there it was not raining but it was very misty. And the soccer field was totally muddy. I mean major muddy. We played anyway.

That morning had started off well for Will. Debbie was in his new office at the appointed : and she kissed him with hunger and passion. Too bad, she had a patient in her office at . Between kisses, they were saying, "Missed you" and "Wonderful to see you." They arranged to meet for dinner at Debbies at seven. Will spent the day getting things in his office the way he liked them.

He carefully went down the steep rocks. Families, groups of girls and other groups of guys were ahead of him and behind him. So he couldnt turn back or go any faster. Two guys with military hair cuts and obvious tank top tan lines were among them. So he knew this was the place. There were no signs, only the directions he had gotten from the internet. "Every month Im going to do something Ive never done before" he had proclaimed to

Kris had unpacked his things in is old bedroom. It seemed like only yesterday he lay on his bed masturbating like a machine gun. But actually it had been four years since he lived here. Uncle Jon had raised him since he was twelve. And when he turned , he went to a Prep school and then college back east. There had been visits of course, and his Uncle Jon would visit him. But it wasnt the same as living there.

The three men dozed on the couch for a little while, tired from the fear and from their vented lust. Gregg woke first, and immediately realized that Austins cock was hard between his legs. He had to have it. And yet he did not want to wake his owner. So he gently shook Eric awake and explained. Eric knelt and guided Austins thick pole to Greggs hole. It wasnt that easy, since Gregg could not move. But he managed it, and watched in fascination as the fat head vanished into

Dennis called me the next day just to chat and I mentioned the evening Id spent with Art and how the gay discussion had progressed. "Hmm," Dennis said, "So you told him about you but he told you nothing about himself. Sounds like theres something more going on here to me." "Oh, Dennis," I countered, "You see a mystery in everyone you meet. I just think the guys curious about being gay. I know I gave him a new viewpoint to look at it from, anyway." We made plans to go to a movie that evening and the three of us had a nice time. We stopped for a drink at our local gay watering hole after the movie.

Neighbors on a Friday Night dealt with switching marriage partners which occasioned a certain amount of joking between Ray and Lee until two young men in the movie took center stage and engaged in a very hot cocksucking session. "What the hell?" asked Ray, leaning forward, "I didnt know they had guys doing it together in these things. Did you?" "Nope," said Lee, "but these are the first tapes like these Ive seen. The last time I saw any dirty movies was in the service and they were just a couple of old broads and a guy.

When I opened the door at about ten minutes to four the next afternoon, I was immediately reminded of how different Mario and Paco were from one another. Mario was taller and thinner while Paco was shorter and more sturdily built, though both were very trim. I motioned them to come in and then remembered that they spoke little English while I spoke even less Spanish. Language was not needed once they were inside and seated on the sofa. I gave them each a beer, then brazenly settled down on the floor in front of them.

Then they reached the trivial, man-made intrusion in paradise that was Cronjes Camp. The unfenced Camp consisted of three traditional round huts, earth-floored and thatched, known as Rondavals. A thatched, open-sided kitchen held a large cast-iron range-stove that must have been transported by ox-wagon. As they emerged from the Land Rover, a medium-sized grey bird landed clumsily on the top of the tree above.