"Hey, YOU held me down, asshole." Im still grinning and trying to get a read on your reaction to all this. So far, so good, I decide. "I didnt know you needed to go THAT bad." All this is going on while youre still sitting on top of me holding my arms against the linoleum floor. I feel my hard-on pressing against your ass, and as you lean down over me, I can also feel the distinct hardness of your

Authors note: This is a continuation of a story titled "UPS", which was written by another author and has been on the Net a number of years now. As in a television cliff-hanger, the author of "UPS" left us wondering if ... . So, heres the last few lines of that earlier story: "Look at the mess you made!", he scolded me. He lifted his waistband and looked. "Jesus. And just how am I going to explain this to my wife?" As he spoke, he scooped up some of the spunk pooling in his pubic hair

Ive been remembering that first time we met. You know, when my consulting firm sent me along with a team of engineers to work that jet engine problem you discovered. To keep costs down and to show us Yanks your warm Brit hospitality we all got assigned to a host family for our stay. And I got you. Those first few days I was all eyes, never having been to another country before.

As we pass the bathroom, you ask whether we shouldnt take a shower first. "You know ... the piss and all," you remark. Great idea, I think and without a word I make an abrupt turn and pull you into the bathroom. I notice that youre already hard again as you lean into the shower stall and start the water. As you climb under the spray of water, I slip into the stall behind you. You give a little jump when you feel me behind you. I realize that you werent expecting company.

Well, Terry, I was still going crazy inside over that night when I watched you masturbating in front of your computer. And frustrated at nothing happening since. So there we were, doing our breakfast dishes, you washing ... me drying. I was hungrily checking out your tight jeans. Well, I sort of lost it for a moment. I stepped back and snapped your ass with the wet towel. Probably the best snap Ive ever done ... at least it was the loudest! Even through the denim it had to have stung.

Ive been jerking off for as long as I can remember. For years I always did it through my briefs. Just like my older brothers. We shared the same bedroom, so I learned about jerking off early. But I did it more than they did. Did it so much that I tore holes in my underpants where my fingernail rubbed. My brothers noticed and joked about how horny I was. That made me think I was the only guy who jerked off so much, which kind of bothered me.

Billy and I sat silently at his desk. Billy seemed lost in thought. So was I. Conflicting feelings raged inside me. Jealousy that Arnie, instead of me, was shoving his cock into Gwyn. I hated him suddenly because he was in my way to her bed. Then there was my confusion over Billy. I had just sucked his cock. And enjoyed it. Shit, I really enjoyed it. Id do it again in a moment. If that wasnt enough, he thinks hes in love with me.

Heres a little fantasy I wrote about me and Jorge, this hunky, skateboarding Latino kid who lives next door. I was looking down into his backyard a few months ago and watched him and his older brother playing one-on-one basketball. Jorge was shirtless, beltless pants hanging low on his hips, showing a lot of his white briefs. When the two of them stopped playing, his brother collapsed into a chair and Jorge started rubbing his neck and shoulders. When they went back into the house, I headed for my computer. This and a pair of cum-soaked briefs are what followed: You know I have a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There was no way to hide my shock at seeing Arnie. Shock however quickly gave way to fearful embarrassment as I figured he knew Id spent the night with Billy. But then anger rushed through me. This was the man whod hurt Billy. Arnie just kept his eyes focused calmly, intently on my face. I wasnt easily intimidated, but he intimidated me big time. In this quiet face-off, he made it clear he had the upper hand.

A couple of weekends ago, I joined three guys from work for a trip to Reno. We traveled in style in this monster GMC Suburban. Doubled up in two rooms at the Nugget in Sparks. Now, youve got to understand that this was a super-straight weekend for me ... although rooming with Phil did make it difficult for this bi-guy to keep his libido focused on pussy. Anyway, I have now been inside a Nevada cat-house. This was not a spur of the moment thing.