He sat on his bunk alone. Hearing the singing going on across the camp, Max believed he was alone. During the night he had heard the breathing and rustling around him in the bunkhouse. He knew many of his cabin mates were jacking off. He felt his own cock hard but dared not make any sounds. He fantasized moving from his bed to another to share the sexual frustration he had with Cal or Milt or even Abraham.

I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her. "Shit! No, Ill go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said she was exhausted. I stood up and went down. "Thats okay," I told her. "Im out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually hang it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we

The year has brought about many technological advantages. The company known as Body Gallery took full advantage of it when they came out with their special line of body suits. Richard was a skinny little geek with horn rim glasses. He only needed the glasses to read, but preferred to wear them rather than carry them and worry about them breaking. As he walked toward the bus for the school field trip, a couple of jocks

Nervously I played with my french fries...my stomach was too jittery to actually eat. I sipped the Coke to ease my dry mouth. I had to force myself to look around for any approaching person. I still wasnt sure if I might not bolt and run at the first sign of someone headed my way. Several had already ventured near but went on to other tables. I glanced at my watch...:...I was almost relieved no one had shown. I was about to rise when I saw him, Gary with big smile and a food tray, headed in my direction. I froze in disbelief and anticipation...I blushed...

There he is again I thought to myself. He looks at me everytime he walks past, maybe its just me. Hes so cute. I hope he likes me.I bet he just wants to kick my ass. He has beautiful brown eyes,brown hair, hes tall for his age like me I bet. Everybody likes him, maybe they are scared of him. I heard he was crazy. I overheard some kids sayin he killed a kid. Thats heavy.

The Queen, Elizabeth was her name, spent a sleepless night going over her plans for EricDawn. Elizabeth had an exterior motive to keeping Dawn a maiden. Her only son, the heir to the throne preferred pretty young boys, so there were no hopes of his marrying a woman. She planned to get Dawn comfortable around men, then arrange a meeting between her son, Christian and Dawn. She wanted Christian to marry Dawn, who would be a man, but would look like a lady. This way she could keep the gossip down. She would figure out what to do about children at a later date.

"Hi,...Im almost finished loading the trailer...we should be over in about an hour...are you as excited as I am?" Curtis bubbled into the phone. "Yeah, come on man, Ive been ready forever," I answered. Susan and Shelia, the twins were going to a religious college out of state while Curtis and I had opted for a State University about two hours away. Even though I liked Susan, secretly I could hardly wait to be out on my own and hopefully make some gay friends. Curtis was acting strange about the whole affair.

The alarm clock went off at a.m. With a sleepy movement beneath the covers, an arm stretched out and turned off the buzzing sound. As Steve sat up, he saw his mother Dora standing in the doorway with a big smile on her face. She was dressed in a white cotton blouse, blue floral print silk skirt that stretched to her ankles and inch heels. "Ready?" She asked. "Your dad will be surprise when he comes home from Europe, I think.

At around ten p.m, we took a break to have a little snack and to let our balls fill up with more tasty cum. I had had four glorious orgasms already and had assisted in three others. This was the best day of my life by a long shot. Bob, as host, always prepared a light nosh for the poker boys, as they called themselves. From the waist down, we were dressed as girls. And we sucked cock better than any girl born.

She had to be crazy coming here. Julie stood on the porch of her ex-lovers impressive colonial-style home. She caught sight of her reflection in the shiny gold mailbox. She shouldnt be here, but when Brians wife asked her to comewell, somehow she couldnt refuse. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was the need to set things straight. Maybe it was just curiosity over the wife Brian had cheated on and a chance of seeing her old lover one last time Julie knew she should leave. She should just turn around and walk away.