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I was upstairs in my study, working on a new web design for a customer, window wide open and the sun was filtering through the trees into the room. I live in a neat, two story townhouse, well, actually a duplex in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The woman next door, Ginny, is about 40 years old and lives alone, except for a son away in college.
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It had always been a struggle, but with no help from home and getting laid off from my part time job, I had pretty well figured out that this was my last semester, unless I could come up with the $500 before they tossed me out. I was sitting in the coffee shop, feeling sorry for myself when the fellow sitting at the next table, a neat guy about my own age, asked me why I was so blue.
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Later, with lights out, I was awakened by a soft swaying of the bunk bed and muffled sounds from above me... The sounds were grew more frantic and then a grunting and a shudder and then silence. Ted had just fucked his fist right over my head, spilling out that sweet man juice in a towel or his shorts. I could smell his man juices and my own cock grew hard as I imagined what I had just missed. I smiled, however, knowing I was going to drink from that same faucet of joy before long. I reached down and stripped the precum from my cock and sucked on my juicy fingers....
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Brad pulled away and we got into the 69 position, with me on my back. His pole was going deeper into my mouth, and I was beginning to be able to swallow him. Brad was now rubbing his stubble against my hard-on and it felt so good. He then spread my hole and started to eat my ass. This new sensation felt amazing, my cock was springing up and down. No girl had ever done this to me or was ever willing to. He rubbed his chin stubble on my puckering hole and this got me going. Then he unexpectedly stuck a finger in my ass. I jumped at this and protested.
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I am just your average Texas teenager, eighteen, 5'11", dark blonde hair, clear green eyes and a swimmers build. Nothing really special. My mother is Cuban, hence the name, but my father is a native Texan, as white as snow. It's always fun when I tell people about my heritage because they just can't understand how I can be part Cuban and still be so pale.
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Anyway, Matt and I get ready for the party. I have to admit if Matt wasn't my best friend I'd be ALL over him. He found out that I was "alternative" at the end of our senior year in high school when he borrowed my computer one night and accidently found a lot of pics. He took it okay. Said he suspected such since I hadn't dated ANY girls in high school. But he still wanted to be my roommate in college and promised silence. Now he acts like nothing's changed! He still walks around our dorm room getting dressed in front of me 'cause he knows we're best friends and I would NEVER try anything on him. Well, we did get really drunk at a party, and he let me touch it once. But that was just the alcohol thinking for him. I was impressed, but he must not remember it. So I dropped it.
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"Now your belt", he rasped, dropping my t-shirt on the leaves behind him. As I slowly unbuckled my belt, I took a good look at my would-be teenage rapist. He was young, and very nervous. He was only about 5'5", nine inches shy of my 6'2", and had just enough baby fat left to give his body that adorable plump smoothness of a healthy adolescent.
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December in the southern Chicago suburbs could get on your nerves: You go out in the morning wearing your heaviest coat and gloves, scrape the quarter inch of ice from your windshield, and numbly fumble with the cold plastics of your car. If you're lucky, by the time you're halfway to work, you can take off your gloves and hold the steering wheel with bare fingers an no fear of frostbite. By one that afternoon, you can go outside in a shirt and sweater and baste yourself in the crispest, most welcome sun. On the ride home, you may be fighting the frost again, hoping that the months-old rock chip in the windshield doesn't spread from the contradictory temperatures.
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We decided to rent some movies and do a little drinking, nothing out of the ordinary. But before the night was over, plans had changed. But let us start from the beginning. I am a 22 year old bisexual man. I have known, however, for only one year, three weeks, and and two days. That was not only the night that I discovered my sexuality, but...
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I took my cock in hand and began to stroke..thinking of the hot hairy dude in the next stall. I kept leaning down seeing what he was doing. His legs were shaking and you could hear the up and down strokes of his meat. I was hoping he would lean down. Usually when guys are strokin in the john, they aren't doing it to cum by themselves. I kept wishing I could see his face. Those hairy legs made me think of that hot student.
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