The teachers did a lot of socializing among each other. I was single, but they quickly found out that I played bridge, and I was sort of "adopted" by a married couple. He was the town doctor, she taught part time, and our fourth was the guidance counselor, Betty. Fortunately, Betty was in her 40s so it wasn't them trying to match me up. I also started receiving invitations from parents, which surprised me. The first time I was invited out to the Indian reservation, by the parents of one of the girls in the class, I found it to be a whole different world.
Red Bear And The Indians
Reflections Of A Past Affair
The particular event that crossed my mind was day that I finally got my hands on Dave's cock. It was on a Saturday afternoon that we had been playing in a pickup game of soccer. A group of guys got together at the local playing field on the weekends to thrash about. Then go out to drink beer and eat pizza afterwards. This weekend started like the others but had a decidedly different ending.
Religious Experience With Father Tony
As Dax was caught up in his lustful thoughts, Father Tony walked in. Only 28, Father Tony was young for his profession, the priest at an all-boys catholic high-school, and while to some this might have been a disadvantage or a criticism, Father Tony found his age allowed him to minister to the boys at St. Mary's in a way his older contemporaries could not.
Remembering the Country and Preppy All-American Boy Next Door
Not the type that's absolutely perfect but close, so close that the imperfections make it all the better, That was Paul in my eyes. 5'9" and about 165 lbs of pure red-blooded American boy next door with straight blond hair, blue eyes and, near perfect unblemished pale skin that wasn't quite translucent enough to show off the blue of the veins that ran beneath it.
Requesting a Raise From the Boss
I noticed that my boss, Mr. Jacobsen, was also working late. I was planning to talk to him about a raise. Since we were both working late, I decided there was no better time than the present. His door was open, so I poked my head inside and asked if I could have a minute of his time. He told me to come right in.
Rich Man's Son
My first real chance at independence came when I was sent away to the "correct" preparatory school (Groton, of course). It turned out that my roommate (Charles Lowell Carlyle) was also an only child from an old Connecticut family that had close ties to the Lowell family in Massachusetts. Both of our families were delighted when they found out with whom their son was rooming and were doubly pleased when we let it be known that we actually liked each other! Charlie was a much under his parents' thumbs as I was, but he, too, had an independent streak bursting to express itself and we both kind of re-enforced each other's feeble attempts to live our own lives.
Rock and Roll is my Thing
I'm 24... Alright, alright. I'm twenty fucking seven. So what? I'm kinda worried about being twenty seven because they always told me that rock 'n roll is a young man's music. Fuck that! As long as the music's not too loud, I'm not too old! But the music is in me, man. Rock 'n roll is my life. I belong to a band. The name of the band is not important. Just like my real name, that's all you need to know.
Rookie Cop and His Partner
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
Roommate Massages Me and Fucks My Face
My back was in pain and the hard floor felt good. A massage is what I needed. My roommate had declined to answer my request, as he most likely felt the sensual nature of a massage would make things uncomfortable. I admit, he is very handsome. He measured in at 6'1", athletic body, sexy dark hair, and perfect masculine hands for a deep massage. He is 28.
Rough Beginning
My roommate Tom and I were sitting around having a couple drinks. Trying to decide what to do with ourselves that night. After some discussion we finally decided to go downtown to the local bar and play some pool and see what was happening. Tom then decided to take a shower. When Tom came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his middle I couldn't help but admire his body.
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