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It was a Friday afternoon when he noticed his arm started to hurt and ozz blood. So we went to the doctor. His arm had an infection. Now, the doctor ordered him to wear a certain bandage for a whole week with an antibiotic. It was not be removed at all nor was he to move his arm. The doctor asked if someone could be home to help Nick out, at first I said yes instantly. Then the doctor told me I would have to help him with everything, then I was a little nervous, but since Nick and I were brothers, I agreed and took half days at work for the week.
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He used his free hand to hold my hair out of his way, a living handle to direct my head forward while his teeth came down on my neck. My head swam with the pressure that was forming on my sensitive neck. My shut eyes were dancing with colors reds and blues and swirls, and my body felt those swirls. They were consuming me and carrying me away. My neck hurt, but my mind fought it, riding it claiming it. I couldn't help it I started to struggle. He stopped the bite. The flow of pressure crashed aroundme, settling in my bound hands.
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I met him in a local Internet chat room. Despite the risks associated with meeting this way, we hit it off. It's funny, because Ted isn't someone I would have picked out in a crowd as a guy with whom I'd have a continuing, and warm friendship. I'm single and in my early thirties, so I really don't have many friends his age. Ted is fifty-nine years old.
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Of course, I saw lots of faces that I recognized, and recognized me. They were still total strangers, just like him. I guessed he was about 6'2, 210-220lbs, with shaggy brown hair, a thick goatee and glasses framing baby-blue eyes. And he was built like a brick outhouse. Not bad for a guy in his late 30's.
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I am in the construction business, so I have contact with mostly men in my daily job activities. I know I'm bisexual but I am happily married with two kids. I exercise every day, so I have a well toned fairly muscular body. Not much body hair but being six feet tall makes it look better.
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I felt I could tell Jack anything. Well almost anything. When you're in the 7th grade it's kind of hard telling your best friend that you're gay and have a crush on him. After we graduated high school it seemed everyone moved away and went their own separate ways. I didn't hear from Jack for another ten years.
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Got my first teaching job in Singapore. Although I was qualified to teach high school, I chose elementary to avoid contact with horny young men who would turn me on until I did something stupid and land myself in a load of trouble. Those guys are truly jail bait for a young gay teacher like me.
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Scott got up and went into the bathroom. I heard him start the shower and pull the curtain. I crawled out of the waterbed and stood in front of the mirror. Not, bad I thought, but a shower would be nice. My buzzed brown hair was a litle flattened. Nothing that a little gel wouldn't fix. As I always do, I tightened the stomach muscles, flexed the arms and pecs, and tightened up the buns. My 5'10" frame still looks pretty good for the ripe old age of 31. Years of running and weight lifting have kept everything in good shape. I grabbed a pair of boxers, pulled them on, and with my dick hanging down one side, walked into the kitchen.
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One particular customer whom I had seen there often was a dark curly-haired man about 30-40 Kind of femm, but not flamboyant. He would often come in late in the day and browse around quietly. Occasionally we would engage in some small talk about some of the merchandise or some mundane conversation. He would look me over once in a while when we were talking. Sometimes it seemed like he was the one flirting with me. I felt a strange feeling when he would do that. Not a bad feeling, but one that excited me. It was like we were destine to know one another some how.
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The afternoon was no more pleasant than the morning. Mr. Gregson, the president of the bank, was determined to throw up every obstacle he could. To him it made no difference that our client owned 77% of the bank's stock. He referred the First National Bank of Hurst as "my bank," and in 42 years of moving up the ranks from teller to bookkeeper to every other job in the place, he'd come to believe that the bank really was his. It made him no difference that the bank hadn't paid a dividend on its stock in eight years. The way he saw it, the bank was his own personal realm, and he was the Lord and Master of that domain.
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