Andrew, the coach had asked for a permit to go on a trip for a hole month. I was really going to miss him because he was a good coach, I never had problems with him and he helped me to train my body and maintain my muscular figure. But, I couldn't refuse to let him go, anyway, it would only be for a month. He would soap his muscular body while we talked about women. That felt like heaven to me.
friendship
Mr Blake's Adventures
Neal And Jon
Neal and Jon had last met when they had fooled around in the school showers but now they meant business. Neal was leaning over Jon with his arm propping himself up on the bed, he suddenly jerked when the doorbell rang. Neal went to answer the door and checked that nothing was out of place in the mirror as he passed though the hall. Jon wandered over to the TV and flicked it on.
friendship
Having A Fag
I knew a couple of gay guys that I worked with they seemed very happy together and I fancied going for a drink with them but I did'nt know how they would react as they thought I was straight. I decided to bite the bullet and when we were out having a fag I asked them if they fancied going out for a drink tonight. You want to come back to our place for a coffee they asked me.
friendship
Indecent Exposure
They were sitting in uncomfortable wooden chairs. They dared not speak to each other. Silently one blamed the other. "Mount Vernon Junior High School," the secretary mumbled as she answered her telephone, "Dean Parrish is with a parent right now. Can I take a message?" She scribbled at her pad and quickly glared at the two boys. "Thank you. I will have Mr. Parrish call you back ASAP."
masturbation
Mouth To Remember
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
relationship
Nonsexual Memory
We were ice skating on the lake, and we didn't see the thin ice warning sign because the wind had blown it over. We were skating separately at the time, whizzing around each other doing tricks and the such - we were both pretty good at it too. Little did I know that we would find each other later on in life. This story contains no sex, but is a great beginnings story.
farm
The One Year Anniversary
We couldn't believe it had been a year since that first magical day we met. That day( the day we met ), it was springtime at my university and my best friend and I were on our lunch break when I saw Justin sitting all by himself carefully reading and studying while munching on a meatball grinder.
college
My Kalamazoo Boi
Finally he thought to himself, its Friday. This was the day when he would travel with his best friend Tracey to Michigan. There it was, exit 80, Kalamazoo. Jack turned on his signal and made a right. Looping around the curve and pulling up to the stop sign. They could see the Best Western sign high above the buildings. Almost there, no backing out now. They both were excited to be here.
beginnings
Meat Lovers Unite
Steak, sausage, salami, pepperoni, chicken veal, rib-eye,lamb and pork. I'd gone into my local supermarket to buy food. I was hungry but looking for something new; I'd had my fill of hamburger and hot dogs recently. I've nothing against vegetables, y'understand. I like root vegetables. I've had carrots, cucumbers and even the odd rutabaga. No radishes! Fruit, well, I can take it or leave it.
encounters
Meeting Mark Wheeler
The people that knew about the secret garden generally were the sort that preferred to bask in the nude, in the sun with sounds of the forest rather than in crowds with the sounds of the public beaches. Nobody blew whistles or told you to leave that floating device on shore. No ropes to stay within, no children screaming just for the hearing of it. He asked about the quality of the water.
beginnings
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