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Back in my room, i turned on my pc, and began sorting through all my
“things to do” notices that had been accumulating for a week. Finding
quite a few homeworks needing doing, i groaned and set to work. Only
several hours later did i come across a note reminding me about the
birthday party my friend Don was going to have for me. The note wasn’t
from Don of course, he didn’t use computers much, it was from Sean,
from all the way over in Arizona, reminding me he would be meeting me
at the airport the day before my birthday.

That little tid-bit had my imagination rolling. Sean and i had never
met, Talked quite a bit yes, but never met. He had seen pictures of me
that i had sent him, including more than one nude, but had never
gotten around to getting me one. I never got a feeling of duplicity
from him, and accepted his explanation of “how do i explain to my
friends that i want them to take this picture, and NOT explain where
i’m sending it or why i’m taking it?” Being closeted sure complicated
life, or so i seemed to me! Summoning my Will, i plowed through the
work, finishing about eight am, and fell asleep for several more
hours.

Corey was a hustler. He was a rare one. He was self-admitted
and happy in his work. It was hard to guess his occupation from
his genial facial expression. He stood out from all the other
solemn-faced hustlers like a bright new penny in a jar of old
ones.

Corey probably could have been in the movies if he had the
drive or the inclination. For he certainly had the looks and the
body. He certainly was happy the way things were.
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I ripped off those tight Speedo’s to reveal his manhood. He was
so muscular. He was now lying on his washboard stomach, his biceps
flexing as he groped about. Without a word, a positioned by hard
cock at the base of his asshole and began to push in. Peter screamed
“No! Don’t do this to me! I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
That was the last thing on my mind. Anyway, Peter said “is this
gonna hurt?”. I said “This will hurt more than anything you’ve
ever felt” wanting even more to begin pumping his tight ass. I
moved in for the kill. I begin pushing in. As I did he screamed bloody murder into the floor. I pushed all the way in. He screamed
like I’ve never heard. I was finally in him. I began riding that
tight ass like a cowboy groaning in pleasure as I caused this hard
stud so much pain. I pumped harder and faster and harder until
his virgin asshole started bleeding. I then quickly pulled out
and stuck my cock in his mouth. Not knowing what to do he began
sucking it unwillingly, tasting his own shit in his mouth. He sucked
and sucked and I kept deep throating him until I came so hard in
his mouth that he began gagging. I then got dressed and ran so
far. He never really made contact with me again that year. I wonder
why?

I was getting in touch with the fact i wasn’t goin to marry the girl
i took to the school prom and while i was dancing with her i was
checking out all the guys who at one time to me were dorks and now
they were in tuxes and looked very hot to me…especially this tall
guy whhad the locker next to mine in gym….i was dancing with my
date and looking at him, looking at me, and remembered all the times
we hit the lockers together, but never the showers…and wondered
why….we danced past and around each other, couples jumping senslessly
everyone seeming to be dancing alone. When i looked up and around
again….Bill (the guy with the locker) and I looked like we were
dancing together…
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Sean, Tom and I hung pretty tight and the others drifted off.
We danced and danced and danced and danced and danced — all the while
the bartenders kept sending us drinks (as they were thrilled to have
Tom in the bar too). The bar was packed. After about 23 1/2 6-7 minute
12″ singles and about 6 drinks each, the 3 of us decided to take a break.

Tom was leaning against the front bar and I was standing in
front of him. He asked me to help remove his soaked tight t-shirt.
I didn’t want to ’cause I knew it would expose more of his beautiful
hard body and I’d start getting hard. But who am I to argue? We got
his shirt off and I stood directly in front of him. He put his huge
hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Tom then started
messaging my shoulders and arms and worked his way down to my butt.
The music was throbbing (and so was my cock). One of the interested
bar tenders sent us 2 more drinks (Sean was off talking to a friend).
Tom pressed my back against his hard stomach and SHOUTED in my ear,
“I wanna eat and fuck your hole”. He then thrusted his hard cock
(still inside his white 501s) into my back. I could feel the size
of it going up my spine.

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