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My school was small and if you were one of the rich kids you went one way and the rest of us went the other way. About me, I was not one of the rich kids but I was one of the straight A kids and that put me into some of the advanced classes with the rich kids. I did better than most and one of the girl kids who was in my advanced Latin class was not going to pass and she asked me to tutor her. It was then that I actually went into the house of the one of the rich kids. Her father was the dentist in town and she had sisters, no brothers, and each sister had her own room, and she and one sister shared a bathroom, and they had a media room and a living room and a dining room and a breakfast room and a garage for four cars and paintings on the wall a swimming pool and tennis courts and her mother didn't work and her sisters and she were in all sorts of clubs and after school activities and she had perfect hair and nails and clothes. To a girl who lived in the Sunny Side Apartments with a single mother that worked as the manager for the Sunny Side Cleaners and used food stamps and had never been to college it was too much for me.

I won't say I was jealous, I was upset, how could she have so much and how come we didn't have anything. How could she have a car of her own and how come we had to use public transportation, I didn't know how to drive and I was a senior in High School. How could she talk about going to Italy and I never went down to D.C. How could she be so pretty and I wasn't. But I got straight As and I was there to tutor her in Latin even if I didn't get paid. I couldn't sit beside her, I got nervous, I kept staring at her, I lost my train of thought, I said things to her. She stopped me and asked me if I was hitting on her. She stops and looks at me and accuses me of liking pussy. By the end of the next day it is all over the school that I hit on her and that I liked pussy. I got a note stuffed into my backpack that said "Lick my Pussy Bitch".

I didn't go back to her house, I graduated and went onto State with a scholarship and I didn't see them again. All I had left from my High School days was the stupid note, "Lick my Pussy Bitch". In my senior year of college I ran into her at the mall. She was just as pretty, a little bigger, she was going to Mount Holyoke in Massachusetts. She walked past me and then turned and came back and apologized for having been such an ass when we were in High School. I told her she was an ass, but then again she had always been an ass like all her friends and her sisters who were as big an ass as she was. The conversation stopped and we both went our ways.

I was leaving the mall and she met me at the door and said she wanted to talk and not to push her away. So we went to the food court and talked. Anger and more anger but sitting with her I was overwhelmed and she talked and I listened and it was like that afternoon at her house. I wasn't listening, she had my hand in hers and she said in short statements "I am making a pass at you, will you go out with me". At Mount Holyoke there were lots of girls who were dating but not at State and I didn't know what to say. But we went out that night, we went to eat and then we went for a walk along the river.

That night I found out that she had been put up to it by her friends and she had left the note, I found out that she wanted me to lick her pussy, she told me that she had a girlfriend at Mount Holyoke and all but she wanted to make sure that I wasn't the one because she had never stopped thinking about me. That night I liked her pussy. She has a pretty pussy, everything about her is pretty, even her pussy is pretty and she has pretty tits too. To the many guys that had crushes on her she is a total waste, she likes pussy. I had a couple of girlfriends since I got to college but nothing serious, but licking her pussy was different. I gave her my pussy to lick and then we agreed to stay in touch and see each other when we were home for the Holidays.

Over the Holidays we licked pussy, it seems that is all we did. I went to her house again and this time I wasn't so overwhelmed, I took her to my house to meet my mother and she was overwhelmed, she had never been in a two bedroom apartment at Sunny Side. But at her house she had her own room and we went into her room and licked pussy. We got around to sucking tits, and kissing and fingering and all but we spent most of the Holidays licking pussy. Before she went back to school she put her panties in my purse and tole me to save them for her and invited me up to Mount Holyoke for a weekend to see where she was at school. She also told me that she had broken up with her girlfriend.

Rich girls are much prettier than poor girls, and rich girls smell better. Just saying because the girl I dated was poor like me and I would never have laid on the bed at her feet licking her pussy. Finger her yes, suck her tits yes, but spend an afternoon licking pussy no.

  • My introduction into the dark world was gay novels when I was in my teens. Our neighbor was a doctor and he had a son that was several years older than me and he loaned me these gay novels. They were short stories in a sense, you could read them in an hour, they were descriptive novels, paying lots of attention to describing hot cocks and the boys that liked them. Most all those novels were about lost boys and the men that loved them. I read them at night, after I went to bed and I masturbated to them reliving the passages as I masturbated. That was the time I started to make my bed every morning because my sheets were always wet from masturbating the night before.

    One afternoon I was over at my neighbor's house and he told me that he had wanted to read this novel to me and we sat in his room and he read it out loud. He would stop and slowly read the passages of the boy when he first felt the hot cock in his mouth, or he lay on his stomach and felt the heat of the hot cock on his legs before he got fucked. From then on instead of reading the novels myself my neighbor read then to me. My cock was always hard and usually came in my pants. My neighbor would sometimes take his cock out of his pants and stroke it as he read the stories to me and it wasn't long before I was sucking his hot cock and feeling his hot cock against my leg.

    The novel that he used to give me my first fucking was about the boy who worked on a barge in the Amazon and the captain had him sit beside him for dinner and he would masturbate him at the table while the rest of the crew ate and then take him to his cabin where he would get his cock sucked and then lay the cabin boy on his stomach to fuck him. That is how I got fucked that afternoon and I was the cabin boy on that barge in the Amazon. It is indelibly imprinted on my mind.

    I found myself in the military and stationed in Korea. I masturbated in my bunk every night reliving those novels, I had my favorite passages memorized and I had a rag to ejaculate into and only after masturbating did I go to sleep. During my time in Korea I was assigned to the mess hall and it was there that I met an older career sergeant from Puerto Rico that liked young men and I was his go to boy and I sucked and fucked my way through my days in Korea with him. He was uncut and that was novel to me, getting his cock hard and watching it grow out of his foreskin. He was a hard fucker and liked to get his business done quickly and he came quickly so I never left without his load.

    Back home after my service I went to college in my hometown and my neighbor who was working for the city by then introduced me around to the men in town who liked to get together with the young men. He and I would take those old novels that he kept and would sit around naked and read then aloud while I stroked and sucked his cock. I loved his cock, and I loved having him fuck me. For all intents and purposes I was strictly his boy while I went to college. Sometimes we went to these parties, really they were gang bang sex parties with this group of men in town. I met several of the other gay men in town that way as we grew older we had our own little clique to get jobs and loans and in many other ways to open the doors for us. But through it all my neighbor and I were confirmed and we pretty much didn't get around other than at the sex parties.

    I have kept several of those novels and after all these years reading them gets me hard and in the mood to masturbate and relive those days of the dark world of gay sex. I still enjoy masturbating and what better way to get in the mood than to read one of those novels.

    Hi. My name is Sarah Jane. I'm 18 years old and I love holding my poo until I'm so desperate I can't hold it any longer.

    I went out for a walk in the park today and the last time I had a poo was five days ago so I was desperate to go. I also had to pee really badly after drinking four mugs of coffee as well as a full litre of orange juice before I left the house. By the time I walked to the park I was bursting to go at both ends and I really had to clench tightly as I walked over to the toilets on the other side of the park. My bladder felt rock hard and I leaked a little urine in my knickers as I approached the toilets. I felt it dribble down my legs as a cramp in my stomach nearly caused me to poo myself and I clenched again as I reached the toilets. I pushed the door but it wouldn't open so I pulled it but it was locked and I was about to go to the toilet in my knickers. Then I saw the sign on the door saying CLOSED FOR REPAIRS and I knew the fight was over. I felt some pee dribbling down my legs and and I was powerless to stop the flow and I just stood there and peed through my knickers and all down my legs. A big puddle formed around my feet as I emptied a full bladder onto the concrete floor and it was a relief but I still had to poo really badly. Now I'd wet myself I was tempted to poo myself as well but I knew it would be messy after holding it for five days. Then I felt another cramp in my stomach and I clenched tightly but my increasingly urgent need to relieve my bowels was too much for me to handle and I relaxed as I moved my feet apart. It was a big solid poo and I had to push to get it to come out but once it started it got easier and over the next five minutes I totally filled my knickers with a huge load. It was such a relief it was almost like I was having an orgasm and by the time I finished my knickers were sagging heavily in my comfort fit jeans. I stank of poo and my jeans were soaking wet so there was no hiding my accident but it was worth it for the shear relief of it.

  • I was walking around the museum in London to pass the time and got to talking to this guy also passing the time, we left and went and got a beer and while we were at the bar he put his hand on my belly, believe me when I tell you I have a belly. I did not take his hand off, and he did not take his hand off. When we had pretty much exhausted our time at the pub we walked back towards our hotels and I said lets see what happens and I swatted him on the ass with the museum guide I had in my hand. He did not react and at the next street crossing I took his arm and we crossed. At his hotel we sat in the small lobby and I aske him if the rooms were so small you could barely get to the bathroom, he laughed and we went upstairs.

    The room was small and the full size bed took up most of the room and it was on the third floor so the small window was off the street level and a man can give another man a back massage and get close to him from behind and when offered he lay back on the bed so that he could get his feet rubbed and his zipper lowered and his cock sucked. He was a man of girth, not like me. His cock was worth sucking, a girthy cock is always worth sucking, his pants undone and his pants off and his boxer shorts in the way they had to come off and his cock was harder than before and he took off his shirt and undershirt and laid back naked as the day he was borne and I sucked his cock.

    I got undressed and lay beside him and he took my cock in his hand and before he sucked my cock we kissed on the bed. If anything gets me going is kissing, I am a sucker for kissing and nipple play and while he stroked my cock I sucked his nipples and kept his cock hard in my hand. I have never been the one to climb on top, he understood instinctively and I got on my stomach and he stroked his cock thru my butt crack rubbing hard against my hole. I like that, I have a sensitive hole opening, my anus is very sensitive and pressure from a man's cock will get me ready faster than anything else will. He was well prepared for a traveler, he got out some oils and a condom and after a minute he was riding in and out, he said his oils helped him stay hard longer and he did and he finally came.

    I stripped his condom off and sucked his cock. I love a cock covered in cum and if I can I want him to cum again, this time in my mouth and he did. It was a happenstance encounter and it worked, I was definitely looking to find company for the night and so was he, we are both Americans nothing English here, just two guys meeting up on a business trip out of town. What I do out of town is no one's business but mine, I can be the straight laced man at church on Sunday, but out of town I can indulge in my favorite pastime, sucking cock and getting naked with a man.

    My boyfriend loaned me his Polaroid camera and asked me to take pictures of my roommates in their birthday suits. At first they got angry but after seeing a couple of examples everyone got into the mood. We ran out of film and went trough the stack keeping some for us and agreeing on which ones we would give him. We gave him naked crotch pictures, girls kissing naked, ass pictures, laid out waiting naked pictures. We kept the more explicit pictures where we left nothing to the imagination and those where we muffed on each other. That night's Polaroid extravaganza made us all girlfriends and he had the pick of the litter when he needed a girl. Over time he got around to each of us and we had many more Polaroid nights.

    We have kept most of those pictures, many are washed-out but there is no doubt of our commitment to being with him and posing for him. He inherited a condo in Breckenridge and we started to set aside winter and summer weeks to go bare hot tubing with him, letting our hair down and reliving our college love life. Our bodies may no longer be what we were but our inhibitions are gone, a week gives us each a day to renew ourselves with him, and with each other which is equally rewarding. If anything sex today is better than those days when we were figuring out how to give ourselves away.

  • I'm 23 years old and I have an identical twin sister. We started experimenting with sex together when we were 7. I accidentally saw a porn video on the internet and the next time I saw one wasn't an accident and then I got my sister involved and it was so hot we had to try some of it out on each other and we gave each other our first orgasms when we were 9. We've been lovers since though neither of us do just girls. We both have boyfriends. When my current boyfriend was 18 my sister and I surprised him for his birthday by double teaming him.