Hot Summer Night at the Beach Ch. 04. Passed out graduates are explored.
John was still in another world, it would seem, dreaming about one of the girls whose image he kept in his wallet. He was mine, but I wanted more. A few hours had passed and it was possible that the friends that had deposited John on the bench at the boardwalk had returned to their lodgings.
After disengaging myself, I got out of the car and went around to the passenger door and opened it to give me a few last sure minutes of total access before getting John's slacks back in place, without the protection of his Jockey shorts, for the ride back into town. Before returning to the driver's seat, I got the room key out of his pocket.
The back of the tag was embossed with a P.O. Box and the guarantee of postage if dropped in a letter box. On the front it had the hotel name, and a house and unit #. A couple of the downtown hotels had bought up nearby summer lodging houses a number of years ago. They rented these two and three bedroom apartments with a kitchenette by the week or month only keeping their main rooms for shorter rentals. It appeared that the graduating seniors had booked one of these. One of the graduates had probably stayed there with family a previous Summer and booked it early for their graduation week at the beach. Or perhaps it was a graduation present from parents or grandparents.
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A quick warning to anyone who’s about to read this: It’s definitely not going to be a story that’s very well written. It’s not that I’m aiming for a poor quality story, but I write about as well as a gimp dances and I don’t really know how I’m going to go about telling all this. I figure I’ll start off telling a bit about myself and then just write down whatever comes to mind.
Well, I can see how people would see me as a loser if I had to break down my life in a few lines. On the plus side I have a good social life, a steady girlfriend, and I don’t look all that bad. Then again, the down side brings my skinny figure, the fact that I barely have enough money to put gas in my piece of shit car every month, I still live with my parents, no job, and no real future as far as I can see. I know it’ll never happen, but what I really need about right now is something real good to drop down into my lap to get myself some money. That’s besides the point though. I’ve got a real easy going personality. Most people mistake my being a passive person for me being a real pushover. Not true though. What I am though, is rather shy. A bit of a pussy too, in the sense that I tend to back out of things a lot.
My sex life hasn’t gone any farther than the basic heterosexual exp with a few ladies until just a couple days ago. Well, that’s slightly not true. My sex life, with other people, was the basic heterosexual deal. By myself I’ve experimented around with my body since I was about 16. Only lately, in the last several months, have I really gotten into it though. Other than masturbation, I’m mostly talking about anal play. I was sixteen when I first slipped a finger in. I didn’t go too far into it then though, I’d mess around with little objects that I could find around the house. Markers, hotdogs, a couple fingers, and other things along those lines. Like I said, I didn’t really get into it then. Hell, until I was nineteen I’d only indulge in some anal play maybe once every couple months.
About a half of a year ago though, I’ve been doing these types of things a great deal more often, and pushing it so much more than I ever had before. Usually when no one’s home I’ll go into the bathroom with some lotion and lock the door. Either that or I’d wait until everyone was asleep and do it. Most of the time I’d wait till no one was home though.
(tale # 73) get full text ... A quick warning to anyone who’s about to read this: It’s definitely not going to be a story that’s very well written. It’s not that I’m aiming for a poor quality story, but I write about as well as a gimp dances and I don’t really know how I’m going to go about telling all this. I figure I’ll start off telling a bit about myself and then just write down whatever comes to mind.
Hot Summer Night at the Beach Ch. 05. Drunk graduate is stripped and taken.
Sitting on the ground with some privacy granted by the picket fence, John seemed to be resting comfortably, snoring lightly, but not loudly enough to attract the attention of anyone passing by. I hadn't seen or heard anything more from Bert and his girl, whom I suspected might very well be a local. In fact, I think she may be a waitress at one of the local bars just off of the boardwalk. Bert may have been hitting on her and kept drinking until she got off work.
I had not seen Bert earlier in the evening when I had observed several of his friends. He was a bulkier type, not at all overweight, but more the quarterback or rugby type. Maybe a wrestler as well, as was John, but of a heavier weight class. From where I sat I could see the front door and while I hoped he would be left alone soon, not just because he was of interest, but there were other fields to mine inside as well. This woman that returned with him could spoil many plans.
Well, in the meantime I could enjoy a few more of John's treasures while I waited. The pillow I had placed earlier under John's abdomen gave just enough elevation for me to reach around his waist and unfasten his belt and chinos. Rocking his hips slightly from side to side I was able to work his pee (my pee remember) soaked slacks down his legs. Oh why not, I went ahead and removed his shoes and slowly started to peel off his socks, reveling in his personal manly smell that exuded from them. Lifting first one leg and then the other the chinos were now off and tossed to the side, for the first time I had John naked from the waist down. There was no muscle tone. I could lift his legs, move them side to side and he still showed no reaction. He still had not a clue of what a traitor his body had become.
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How Did I Get On This Couch?. Married man's first bi adventure.
I'm your average 49-year-old guy from Indiana sitting on someone's couch in Michigan who I just met only a day ago.
Standing in front of me and looking down was someone that I spoke with online only recently and he was unbuttoning his pants and smiling at me as I watched him. I'm average, just short of 6 foot tall and weighing about 175, I run every day. I'm married, in good health, and just realized that I may have a thing for men. My new pal is just as he described himself on AOL, about 5'11 tall, weighing I would guess 200 lbs and about 55 years old. I'm just about to find out if his other attribute, the one I really want to see, is also as he described.
It started off rather innocently enough; I visited one of those on line chat rooms for men seeking men for my town. I don't think I had really planned to meet anyone in person, I thought perhaps I would find someone near my age to chat with. Someone who had some of the same interests and maybe the same questions that I had.
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I Should Rent Porn More Often. It heats things up.
I've always been a little attracted to guys, but I can't ignore it any longer. I've even started dreaming about my best friend Ted. Ted and me have been like best buds and brothers since I can remember. He moved in next door when I was first born, now he's twenty so that leaves me at eighteen and graduated since last year. Ted takes summer courses at the local college every summer and normal courses during the year. Tonight we're going to stay over his house while his folks are gone and raise some hell. Which probably means watch some old horror flicks until we're in tears from the bad graphics and bloody scenes and play video games until our eyes won't stay open any longer.
When Ted got home he went into his house and I watched him from my room. Ted was always incredibly attractive yet I can't recall him ever dating anyone. He's been on a few dates before, but he never really dated. I never have by choice. Women can be too much trouble sometimes. After a while Ted came up to my room and knocked on my door with his usual knock. I came out and went over to his house with him, looking down at his nice tight skater butt as he walked. We'd been skating buddies for a while as well. He taught me most of what I know now and I'm pretty good if I do say so myself.
The night got underway with the official ordering of food. Tonight it was Chinese. We both scarfed down our share over some games and videos on MTV. Then came time for the cheesy horror movies. It was pretty late when I looked at the clock. We sat on his couch at separate ends leaning towards the middle. Just then Ted got up and walked over to the DVD player when the movie was done and put in a new one.
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