After I left Matt's house, I somewhat reluctantly headed over to Jane's. While I appreciated the truth in Matthew's warning, I probably would have been pretty excited if I honestly thought there was a chance I could get laid tonight. I hadn't lied when I told him I didn't think that's what she had in mind though; Jane was undoubtedly the most chaste eighteen...
The next couple of months flowed on smoothly enough. In addition to the items I brought back from New Orleans, I bought and scavenged enough other things to fully furnish the house. I had planned to keep everything minimal, but Chance insisted that I had to at least get a tv and a sofa for the living area. We had discovered a shared passion for Game of Thron...
"You're there," Danny said it as if he was surprised that Clint picked up on the phone call. "You alone and home?" "Yes, Danny, I'm on the line and home and alone. And unless I haven't opened my eyes yet, it's still dark out. What gives?" He rolled over to a sitting position in his bed and turned on the bedside lamp. It was barely 5:00 a.m. "Got a big one...
"Hey, Matt? I can't tell which one of these shirts is the black one," Emmett Clark shouted frustratedly across the apartment while trying to feel the difference in the fabrics over and over again. He heard Matt's footsteps start down the hall. "Whoa, man, put some jeans on. You know you're not my type," Matt joked, walking through the doorway seeing Emmett...
Graham and I spent the rest of the ride in silence. While my silence was deep in contemplation, his seemed to be lost in bliss or the radio. I had freshened myself back to the beautiful Asian girl my sister had turned me into not 30 minutes ago. I was enjoying the feeling of the wind gliding through my hair as I looked at my reflection in the passenger mirro...
Previously "My fault?!" Ericsson was shouting now. Davenport nodded vehemently. "He wouldn't have felt compelled to tell us that story if you'd been able to control your urges!" "Point of fact, Davenport, he was compelled to tell us the truth!" Cutledge roared. "And that truth is going to get you a baby, Jake," Davenport stated calmly. "And you," he look...
I was dreaming again. This time, it wasn't a garden. This time it was the bed in Pete's apartment and I was fucking his tight, wet, hot ass! I loved the feeling. It was so intense - so REAL! I didn't want to wake up but, as I did, the feelings, rather than diminishing, seemed to intensify! I didn't understand what the fuck was going on until my eyes opened....
I would like to thank everyone for all of the wonderful feedback the I received for part 1, I hope you enjoy this as well. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older. Chapter 1 First I should explain the title Pederastic Eromenos this refers to a young male lover. Pederasty is generally erotic practices between an adult and adolescent...
This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow u...
The men awoke from their afternoon nap still naked and entangled. The spurts of cum Gus had shot onto his chest had dried into crisp cocoons holding both his and Aaron's chest and belly hair inside of them. Aaron lifted himself from on top of Gus pulling both of their hair out as they separated from one another. They both winced, then laughed at the spectacl...