Attention: This isn't the end. I also want to dedicate this chapter to my fateful commenter's cannd and aclassylady. Without you guys I probably wouldn't have kept this going so thanks so much for the idea's and comments I truly do appreciate it.
Why did I dream last night? Why were my dreams of happier times? Should I stop the dreams assaulting my mind right now?
"Ry, wake up, Ry baby come on."
Stirring awake, I open my eyes
To have an idyllic childhood in a small Texas town, all you have to is love God, love guns, and hate gays. Loving God was easy. I was raised in the Church, I didn't know any other way.
Loving guns was hard. I didn't like loud noises. And, I couldn't kill anything. If I had given it any thought, I'd have been a vegetarian. But, I bit the bullet, so to speak, and became a crack shot. I massacred clay pigeons.
Hating gays was hardest. My mo
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PreviouslyGareth was the one to answer. "No way, man. You're gonna fuckin' love it. There's this part of you, deep in your ass, whenever something touches it, you'll feel like you're gonna explode right then. And the way it feels on your asshole as it holds you open...It'll be like you're getting licked and fucked at the same time." He shook his head sadly before continuing, "Mine didn't have all those little bumps all over it, though, and it wasn't that thick.
This Is a true story of my first time with another man. I still get hard thinking of it and we met up a few times after that. Any questions, feedback or want to play just email me ;)
I was nervous. I'd never done anything like this before. My body trembled with a mixture of adrenaline and fear as I pressed the buzzer to his apartment.
"Hi you must be Dan" the old man said. He was about 70, slim and had a calming smile which put me at
It was Saturday and I had nothing to do so I decided to go for a drive. I got into my car and headed out of the city in no particular direction. After driving for a while I realized I was close to Jim's house. We have been great friends for years but have not seen each other for a long time. I decided to surprise him by dropping by unannounced and see if he was home. Jim lives in a small two bedroom, one bathroom house but with a lot of land to go with it. I pulled up the long driveway, got out
"Fuck, what am I going to say, what am I going to talk to him about?"
Stuart thought to himself as he drove along the nearly empty street in his hometown. The whole "childhood friends reuniting" thing seemed so strange to him- was he, the college student, really the same person as the grade schooler? So much had changed since then. How long had it been? Nine, maybe ten years...
John had been his best friend growing up, but in the summer between fourth and fifth grad
Last weekend my buddy invited me over to watch Montreal play the Leafs. Our wives were out of town; and at our age, we didn't have kids around.
The game was pretty good with some great goaltending. The game wasn't in doubt right up until the third period when Price was protecting a shut-out. With about five minutes left in the game, I decided to make it a little more interesting.
"Hey Rick, I'll bet you ten bucks that Price shuts out the Leafs." I challenged him.
Attention: I was gonna go full blown fucked up dark with this but I decided against it because I don't want to scare off my faithful readers. It will be a little itty bitty dark but nothing too bad.
I have been in this place for 30 days, 18 hours, 10 minutes, and 45...46 seconds.
I thought that the place could help me but I was wrong. I thought I would get to see Roo but I was also wrong. Between the ice baths and mental beat downs I was b
Attention: This will be the last flashback (I think). I hope that I have covered all bases with this, if not then please let me know. This may be a sucky chapter too, so um if you dislike it, I completely understand. Yup yup read up.
I stood outside of the club studying the way it looked, old but so fruitful. The way the sun shone upon it gave it an aged look. I was fascinated with it, with the way every curve made way to a crac
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