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"Now what?" Tommy shouted above the storm as we stood spread-legged over our bikes. Drenched in the driving rain and hardly able to stand against the gusts of wind, we looked down the highway to the spot where the bridge was threatening to come apart. We needed to cross that bridge. A highway crew was already on the far side, setting up a barricade. We had sneaked past a similar ...
Part 1 I've been remembering that first time we met. You know, when my consulting firm sent me along with a team of engineers to work that jet engine problem you discovered. To keep costs down and to show us Yanks your warm Brit hospitality we all got assigned to a host family for our stay. And I got you. Those first few days I was all eyes, never having been to another country...
Three-Way with Bill and Kim by decal (decal02@hotmail.com) A "little something" happened to me since I last wrote to you. Remember me telling you in my first e-mail about a guy at my health club, the one who caught me checking him out in his briefs and threw a boner and then called me a faggot. Well, a week or so later he came up to me and apologized. Said he told his...
Three-Way with Bill and Kim by decal (decal02@hotmail.com) A "little something" happened to me since I last wrote to you. Remember me telling you in my first e-mail about a guy at my health club, the one who caught me checking him out in his briefs and threw a boner and then called me a faggot. Well, a week or so later he came up to me and apologized. Said he told his...
Warm Arizona Nights By decal (decal02@hotmail.com) Ever since Mark and I fucked that drunken chick together, I've been hung up on wanting to fool around with him. He was so hot driving, his tool into her cunt, his ass muscles clinching and relaxing as he thrust himself in and out. He kept teasing her by pulling his cock out of her and waiting for her to loudly beg for him to...
Yarmouth Jail by decal "Look, Brandon, I know it's 3 in the morning, but you gotta get me out of here," I cried out into the phone. I wish I could have called my roommates. Matt, Jay and Daniel -- each of them would have immediately dropped anything to help me. But they were also probably under arrest in this god-knows-where town jail. Yeah, that's right, Peter...
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