I'm eighteen years old, done with high school (thank God) and not letting future plans interrupt my much anticipated time off over the summer. I haven't given up on soccer, yet, and still play with Paul and Jess, the tomboy on the block. Paul, who I have known forever, is now on the travel team. I can’t keep up with him. And Jess, my archrival and close friend, is really good, for a girl (she hates when I say that). Athle...

The phone rang. It was 9:30 in the morning and I was still in bed, once again reliving that incredible night I spent at Callie’s, with a half-empty tube of moisturizing lotion by my side, ready and waiting to relive every moment. “Jeff," my mother called. I think my favorite part was when Callie first gave me that incredible kiss, with her tongue halfway down my throat while completely manhandling my naked body. My cock w...

I woke up early that morning, around 8:30 on a warm and wet Saturday. It rained all night long, leaving the soccer fields particularly soggy, and it was supposed to keep raining throughout the day. I wasn’t on a team at the moment, but Paul and Jess both were. Looking out the window, I could see that it wasn't raining right now, and I knew their coaches would want to squeeze in a practice if at all possible. So, I decided...

I wasn’t very impressed with Jess the first time I met her, or at least I didn’t want to be. I was still pissed off about what happened between Paul and me a couple of weeks ago, and I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with some new girl moving in. She had brown hair and dressed like she always did: tee shirt, sports bra, athletic shorts, tube socks, sometimes with shin guards when she was getting serious, and of course, so...