Danny pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru, glided up to the ordering kiosk, rolled down the window and with a sigh, ordered a couple of cheeseburgers and some fries. He wasn't looking forward to the crap, but he hadn't eaten in about twelve hours and needed something in his stomach to soak up the few beers he'd consumed in the interim. After the order was confirmed, he pulled up to the window, put the car in park and du...
Balls. Fuck. I didn’t know I would have to deal with balls. I finally decided to go down on this guy I like for the first time – really, the first time, as in my first time, ever – and here I am having to encounter balls for the first time. I mean, I finally got up the nerve to give a blowjob, months and in some cases even years after my friends, had just begun to get a little confidence about the idea of me with a dick i...
I took the outlet pass from Darrel just before mid-court on the right side. Johnson slid over to try to make me give the ball up, but I crossed him over and cut back towards the center of the court. I spotted Malcolm running the wing on the other side of the court quickly, then drew the defense away from him by turning my gaze back to the right side of the court at D.J who is getting ready to spot up at the three-point li...
Expectation It’s Tuesday night. Tomorrow we will meet my love: same time, same place. I look forward greatly to my visit and to all associated with you, my love. I anticipate our ritual. I anticipate your every move and I long for your deep, wet embrace. Tonight, I will sleep restlessly, lustfully, anxious to be with you again. I may dream of you, remembering and hoping. Tomorrow, in the morn, I will set out to see you....
When I woke the next morning, the only thought in my head was to get down to the Wilsons’ and see Paul. I rolled out of bed at about ten, took a quick shower, slipped on my favorite bikini – a yellow strapless number that my dad hated – threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank-top, stepped into some flip-flops and was out the door. I strutted down the street with absolute confidence, ducked in the side gate of the...
I haven’t always been this confident about my sexuality. Nowadays, I get it: I’m attractive and desirable and I can have just about any guy I want, at least for a night. But it’s been a long road to get here. It’s not that I was a late bloomer, maybe just that I wasn’t interested in sex throughout junior high and even into my freshman year of high school. I wasn’t a tomboy, per se, but I definitely wasn’t – and still am n...
We left the bar in a rush; me leading the way, him directly behind me. We walked with purpose; each had only one drink, leaving us with all of our faculties, but just enough inhibition left behind. Once in the dark parking lot, he charged ahead, leading me to his car, a dark and low Japanese model of some sort. He didn’t bother holding the door for me, just clicked the button unlocking the doors and hopped in the driver’s...
The next time I wake, my first thoughts go to the familiar hangover that is still lingering, but I figure that it is a safe bet that this is the type that could be persuaded to dissipate with a stomach full of food. My second thoughts go to a persistent itchy spot on my face, an itch which, upon further investigation with my fingertips, my mind is sharp enough to recognize as dried cum. That realization reminds me of Drew...
I wake to a warm ray of sun filtering through the dusty window blinds onto my face and within an instant am struck by the fact that maybe those last couple shots from the previous night were not a good idea. A need for water and aspirin is immediately apparent, but hasty movements are out of the question as well. Better to ease into a hangover. I stretch my body out and that’s when I become aware that I’m not alone in bed...
