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He is always wearing very short shorts.The kind my mother would call ‘GAY SHORTS”. One day,I set myself up to late out.Opened up my lounge chair.Brought out my boom box.Grabbed the phone and some beer.I applied the suntan all
over my body.I had on a very skimpy bathing sit I had bought from a
men’s magazine that is distributed worldwide. Before I could lay out,I
had to let my dog out to do his business.Tom came out with his dog.We
had exchanged modest hellos.

I had complimented Tom on his tan.How I couldn’t wait to tan.The sun
lasts on my balcony from 11 a.m. until 8 p.m.He said he wishes he had my
balcony.He would be out there all day long.I told him to feel free and
come over some time.He said he think about it.IN the mean time,I went to
lay out on my balcony.I saw him waxing his jet ski.It was awesome.I went
down to talk to him about it.He said he would like me to try it out
sometime.He finished waxing his jet ski.

He was hot and sweating.I told
him why not come over and lay out with me.We can listen to some
tunes.Shoot the breeze and get a nice tan,while drinking some beer.He
smiled and agreed.He would go get his trunks.Yet he admired what I was
wearing.I told him I have alot of them in different colors.He can borrow
one if he wanted to.He followed me over.
I showed him my wide range collection and let him choose what he wanted
to wear.I went outside to lay out awhile and cranked up the tunes.

One
thing I liked about my neighborhood.It was the only apartment complex
that had fifty apartments and the two us of were the only ones home
Monday through Friday.I was on vacation. He came out in a maroon
thong.No shirt on.My cock became quickly aroused and hid it by turning
over.He used the other lounge chair.I tossed him a beer and talked. He
asked if I would rub suntan oil on his back.I obliged.He saw my hardon
through the thong.He didn’t say anything about it.

Yet his arm reached
back as if he were stretching and it went between my legs and my crotch.
We each had fallen asleep and woke up much tanner.He on his back.Me on
my chest.We woke up an hour later.We both went inside to cool off and
dry off.We had more beer.Guzzling six cans each.He said he better get
home to shower.I said he could use mine.He went into the bathroom and
dropped the thong.He began to shower.When he came out,I was in a
towel.Phone had rang and I answered it.

I turned around and saw him .He
asked for another beer.He went to the kitchen.He only had a towel
on.After the call,I went to shower.He stood there taking a leak.He
shook his cock and I soaped u mine.We each glanced at the other.I came
out.His cock was raging hard.I slipped by him.He followed me into the
bedroom.As i bent over to get out a pair of shorts and at-shirt.I felt
my towel open and a hard cock inside of me.He began pumping my ass
until I could feel his bush up against my ass.

I turned around,dropped to
my knees and pulled back his towel to suck him off. I turned him
around,ripping off the towel and spread his cheeks and shoed my tongue
up inside of there.Oh what a sweet tasting ass he has.He ripped off my
towel and he laid me down on the floor,lifting up my legs and began
fucking my ass.He leaned over to shove his tongue down my throat and
twisted my nipples.Then he pulled out and began sucking on my cock.Tom
had an 8 inch cock,nice bush and medium sized nuts.

I’m 5′11,brown
hair,hazel eyes,hairy chested,average cock.He like my muscle tone and
felt ever inch of me.We sixty-nined each other.He ate my ass.I felt his
tongue touched every part of my body to to a full arousal.I began to cum
and let it out.He told me,’yeah,pump it harder,pump out that man juice
that you’ve waited to give me”.I came all over is chin,his chest,and
right down to his cock.I sucked every drop back up.Then he came and ooh
was it ever so creamy and thick white.

We laid there.He finally
spoke,”I’ve had lots of women,but you are my first guy I ever had .Yet
you are the best fuck ever.” I told him whenever he wanted to come over
to lay out again feel free to do so. He said,’Next time,I want a three
way.You,me and a friend named Patrick.”He dressed and went on his
way.When he got home,he looked out his patio doors,waved to me with a
smile….

The Girlfriend From Another Planet by Tom Lombardi -  By the time I reached spaceport security I’d taken to smiling idiotically in all directions so as to give the cameras the impression I was innocent. According to my screenwork, I was headed to Saturn to conduct “research” for the science corporation where I worked. In actuality, I’d registered with an underground, interplanetary dating service. Along with getting arrested, I worried the alien creature from Saturn with whom I’d been retina-messaging all week — her name was Z)(Z — was actually a he, or worse, a kidnapper looking to sell my body parts to some illegal market.

    Sex with a female from this particular region on Saturn allegedly bordered on the implausible. In the last message, Z)(Z had explained that on her planet group sex was common. While she’d never done it with one mate, the prospect of it excited her greatly. I’d never had sex with a group, I’d messaged her. It’s not that great, she messaged back. What I hadn’t told her is that since my marriage of twelve years ended, I couldn’t stop obsessing about my soon-to-be-ex wife; and that I was hoping an alien might free me from this affliction.

I was removing my Molar PC, no longer worried about getting caught when the security guy’s wand beeped near my buttocks. “Oh that,” I laughed, “it’s my iPod.”

Edith had just turned 17, and had gone to her aunts farm for the summer. Her aunt wasn’t married, but had a 11 year old daughter named Sara. Sara was very open with herself and other people, and usually forgot that other people didn’t share her views. Edith found this very awkward. She would be in her bedroom drying off from her shower and Sara would walk in to borrow her brush or something. At first, it bothered Edith, but then she realized that if it
didn’t mean anything to Sara, she shouldn’t worry about it.

As Edith became used to the idea of being seen nude, she got to know Sara. They would go down to a little spring and Sara would ask Edith about oys and about her body, and Edith answered her questions as best she could. They would swim and talk and laugh. They would talk about their crushes and themselves. Sara seemed especially interested in one boy named Adam. She had
wanted to take him swimming with her, but was afraid that he would think she was weird for being a nudist.

“Does he know?” Edith asked. “Yes, but he doesn’t say anything abut it.” she replied. Sara looked like something was troubling her. “My mom said that my body will change someday. When will it? When did it happen to you?” “Well,” Edith replied, “My body changed when I was about your age, maybe a little older. Not by much, though.” Edith climbed up onto a tall ledge. Sara admired her
body. She had large, bouncy breasts and a slender figure. But what interested Sara the most was the hair on her vagina.

“When did that happen?” she asked. “What?” Edith replied. “That hair.” she said. “What is that?” “Oh, this is hair that you get when you get a little older. Everyone gets it, girls and boys.” “Can I see yours?” Sara asked openly. “Um, I guess so.” Edith said. Sara joined her on the ledge and peered into her lap. Edith felt a little awkward about this little girl staring at her crotch. She leaned in further and asked, “What are they for?” Edith thought and gave the best answer she could think of.

“I don’t know.” Sara looked up confused. She looked down at her own vagina and said, “Mine doesn’t have hair yet. Is that bad?” “No,” Edith said, “It will have some soon. Just you wait. Then you’ll have more hair than you know what to do with!” This made Sara laugh. Edith picked her up and threw her into the water. She then jumped in herself. When she came up from under the water, Sara asked her, “What about my boobs? Will they get big like yours? ” Sara had
only little mounds on her chest and small, hard nipples on them. “Yes, they will.” “Are they hard like muscle, or soft like fat?” Sara asked. “Its kind of in between.” “Like what? Like a water balloon? Like an orange? What?” “I can’t explain it,” Edith said as she realized the inevitable. “Can I feel
yours?” Sara asked eagerly. Edith, realizing she couldn’t say no, agreed.

Sara waded over and felt them with both hands. She squeezed them and felt the nipples. She laughed as she pushed one and it bounced back at her. Edith, not knowing what to do with her hands, patted Sara on her shoulders. “You can touch mine if you want. I don’t mind,” Sara said. Edith was not a lesbian, but wondered what it would be like to touch another girl. She slowly reached toward Sara’s tiny tits and rubbed them. Sara’s nipples were hard, also. She must be enjoying this, Edith thought.

Sara removed her hands and said, “Wow! I can’t wait until I get those. They’re great!” “Well, you’ve got a pretty good start there.” Edith said trying to encourage Sara. “There not like yours. Mine are real small, but yours are big and bouncy. Do boys like those too?” “Oh, yeah. Like you wouldn’t believe. They always want to touch them and suck them.” Sara looked confused. “Suck them? Why? Does it feel good?” Edith thought of an answer. She had always enjoyed it, but she was afraid that Sara would ask to suck hers or something. She couldn’t lie to her, so she said “Yes.” Instead, Sara just said “Huh,” and went back under the water and reappeared by the beach with their clothes on it.

They gathered up their things and started to head back. “Shouldn’t we put on our clothes? Your mom will get mad, wont she?” Edith asked. “She probably would, but she’s gone into town to get some groceries. We can leave them off.” Edith was happy for that. She had gotten used to being naked. She liked the way it felt without the constant nuisance of her tight clothes. As they walked back, Sara asked what boys cocks were like. Edith began to speak, but then stopped. She wondered if this was proper for a girl of eleven, but then realized that they were walking through the woods completely naked, and that they had practically felt each other up earlier. She decided
to ask her, “Why do you ask?” Sara turned and said, “Well, I want to invite Adam down to swim with me but I don’t know about boys that way and I don’t want to look dumb.

” Fair enough, Edith thought. “Well what do you know?” Sara said, “I know that they have a dick that sticks out, and they don’t have boobs, but thats all.” “Ok,” Edith started, “Thats good. Have you ever seen a naked boy?” “Once at a pool. This boy showed me his dick in the bathroom. He
wanted me to show him my slit, but when I did, his dick stood up. Why?” “Thats what happens to boys when they are happy,” Edith didn’t want to get into the whole process so she just left it at that.

My Falasha Love
My name is Etan. My mother used to say that it meant “firm and strong”. Now she tells me that it must mean “stubborn”. She was very upset when I married Chara but I believe she would have attended the wedding had my father not been so opposed. I sometimes do not understand my own family. My grandfather survived The Holocaust. We, of all people, should know the dangers of blind hatred of a people.

Be that as it may, my father was bitterly opposed to Operation Solomon. He did not wish “impure, black blood contaminating the gene pool of the chosen people”. This massive airlift from Ethiopia saved Chara’s people. The Falasha are as Jewish as we are. Their traditions may even go back to the time of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. My father can see no further than Chara’s beautiful brown skin. He has not let her wonderful warmth penetrate his hard heart. Given the chance, she would soften his heart just as she has melted mine.

I still pray that someday he will give her that chance. Until then, I refuse to speak to him.

Like many Israeli reserves, I have spent some time in the occupied territories. It is hard and dangerous work. The burning hatred one sometimes feels makes my father’s foolish bigotry seem like a mere candle of stupidity. Returning from such duty, I often feel dirty and exhausted. It is such a joy to return to Chara’s loving arms.

It was night when I finally returned from this past deployment. When I enter our home all is sweet, cool and quiet. Chara comes out of the bedroom in a flowing, diaphanous white nightgown that contrasts nicely against her smooth, dark brown skin. I take her in my arms and feel her full breasts warm against my chest. Her smell excites me.

“I have just completed my mikvah in preparation for your arrival.

My body has been made pure for my husband,” Chara says with a smile. I am glad I showered before leaving Hebron.

She takes me by the hand and leads me to our bed. With a gentle shove she pushes me down on to my back, her beautiful ebony body is above me, her sweet round breasts dangling in her nightgown. I reach for them but she diverts my hand by grabbing my wrist. She sucks on my fingers one by one. Sliding each one past her gleaming white teeth and welcoming it into her sweet mouth.

The tingling sensation flows down my arm, through my chest and belly to form a pool of lust in my groin.

Her dark, delicate fingers undress me until I lay naked on the bed with my pale phallus standing tall and hard. She lifts her white nightgown over her head and I gaze upon her beautiful young body.

Her lovely round breasts have little dark brown circles around the erect nipples, her belly is flat, inches below her navel there is a thin line of black, downy hair that leads to the bushy black triangle around her dark lipped vagina. Though I have seen her naked many times, the sight still takes my breath away.

She comes into my arms and we begin a soul-sharing kiss, her pink tongue sends flickers of electricity through me. Our flesh presses together as we share the warmth of our love.

I roll her over on to her back and stare into her large brown eyes. Her smile glows in the dimly lit room. My hand looks ghostly against her firm, dark breast. She sighs when I caress the nipple. We kiss again and I can feel her silky leg pressed against my male hardness, rubbing it lightly as her pelvis squirms. We are both hungry with lust, I have been away a long time.

I reach down, sliding my fingers tantalizingly across her silken brownness to touch her dark pubic hairs.

My fingers play just above her portal of womanhood, touching the hair but not the delicious flesh that lies beneath. She groans and pushes herself toward the teasing fingers. I pull them back a few times and then slide them between her dark nether lips, causing her to groan longer and louder. Her fingers close around my stiff rod. Her hand begins to slowly pump it and soon I, too, am groaning deep in my throat as I continue rubbing her wonderfully wet pink opening. Our bodies strain towards each other, seeking to be joined.

Looking down between our bodies, I watch her brown hand guide my hard whiteness into her moist depths. My hips push forward to drive myself deeper inside her welcoming warmth, she wraps her strong, dark legs around my pale muscular back. We begin slowly, savoring the sensations deep within our merged groins, gently rocking together as one but we have been apart for too many weeks. Our passion is strong, it takes control of our mated bodies causing us to begin thrusting against each other harder and faster.

Sweat makes our bodies slippery, she meets every down stroke with her own upward push. Our breathing is heavy and harsh, our lovemaking is hot and fast. My white balls are banging against her shapely brown posterior, little slurping sounds can be heard coming from our excited genitals.

Chara’s cries of passion become louder, her legs wrap tighter around my back as she urges me on, telling me to fuck her harder, deeper and faster.

Though the sexual tension is wound tight inside me, eager to explode, I comply with her wishes. Our pelvises pound together, my hard penis slamming into her grasping vagina again and again. I feel her strong inner walls rippling against the skin of my circumcised organ, her hands have grabbed my tush. She pushes me in and out of her in a frenzied pace. Her loud moans bounce off our bedroom walls and her strong leg lock threatens to break my ribs as she cries out.
“Ohhh…

Etan…. I come…come with me…shoot your load deep inside me…. ohhhh!!!”

The vibrations within her body and within my ears are too strong to resist. I spill my seed into her hot, moist, pulsating womanhood in powerful jerks and grunts of lust. Her vagina muscles suck me dry. Our spent bodies collapse against each other, her brown flesh plastered against my white flesh and, no matter what my family says, nothing in my life has ever felt so good and so right.

But when I hit puberty, with my breasts budding into B cups, light blonde hair growing out above and around my now pouting pussy, my butt developing into a dangerously well-rounded ass, I tried to suppress my attraction to girls and women, and so had never had sexual relations as such with another female. I did shoot up in height, and by age 17, as a senior in high school, I was standing at 6′ even, and of course I was very good at basketball, playing as a forward on our high school girls team. Most people think I’m really cute, but in a couple of ways it’s more “cute boy” than “cute girl” cute.

I had several offers from some smaller colleges out of state, and so I knew I’d be assured of a ride in college. It was only a matter of deciding which was best for me. At the beginning of our first practice my senior year, coach introduced a transfer student, a senior named Tiffany. She had blonde hair, light like mine, tied back in a ponytail, that bounced up and down whenever she dribbled the ball.

For some reason it looked cute on her, though almost every other girl also put her hair in a ponytail while playing.

Tiffany, Tiffany Denise Ames in full, was short, about 4′11″, and she played point guard. It was her responsibility to bring the ball up into the offensive end, and see that somebody like me got it to shoot. Because she was so short, it was hard for the opposing team to get the ball away from
her, plus she was quick and could scoot all over the court. She came in with the nickname “Pocket Rocket,” and it sure seemed to fit, so as her new teammates, we called her that, too. She was really, really nice looking, and she was definitely “cute girl” cute.

Pocket Rocket was liked by everybody on the team, as she had a bubbly personality, and really got things started. I, on the other hand, tended to hang back and see how things would develop. I noticed things about her that I knew I shouldn’t, like her D cup breasts, or her fully rounded ass.

I’d look at her when I thought she wasn’t looking. In the locker room, when she’d slip off her practice or game jersey, she’d sigh when she’d get her sport bra off, as her breasts were slightly too large for it. Oh, how I wished I could massage the skin of her round, white breasts, with their
brown nipples and aureoles, when her breasts would ease out of those confining cups, and I could see the indentations from the support wires. I ached to suckle her breasts in my mouth, to soothe any discomfort she might be feeling.

And to make her feel good. When she’d put one of her legs up on the bench in the locker room, and slowly roll off her white athletic socks, revealing her shapely ankles and feet, I felt like I’d love to suck those sweet, painted toes into my mouth, and nibble on each of them, tasting her sweaty foot taste, although I’d never even thought such thoughts before. I could visualize myself running
my hands up those shapely, muscular legs, caressing her firm calves, tickling under her knees, then stroking her full thighs upward until, what?

I knew what lay beyond that thought. Humiliation and frustration, not a pussy right out of paradise. Still, undressing, when she’d shimmy her practice shorts, or our golden satin game shorts over her voluptuous hips, working first, one side, then the other, until her white cotton panties would teasingly reveal themselves to my furtive glance, I thought that I’d go crazy. I could clearly see the vee of her crotch revealing itself to me, virginal white, yet with the distinct impression of two wet, pouty, separated cunt lips poking through the fabric and creating a shadow.

If she should happen to turn around then, it was only worse for me, because then her two, round ass globes would be forcing out the damp fabric in a very pleasing round shape. They looked to
me to be only inches away, close enough for me to feel, or taste, them, but in reality across the hot locker room, with other girls present. Girls who might not understand my feelings.

Deep between those two delicious looking ass mounds, a dark crevice hid, with delights I could only imagine.

I had, on occasion put my finger up my own ass hole, and the aroma, and taste, of that secret crevice was not unpleasant, but I had no way to know how Tiffany’s hole might be. In any
case, I knew I’d never find out. I turned away, and slowly disrobed myself. Then I padded over to the showers to wash down. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, in my case), our shower room was older, and had not yet been rebuilt to allow for individual privacy, so girls would be forced to shower with other girls. It was nothing like those lesbian fantasy stories, where the whole team of nubile, naked girls showers together, then has hot lesbian sex! Most of the girls, while sweet and…

Frank wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove and continued to prune the Seymour’s roses. It was 12:45, and like clockwork, he heard Dee and her friend Tanya wander through the back garden. He peeked out from behind the flowers and saw them walking barefoot to the gazebo with a picnic lunch.

Dee wore her customary, lightweight flower print dress.  Her bright smile and golden corn silk hair gave her a goddess like beauty.  Her dress hugged her hips and highlighted her perky tits.

Dee’s ha rd nipples pressed against the thin cloth, making it obvious that she wore no bra.  She saw Frank working in the garden, flashed him a broad smile, and waved. Frank waved back and pretended to prune the flowers; instead he watched the women.

With short dark hair and olive skin, Tanya was Dee’s opposite. Her full, round face matched her full rounded body.  A skimpy halter-top left vast portions of her giant jugs bare; her dangerously short cut-offs exposed wide moonbeams.

The pair sat in the shady part of the gazebo.  Frank moved around some other bushes where he could watch without being seen.

The two women fed each other ripe peaches and plums from the basket. They let sweet juice run down their chins, allowing the other to lick it up.  When they were satisfied, Dee closed the basket and put it aside.

With the warm sun on his back, Frank stared as Tanya stood in front of Dee and put one foot up on the bench.

  Her whole broad ass was hanging out of her shorts; the crotch was wedged between her smooth cheeks like a thong.  The dark one leaned forward and kissed the goddess hard on the mouth.  It was clear who was in charge today.

Frank slowly crept closer. His cock hardened and pressed against his shorts as he watched.  The blonde dug into Tanya’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy.  Tanya reached out and tweaked a nipple.

“Oh, so wet already,” Dee, said.

“I’m always wet for you, Baby.”

As they kissed, Dee undid her lover’s shorts.  Tanya took her foot off the bench and her shorts dropped to the ground.  She stepped out them, turned around and shook her booty.  Dee giggled and slapped her ass.  Tanya untied her halter, flung it off to the side, and motioned to the blonde to join her in the center of the gazebo.  Dee stood and took her dress off.  She stepped forward and pressed her firm naked body into Tanya’s warm, yielding flesh.

  They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

Dee took a half step back, put her mouth to Tanya’s heavy tit, and suckled her broad nipple. The dark woman groaned with pleasure. Dee put one thin pale hand on Tanya’s ass and the other into her thick, dark bush.

 Frank stopped pruning. He couldn’t even pretend; he was totally consumed with watching the women fondle one another.  After putting the sheers in his back pocket, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.

  A few good strokes and he was fully hard.

Tanya stroked Dee’s golden hair, grunting as she slipped her finger into her hairy cunt.  “Lick me bitch.  Get down on your knees and lick me now!”

Dee unlatched her mouth from Tanya’s nipple.  Her finger still diddling the hairy pussy, she kissed the full breasts and soft belly.  She stopped only to tongue Tanya’s belly button, making Tanya giggle. Kissing her way to the thick thatch, she kissed and licked from corner to corner.

  Tanya moaned with satisfaction and put her hands on Dee’s head. The blonde kissed her way down the side of the dark bush, then kissed the inside of her thighs.  “Lick me now,” Tanya demanded.  Dee complied by parting her pubic jungle, spreading her pussy lips, and licking her hard clit.

“Yes!  Oh Baby, that’s it right there.”

Frank couldn’t bear it; this was too thrilling.  Transfixed by the blonde licking the brunette, Frank didn’t care if he got caught jerking off in the Seymour’s garden.

  Besides, he lied to himself; anyone would have to be dead not to be turned on by sexual show in the gazebo.  He stopped fondling his cock and dropped his shorts around his ankles, leaving his ass naked and warmed by the sun.  He started again by grabbing the base of his cock with his thumb and index finger, wrapping the rest of his fingers around the shaft.  With long, firm strokes, going from base to tip, his balls welled in pre-orgasmic clench.  He tried to muffle the grunts and groans that involuntarily escaped his lips.

Tanya shifted her stance; she widened the position of her feet and bent her knees slightly so that the blonde could better lick her.  As Dee tongue-fucked her, she pinched one nipple then sucked on the other.  Her hips rocked and rotated; her moans came in a continuous stream.  They all knew that she was close to cumming.

Dee worked the dark beaver with determination.  She licked hard and soft and faster and faster.  Tanya quivered, her fleshy belly and thighs and breasts shaking.

“Oh YEAH,” she yelled. 

 Frank wondered if they had heard at the main house and would be coming to investigate. Watching Tanya pull Dee to her feet and kiss her passionately on the mouth, made him forget anyone who might be coming.

Dee went and sat on the bench, her butt close to the edge.  She leaned back, brought her heels up to touch her ass. Spreading her knees wide, she bared her smoothly shaven cunt and gleaming wet pussy lips.

Tanya dropped to her knees and still naked crawled across the floor to Dee. Tanya placed her hands on Dee’s hips. She lowered her mouth to the bald quim and licked as if it were her favorite ice cream.

Dee groaned. She wrapped her fingers in Tanya’s thick, dark hair and pulled her face to her dripping pussy. Tanya slipped a finger into her cunt; she gently probed and wiggled until Dee squirmed and let out a long continuous moan.

Frank felt the sun on his butt and heat in his groin.

His knees began to weaken and his thighs shivered. The muscles in his ass started cramping. He was breathing hard.  Cum pushed from his constricting balls into cock; ejaculation was imminent.  Dee’s moans were making him wild.

Tanya licked the bare slit from bottom to top where she tongued Dee’s clit.  Dee’s head rolled from side to side; she massaged Tanya’s head. “Oh Honey, that’s it. Oh yeah, oh more, oh more, oh more. Lick my clitty, oh yeah. Just like that.”  Dee pulled her heels off the bench and wrapped her thighs around Tanya’s head.

Frank couldn’t take anymore; he stroked his cock hard and fast.  Hot cum blasted through his shaft, spurting out the head and splattering the bushes, his shorts, and his hand.

Dee gritted her teeth and grunted loudly. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said. Her whole body trembled with orgasmic ecstasy. Opening her thighs, Dee helped Tanya to her feet and kissed her. “Oh Honey, that was wonderful.”

As Frank pulled on his shorts, he watched the two women get dressed.

He picked up his sheers and resumed pruning, wondering if his ass were sunburned.

Tanya carried the picnic basket and walked in front. Dee stepped out from the gazebo, turned, and waived to Frank. “See you next week,” she said with a smile.

I had stepped out of the shower (locker room STYLE!) and was at a sink brushing my teeth when an acquaintance, Mitchell, stepped to the next sink but was completely nude. As he brushed I could watch in the mirror his limp but still ample cock jiggled and swayed as he brushed.
Mitchell was definitely effeminate and was gorgeous, but never indicated any true gay leanings. (If he crossdressed he would have been passable w/ no problem) I found myself getting turned on but couldn’t let on, though my cock started to rise beneath my towel so I quickly finished up and headed for my room. Luckily, my roommate had gone away for the weekend and I locked the door behind me (or so I thought) and dropped my towel and started stroking myself thinking of Mitchell’s cock. I lay back on the bed and began slowly caressing my cock. I drifted off into that netherworld that we go to when beating off and the next thing I knew Mitchell was in front of me. I
hurriedly covered up and was all flustered when he told me to relax – he’d come back at a better time.

Lord knows I was embarrassed, but it couldn’t have been a better surprise to have him in my room. Apparently, I had pushed the lock button, but the door hadn’t closed entirely. Mitchell had knocked but as I was in never never land, he came in when the door opened for him. “I’m also flying solo this weekend, and thought you might like to do something,” he offered. “Yeah, like getting dressed”, I said sheepishly. “Why bother,” he said. Mitchell was tall – about 6′3″, slender, with a funky blowndry hair cut in a very 80s wedge style. He had high cheekbones and piercing eyes. He was wearing a purple unisex mohair crewneck sweater that was very big on his slender frame, so big it almost had an off the shoulder look. He had on jean shorts and black penny loafers with purple socks. Very gay. He pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. I went weak in the knees and instinctively pushed back. Mitchell was nice and pulled back too. “Sorry, he said, “I thought I caught you getting hard when we were in the john,”

“I was, but I’ve never done this”, I said. “We’ll be careful, and gentle. You’ll love it. Trust me. We’re you jerking to me?” “Yes.” I responded. “Can I finish you off, at least?” “Yes – let me lock the door first,” I made my way nude and made sure it was completely locked this time.

I turned around and Mitchell had slipped off his shorts and his sweater looked like a short dress on him – that and a big semi-erect cock and purple socks made him look so HOT. I walked over and he pushed me on my bed (which was built on top of a medium height set of drawers to conserve space) and lay on top with his fuzzy mohair sweater caressing my straining my cock. He rolled off a bit and began masturbating me. I was close to cumming and Mitchell swung my torso so my legs dangled off the bed.

He then got between my spread legs and jerked my cock and played with my balls. I wanted it to last and I held on for as long as I could.

Soon Mitchell was working fingers in my ass and instantly I was shooting spurts of hot cum what seemed like 6 feet in the air. They covered Mitchell’s face as he tried to catch them in his mouth. He stroked me and squeezed real hard so my last few shots and driblets were very intense. He
then licked my cock and pubic hair clean of my cum and then we french kissed passing and smearing my cum all over each other’s faces. I quickly wanted to return the favor but Mitchell said to suck him, but only for a few minutes. This was my first ever blowjob to a guy and I loved
every minute. I had him rock hard in no time and he pulled me off and said he wanted to fuck me. I was scared shitless, but was not ready to give any signs I couldn’t handle it. He rimmed me while I kept his cock hard. We had no K-Y jelly so Mitchell worked saliva coated fingers in me and lightly rimmed my hole with his wet tongue while I kept his cock extra wet.

Mitchell had grown warm and tossed his sweater on the bed so I could get a look at this awesome hairy chest. We played with each other and then he put my ass high in the air and told me to stay doggie style and relax as best I could. I positioned myself on the bed as I had seen in many gay porn videos and couldn’t believe I was about to lose my gay virginity. Mark poked his cock head around and with every poke at my drum tight rectum, my cock strained to attention.

Soon Mitchell gave me the fat head and it cleared my sweaty, licked rectum with relative ease. Effeminate Mitchell then became very domineering as he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock in almost the full length. I thought I would be bleeding all over the place, but was relieved I wasn’t. He got into a rhythm…

The Man Who Killed (And Saved) Wall Street by Joel Stein – It turns out Mike Derjerlain-Reet-Swenson-Chang doesn’t much care about celebrities. “Five years ago, I knew nothing,” he says. “Sure, I had a subscription to Star magazine, but that was only because I didn’t have time to read the front page of the New York Times every day, and I didn’t want to seem like an idiot.”
    Derjerlain’s interest was simply saving his ass.

He came up with Franklin Templeton’s Celebrity Fund — a portfolio consisting solely of used celebrity items — because it couldn’t be indexed. “We were getting slaughtered, us fund managers,” he said over a plain foamy blended mixed organic. “You came up with the craziest portfolio you could think of [Derjerlain spent two years running Templeton's derivative of Venezuelan plastic surgery malpractice insurance], and, whatever it was, within two months Fidelity and Vanguard had an index fund that undercut your costs and kicked your ass.

It’s humiliating getting beaten by a computer program. Hell, it’s why Kasparov killed himself. It was either that or figuring out that no matter how famous you are for playing chess, it ain’t going to get you laid.” For a guy who spends his days trying to coax Karate Lohan into selling the kiddie ballet shoes her mom bought her, Derjerlain still has the sense of humor of an old-school trader. 
    Though many see Derjerlain as the executioner of Wall Street — turning it from a number-crunching, testosterone-fueled Gordon Gekko den to just one more female-dominated, intuition-driven collaborative business — he sees himself as a savior from the place’s indexing formulas.

“The writing was on the wall, sensei. We were disappearing. Like the search engine guys of the ’20s, the rappers of the ’10s, the American car companies of the ’00s. It was over.”
    He got the idea for the Celebrity Fund — which closed last November at $200 billion — from a Wall Street Journal story in January of 2029 which reported that intimate items from celebrities had risen in value more than the rupee in the previous five years: “Smart parents, including the Hanson-Hernandez-Wu-Stinkels of Woodside, have diversified part of their children’s college fund, in items like the thong Dakota Fanning wore in her first accidentally released sex video (purchased in 2026 by Dave Hanson-Hernandez-Wu-Stinkel for $6,400, now valued at $20,000), and even the handcrafted, shogun-era reproduction sword Michael Jackson used to attempt seppuku (purchased by Mr.

Hanson in October 2029 for $70,000 already worth $100,000) before Mr. Jackson’s pet monkey stopped him, put the sword away in a safe place and then shot him with a gun (which Mr. Hanson got outbid on by the PETA party, which paid $180,000).”
    ”The first item I bought for the fund,” Derjerlain says, “was the pair of sunglasses worn by that woman who was the first model

on a billboard advertisement featuring a money shot. Remember when that was a controversy?” Within a year, Morningstar had given his fund five stars, and Harvard became a major investor — a full year before they started their Celebrity Culture department.
    At the time Templeton partner James Voyles-Crane-Gorker-Oakaku thought Derjerlain was wasting his time with a obscure niche fund for risk takers, like real estate.

“I knew he was onto something big when James Cameron decided to make Titanic 2 just so Mikey could buy up all the costumes. I mean, there was no other point to that movie. They spent the first hour explaining how an iceberg could still exist today. But the costumes were huge.”
    The real breakthrough came with Derjerlain figured out that every item needed DNA verification. The buying and selling — which can amount to 1,200 transactions a day — is all done on eBay by a team of 100 specialists, mostly women in their late 40s who work at home.

They can make up to $400,000 a year, depending on bonuses, which are often paid out in celebrity undergarments.
    Derjerlain is sure the celebrity investment field will continue to grow. Fifty years ago, he points out, celebrities only did three things: act, sing and play sports. “Before Bob Vila, there wasn’t a single celebrity handyman. Crazy, right? And before Julia Child, chefs weren’t famous. Before Hsu Wang, no kid had a poster in her room of a computer-chip engineer.

Before 2020, the average person couldn’t name a single font maker, and those people used their names for the fonts. That generation had no information. People — educated people — didn’t even know what a gaffer did, much less name one.”
    That was a time when a really enterprising celebrity didn’t do more than write a children’s book, open a restaurant, paint and run a used-car dealership. “Things have changed so much. Why can’t a chef act? Why can’t a multi-national CEO be on the karaoke circuit?

Can an ultimate fighter knit on a professional level? I think Tank Boutros-Thant-Singer-Wishman answered that.”

    Investment potential was high because celebrity had infiltrated the culture on a deeply personal level.

A 2029 Derjerlain poll showed that 62 percent of Americans had met at least one celebrity, and 97 percent had one as a MySpace friend they regularly messaged. “Think about this: Name a major American city without a washed-up celebrity mayor. That’s because when they hit the E List and stop being able to get reservations at Wolfgang Puck’s Tofuria, they have to move somewhere people still care about them. And if they weren’t big-time, you can rule out the entire West and Northeast,” Derjerlain said.

“Right now Cincinnati has seven deputy mayors, six of whom were former American Idols. That place is a craphole.”
    By next year, Derjerlain predicts, you won’t be doing anything that isn’t celebrity branded. “Why are you buying hydrogen at Exxon when you could be filling up at Tom Hanks and Son? Why wouldn’t you want your hydrogen choice to say something about who you are?”
    For now, Derjerlain, famous for his playboy lifestyle, including a penthouse in Spanish Harlem and a mansion in Encino, is elusive about his next fund.

“It’s futures agenting,” he explains. “I buy a toque from a hot chef in Ghana, I move him to New York and, if I got it right, that toque goes from $100 to $20,000. Only I have 400 of his toques. As long as I’m watching him, that guy doesn’t use a toque twice.”
    And even if this kind of speculation backfires, Derjerlain doesn’t seem worried about finding a way to make money. Now, he’s famous.

But Susan could also be a prissy little bitch. Although she usually did so with dread, she could dress up and look quite stunning. When she flashed that bright smile and those sparkling eyes, she was the perfect flirt. Cute is a word you might think of to describe Susan in that femme state. But never, never, ever say she was cute to her face. She’d turn on you in a minute for saying a dumb thing like that because it showed your ignorance of her. “I’m not cute,” she’d command, her nostrils flaring. In fact, she was a woman who told you straight out how and where the sun was shining.

But Susan was an enigma in more ways than just her appearance. She used her talents quite mercilessly to fluster the local boys who were always trying to put the make on her. “Won’t they ever learn,” she’d laugh to herself. Sure, there had always been snickers about her from the time she was little. “So boyish,” people would say behind her back. Others called her a dyke, especially those boys who felt humiliated by her rejection of their advances. But Susan didn’t care. She was her own person, someone who would do just about anything and the hell with whoever might stand in her way. Susan was also the kind of woman who could be your best friend for the rest of your life. I met Susan at the Plaza Club, a Rochester work out facility and gym. It was a health club frequented by gays and lesbians but it also had a straight crowd, too. When I first saw Susan, she was wearing a bright green tank tee shirt with no bra.

Every time she bent over to pick up the barbells, silent eyes around the room would turn to catch a glimpse of her shapely, perky breasts. She loved flashing the world this way and reveled at the attention. That’s how it all happened. I was doing Nautilus exercises on the main floor when Susan set up the bench press next to me. She lay on the bench, planted her feet on the ground and spread her legs. She reached up for the bar and started doing bench presses.

As she pumped, Susan’s tee shirt tightly gripped the front of her chest. I stared when I thought she wasn’t looking and then turned away when our eyes met. I still don’t know what attracted me to her. But there was something about her that made me look. And then I noticed that…she was looking at me, too. People have always told me that I’m not too hard on the eyes. I’m about 5′7″ and weigh around 120 lbs. most of the time. I’m not loaded up top, but at 34C-24-34 my clothes don’t look bad on me, either.

That day I chose to wear black tights, a wild color-print leotard and a mid-ruff tee shirt. The leotard was one of those sexy cuts. The whole style was jokingly referred to as `fanny floss’ because it looked like a wee little bit of fabric was wedged between the cheeks of my ass. It
usually got it’s fair share of second looks, too – from both the men and the other women.

I could see that Susan was trying to be inconspicuous as she looked me over from head to toe. I was always the epitome of femininity (my mother’s words), yet I found myself strangely pulled to Susan. She was like a man and a woman at the same time. Maybe that’s what drew me to her. My life had always been somewhat unusual but today all that would change. Susan saw to that.

We traded glances as Susan bench pressed 100 pounds of weight. Her entire body would tense with each thrust. I felt a tingling of anticipation as her breath forced her chest to rise, her points poking through the thin fabric of her loose tee shirt. She lay on the bench panting, eyes closed, straining under the weight. At first, I just glanced her way. Then I stared open-mouthed. As she
reached to put the barbell on the stand, her left nipple peeked out from the corner of her tee shirt. At that moment, she met my gaze with a silent challenge, as if daring me to look even more. Then she rolled toward me, giving me a full view of both breasts as she climbed off the bench.

“See anything you like,” she said in a mocking tone. I smiled and quickly retorted “Yeah, it seems like you do have a couple of good points, in spite of what everyone says.” Susan let out a loud guffaw, as if she’d just heard the world’s funniest joke. She sidled over to me and put her arm around my shoulder. Then she pulled back my tee shirt top and looked right down at the cleavage underneath. “Seems like you’ve got the right stuff. So what else does everyone say?” she asked seriously but her smile belied her intentions.

I blushed furiously and looked around the room to see if anyone else had seen what just  happened. A few other people were on the floor but they were all busy doing sit-ups or working on their bodies. I turned my gaze back to Susan. “My name’s Bea… and are you always so forward
when you first meet someone?” She eyed me appreciatively, “Only to those who stare at my tits,” she…

She was asking personal question about my sexual knowledge. I answered all her questions about what I had done and with whom. I didn’t embellish on anything. All the talk
about sex was making me horny. When the time was getting late she asked me if I wanted to sleep in the guest bedroom or in bed with her. I had a thrill thinking that we were going to play with each other. I was quick to respond that I would love to sleep with her. That said she got up and turned off the TV and told me that she would join me as soon as she closed up the house. I went to her bedroom and started taking off my clothes and put on my nightgown a simple cotton thing.

When Sandy entered the room she simply removed her clothes. I sat on the bed watching her. She was a tall woman, all of about five-foot ten-inches. She was a dark brown haired woman and her hair was just past her shoulders and she had a prominent widow’s peak. Her eyes were brown and looked like she was about too laugh all the time. When she removed her dress my throat had a lump in it. Then she removed her bra and I can truly say that her breasts were at least an F-cup.

She cupped both of them with her hands and lifted them up and ran her hands under them as if it felt good to feel the night air under the massive breasts. Her areolas were very large and they didn’t have normal nipples on them they were just little dimples on her brown areolas. I could not take my eyes off them. This was not lost on Sandy. Then she bent over to remove her shoes. Her massive breasts swung back and forth in front of me. Then she put her fingers under the waistband of her panties.

They were full practical cotton panties in white and she rolled them down her hips. When they passed her thick thighs they fell to the floor. She lifted her legs very high as she stepped out of them. I’m sure that was for my benefit. This was my first look at her cunt. I had never seen a woman with so much hair between her legs. That is when I noticed that when she lifted her arms there was hair under her arms.

When she turned her back towards me as she picked up her discarded clothes and tossed them into a hamper I saw her crack open up. What I saw was almost heart stopping. She had
hair around the anus and it was stained brown like she had not wiped her ass very good. She simply pulled the sheets back on her bed and got in on her side. I asked if she was not going to put on a nightie. Sandy said, “I always sleep in the nude.” I felt that she would think I was just a child if I slept in a nightie, so I stood up and pulled mine over my head and
dropped it on the floor as I got under the sheets from the other side of the bed.

She just gave me a knowing smile and put her arm under my head so that I could snuggle up next to her. She was very gentle as she kissed me on the mouth. When I returned her kiss
she asked me if I wanted her to teach me about all the sexual things she knew. I begged her to please teach me everything she knew. That was all she wanted me to say. Her hands were all over my body. She took one of her massive breasts and put it in my mouth.

I was thrilled to be sucking on such big things. I was holding it with both hands as I felt her play with my young breasts. At sixteen I was built like my mother. My breasts
were already a 36-D size. She pinched each nipple until I actually felt my pussy getting wet. She rolled me over onto my back so that she could suck on my tits. Then she licked her way to my pussy.

I was concerned that she would see just how wet I was and stop playing with me. If she noticed just how wet I was she didn’t give me a clue. She parted my light brown hair with her
fingers and opened up my pussy so she could check it out. I wondered just what she was going to do. I didn’t have to wait long. She stuck out her tongue and licked my cunt all the way from my asshole to my clit.

I could not hold still, me butt was wiggling all over the
bed. When she took my clitoris into her mouth I held still
because it felt as if I moved her mouth might slip of my love
button.

As she was doing this she put a hand between my buns
and her long finger pushed into my anus. It hurt a little but her
mouth on my clit took my mind off everything else. I had my
first climax at the hands of an experienced woman. I was
exhausted but she was not finished. She…