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Nate slowly, gently dried me, neglecting himself, then powdered me and told me to go get in bed. As I got into bed, I hungered for Nate's dick in my mouth and thirsted for his warm, salty cum, but Nate took some time returning from the bathroom, and I was sound asleep by the time he came in and curled up next to me. From time-to-time during the night I was aware of his warmth, his hardness against me, but I never actually awakened.

Early the next morning, just as the sun was rising, I felt Nate stirring, and I felt him take my dick into his warm, moist mouth, but without urgency. I was hard, but I wasn't going to cum anytime soon. Nate's motions were slow, deliberate. As he ran his tongue up and down my hardened shaft, he would lightly brush his fingertips across that sensitive area below my navel and above my pubic hair. Each touch would send tremors throughout my body, with a sensation of being tickled on some deep, deep level. As each tremor would start, I couldn't wait for it to end, then when it ended, I would want it to start all over again. And, with each tremor, I felt a deep sense of emptiness in my ass, like I wanted something in it. This need and this desire I would explore later, but for now, I simply contracted the muscles in my ass in a somewhat exaggerated manner and gave myself over to the enjoyment.

I should have felt somewhat guilty about not turning my attention to Nate, as I had planned to do before I went to sleep, but he was obviously taking pleasure in my enjoyment, so those thoughts passed. Finally, I was ready to give in. I knelt in the bed, and Nate came up behind me. I could feel his hard pubic bone rubbing against my ass, and thought if he hadn't shaved, I also feel stiff, wiry, stimulating pubic hair against my ass. Nate wrapped his right hand around my right side and grasped my dick slowly pulling from the base to the head, and he cupped his left hand under my dick. I came. Nate worked at pulling every drop from me, and when I had finished, Nate took his hand and lubricated my ass. Generously and deeply. I had been so involved in my own pleasure, I was surprised to find out that Nate could so easily enter me. He was hard and thick.

Soon, I was flat on my stomach, with my legs spread wide, and Nate was pushing in and pulling out in short, quick motions rubbing my back, massaging my shoulders and kissing me gently on my neck. From time-to-time, he'd stick his tongue in my ears. Soon, my entire body was moist. Suddenly, Nate pulled out and drug me to the edge of the bed. He placed my legs around his hips, leaned over me and then began pounding. The muscle contractions I had practiced just minutes before became useful. As Nate would get inside me, I would grasp his dick and pull it in just a bit more. Each time I did this, Nate would softly moan. Just before he came, Nate pulled out and shot his load on my lower back. He slapped his dick against my back to empty it then pulled me up, off the bed, wrapped his arms around my back, squeezed me and nuzzled my back.

Our meeting was scheduled for Tuesday morning in one of those ultra-sleek, Dutch modern, steel, stone and glass monstrosities out on the A10. To arrive on time, we had to leave the hotel by 7:15 a.m. When we arrived, a bit early, we were met by one of those typical Dutch girls - tall, a bit severe from a distance, but an engaging smile closer up. She immediately apologized for not being able to reach us to tell us the CFO's flight from Karachi had been cancelled and that he was not expected to be in Amsterdam until Wednesday afternoon. Could we return on Thursday? It was all a bit frustrating, but flight cancellations are a fact of business travel these days. As Brian and I left the building, it had begun snowing. It was one of those typical Amsterdam snowfalls - big wet flakes, but no icing and no build up. Brian was unaccustomed to snow, and he suggested we return to the hotel and change and take a drive through the Dutch countryside. I knew the Dutch countryside around Amsterdam was not much to see, and I also knew the traffic would be terrible. But, Brian was so excited I just couldn't say no. We raced back to the hotel, changed into sweaters and jeans and headed out the A4 towards Haarlem and Den Haag.

After we got out of Amsterdam proper, the snow picked up a bit, and the traffic remained terrible. We pulled off the A4 at Leiden and stopped for coffee. When we came back out, I glanced over at the A4, saw cars stretched for miles, and suggested that we cut over to a coastal road. We headed towards Katwijk aan Zee. It was mistake. When we saw the sea, we both felt we were in trouble. The sky was gray and heavy, the wind was blowing strongly off the sea, there were white caps, and the ice had begun building up on the windshield. It seemed prudent to head back in the general direction of Amsterdam, so I turned toward Haarlem. By the time we had made it to Noordwijk aan Zee, the snow was building up fast and the road was turning icy. The English television stations had forecast 2º/C for Amsterdam, so I hoped this would end soon. We stopped at a café and had a fairly typical Dutch lunch, a thick soup, some sausages and bread, and, of course, a couple of Grolisch's each. The storm did not seem to be abating, and the proprietress came over to hustle us out so she could close. I asked if she knew of any rooms available in the area, and, as luck would have it, she ran a gasthaus upstairs and had one room left. We took it.

had no Idea what I was in for when my friend Brian asked me to take a road trip with him to his girlfriends for the weekend. As we drove he made a stop at a rest stop on the side of the highway he was gone a long time and I was getting concerned when he finally arrived back at the car with his jeans half undone and his shirt all untucked.
"What the hell happened?" I asked as we pulled out.
"There is something you need to know Ben" he said "I have no girl in Toronto"
'then why are we going?"
"I have a boy friend there"
"hungh?"
"I am gay and I just fucked a Cop in the rest stop stall!"
"Really"
"yeah it was fucking hot too, he was hung and very forceful it was awesome!"
We drove in silence for a while when I finally asked what it was like to do something like that. Je said he figured the only way to get me to understand it was to experience it. When I said I was not gay he said I was a liar....he was right I had been dating men since the tenth grade.
Just then another rest stop came into view and Brian pulled in there were no cars around as he turned the engine off.
"You have been cruising right Ben?"
"Yeah why"
"rest stop cock is no different people who stop here want one thing, they give the same look as in the bars.... that is your invite to follow him into a stall.
We sat watching traffic for about an hour when as I sat on the hood smoking a cigarette a dump truck pulled into the lot and a very muscular man jumped down from the cab. He was shaved bald except a hair patch under his lip. He wore jeans with a big belt buck and a muscle shirt that was a size too small to show off his arms. His cowboy boots crumpled the gravel as he walked by. He was smoking a cigarette himself as he threw me a wink as he looked me over in my khakis, sandals and black t-shirt.
I looked back through the window as B motioned me forward with a wink and kiss. I followed him into the can and took the urinal next to him as he stood there. As I released my cock I felt his hand on my ass. It slowly rubbed it as I looked him in the eye he licked his lips.
"Sssssssoo " I opened " I bet the vibrations in that truck make a guy horny"
"'god damn right cutie, any idea what I should do about it?"
"I can think of a couple of things" I said as I undid my pants and stepped out of them and naked from the waist down walked into a stall. I sat on the john as he entered and closed the door behind. I undid his big buckle and let his jeans drop exposing his shaven cock and pubes region and a seven inch and thick cock looking at me. I grabbed it and put into my mouth using lots of spit to lube and slick his sweaty cock as he threw his hands out to the walls to brace himself as I sucked him hard and fast.
"Shit you little highway bitch you suck good cock, I bet you have a hot little anus to fuck don't you!"
"Maybe" I said "maybe you should find out" His cock was nice and slick as he pulled me out and bent me over the sink and rammed me hard from behind.
"Yeah I knew your ass was doable"
"jerk me off while you fuck me!"
He did as ordered and used his strong hand to jerk me off ass he pounded my ass.
"Yeah ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuck yer big cock is soooo good" I screramed.
"Yeah your ass is about to be filled with come"
"fucking A ah yeah fill me up" I begged as he emptied his seed into my ass. Seconds later I covered his hand with my own come. Which he quickly licked off his hand.
I came back to the car with my disheveled clothes to Brian looked at me smiling.
"How was it?"
"Holy fuck I came so hard"
"yeah I know, no climax like nasty road side climax eh."
"Wanna taste?"
"Yeah"
So I kissed him the first time Brian and I kissed. Before I knew it we were out of car and in the stall again buck naked and He was sitting on the can and deep inside me as he fucked me the ass.
We took turns fucking each others ass and got dressed,
By the time we to Toronto we had taken turns driving while the getting his dick sucked. We are not a couple Brian and I but we meet at road side rest stops and fuck like crazy.

Walking distance from my apartment was an adult theatre and book store. I was curious about both but never ventured into either. One evening after being out on the local bar scene I came home a little drunk and alone. I was horny and got my courage up to visit the book store. It was exciting to see on display pussy and cock. Well I got so hard after browsing for some time that I went home and had the best jack off I had had in some time. The book store became my release outlet whenever I was unsuccessful in getting a woman after a night out.

There was an arcade in the back of the book store but I was too timid to venture in until one night when for whatever reason I got the courage to get some tokens from the front counter and went in. In a hurry I picked the first both, went in, deposited the tokens and began to watch the movie. It was at a swimming pool. I remembered being at the swimming pool as a teenager. In particular I was thinking about the changing rooms when the next scene was two guys, naked in the changing room. Well by now with my recollections of the changing room and seeing two guys naked I pulled out my cock and began to jack off. Just then the guys in the movie started doing the same and I really got hard. Then they started to jack each other off and I remembered doing the same thing. Just as I was feeling real good I felt a finger touch my throbbing cock. What is this I thought. The finger became a hand that gently pulled me to the wall where to my surprise my cock felt a hole in the wall. I let the hand pull my cock through the hole and the next thing I knew I was experiencing the best blow job of my life! Needless to say I exploded with an intense orgasm and filled some ones mouth with a huge load of cum.

After this experience I went to the book store arcade every weekend. But now rather than going into a booth immediately I would look at the guys hanging around and wonder which one was going to suck me off tonight. Doing this really got me hard and ready. Then I would pick a booth, go in, immediately deposit some token, pull out my cock and start jacking off, just waiting for the finger and hand to come through the wall. I was hooked. I never had a blow job from a chick as good as I was getting here.

One night I decided to do more than just get a blow job. I was pretty high from drinking. I went to my apartment and took off my jeans and underwear. I don't know how I got he idea but I got some vaseline and loaded my asshole with it. Now, I knew the pleasure of my asshole because I often fingered mine while jacking off. My idea was to take a cock up the ass while jacking off. So, I put my jeans on without underwear and off to the book store I went. I went to a booth at the very back. I left the door open and dropped by jeans to my ankles with my ass to the open door and began to jack off. The next thing I knew I felt a cock rubbing my ass cheeks. Without turning around I bent over and felt that cock begin to push at my lubed and relaxed hole. Suddenly another guy was standing next to me in the booth with his stiff cock by my side. Without thought I reached up (by now I was on my hands and knees with a nice sized cock in my ass hole) and began jacking off the new stranger. Then a cock came through the hole in the wall on the other side and again without thought I put my mouth on it and began to give my first blow job. The cock in my mouth felt so good I could not imagine why chicks didn't suck all the time. So now I am jacking off one guy, blowing another and getting fucked the ass. It was heaven. The cock in my ass was milking my prostate, the cock in my mouth was throbbing as I tongued the soft head and the cock in my hand was dripping pre cum. I don't know who came first but suddenly I was swallowing a load while feeling a hot load on my hand. I do know that the guy ass fucking me was the last to cum and as he did I reached down stroked my throbbing cock and had the most intense orgasm of my life. I had cum on my face, on my hand and dripping from my asshole. It was pure heaven.

That was that last time I went to the bookstore arcade and I have dreamed about it often. But, it wasn't the last time I visited any adult book store and had a sexual experience.

I walking around a local beauty spot, which is idylically set around a lovely huge lake, and surrounding woodland, i stopped occasionally and chatted with the local anglers, about what they had caught, and the one's that had got away, wishing them tight lines i carried on with my walk.
After an hour or so i really needed to pee.
I knew there was a public toilet set back off the trail, and it wasn't a long walk, so i headed off in that general direction.
Upon reaching the toilet, and opening the 1st door, and then entering in through the 2nd door, i reached the urinal, and relieved myself with a glee.
As i was just finishing off and shaking my cock, i heard the door open, i turned to see this young good looking youth come in, i would say he was around 25 years of age, shaved hair, around 6 foot tall, he was wearing football shorts, a t shirt, and white trainers.
I smiled and said hello, he returned my hello and came and stood beside me at the urinal.
He pulled his cock from his shorts, i couldn't help but to sneak a look,it indeed was a nice looking cock.
I tucked my own cock back in my jeans and walked over to the sink and started to rinse my hands, i turned to dry them but there were no paper towels left, i said " damn ", he looked at me and said, everything ok?
I said yeah, but theres no paper towels to dry my hands with.
He turned to me with his cock semi hard and said, you could dry them on my cock.
I was a taken back a little, but i couldn't refuse this offer.
I said ok, walked over and started to stroke his cock, it instantly sprang in to life, it was aroung 8″ in length, with a good thick girth, slowly i started to manipulate his wonderful cock.
OH, yes, that's good he said.
I ran the tip of my thumb over the head of his big purple cock, and could feel the pre cum moistening his big cock, i lifted my thumb to my mouth and sucked the cum from it, constantly stroking this cock, all the way up and down it's magnificent length.
I dipped my head down and licked the length of his cock, running my tongue around his helmet, and probing my tongue into his pee hole.
He arched his back thrusting his hips towards me slightly saying OH YEAH SUCK MY BIG HARD COCK, TAKE ME IN YOUR MOUTH.

Before we start, let me introduce you to the five main characters. Jean was about 5'10″ with light brown, medium combed back hair, brown beautiful eyes and facial features that are somewhat feminine, yet still handsomely rugged at the same time. Paul was 6′ with slightly longer black hair and sideburns. He was Italian and though he had somewhat of a large nose, he had the cutest face and smile. Tony was also Italian at about 6'4″ tall with a black flattop and slender facial features. Brad was 5'10″ with blonde, short spiked hair, baby blue eyes and a babyface that could disarm many. Then there's Jacob who was 6'1″ with shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes and a rugged poet or artist type look with a little bit of gruff as he was the only one not cleanshaven. All of them were ripped with model physiques. That's because they were all models. Fashion models in town for a shoot. They were staying at Brad's summer house, which was fully equipped with a pool and bar, for the weekend of the shoot.

All of them were in the closet homosexuals who only dated their "girlfriends" as a media cover to avoid hassle. None of them had a "boys night" for a while and had looked forward to getting off the shoot for the day. Everyone except Paul are in the pool playing volleyball in really tight swimtrunks. Paul had drank a few and was hanging by the poolstairs watching. "You can take my place the next game, man" yelled Jacob. They were all having a good time and when the game was over, Jacob waded over to Paul and said "Come on, man, you wanna play some? I..." Jacob stopped midsentence when he looked down and saw something through the water. Paul had a raging hardon poking against his tights. "I kind of wanted to get an early start on the other game" Paul said. With that, Jacob smiled back and kneeled with just his head above water as he pulled on Paul's pants and Paul stepped out. Out flipped his large, thick, hard penis which was about 12′ long. Jacob looked directly into Paul's lustful eyes as he palmed his massive erection for a minute. The others had grown silent. Then Jacob ducked his head underwater and went down on Paul's dick as he held his breath. The others hooted and hollered in the background and smiled at each other as they had been fondling each other while watching. Once they saw Jacob go under, they swam over to join in. Jacob would go under, blowing him for a few seconds, then come up for air a few seconds, and go back under. They stopped momentarily as Paul moved up to sit on the pool's edge. Once Paul reseated himself, Jacob wasted no time going right back down on Paul's pulsing, hot penis. As he sucked, he felt someone grab his hips and surprise him by slipping their long, thin veiny cock into his ass as they spread his cheeks. It was Tony. He could tell because his cock was thin and somewhere between 13 and 14 inches long. Along with some of the cool water, Tony's cock entering him created a cooling sensation momentarily. Right beside them, Jean and Brad were heavily kissing as Brad stopped, cupped some water in his hands, and dropped it over Jean's pecs, letting the water flow down. Then Brad started sucking on Jean's muscular pecs and kissing and fingering his way down his chiseled form to his abs, then teasingly going back up and sticking his tongue down Jeans' throat once again, while rubbing their hard, wet cocks against one another's. Back to the other three, Jacob was in heaven as he had Paul's deliciously large penis in his mouth while Tony's long member was working his ass at as fast a pace as he could muster underwater. Tony reached around to jack Jacob off as he nailed his tight ass. In another minute, Tony came hard as he pulled Jacob into him shuddering. Then Jacob pulled off Paul just in time to have Paul's massive load land all over his face and lips.

Brad was now in the middle of a blowjob with Jean when Paul had the idea to move it to the beach out back. "We can all eat" he said smiling. "Good idea" said Brad. So Brad and Sean got up and, with the others, went out back. They found a shaded spot of sand beneath a palm tree and bedded down. Everyone formed an oral chain with Jacob sucking Jean, Jean sucking Paul, Paul sucking Brad, Brad sucking Tony, and Tony sucking Jacob. As Brad was sucking Tony, he could barely go down the entire length, but he had a good time trying as he gagged a few times but just used the extra saliva for added effect as he sucked and gulped harder. In a minute, everyone was going at it hard as they sucked and jacked each other at a very fast pace, with each trying to be the first the hot, salty reward. Then Brad stopped and said "Anyone ready to fuck now?" At that, everyone stopped and got up. Then Jean laid on the ground on his stomach with his wet 9″ erection rubbing the cool sand. Then he felt Brad's 10 inches enter his puckered backdoor slowly. Then Jacob came behind Brad, and entered. Then Tony entered Jacob , and Paul entered Tony. Once positioned, they were all pumping at each other's well-toned asses like one giant, sweaty, muscular piston. As they were pounding each others soft, firm anal crevices, everyone was moaning and grunting like wildmen. Jean was the first to cum as he was squashed against the sand with the pressure of four men pounding his cute, round ass when he came on the sand and his own stomach as they continued to pump away. Then Tony screamed "Ah-ah-ah-aaaahhhh!" as he flexed his pecs and abs hard, cumming almost in Jacob's bowels. Then Tony got out to watch and Paul entered Jacob's dripping fuckhole in his place, slipping his thick penis in in no time at all. After another minute, Jacob could take no more as he grabbed Brad's ass and squeezed, cumming hard. Jacob left and Paul went to Brad's eager fuckhole.

Paul was on a roll! Paul slipped his still hard monster into Brad's soft ass and starting slamming it rough, and sure enough, Brad blew his loadfilling up Jean's tight ass. It was now down to Paul and Jean as Jean was staying in still. Paul started pounding him and to everyone's surprise, both were lasting what seemed like forever. Tony then got behind Paul, hard again, and slipped into him from behind. Brad moved to kiss him and feel up his rock hard body as Paul finally came like a geyser, filling up Jeans' cute ass so much that it was running in streams down his legs. They all collapsed in a mass of hot, sticky, sweaty muscle. "Brad...*huff huff*" Paul said out of breath. "Yeah." "How long do we have here?" "One more night." "We gotta do this more often." "Yeah."

This story is a true one from my life experiences. Last night I met with a guy I knew from way back neither of us knew the other was gay or bi. We started talking sex and he told me that he loves asses. Men's and women's asses. I came clean and told him that I loved having my ass and mouth filled with cock! So we are talking about what we had just learned about one another when I head a knock at his front door. It was two of my other friends from school. He had invited them knowing I haven't seen any of them in a long time. Mug first friend pulls me aside and told me they were both gay as well. So I said fuck it who wants to fill my holes. They had puzzling faces on because they hadn't known about me. But when I unzipped one of their pants and pulled out a soft cock and sucked on it so hard became right there in my mouth the other one got the picture. So we all got naked and started stoking each others cocks and rubbing balls. I asked who wants what from who they all said they wanted me. One said I got dibs on that ass another wanted my mouth and the other sat and watched until he could get hard again. The one fucking my face took no time at all to figure out that I could deep throat. The one in my ass said he loved how tight my hole was. And the other one didn't last long just sitting watching he slid under me and started sucking on my cock. not to much after he started he had a mouthful of my spunk. Since I came my ass hole got even tighter and made the guy in my ass cum deep in me bareback!! And feeling his big hot load hit my insides made me suck the other guy harder and I got another large load of cream in the back of my throat and he kept fucking my face until I swallowed all of it. We all took a little break just stroking each other and chatting until I told them I have always wanted to try two cocks in my ass at one time so they all got rock hard instantly. We all got lubed up even more than we already were and I sat down on one of them with their cock standing at attention for me. When I got all of the way down on it I sat there for a minute to get used to the position then another one came up from behind me pushed me over a little so he could have a better angle but carefully making sure the first guys cock didn't come out of me and then I felt my asshole was on fire the bulbous head of his cock was pushing through and just about to pop in. Then out of no where he just s slammed his whole cock down the other guys cock and balls deep into me. I couldn't breathe it hurt so bad at first. Or maybe it was just because I was getting face fucked again at the same time the. It started to feel good. I had two rock hard grown men's cocks balls deep in me and they were both pounding away and I was sucking the cock in front of me like it was going out of style. He came so hard in my mouth I almost gagged. But just then I felt the two cocks in my ass swell up even more and both shoot nice big hot loads of cum deep in my ass. And that made me lose control ok shot my load all over the guys chest I was sitting on. Then I passed out.

The next morning was a whole other story so let me know if you liked this one and maybe I'll tell you what happened the next day.

Where do I begin?

Okay, first of all, I'm not some kind of freak. I'm just a normal guy like you. Sort of.

I first discovered my ability when I was nine. I was mad at my brother, and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I turned and flopped on the bed, face buried in my pillow. Behind me, I heard someone kick the door. I turned around, and saw...me. It was actually me, a second me, staring at the door, back of my neck red with anger. I--I mean, he--turned around and saw me. Both our eyes went wide.

Somehow, in my rush of emotion, I'd split myself into two people. The same person, only twice. As I grew up, I learned how to control it--to split myself at will, and my split selves could split themselves again. If I wanted, I could be a hundred versions of me. When I was done, I could collapse back down into a single version, and I would remember being all the versions of me while apart. Needless to say, this comes in extremely handy when I need to move furniture.

But I never told anyone. Even at the age of nine, I knew this wasn't normal. I'd only do it behind close doors, when no one else was around.

You'd think I could somehow find a way to use this power to make myself rich or popular. Hardly. My multiple selves didn't have any special abilities--there was just more of me. So I'm 26, boring job, no girlfriend. If I want to stay home from work, I can just send another version, but that version still has to go, and when we combine again, I remember the whole day at work anyway, so what's the point?

Did I mention I've got no girlfriend? Yes, I see I did. It makes a guy horny. Last Saturday, I was hanging out at home, watching porn. One girl wore a strap-on, and fucked another girl in the ass. Nice. I was stroking my hard cock, getting really wrapped up in the scene, when I accidentally split in two, which hadn't happened for a long time.

I looked over at the split-off me, sitting next to me on the couch, his own pants around his knees and his own hard cock in his hand.

It all started one day, when me and my friend decided to go to his house and play some video games. His parents weren't home and this would be a good time to crank the music as loud as we wanted too. When we arrived at my friend's house, I traveled straight to the game room downstairs in the basement. When I got down in the game room, I noticed a few of the playboy's that he had out on the table and a video tape that was labeled, "Rough Riders". This wasn't uncommon because we often had looked at playboy's together and watched Cinemax. I picked one up and started to look at it.

While I was downstairs, my friend was upstairs taking care of some last minute chores so just incase his mom came home early from work. When he finally came down the stairs, I was already stroking my boner through my pants and frantically straightened up when he walked through the door. He asked me, "what are you doing", and I said, "nothing". He must have decided to drop it because the next question out of his mouth was one that demanded which video game I wished to play. I didn't respond. He asked me again, and again I didn't respond. This made him sort of irritated with me but he soon got over it and just picked a game that he could play by himself.

I decided that just watching him was boring and I was starting to get hungry, so I said I was going t pick out a CD that we could listen to and I was gonna go raid his fridge. He just sort of grunted as I left. Well in his house, you have to pass by the laundry room in order to get to the kitchen. When I passed by, I noticed that there was a bunch of panties in a clean basket. His mother was very skinny and more on the petite side so she wore not only bikini style, but exotic panties such as thongs and see-through lace. When I saw these I was so turned on and I went over to see them. I bent my knees and got closer to them so I could study them more closely. I noticed one pair that really snatched my attention, a pair of black thong panties with a lacy band. I took them out and examined them. I felt them, smelled them, and brought them closer to my face. They where soft and silky, warm and fresh, I wanted them so badly. I gazed around to see if my friend was upstairs or maybe watching me, but he wasn't, so I took them and put them in my pocket to have when I got home.

I went to the kitchen with my panties, and looked for something to eat. Sadly my search, turned into a lost cause and I ended up with some bread. Suddenly my phone began to vibrate, and when I reached into my pocket, I felt the soft fabric on my skin, and that's when I decided that I wouldn't take it anymore, I wanted to try them on and ware them.

I ignored the call and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took the panties out of my pocket and set them on the sink while I stripped myself down to just my t-shirt. I again picked up the panties and stared at them. I looked at them for a long time, and then in one motion, I bent down putting one leg into one hole, and then the other followed. By this time, I was really excited; my erection was so big that it actually hurt. The tip of my dick was poking out of the top to the lace like it was trying to save one last bit of my masculinity before disappearing into the unknown abyss.

As soon as I got my pants on, my friend's steps up the creaky stairs could be heard. I went out to greet him. He asked me what was taking so long, and I was so shaken up by the shock of wearing panties and that he was right there. I told him I had to use the john, and he seemed to accept this excuse. He said that he thought we should go back downstairs and play a game. When we came back downstairs, I went to sit down on his couch but he slid in before I could seat myself, and I ended up sitting on top of him. Luckily to my mistake, I forgot to wear a belt that day and when he gazed at my presence on his body, he saw where my crack should be, the thong lace panties that I had stolen from the hamper.

He yelled, "Why are you wearing panties?"

The Attraction

It was during my second year at University as a mature student that I came dramatically into contact with Sean, and after that occasion my admiration for him became greater. He was twenty when he started at the same Midlands University as me, and the two years he had worked before joining my media course had marked him out as mature in character and in physique. Oh the eighteen-year-old lads were in some ways prettier, but they were mere undeveloped callow youths in comparison to Sean's properly formed manliness. Sean was even slightly ugly, for his already rugged face look a little tired and gave the air of not been looked after, at least when seen in company of those fresh yoofs whose faces didn't look as though they'd ever been out in the rain. I admit now that Sean had stood out for me right away, but I never made any attempt to admit my attraction, or to develop it.

All the way through the first year and well into the second I observed Sean from afar, but without obsession. He knew him to like pranks and be almost as laddish as the 18year olds, but never quite as bad. Indeed I saw a distance between him and these lads who had come straight from school, and I noticed the maturity that distinguished him from them, and also looked to that difference as an opening for me to approach him. The younger lads were always friendly to me but I knew they regarded me as "not one of them", so even if I had wanted closer contact I knew it to be useless. Sometimes I thought Sean would let me be his friend because I felt closer to him than he might feel to the eighteen year olds, but I never acted on that hope.

My contacts with Sean were no more than with any other member of my class, it's just I noticed them more and was more grateful for the times he sat near me, or we worked together in a group or in a pair. Halfway through the course I had allowed Sean to be nothing more than a friendly colleague, and resisted the need to be more because I was afraid of rejection. When the chance came for me to do a turn for Sean, I did it with effort and enthusiasm and tried hard to please him even in the smallest thing. So it was especially painfully to me when I let Sean down by failing to do what I promised him; little did I realize, however, that my psychological pain would become physical too.