As a child, I remember experimenting withfriends at sleep-overs. Two guys crawl in bed togetherjust to see what it’s like. One pretends to be th...woman. As I entered puberty, every sleepover developedinto a 5-boy circle-jerk at some point. We nevertouched each other, but didn’t find anything weirdabout it. Then at 15 I had a night with a friend where we wantedto find out if we were completely straight or not. Itwas awkward and a contributing factor to the end of ourfriendship. That. " Her voice was stern, but an amused smile touched her eyes, "I'm trying to create a pretty little girl of you, not one of those enormous black and white Panda bears Miss Gaugan told us about!"I flashed agreement with my eyes - if I'd nodded I would have stuck myself on the kohl pencil - and hoped that Lizzy would get the message. I felt suddenly sad inside at the though that we would not be hearing anymore about the exotic animals of the world from Miss Gaugan. Indeed, we would likely never. Go finish what you need to do.Him: Yeah, man. You too.That was the night I decided this was going to happen. I didn’t know how or when, but I was going to taste that gorgeous boy’s cum. But just then, it was time for the lotion and my good right hand.I knew I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, have a three-way with him and a girl. I decided to give him a little space. But then I got a text three nights later.*It’s night, Not really late, and I don’t remember the hour, but dark. Trevor was at work,. He had recently returned from a particularly nasty tour of duty in Afghanistan and was filled with a sense of wanting to leave a Jack Junior around to carry on the line of Bostonian Maloney males.He was suitably relieved and forever grateful to young Captain Lynch for laughing off his moment of weakness after several shots of Jack Daniels.They celebrated their escape from the boredom of marriage by an all-night session of frenzied copulation under a full moon on the beach just outside Norfolk,.