This should be sent only to those whose level of maturity qualifies them to relate to it...1966: Long hair2016: Longing for hair1966: KEG2016: EKG1966... Acid rock2016: Acid reflux1966: Moving to California because it's cool2016: Moving to Arizona because it's warm1966: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor2016: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor1966: Seeds and stems2016: Roughage1966: Hoping for a BMW2016: Hoping for a BM1966: Going to a new, hip joint2016: Receiving a. We watched and laughed, changed channels when a lousy act came on, and then ended up back on that channel again. Bumping against each other under the blanket we laughed and commented, draining a second, then a third glass of wine and leaving the Merlot bottle empty. It was such a sweet time, innocent in its own way, save for the touching of our skin under the blanket. I was surprised how much this young woman, twenty-seven years my junior, agreed with me on what was funny and what wasn't, and. "Well, Matthew?" "You have a great body, Mr. Ponce. I mean...Robert." He laughed awkwardly. "That's not what I meant," he replied as he walked slowly towards me. He unbuttoned my jeans causing my cock to expand and whispered "it's your turn." I slid off my jeans and stood there in my black boxer-briefs, knowing that my bulge was obvious. He licked his lips behind that grizzly goatee and said "Alright. Let's have a good day."We swam a bit in the water and talked and we developed the habit that. Still, whenever I wasn't around her for any significant length of time my mind started wandering back to that night in Ben's room, and to big juicy dicks in general. Once when I was home for winter break I drove to the adult store a few towns away and bought two realistic-looking-and-feeling dildos along with a pair of pink panties that had the word SLUT printed on the ass. I would get rock hard as soon as I put on that naughty underwear and then spend hours practicing with the dildos, trying.