The Kennedys were held in high regard, especially in the northeast, so it was only natural that parents would be partial to the name of ‘John’ for...their male children born soon after that sad event.“Hi, I’m Michael; this is Tom, and this is Gary. You’ve been assigned to our programming group.”John, who had been in the middle of his daydream, jumped with surprise.“Hi, I’m John. Pleased to meet you.”“We’re looking for one more person to share our apartment; it’s the first floor of a two-family. ” Hmmm, what do I say now? Brett told me he had pretty much always known he was gay. He didn’t come out until his senior year of high school. He was afraid that everyone would hate him and his friends would leave him. He had been going out with a girl to keep up pretenses and told her first. “Of course you are, honey,” she told him. “Everybody already knows.” It turned out to be true. Brett was six-three and had played basketball. He told the coach who said, “Thank God, we don’t have to dance. Leave me alone now please” she pleaded. “Too late,” said Barny as he ploughed her arse again, blood lubricating his engorged dick, which he thrust into her mercilessly until after another ten minute fuck, he yelled, “I’m cumming again,” and for the second time emptied his balls into her bowels.Tracey’s mouth had got her into trouble again – she thought she was miss smartarse; miss untouchable. BAD CHOICE!Bob, meantime, decide Tracey’s tits were too good to pass by; he pulled his now hard 8”. My date could kiss and play with my cock through my pants. Because Willy had tits and I didn’t (You know what I mean) I was allowed to get a hand job with my cock sticking out of my zipper, but no blow jobs.She was allowed the same rules with her date. So, no problem, right?Wrong!A friend of mine from work, Bobby, told me that she and this guy had done considerably more. He said she gave him blow jobs, titty fucks, and might have fucked the guy. He wasn’t sure about the fucking part, but he had.