I had short dirty blond hair, green eyes and lightly tan skin. There was a boy who brought me out of my shell and allowed me to explore who I truly wa... and who I am today. May, 1990 When you have a secret like the one I have you feel very different. None of the other boys that I knew were like me. My secret, I like other boys. It is hard for a twelve year old to understand feelings like that. I have always had thoughts about other boys but I knew it wasn't normal and wasn't sure how to handle. The club’s biggest task now, with most of the custodians drafted or gone to better jobs, was to clean the school after classes. It usually took only a half an hour for the twenty-some boys and two girls to empty trash cans, pick up debris, wash blackboards and sweep the steps and halls.He met kids he hadn’t known in elementary school and made some new friends as they pushed big brooms down the long, wood-floored halls. Then one fall day while he was standing in the milk line in the cafeteria. She didn’t want to remove her clit from his mouth just yet, his tongue bringing her closer to an ultimate joy, so she wrapped both of her hands around his cock and held him tight while licking and kissing his soft but firm hood, masturbating and sucking him in turns while focused almost entirely on what was going on down between her legs. It took just a few more minutes, Edy bringing her knees up alongside Jorge’s head, grinding down with her hips, pushing her groin onto Jorge’s face, finally. I might be a bit of a geek but I’m a nice guy and sometimes that’s all it takes with the ladies. I read a lot and sometimes I like to go to bars with a book and read. I know it sounds funny but books can be great conversation starters. I’ve met more than a few lovlies with a good book in my hand.I’ve tried parlaying my love for reading into writing. I’ve found it to be a very nice outlet for me. I love urban erotica and I try to write hot short stories. I think I have a pretty erotic mind. They.