The urges and desires, and the need to fulfill them.This was before the internet, but there were personals, and that’s were I found Ted. He was much... much older than me, a retired school teacher. Whether it was true or not, I assumed he liked younger boys and contacted him. He still looked great for his age, fit and tan from hours spent laying out by his pool. I was nervous, but just seeing him put me at ease. Soft spoken and nice, he was so different than the older boy that I was with before.. Finally, as this is an experiment, future installments will rely greatly onreader responses. I?ve no plan in beating this horse onward if it is dead, nomatter how much I am enjoying its misery. That said, I present to you, dearreader, the second installment of ?The Chronicles of Jerry O?Connell?.One Man?s ArtPrologue:The girl on the closed circuit monitor was beautiful. Her long auburn hairand flashing gray eyes gave way to a face of pristine innocence, coupled withfiery sexuality. She was one. She chuckled and hit the mark the second time. After a long drink, she held out the half-empty bottle to me.A drop running down my nose let me know she wasn’t the only one who had been sweating. I leaned against the table, finished the bottle, and wished I had two more.“You’re the first guy who didn’t freak out and stop,” she said.“I almost did.”“I’m so glad you didn’t. God!”“Do you always come like that? So fast?”She nodded. “I asked my ob-gyn about it. She said my vagina is closer to my. What’s so bad that you can’t tell your bestest buddy?’ He growled, ‘You’d have to ask Erica that. It was her fucking secret!’ Alan refused to say any more, he simply stared at his pint in silence. I was quite annoyed now, ‘Right! You’ve been in a mood since last Thursday. I’m fucked if I’m gonna spend my evening watching you sulk. I’m off!’ I stood up and marched out. Alan dashed after me and caught up outside, ‘Manni, I’m sorry… It’s just Erica dropped a bombshell on me last week and I’m.