I understood why some men like to be fucked, then. And I realized I was one of them. My purchases at the porn store became exclusively male. I guess b...cause it was always the same day and time that I went in there, it was nearly always Paul at the counter. He'd gotten to know me and my preferences. We usually chatted now, as he bagged up my purchases. Not about sex, just banter. Where I'd been... what was on for the weekend. Guy stuff. He was a lot older than me, but he was nice.Then here we. After a mile and a half of this, the old lady had suffered with my foolishness for long enough, pulling out into the left lane, quickly passing me by. She caught the next two lights, but got stopped at the third, with me changing lanes right behind her, then letting her know I had my own horn too, and that it was as loud as hers was. I didn't wait for the light to change to start in with blowing mine.After I got tired of doing that to her, I changed lanes again and headed off towards Gresham. I. When it was over, Barry opened up one of his dresser drawers, and produced a VHS tape that contained our next source of entertainment. Namely, a low-budget X-rated movie. There is something deliciously titillating about taking in a porn flick as part of a mixed-company gathering. It certainly got Julia worked up. It wasn't long before she and I had retreated to her room. We spent a good part of the night putting into practice what we'd watched.The next morning, the sun was shining brightly in a. Although his social life was in the shitter, Tommy's incredible metabolism made him a star cross-country runner. With his junk properly secured, Tommy could run 10 miles in an hour no problem. It was this, along with his impressive academic accomplishments, that got him into all the top colleges.College was an entirely different experience for Tommy. Instead of disgust, people in his res hall seemed to hold a sort of reverence for "donkey boy" once it was proved that his bulge was in fact real,.