I stand at 5ft10 inches, and my buddy is 6ft2 and is alot bigger than me. I had short, brown hair at the time, with some meat to my butt cause im a ho...key goalie but with an athletic build. Im flexible as well. My buddy is bigger, with brown hair, is tall, but fairly slender and strong. Anyways to continue with the story, we got in the house I met his family than we headed downstairs. We played Nhl, I was beating him in the game until he jumped on me, he wore track pants as well. He smothered. Perhaps another reason would have been because I had never thought myself to be good looking per-se, being home all day does wonders to ones self esteem. Maybe I thought guys would treat me better? Or perhaps that they were less likely to judge me and more likely to just do me, so to speak.That as they say, is all history. Now a days, even though I am still quite shy I worry a lot less about what others think and more about how I feel, I find myself to be a very handsome young man, not being. The sun woke him up the next morning, and he found his sister still lying naked beside him, softly snoring away. Time to start the surprise, he thought to himself. Nudging his sister, he said softly "Hey, Ellen, time to get up! Wake up!" Badly hung over, she didn't really notice that she had awakened naked in her own brother's bed. She managed to get to her feet and found her way to the bedroom door. When she opened it and entered the hall, she seemed confused for a second, but then. I was able to care for myself and the other dogs much more easily than they could themselves in some ways. I kept the fleas and ticks away, kept our bedding clean, airing out the mattress every few days, and of course our Master was diligent in all things as well, such as washing our blankets and quilts. He didn't require me to crawl on my hands and knees outside; as such a thing would have been silly. It was a good life, a dog's life, and so far as I could remember, I was happy for the very.