..gorgeous. I hid at the top of the stairs instead of facing them together, and stared. He seemed a lot older than Blaine, probably in his early fou...ties, but he looked good for it. Nice smile, clean shaven, good hair. Real hair. It was a step up from some of the undeserving assholes I'd seen her parading about with. He looked corporate almost, very important and distinguished. Putting out worthy. I started feeling a little jealous again, but not for the same reason as before. 'Maybe I. And I am, don't get me wrong. I am healthy, have friends, am not terrible at school and all of those subjects I hate learning for will soon be over. But, as probably every other 18-year old boy, one thing bugs me the most.“Masturbating is nice and all, but I'd really like to experience something with a real girl sometime soon!”Yeah, love and sex aren't really my thing. Not because I don't want to, heck, I'd kill if I'd get the chance, but I never saw any chance to initiate anything that might. As the trail junction came up, Mike yelled "Gee!" to take the team onto the familiar training trail, new now in its coat of freshly fallen snow. Though the trail was wide enough to run Mark's forty-year-old farm tractor down, and Mike had helped out with trail maintenance over the summer, it was just a little on the narrow side, and now Mike and Mark had to work, to try to keep the sled out of the branches on either side of the trail as the teams raced around the corners, down the little grades. ” One night after we'd smoked some good pot and were buzzed, we took our beers out into the back yard. There were redwood fences about eight feet high separating the back yards from each other, but there was a wooded play area opposite our building where some of the older k**s “hung out” after dark. Though we couldn't see anyone among the trees, we new that someone might be there – watching us. As we drank our beers in the middle of our back yard, we started kissing and rubbing each other and.