And, I have a condition at the moment.” I replied. I was flushed as can be since my pecker was rock hard. “Are you hard? It’s normal if you are... I saw how hard you were last night. It’s ok, don’t be shy about it.” “I don’t think I should be nude and hard as a rock in front of you with Melissa still asleep,” I explained. “Didn’t the two of you fuck last night?” She asked. “Of course. But after a good night’s sleep, I have a lot of energy in the morning and I always awake with a hard-on.” . Working on my discus throwing technique didn't consume that much of my time. I considered it a hobby, anyway.Hanna felt the same. She'd 'outgrown' the high jump and could only vault at competitive heights-and she felt that she'd only want to compete for another year or two at most.When we were asked to join the USOC Athletes' Advisory Committee, we felt it would be a chance to help our fellow competitors and spend some of our time productively.Our instincts were right; we were able to represent. She nodded, just then the waitress came and put our breakfast down. We stopped talking so she wouldn’t hear what we were saying. We nodded thanks and continued talking as soon as she walked away.“Yes, I know what you mean about anonymous sex, but I’ve had that, one night stands, but meeting you in the bar last night was different.”"Different?” I asked. “Yes, I was immediately attracted to you—especially when we started talking. I can’t explain it. You seemed different. After I broke up with. Is that so wrong just because I was a girl? Its not as embellished as the other true stories here, but I wanted to keep it as close to thecomplete truth as I possibly could. Theres time enough later to write fantasy fiction. It was 1984 , I was barely 17 and it was a summer day, yet pouring down rain. I was cruising around town in my car when I saw the Yellow Hornet sitting in the park. It was Brian, a friend of mine, Id say he was about 22 back then. I hadnt talked to him in a while, my.