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It was going to be one of those nights, like many before, no rules no hang-ups no strings. It was going to be a night of pure debauchery and I had been looking forward to it for some time now. The plan was set in motion just like every other time, an email sent from a website few knew about. When I received it a smile pursed my lips and my groin stirred as I read the words:

Calling all boys! It is time once again to get together. Yes that is right, it is DEBAUCHERY NIGHT. Jerking, fucking, sucking, and fun to be had by all! To get the address of this nights event please email me back…Remember all you need to bring is your hard cock…
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After my convention weekend with Ken, where I was introduced to man to man sex for the first time, I started looking for more opportunities for it. I placed ads on the net and was soon meeting guys. Being in my late 20’s at the time, with no long term relationship, this gave me time to check things out, I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. I saw Ken from time to time, he would stop by for an evening of good sex. He would show up and we would spend the evening naked, fucking and sucking all over my apartment. He told me he loved my ass. Ken had promised that I would meet his wife.
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Slurping cum, chowing down on a stiff cock, getting fucked up the ass while burying my face into another dude’s pubes, these were all images in my head by the time I was an eighteen year old senior in high school. That was the year I had to totally admit to myself that, once and for all, I was into men, into tight pectoral muscles, lean, defined arms with extruding, green veins, tight, manly hands with very short fingernails, into cock, into balls, into tight military type haircuts, into flat, tight guts, into the smell of a man’s balls, into muscular shoulders, into cops and their uniforms, into sweatpants, jockstraps, athletic shorts, into men’s hard asses and moist mancunt.
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On the plane ride to my “unique vacation”—at least that’s what the brochure had promised–I thought of what had brought me here. Job stress is something we all face, but I was feeling it ran deeper. Life stress, pushing 35, seeing dreams passing me by, it all seemed to conspire to compel me to this impulsive, two week vacation that I wasn’t even sure I would like or afford. I wasn’t even sure what I’d be doing these two weeks, but I figured an outdoor adventure away from everything sounded right for me.
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At first, I thought he was just being friendly.

It was the Saturday after Christmas in 1975. I was flying back to Austin, Texas after spending Christmas with my parents in Cheyenne, Wyoming. In Denver, I changed from the 20-passenger shuttle from Cheyenne to a 727. It was night and the dimly-lighted plane was half empty. I took a book out of my suitcase, settled into my window seat and gazed out into the darkness.

One of the last passengers to board was a handsome, well-dressed man in his early thirties. He walked past my row, looking at me carefully as he went by. An instant later, he returned and settled into the seat beside me. I thought that was unusual, since the aisle seat and all three seats on the other side of our row were vacant. “How are you doing tonight?” he asked, smiling.
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The following day was a strange one. I had class in the morning, Mike had his managers’ meeting. We didn’t have time to talk after waking up, and even if we had, I don’t know what I would have said.

It wasn’t that I regretted what had happened, or did I? There was some indecision about it, but I wasn’t agonizing over the thing. It happened. That was it. Or was it?

I won’t say that I avoided going home that day, but I did try to take my time and sort out my thoughts before. I still didn’t want to offend Mike, but I also wondered if he thought that we were boyfriends now. It was all very strange.
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Money was tight. I was halfway through my senior year in college and money was as tight as it had ever been. A part-time job at a bookstore and financial aid doesn’t go all that far. However, it wasn’t until my roommate took off that things got desperate. There was no way in the world I’d be able to cover all that rent. It was a bad situation.

The apartment was not a great one. It was a one bedroom spot. My roommate and I had done okay with sharing a bedroom since we tended to have such different hours. He also spent a few nights at his girlfriend’s place. That made it a lot easier. I was sure it wouldn’t be easy to find a similar set up.
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I really never thought I would find myself attracted to another guy. In fact I love girls.
But every now and then I’ll think of some guy and get really horny. I know of only two guys that I get turned on by.
Josh and Chris. Chris shares my name and is not really tall, not built but thin and smooth, and overall really good looking.
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The first time she said it, I thought it was just a drunk joke. But, the idea of going down on another guy while she watched grew more and more interesting and finally I told her I’d go along with it.
But, she would owe me, I told her. This was about 7 months into our dating, not exactly exclusive, but we stuck together for the most part.
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I had been to a blowout party at a fraternity here on the campus where I attend college. I had drunk way too much and I passed out in one of the rooms. After a while I woke up and staggered back to my dorm room, still really drunk. My male roommate helped me off with part of my clothes and then I started throwing up, just making it to the bathroom in time. Again, I passed out hugging “the porcelain bus”.
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