For the next few months (or maybe years) I will be allowed to post sections
from my journals that detail my weekends spent with my Master.  His name
his Paulus, and he is the live-in manager of a nearby fleabag motel that
caters to the seedier elements of my little southern town.  He is African
American (I am not) [...]

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Well Dudes,  here we go again.  This story is about a Marine on two weeks
leave and your job is to enjoy it and then tell me where it took place;
Columbus, Georgia,  Columbia, South Carolina or Norfolk, Virginia.  It is
an easy question and when you clean up after a great jack off just give
me an E-Mail [...]

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He was rude to me when I first saw him, which is one of the reasons I
remembered him. The other was that he was drop-dead gorgeous.
This was in the souk (Arab market) in the Muslim Quarter of the Old City,
one dull Saturday morning, and I was shopping for a Quran. Not some
paperback English translation, but [...]

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summer  1977   i was at camp for  2  weeks   having  a good time laughing and playing at  camp fires and stuff  like that well  it was 8 grade year  i  had a friend Jimmy blonde  hair blue eyes   gorgeous body . one day we had  just finished swimming . Mn and i saw  his 5 [...]

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Mickey and Carl were buds. They hung out after classes for years, did
sleepovers and compared puberty revelations..even to the point of laying
side by side, their bare thighs pressed against each other as they
masturbated, spewing sperm all over themselves and each other.
But it wasn’t until they were out of high school that their play
escalated. Mickey was [...]

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After my freshman semester at college, I was on a Greyhound bus to
go home for the Christmas break. It had been a very difficult semester.
Not only did I have to adjust to college life and become relatively
independent but I found class work far more demanding than I had ever
experienced. I felt relieved to [...]

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I know the combination of love and farm boy sound like country fun. Well
there is country funin’ for shur, but not what a child under 18 should read
about. S-o-o-o if’n your under 18 go back to the farm, it’s milkin’ time.
If’n you don’t like stories ’bout folks of the stallion sex gittin’
together, then [...]

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The night light in the bathroom of the small one bedroom apartment that I rented off base gave enough light to avoid barking my shins or stumbling over carelessly discarded shoes. When I reached the commode and flipped up the lip, my bladder felt like it was on the verge of bursting, and I [...]

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What do you get when a cute underwear model’s rent is past due? A tired jaw, sore asshole, and lots of great snapshots. Just ask Alex who won’t even be able to move after were done packing his luggage.

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We had just started dinner at my next-door neighbour’s house when the
front door slammed and the sound of heavy footsteps thumped up the
stairs. We looked questioningly at our host, who told us it was
probably his nineteen-year-old son Jason coming home from football
practice at the local college. He commented that Jason always sounded
like a [...]

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