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Submitted by shagemrnn last December 2nd 2007, 03:12 AM
I had just gotten my driver’s license and my one friend Eric, who I’ve had a crush on for some time now, wanted to know if he could go fishing with me and I said yeah. So I drove up to his house, he doesn’t live far from me, and picked him up to go fishing. I asked him if he knew of any good places and he said that he did know of one. Eric told me how to get there, it took us about half an hour to get there. The place was really secluded, I wasn’t surprised about that since we were p

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Submitted by danielblue last September 30th 2007, 11:09 AM
It was Saturday afternoon and Paul was looking forward to a game of amateur rugby
with his buddies. It always made him feel good chasing around the field and he
enjoyed all the physical contact because he didn’t have any sex life to speak of.
And afterwards, in the showers, he could drink in the beauty of all those free
swinging dicks and chunky arses to fuel his fantasies when he got to bed.


The players had only been on the field five minu

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Submitted by Iceman last August 3rd 2007, 06:08 AM
It was a calm summer day and I could feel the slight breeze as I walked through the woods with my two friends. Harry had suggest that we all go for a walk as there was nothing better to do. Ollie had agreed with him somewhat enthusiastically, so I had thrown on some shoes and here we were. Neither of them were gay, but both were aware that I was bisexual. It had never been a problem with our friendship.

We walked along chatting about work and what we planned to do at the weekend a

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Submitted by storyman last January 18th 2007, 12:01 PM
I had a real passion for motorcycles, especially dirt
bikes. But it wasn’t until I’d graduated from high school
that my grandfather, a hard-core motorcycle enthusiast, bought
me a dirt bike against my parent’s wishes. I was hell on
wheels, developing a real hard-on for the feel of all that
power rumbling between my legs. I put 1,500 miles on the
odometer in the first week. By the end of the second wee




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