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I walked into the room and noticed that he was sleeping. I went to my desk to work on my computer. As I typed away I noticed he was grinding against the mattress. Not unusual for a young guy, to be grinding in his sleep. As he started mumbling and moaning in his sleep I became more excited. Being the horny guy that I was I continued to watch. I should have left and let the poor guy sleep. But I couldn't. The raw sexuality of what I was seeing was making me really hot. I started rubbing my cock through my pants. I started to feel really good, and bold. I went to his bed and pulled back the covers ever so slowly. There he was. Beautiful, tan, haiairless, and naked. He was still grinding and rubbing, his ass oming up off the bed.
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The first sensations to penetrate my drug-induced coma were of an
incredibly sensuous type. An extraordinary heat was effusing from my loins
along with an indescribably pleasing tingling from my chest.
It was only the perception of something being repeatedly, and
uncomfortably, rammed down my throat...
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Jim first met Brad the day they moved into the dorm together, and
was immediately intimidated by him. Brad had the kind of rare
good looks that all the girls publicly extolled and all the guys
secretly admired while carefully pretending to be oblivious of.
His jet-black hair framed his Tom Cruise...
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Chapter One
Claudius Hopper, known locally as `Claude' ambled down the very center of
the dusty street. It had become his usual path as avoiding the wooden
sidewalks, and the dark alleys that opened between the various buildings,
had become a necessity since the other boys his age had discovered...
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Chapter 1 :
Sam Gordon drove to the neighborhood bar about 8:30 that Thursday night.
The bar was only a couple blocks away, but a guy never knew when he'd get
lucky.
It wasn't as if Sam wanted to get drunk or anything. It was just that
there was nothing worth watching on the tube...
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Dakota Joe was what the head man of the cattle roundup was called.
His first name was probably Joe and he was either from Dakota or there was
some good story behind his name but I was not really interested enough to
find out. I had found many months before when I had fled the state of
South Carolina...
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