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Apples Can't Be Oranges, Part 2

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Apples Can't Be Oranges, Part II Johnny positioned me on my stomach to enter me from behind. "This isn't going to work," I thought to myself, and it almost didn't because of the pain. I have vivid memories of the difficulty I had. But I had to get through it, so sure was I that Johnny would go find another guy if I didn't get through it. I'd never forgive myself if that happened. Johnny belonged to me. He turned me over onto my back, lifted my feet up to rest on his shoulders and waited for a smile. How could I not give him my best smile? How could I not reach down and offer his dick an assist? "I'll be easy," he whispered, and from that moment on everything got better and better. Back at school, he helped me open up and throw away my inhibitions. He wanted a roommate who could be sexually aggressive, he said. He helped me evolve from someone who'd been embarrassed to be seen in a bathrobe rushing to the showers, to a strutting, dancing exhibitionist in the showers. I didn't know why I felt so bold and sure of myself, but I was wild seeing Johnny get a boner. "You drive me crazy," he said. I think that's why Johnny and I were together so long---because I drove him crazy and he kept my ass wonderfully sore. There was nothing in the world more exciting to me than the feel of his hard body on mine, I can tell you. Graduation sent us off in different directions and getting back together was difficult. He thought I should give up the career I was after and follow him. I asked him to do the same. We said goodbye at an airport; he had to get aboard a flight to Miami. It was close to the noon hour, I remember, as we stood outside in a warm breeze. "Well," he said, and we moved into each other's arms for one last hug. People around us stared, but we didn't care; that hug had to be one we'd remember. He laughed seeing how they reacted. "Let's give them something to talk about," he whispered, and we moved back into each other's arms and kissed. "See ya," he said, afterward, and walked away grinning. I think I did, too.

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Apples Can't Be Oranges, Part 1

Apples Can't Be Oranges My roommate in college was the poster boy for all-American good looks and academic achievement. He was the son every ambitious parent dreamed of, the prize catch every dreamy-eyed girl ever wanted, and the example every college administrator ever pointed to with pride. He was also a drunk. I never knew what was behind the drinking

Apples Can't Be Oranges, Part 2

Apples Can't Be Oranges, Part II Johnny positioned me on my stomach to enter me from behind. "This isn't going to work," I thought to myself, and it almost didn't because of the pain. I have vivid memories of the difficulty I had. But I had to get through it, so sure was I that Johnny would go find another guy if I didn't get through it. I'd never

Tom Cruise and Me

I was tired. I had been working for seven and a half-hours, and was dying for the end of my shift to come. I was only twenty, and felt as though I was wasting my life away in my native city's most expensive hotel. Walking down the hall, I picked up litter from the floor as I heard the elevator open. I only turned around when I was spoken to. "Excuse me, but could you please help

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