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And vast majority of our sexual encounters took place in chunky my bedroom at my house, during the late afternoon weekday hours (while my mother was still at work), when Chris and I had the house all to ourselves. At nights and during the weekends, if Chris came over wanting to have sex with me while my mother was at home, he would quietly let me know. And we would normally leave the house through the front door, pretending to go out somewhere together. And then Chris and I would climb over the perimeter rock wall to sneak into my large, corner-lot, "L"-shaped back yard; where there were plenty of places for us to hide (in addition to the back yard playhouse, which was about the size of a large storage shed), so that we could have sex with each other. Before I get much deeper into the topic of this particular story-section, I need to stop for a moment and clarify something right now. Chris busty and I were not gay, and we were not lovers. Instead, we were very good friends, who just happened to have something unusual in common: We were both oversexed, and we were both "bisexual heterosexuals." What I mean by that term, is that even though we each experienced a very limited set of homosexual feelings and desires, we both still considered ourselves to be overwhelmingly heterosexual. And although jacking off (masturbating) in private did help Chris and me to relieve our super-strong libidos somewhat, it did absolutely nothing towards satisfying that powerful, natural urge to openly share our sexuality with another person. And so during that very first night together in The Pit, Chris had boldly decided to openly share his sexuality with me. And I had decided to do the same with him--because frankly, it was curvy a much better alternative than not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. My so-called "girlfriends" at the time wouldn't allow me to actually have orgasm-oriented, adult-style sex with them. Heck, back then, I considered myself lucky if I managed to get past the "holding hands" stage of a relationship to move on to the "my arm around her shoulders" stage, and the ever-popular "she gives me a quick peck on the cheek once in a while" stage. And Chris was in the same boat as me back then, when it came to his relationships huge with girls. The bottom line is that Chris and I knowingly "used each other" to try to help each other get our rocks off better, and finally bring some much-needed relief for that powerful "sex-sharing" urge that Mother Nature has wisely chosen to give each and every one of us. { Author's Note: Let's face it, if we humans didn't have that powerful urge to share our sexuality with other people, then no one would ever do anything else but masturbate all alone by themselves, and consequently no babies would ever be born--and as far as Mother Nature is concerned, sex is all about making babies.} And since Chris and I were not gay lovers, we never kissed one another, or hugged one another, or held hands, or did anything openly gay, like that. Instead, we just had pure raw fat sex together, as Chris and I both reveled in candidly sharing our sexuality with each other, and freely experimenting with all sorts of taboo homosexual-style acts. I have to admit that Chris and I ended up trying some pretty bizarre things together, like inserting ladies straightened-out bobby pins deep down inside of our own--as well as, each other's--urethras. I didn’t even know what “frotting” was, until many years later. But that didn’t stop Chris and me from doing it on a regular basis. There was just something very special and exciting about rubbing--and playfully beating ("sword fighting")--our two erect dicks together, until we ended up squirting sperm all over each other's dick-heads. However, the vast majority of our sexual encounters involved mutual masturbation exclusively. And we were so secretive about everything, that no one ever discovered our adolescent sexual relationship. Looking back on my secret sexual relationship with Chris, I can tell you that there were at least four distinct advantages to my having sex with another guy , instead of with a girl : 1) I never had to worry about the possibility that I might get Chris pregnant, which meant that birth control measures were totally unnecessary. 2) Chris didn't have a monthly menstrual period, and therefore he was always ready-and-willing to have sex with me at any time of the month. 3) Since Chris and I both had penises, he instinctively knew exactly how to handle my penis in just the right ways that would turn me on the most. 4) Chris closely related to--and innately understood--my sexuality (my sexual feelings, desires, struggles, and insecurities) in a way that no girl or woman ever would. Throughout our long-lasting adolescent sexual relationship I never asked Chris to have sex with me. Not once. Taking off into huge the dark streets of Rome, Aiden began to look for the inn. She too kissed me passionately and gave me her card as she left. Perhaps this was chunky going farther than necessary, but she really didn’t want to worry about finding some other poor sap to toy with. AHH!!” Nino groaned. A man with a large TV camera stepped busty in front of us as we walked, his lens fixed unflinchingly on my face. “But it would be an absolute mistake to not go visit someone who was or is such an important, central part of your life.” "I bet you like this!" Pulling away from Murph's grip, she ran at him again, going for his face. Josh then added, “What are you doing Sunday?......... "Okay, but give me a call later,” Mrs. Stevens said. "Yes, of course." it fucking curvy hot this is comfortable" Clearly, John and Diane didn’t need any introduction. This is gonna get worse." He grinned at me and I felt so sexy knowing how good I was making him feel with my mouth and tongue. With all that was going on and my condition, I didn’t realize there were 2 people standing behind me. They must have been in a room down the hall. Jason, Jeremy, and Caleb will also share a room. The emotional pain made me cum so hard. "Ah! We kissed for a while, our tongues intertwining and darting in and out of each other’s mouth. “Yeah get a couple of your friends ladies together. Hair Trigger... Next time, you should take more of it.” Fuck me and HARD!”, and I realized – unlike any other time this wasn’t for her to get off. Have a great time, and don’t catch all the big ones. That peachy ass tensed, her supple back trembling. As I tried to regain my composure I peered into the window again to see if Daddy had heard my clumsiness. Ever since Chloe and Brian’s break-up, those long-suppressed old fantasies were all pouring out of the woodworks. They stood over him as he slowly dressed. It wasn't until he sat facing us that I recognized him. The sleep protocol kept my wife blissfully unaware. “Yes Sir.” Something terribly alive was slithering ever lower fat down her body, leaving a trail of thick, sweet mucus that made her head spin. John and I waited for the ladies to get in the limo, then we entered. Oh god that's it fuckkkkkkk meeeee. “Girls, I’m going to finish. I had to remind myself that I needed them.