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  When I was about eighteen years old, some new neighbors moved in right next door, the house had been vacant for a couple of years after a nasty break up between the guy and his wife, neither would sell, until now.  Mom had gone over earlier before I was out of bed and said they were fresh in from Ireland. I met Connor on day two only getting small glimpses of him as he stayed out of the way of the moving men, they were busy moving in the cargo container that had been put in the driveway for a week, and they had shipped it ahead so it would be here when they arrived. It was the three of them and Connor’s dad, James, had a very thick Irish accent, I had no idea what he was talking about most of the time when I would hear them talking. Connor was a big boy with pale skin with pink lips, dark blonde hair that was sort of a mop of curly hair on top of his head with shorter hair on the sides he looked a little older than me. I was in my room and saw Connor at his bedroom window rig

  Christopher I was out washing my car in the driveway when I saw this kid walking his bike past my house, I paused and called, out “You are supposed to ride it.” He looked over and said that the chain broke as he held the open chain up in his hand. “You don’t have a spare chain link do you?” The kid asked as he stopped at the end of the driveway. “No, but I have a cold bottle of water, come up, I’ll grab one for you, I have a refrigerator in my garage. You are looking pretty hot.” I replied. The kid walked his bike up my driveway before laying his bike on the lawn. After returning with a cold bottle of water, I handed it to him. “My name is Christopher.” He said as he took the water and took a long drink from the bottle. “Good to meet you Christopher, I’m Terry. How far ago did your chain break?”  “About two miles, feels like fourteen, the sun is brutal.” “Well you are welcome to stay here in the shade and cool off, I would not mind if you took off your shirt and grabbed a sponge, I c

  Being a on a professional sports team I am required to get a medical check-up every year but they encourage us to do it every 60 days since we have a team Doctor. My phone gave a little chirp letting me know I had a new message to read, it was a generic looking notice that it was my time to come in for my exam, it was an evening appointment at the medical office attached to our locker room. Three days later I arrived for my exam and walked into the team Doctor’s office. Hey Jason, come on in, thanks for being on time. Dan said. “No problem.” I replied. Dan is fairly new to the team and this will be my first examination from him, he was only about thirty-five or so with a great build and cute boyish charm. “You would be surprised how many guys keep me waiting.” I sat in the chair next to Dan as he asked me about thirty questions about my health, vices and finally my sex life. “How many sexual partners have you had in the last two years?” “Three or four.” ‘Well th

 Island Boys Being a soccer team on  an Island quite often we had to fly to another island or mainland to play in the playoff games. We were not the best out there but had a solid team of college age boys that usually placed in the top four teams in the region. The plane that was available and most importantly, affordable for our charter was a very old 1940’s Boeing Stratoliner, it was an old beast and we felt that sometimes it would hardly make it off of the ground as it shook while rolling down the runway, but it always got us there and back. We loaded our gear in the cargo hold and headed onto the plane dressed in our uniforms, we had roughly a 150 mile flight and were finally airborne, there was always a lot of grab-ass going on with the guys being cooped up in the small plane. One guy stood up and the one behind him reached over and yanked his shorts to his knees causing him to turn and push his crotch in the guys face that pulled his shorts down. “Is this what you want ba