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My fascination with glory holes and sex in the bushes probably dates back to my youth. My first sexual encounter with another male was getting a blow job in the toilet block behind the public library in my home town. The guy’s hot mouth sliding up and down my meat was a revelation. I didn’t know sex could be that exhilarating. I was 16 at the time. I had discovered the joys of masturbation, of course, soon after my twelfth birthday, about the same time as hair started sprouting at my groin. I whacked my pole at least once a day despite a warning from my fundamentalist Christian parents that I would go blind and all my teeth would fall out if I didn’t stop. (Ma found some soiled Kleenex in the rubbish and Dad had a “man-to-man” talk with me.)

For all I knew their warning might be true but my juvenile hormones would brook no resistance. The only problem was one of periodic over-use. The first such episode was after I stole a dirty girly magazine from a shop and rubbed my cock raw while looking repeatedly at the pictures. I tried to imagine my parents doing what the people in the pictures were doing but failed totally. There was no fluid in my ejaculate after about the eighth wank in that one day.

I was born and raised in a small country town and the library toilet was the only town site I ever found. I could have said I was born and reared rather than raised. The head job was so remarkable that I went back the next day in hopes of a repeat. The same guy was there – he must have been a visitor or salesman – he certainly wasn’t a local.

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Dawson sat by the dock throwing pebbles into the water. He was angry, confused and felt betrayed ever since Pacey, his best friend had stolen the love of his life. Jack watched from across how angry Dawson was. He knew it sucked for Dawson to have to watch the two people he cared most about be together and leave him out.

Jack walked over to where Dawson sat and stood watching him. Dawson hardly noticed his presence until Jack cleared his throat.

“Ahem. Hey Dawson,” Jack began.

Dawson’s face showed resentment. “What do you want Jack?”

Jack kneeled next to him and stared into his sad eyes. “Are you ok?”

“No Jack I’m not ok! Why do you even bother to ask?”

Jack shrugged. “I’m just trying to start a conversation. I’m sorry.”

Dawson sighed. “Ah it’s ok. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to act like an asshole. You didn’t do anything to me.”

Jack smiled and sat next to Dawson. “I know it’s gotta be tough seeing Pacey and Joey together. But hey, you got a lot going for you. Don’t let those two bring you down.”

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I was 13 or 14 years old, I can’t remember exactly, but I went to Alaska one summer to visit my family and all my cousins. It was a great summer and my grandpa had a cabin 20 miles from the highway on a secluded lake in the middle of no where. We took a float plain there my cousin Tim, my grandpa and grandma and myself.

Tim was my same age so it was tons of fun exploring the woods and shooting our BB guns at anything that moved. We were there about 4 or 5 days enjoying the summer. Us boys slept in our own smaller cabin about ten feet away from the big main cabin my grandpa built. The small cabin was really made for sauna’s but it worked great for us kids to camp in. It had two benches that we slept on that formed an L shape. Well we were young boys just having fun laying in our sleeping bags talking about random things and what not, and we both were in agreement that it was way too hot in there to be sleeping in our bags so we were just laying on top of our sleeping bags.

As you may or may not know Alaska is light pretty much all night, so it makes it hard to fall asleep. The light was dim so you could make out shadows and things inside the cabin. I looked over and saw my cousin laying on his back and he had his hands laying at his sides and a large bump pushing up his big tee-shirt that he was wearing right at his crotch. I wasn’t sure at first, but at a second glance i noticed he was pitching a tent…he had a strait hard-on and it was standing strait up.

I didn’t notice at first but after a second of watching him, i began to get hard myself at the sight of what I could tell was my cousins hard boner. I was wearing one of my grandpa’s tee-shirts and it fit really big on me. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I couldn’t hide the fact that I was pitching my own tent not more than a couple of feet away from my cousin Tim.

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