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Freddy and I are 21 years old.

Freddy was the kind of guy everyone loved. He was athletic, funny, friends with everyone. The jocks loved him. The nerds loved him. The girls most certainly loved him. He was a beautiful guy through and through. He was also, admittedly, hot as hell. He had sandy brown hair, a perfectly masculine face and his muscles could easily be seen through his clothing. Just about everyone had thought about what Freddy looked like naked, straight guys included.

He took my breath away. Up to this point in the academic year, Freddy had spoken the least to one person in particular in class - me. He'd opened the door for me twice. That was all. But from afar, I have to adm

I am 25 and Leo the mailman is 37.

A few summers ago I was staying with my parents, July was scorching and I was bumming around, doing a whole lot of nothing.

Every morning though I’d notice our mailman arrive in his little truck. This guy was so hot - like tall and well built, olive tinge to his skin. His shorts showed off a rounded ass and a sizeable bulge.

I thought about his dick so much. I jacked off so much thinking about it.

Okay, so one day he actually spoke to me. Deep voice, masculine, really friendly. His name was Leo. His smell was fucking phenomenal. Like armpits and balls, but in that sexy way only people who are feral for guys will understand.

We spoke more over the fol

Everyone in this story is over 18.

A year or so ago, my parents moved from their city home out to the middle of the country to live in a small town. It was so tiny, there can only have been a few stores and a handful of families.

It wasn’t a place I’d expect to experience some of the best sex of my life. I was 23 and Pete was 24. He was the son of a local farmer - a strong, well built all American boy. Sandy hair, tall, built and with a handsome face.

While visiting, I used to go on walks in the country, that’s where I met him. As we spoke for the first time, I couldn’t help but look at his sweaty hair, his defined muscles, his gorgeous face and the bulge just visible in his jeans. I b

Just occurred to me, as when a deck of 52 cards is shuffled, it’s very unlikely that that combination has occurred before. So this can be applied to SK books as there’s so many.

Every book I read from the 90’s era, especially Bag of Bones, Wizard and Glass and Rose Madder feel different in style, while retaining his Stephen Kingness. More wordy than his earlier stuff or his post accident work.

Was it when the last dark tower books were being released? The IT movies being released? Just after the Shining did well?