I masturbate to him fucking me hard. I like to get off by watching straight porn, then cum to gay porn. I also love having things up my ass. I finger ...myself all the time and I like to shoot water out of my ass. The feeling is sensational. One day I was home alone and was feeling very horny. Brad has a pool in his backyard and he was swimming that day. I can see his house and pool from my room. When I saw Brad swimming without a shirt, I imagined how nice it would be to have sex with him. I went. I still felt a little strangefrom that shock - not woozy, exactly, but a sort of tingling still filledmy body. As the minutes went by, the tingling seemed to build, ratherthan diminish. Partly out of boredom, partly to get my mind off of thetingling, I did the unforgivable - I opened Julie's purse and began torummage through it.I know, I know, a woman's purse is sacrosanct - her own personal, privatespace from which all men are excluded. But I couldn't help myself - no,really, I couldn't - it. We (the grad students) had planned several activities to welcome the first-years, culminating in an overnight trip to a cabin in the Pennsylvania countryside. I remember being preoccupied with an experiment that hadn't been going well. The machine I was using kept on munching my sample with nothing to show for it. Time would later reveal that it was part blind alley and part faulty machinery, but it didn't help me then. The night before the Penn trip, we went to an Orioles game. It went into. “It’s only because you’re so pretty.” I grinned back at her.The summer when she was thirteen and I was sixteen she developed quickly. It seemed like she got boobs and hips almost overnight. When we would roughhouse in the pool she would rub up against me and I would get the inevitable boner. She thought that was hilarious and would tease me whenever she could. I was barely in control of my hormones so I had an erection pretty much 24/7 unless I had just beaten it into submission. I remember the.