‘Dammit not again. I must not sleep. I need to get this done.’ He said out loud, standing up, wavering as he adjusted to the morning. His solid bo...dy was weak from the position it was in all night. Stretching and bending, he moved to the kitchen, preparing some strong coffee. The aroma was tantilizing his senses as he returned with a fresh steaming cup. Taking a sip as he looked to the screen of his laptop, his eyes widened as he quickly flipped through files. ‘Fuck it’s gone,’ he blurted out. Or maybe selling copies them to someone else. And the other thingthat I've noticed is that coach chases everybody out of the gym and locksit up right after school every Monday afternoon." Maybe he's tired", I said."It gets better", Joe continued. "You know how we'll usually see Kennyand Warren walking home after school - but never on Monday!" Like, you think coach's taking more pictures, or something?" Or something. You want to try to find out what's going on?" Not if coach finds out and beats. We were brought up in a nudist household, when no one else was around; we would walk around the house naked, that’s why I am not ashamed of my body. America is way too uptight about nudity. During the summertime, I lay out in my backyard nude. I know the neighborhood boys, and men, love me.I first started touching myself when I was 11. I had older cousins that I was close to, and we talked mostly about sex. So I tried masturbation, and of course, I loved it. At 12, I gave my first blow job to a. How could I ever have known she would change me forever? It was late April and I was working behind the cash register of a local department store. I was eighteen, just out of high school, and didn't have any sort of plan for my future. I figured that I would take a least a year off before applying to any universities. I liked working at the department store not only because of the discounts, but because I had figured out a way to sneak some of the clothes, that I didn't have the courage to buy,.