“Oi vey,” he thinks, then ponders why he always thinks “Oh my” in French.“Nate!” Alec screams as he runs towards and grabs Nate from behin...d. “You’re just too sexy from behind,” he whispers in his ear.“God, Alec… just keep it in your pants, dude.” Nate shoots back, breaking the unwelcome embrace.“I'm sorry you're just so sexy!”Nate walks into the band room, and slowly starts off to the little corner of the room where his sax hides. He puts it on one step, and sits on his knees on the other, then. I am spellbound at the softness of my flesh and the way my tubular boobs jiggle as I move. I often wish they were more firm and erect, but they aren’t. However my nipples do "perform" when cold or sexually aroused. My entire boobs can be malleable - quite the pleasure for any man to handle. My skin is ever so fair and sparse is my pussy hair. What little hair there is is soft and fuzzy and almost not visible. My private "love-hole" - I wish I could view it in a. ?I said. ?Name?? She said. Still focusing on her paper work. ?Upis ma’am, Katie.? The old CO took the walkie talkie off her desk and spoke into it. There was a garbled reply that I couldn’t make out. ?Okay Upis, come on in and take a seat. Fellows is off duty but should be here in a few minutes.? I walked in and took a seat on the wooden bench and waited. I didn’t have long to wait. A few minutes later Fellows walked in and came straight to me. ?Okay Upis, on your feet and turn. Finally, if the cover art isn't warning enough, take note of the category this is in. I don't want any of you readers to be surprised along the way. If occasional gay stuff freaks you out give this one a pass.)Your name is Ted. You consider yourself an average sort of guy. You like beer, porn, football, fishing on the occasional weekend. You know, average guy sort of stuff. You're in Solid Waste Management or, one might also so say, you're a Garbageman. Not a glamorous job but it pays the bills.