And for similar reasons he hated male public urinals.Men standing in line, holding on to their male appendages and as aresult he would always try to u...se a private cubicle. He hated the waymen chatted to each other absentmindedly while urinating into a communaltrough. It was something he could not do. What kind of a man longed tofeel the weight of a full pair of breasts on his chest and longed to cupthem in a pretty bra? What kind of man hated every dark hair on his bodyand would give anything. Making sure her tits swayed, she coyly bit the tip of her finger and shimmied up on her knees to straddle him. His eyes never left her tits, and by the time she started rubbing her pussy slit on the length of his shaft she had felt enough cocks cum in her to know he was close. She put her hands on his pects, thrust her chest forward, and started to moan as she slid her pussy lips up and down the length of his shaft. A man came in through the open door and meandered around the room as he watched. While Steve prepared to hit his drive I gently fingered myself to another glorious climax. He laughed as he asked, "Are you going to give 'getting a stroke a hole' a whole new meaning today?" "What a good idea," I replied mischievously, "that is exactly what I am going to do." So that became my mission for the morning round; somehow I was going to orgasm on every hole of the golf course! I set out to pursue my mission with a steely determination.Hitting a ball into the woods no longer became a. Its true, James said. He was suddenly shy. He feared that hed be rejected by his friend. Allan looked at him and kissed his cheek. James caught Allans face as he tried to turn back. He cupped both cheeks and kissed him. It was tender, but soft, it was the kiss that Allan had always imagined when he thought about James. I love you, too, James, he said when the kiss ended. The boys stepped over the pebbles to the blanket. One vegetarian picnic, James told his new boyfriend, just for you. He.