Ah, Youth

Reminds me of a time back in college when my friend Peter and I were out shopping and I was trying on jeans. (I think they were Jordache, but don't hold me to that.) When I came out of the fitting room wearing a pair, he yelled from about thirty feet away, "I can see it from here!"

Good times.

Hmmm…

I've never paid for sex per se, but I've had massages that turned into sex. (Okay, he was a masseur who advertised in the back pages of the Bay Area Reporter, so…) Does that count?

A Programming Note

To my Subscribers:

I'm busy re-posting items from the version of Voenix Rising that I deleted prior to moving to Denver via The Wayback Machine, so if you get email notifications of new posts, they aren't actually new…they're just…rediscovered.

Because I've got nothing better to do. Like cataloging my vinyl collection.

Any Volunteers?

From the original posting:

"Perky little straight boy nipples. He doesn't even know he likes them sucked and teased yet."