Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (2 Viewers)

[belljr]

friend of friend played varsity sports in HS.... went to college became a male cheerleader and married the chick he used to catch and hold up.

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

You might want to give everyone 10-15mins after that last update to take care of some personal business.

BRB

 

[Saints-Man]

FINISH THE STORY!!

Mrs. BSR...I do like catching up on questions from the audience. I will return to the story presently.If this benefits BSR in any way, he *should* send me some beer.

 

[Mjolnirs]

Happy Friday. Well done Saints-Man.

 

[Saints-Man]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

It is a little disconcerting from a writer's perspective. I have some quick business to attend. It will take less than five minutes and I will return to the story. I will log out of invisible mode so you will be able to tell when I am writing. BRB.

 

[Tiger Fan]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

I thought Simmons went to Jesuit? I know Harry Connick went to Jesuit, and I thought Simmons did too.

Simmons definitely went to BM

 

[Saints-Man]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

I thought Simmons went to Jesuit? I know Harry Connick went to Jesuit, and I thought Simmons did too.

Simmons definitely went to BM

Cool. Didn't know that.

 

[Saints-Man]

Happy Friday. Well done Saints-Man.

Happy Friday. And thanks for getting my screen name right. *Editor's note. There are servicemen coming to the house shortly for some electrical work. I don't think they will take the power off, but if they do, it will knock out my internet connections. I will continue to answer questions and continue my story as much as I can. If they do take it, it should last long. This should be finished by COB today.

 

[Harris]

There are so many people missing this amazing tale simply because of the thread title. Their loss....Saint-Man rules!

 

[Synthesizer]

I'm hooked. The anticipation is killing me.

 

[Sand]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

And, don't forget the brother school in Biloxi's most famous graduate was Fidel Castro.BTW Saints-Man - Class of '89. I'd say I know the school a tad.

Do you mean St. Stanislaus in Pass Chritian? I didn't know that Castro went there.Nice to meet a fellow Crusader. From some of your posts, I knew you were from New Orleans but I didn't realize that you were from there. In your time, were the esteem or lack thereof afforded to the male cheerleaders consistent with my experience?Was Conlin still the head coach while you were there?

I don't remember which one Castro went to (heck, may have been someone other than Castro).I don't remember much about the male cheerleaders. In my time they were neutral. Kinda geeky but the girls were hot, so that made up for it. Gah - I don't even remember which girl's school sent the cheerleaders over.Conlin was the coach while I was there.And yes, Simmons went to BM. It may have been Cor de Jesu at the time. I remember his picture on the wall back by the counselor's office.

 

[Bull Dozier]

Hmm, I jumped in at page 3 to see if there was anything interesting going on here. Sounds like I might have missed a few interesting posts. Going back to page 1 to catch up...

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

Happy Friday. Well done Saints-Man.

Happy Friday. And thanks for getting my screen name right. *Editor's note. There are servicemen coming to the house shortly for some electrical work. I don't think they will take the power off, but if they do, it will knock out my internet connections. I will continue to answer questions and continue my story as much as I can. If they do take it, it should last long. This should be finished by COB today.

My computer, router and modem are on battery backups just in case the power goes out and I'm on the net.

 

[swidman]

I was a roommate in college with one guy on the tennis team and the other guy was the manager for the bball team. Naturally, I was around a lot of the athletes from both the men's and women's programs at the school. I was also around the cheerleaders, both female and male, for the school. I was friends with one guy who was a male "yell" leader and I asked him about any kind of possible relationships that may come about and he said it happens, but they try not to encourage it. There was a cheerleader in one of my design classes and she said the same thing.

Though I never hooked up with the cheerleaders, the women's tennis team had a few really nice players...nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

 

[Saints-Man]

*Settling in again, taking a long sip from my beer stein, enjoying the cold and condensation in my grip*

That semester was a sex fest. I never bragged about this to anyone at the time, because most of the girls on the squad, while more mature and more pleasant, had the sexual morays of the girls I knew in High School. I would seriously doubt that the majority of the girls had intercourse before they were married. The most they did was kissing. That was a big deal to them. I knew I was holding four aces, and I wasn't going to tip my hand and have the whole game end. I was quite satisfied to live the life of Riley and being the only one who was aware of it.

It was beyond great. Her apartment was out in Kenner(for those of you familiar with the city) and which was 30-35 minutes away from campus. Now, on the occasions that I knew my parents were out of the house(attending a funeral or something), we would go to my house and engage in sexual congress in between classes. Sweeeeeeeeeet.

Like I mentioned previously, she had such a guy's attitude about things. She did have a jealous streak, quite a serious one at that, but she was in no way fragile. We had our share of confrontations, but we never had the long endless conversations about our relationship that I heard that others endured. For that time, she was a party girl. We had a round of bars to go to, and she liked to close them down, which unlike most places in the country was when the patrons left, not at some pre-determined time. We, and more often she, closed those bars down, a decent number of times at sunset and sometimes later. I enjoyed it sometimes, but I wasn't the guy who always closed the bar down. I had a lot of different things happening in my life and I was enjoying them.

While we never tried anything anal, the rest of the sex was a go. If I didn't close down a bar and she did, she would call me when she got home and sexy time was on.

She had quite the imagination. We were both 19 years old. Those were the days I could go all night long, and we often did. She was quite the athelete, and her stamina was incredible. Yes, several times upon request, she donned her uniform. Oh...that stayed in the spank bank for years. With her, it wasn't just the uniform. She had great legs. Perfectly proportioned, and a bit muscular but not overtly so. And an abosolutely perfect butt. Very round, and very firm. I never noticed an ounce of cellulite on Pochahontas.

Most guys noticed her boobies, which I have described previously. I would get the nudges...Hey Saints-Man, are they real? Do you motor boat(it was a different expression at the time but the term escapes me) he he he. These guys were just talk. They had NO FREAKING CLUE. Keeping my cards close to my vest, I did nothing but smile and laugh it off.

They were sweet too. But I was an butt-and-legs man, and she had those in In hindsight, the only slight issue was that she was not taller. I didn't complain then, and I am not complaining now. Just offering that as a objective observation.

But the best part was....her taste. Honey and nectar. It was until later in my life that I realized how lucky I was. I LOVED doing it, and she loved having it done. It was the better than the best dessert bar I ever had. It was just her, naturally. It was UNFREAKING believable. The occasional donning of the uniform did increase the eroticism of this activity. I was an alchoholic and her hoochie was a finely aged vintage Jack Daniels.

There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.

This was my training ground, and I was afforded the luxury of plenty of practice. I also learned that you always make sure she is satisfied first. Through trial and error, I learned it was best to satisfy her first, then me, then get back to her. I was Pygmallion, and she was a great lab partner.

An important chronological note to mention(which is important in denoument of this tale) is that I joined a fraternity that semester. Five of the eight male cheerleaders were in this fraternity, and it was a good experience for me. The fraternity was big by UNO's standards, and we were the only fraternity with a house. And, it was off campus. She was a little sister(an unofficial designation) so we had a full social calendar. My big brother in the fraternity was Doug. He was one of the cheerleaders.

*I take another large gulp from my stein. I am awashed in the pleasure of the memory*

 

[Saints-Man]

...

I don't remember which one Castro went to (heck, may have been someone other than Castro).

I don't remember much about the male cheerleaders. In my time they were neutral. Kinda geeky but the girls were hot, so that made up for it. Gah - I don't even remember which girl's school sent the cheerleaders over.

Conlin was the coach while I was there.

And yes, Simmons went to BM. It may have been Cor de Jesu at the time. I remember his picture on the wall back by the counselor's office.

Depending on which counselor it was, that doesn't surprise me in the least.

 

[Saints-Man]

I was a roommate in college with one guy on the tennis team and the other guy was the manager for the bball team. Naturally, I was around a lot of the athletes from both the men's and women's programs at the school. I was also around the cheerleaders, both female and male, for the school. I was friends with one guy who was a male "yell" leader and I asked him about any kind of possible relationships that may come about and he said it happens, but they try not to encourage it. There was a cheerleader in one of my design classes and she said the same thing.

Though I never hooked up with the cheerleaders, the women's tennis team had a few really nice players...nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Gold, I tell you, Gold!!!!!

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

Deleted.The thought of young, hot cheerleaders farting was just something I wasn't prepared for. Carry on....

 

[TheAristocrat]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

 

[Socrates11]

*Settling in again, taking a long sip from my beer stein, enjoying the cold and condensation in my grip*

That semester was a sex fest. I never bragged about this to anyone at the time, because most of the girls on the squad, while more mature and more pleasant, had the sexual morays of the girls I knew in High School. I would seriously doubt that the majority of the girls had intercourse before they were married. The most they did was kissing. That was a big deal to them. I knew I was holding four aces, and I wasn't going to tip my hand and have the whole game end. I was quite satisfied to live the life of Riley and being the only one who was aware of it.

It was beyond great. Her apartment was out in Kenner(for those of you familiar with the city) and which was 30-35 minutes away from campus. Now, on the occasions that I knew my parents were out of the house(attending a funeral or something), we would go to my house and engage in sexual congress in between classes. Sweeeeeeeeeet.

Like I mentioned previously, she had such a guy's attitude about things. She did have a jealous streak, quite a serious one at that, but she was in no way fragile. We had our share of confrontations, but we never had the long endless conversations about our relationship that I heard that others endured. For that time, she was a party girl. We had a round of bars to go to, and she liked to close them down, which unlike most places in the country was when the patrons left, not at some pre-determined time. We, and more often she, closed those bars down, a decent number of times at sunset and sometimes later. I enjoyed it sometimes, but I wasn't the guy who always closed the bar down. I had a lot of different things happening in my life and I was enjoying them.

While we never tried anything anal, the rest of the sex was a go. If I didn't close down a bar and she did, she would call me when she got home and sexy time was on.

She had quite the imagination. We were both 19 years old. Those were the days I could go all night long, and we often did. She was quite the athelete, and her stamina was incredible. Yes, several times upon request, she donned her uniform. Oh...that stayed in the spank bank for years. With her, it wasn't just the uniform. She had great legs. Perfectly proportioned, and a bit muscular but not overtly so. And an abosolutely perfect butt. Very round, and very firm. I never noticed an ounce of cellulite on Pochahontas.

Most guys noticed her boobies, which I have described previously. I would get the nudges...Hey Saints-Man, are they real? Do you motor boat(it was a different expression at the time but the term escapes me) he he he. These guys were just talk. They had NO FREAKING CLUE. Keeping my cards close to my vest, I did nothing but smile and laugh it off.

They were sweet too. But I was an butt-and-legs man, and she had those in In hindsight, the only slight issue was that she was not taller. I didn't complain then, and I am not complaining now. Just offering that as a objective observation.

But the best part was....her taste. Honey and nectar. It was until later in my life that I realized how lucky I was. I LOVED doing it, and she loved having it done. It was the better than the best dessert bar I ever had. It was just her, naturally. It was UNFREAKING believable. The occasional donning of the uniform did increase the eroticism of this activity. I was an alchoholic and her hoochie was a finely aged vintage Jack Daniels.

There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.

This was my training ground, and I was afforded the luxury of plenty of practice. I also learned that you always make sure she is satisfied first. Through trial and error, I learned it was best to satisfy her first, then me, then get back to her. I was Pygmallion, and she was a great lab partner.

An important chronological note to mention(which is important in denoument of this tale) is that I joined a fraternity that semester. Five of the eight male cheerleaders were in this fraternity, and it was a good experience for me. The fraternity was big by UNO's standards, and we were the only fraternity with a house. And, it was off campus. She was a little sister(an unofficial designation) so we had a full social calendar. My big brother in the fraternity was Doug. He was one of the cheerleaders.

*I take another large gulp from my stein. I am awashed in the pleasure of the memory*

God bless you Saints-Man for single-handedly saving Friday here at the FFA. Other threads may have tried today but they were lacking. You sir have restored my faith in all that is good in this world.

 

[fatguyinalittlecoat]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

Deleted.The thought of young, hot cheerleaders farting was just something I wasn't prepared for. Carry on....

You and Saints-Man also need to delete or edit the posts where you quote the NOOOO!!! post.

 

[fatguyinalittlecoat]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

I think the word is "engorged."

 

[Socrates11]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

I think the word is "engorged."

 

[Saints-Man]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

I think the word is "engorged."

I will do this before my next post so that anyone reading has a chance to catch up.

 

[TheAristocrat]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

I think the word is "engorged."

To fill to excess, as with blood or other fluid?Yeah, that's true too

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

*zips up*

Continue.

 

[Bob Wiley]

There aren't enough of those guys to fully represent how engaged I am here.

I think the word is "engorged."

You beat me to that post by less than 10 minutes. Well done. :TipsHat:

 

[Harris]

this is epic.

 

[Saints-Man]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

Red Eyed and Blue, please edit this post. Leaving just the first NO!! seems to convey the meaning and corrects the spacing.

 

[Harris]

My big brother in the fraternity was Doug. He was one of the cheerleaders.

uh-oh....

 

[swidman]

I was a roommate in college with one guy on the tennis team and the other guy was the manager for the bball team. Naturally, I was around a lot of the athletes from both the men's and women's programs at the school. I was also around the cheerleaders, both female and male, for the school. I was friends with one guy who was a male "yell" leader and I asked him about any kind of possible relationships that may come about and he said it happens, but they try not to encourage it. There was a cheerleader in one of my design classes and she said the same thing.

Though I never hooked up with the cheerleaders, the women's tennis team had a few really nice players...nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Gold, I tell you, Gold!!!!!

Just the association with the athletes was enough to get me some hotties on any night out on the town. I didn't even need to be with anyone from any of the teams. There was one night when my roommate was on a double date with another guy from the athletic department and two girls from one of the visiting track teams. I don't remember which school they were from, but I was at our apartment and drunk when they came back. I was asked to hang out and the next thing I know I making out with my roommates date! She wasn't interested in him and I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I was drunk and was in a "who cares" mood. She gave me a little something extra with her hands and then they left. Never saw her, didn't even catch her name.

 

[ditka85]

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[Englishteacher]

I'm out!

:slamsmoneyonthetable:

 

[Saints-Man]

My big brother in the fraternity was Doug. He was one of the cheerleaders.

uh-oh....

Patience, my padawan, Patience.

 

[Saints-Man]

I was a roommate in college with one guy on the tennis team and the other guy was the manager for the bball team. Naturally, I was around a lot of the athletes from both the men's and women's programs at the school. I was also around the cheerleaders, both female and male, for the school. I was friends with one guy who was a male "yell" leader and I asked him about any kind of possible relationships that may come about and he said it happens, but they try not to encourage it. There was a cheerleader in one of my design classes and she said the same thing.

Though I never hooked up with the cheerleaders, the women's tennis team had a few really nice players...nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Gold, I tell you, Gold!!!!!

Just the association with the athletes was enough to get me some hotties on any night out on the town. I didn't even need to be with anyone from any of the teams. There was one night when my roommate was on a double date with another guy from the athletic department and two girls from one of the visiting track teams. I don't remember which school they were from, but I was at our apartment and drunk when they came back. I was asked to hang out and the next thing I know I making out with my roommates date! She wasn't interested in him and I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I was drunk and was in a "who cares" mood. She gave me a little something extra with her hands and then they left. Never saw her, didn't even catch her name.

While my path was full of goodness and for that I am very grateful, this is the path I would have chosen.

 

[Saints-Man]

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I have to clean the beer off my screen before I continue.

 

[ditka85]

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I have to clean the beer off my screen before I continue.

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

Red Eyed and Blue, please edit this post. Leaving just the first NO!! seems to convey the meaning and corrects the spacing.

I think I fixed it.I have a really wide screen, so I wasn't aware of the issues. Apologies to all.

Carry on, Saints-Man. You are building your legacy here today.

 

[adonis]

This Doug ******* better not have corrupted poor Pocahontas.

 

[Big Rocks]

This thread is pure gold. Saints-Man, you are entering legendary status.

 

[fatguyinalittlecoat]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.

Red Eyed and Blue, please edit this post. Leaving just the first NO!! seems to convey the meaning and corrects the spacing.

I think I fixed it.

 

[PlayaHata]

I wish every day was a Friday in the FFA! I know it's early, but this is turning into a Thread of the Year candidate.

Keep it up S-M!!!

 

[Sand]

...

I don't remember which one Castro went to (heck, may have been someone other than Castro).

I don't remember much about the male cheerleaders. In my time they were neutral. Kinda geeky but the girls were hot, so that made up for it. Gah - I don't even remember which girl's school sent the cheerleaders over.

Conlin was the coach while I was there.

And yes, Simmons went to BM. It may have been Cor de Jesu at the time. I remember his picture on the wall back by the counselor's office.

Depending on which counselor it was, that doesn't surprise me in the least.

It was in that hallway that had the counselor's office and all the administrative offices. Not actually in one of the counselor's offices.

 

[Osaurus]

Wow, this has really picked up since yesterday......bravo! : thumbup:

 

[swidman]

This is just WRONG!!!!

Note: have to get past the 30 second commercial.

 

[Big Dumb Ape]

*Puts coffee cup away. Decides to class up the Pete's Wicked Ale by pouring it in a beer stein. Life is good*

Okay...here is the background to and follow-up to my previous story.

Pochahontas took great pride in her skill. Quite warranted IMO. It is important to note that this is a time before cell phones, a time before the internet. Information traveled more slowly. And this was a pretty narrow world. However, as I would learn later, Pochahontas had developed quite the reputation for her achievements. While there was no score card as I recall, she had developed the reputation as the one to beat. I knew nothing of this.

We dated exclusively, at least at times, but I had a full social calendar with my sorority "work". I was known as their little-brother, a pass-around. I would help the sorority with all their various activities...setting up for parties, helping them with any volunteer work, tutoring a few of them in math. As would surface many times in our future, Pochahontas was quite jealous of my association with the sorority.

The point of the above is that we would see each other alot, but we were not glued to each other's side. Sometimes I would see her before games, sometimes not. This particular day of the events I posted previously, I had just finished some computer time(these are the days of a central computing facility and you had to schedule time) and was going to head home(I lived less than 10 minutes from campus at my parent's house...remember, this is a commuter school), and one of the frat guys I knew found me and told me that Pochahontas was looking for me. Kind of odd...but no biggie. So I head over to the gym.

It is an hour before the game. The teams are in a shoot-around and the cheerleaders are doing some warm-ups. She sees me and makes a beeline for me. I have no idea whats up.

She tells me she needs to talk to me. Now, a little about her personality. She didn't discuss her "feelings". We didn't spend hours talking about our "relationship". She almost had a guys personality. It was all fun and games and maybe how someone pissed her off that day.

She leads me outside, which I find kind of strange. Of course, my first thought is,"I didn't do anything". But she doesn't seem angry. So we walk to my car and start talking, but we are just leaning on the outside. Our conversation proceeds something as follows:

P: Saints-Man, I am nervous.

SM: You? Nervous about what?

P: So-and-so tonight. She is pretty good.

SM: What are you talking about?

P: The flip-flop contest!! (Like I am supposed to know what this was...but I quickly put two-and-two together)

SM: You are more than "pretty" good. You are very good.

P: I have heard some people think she is going to beat me.(This surprises me...we have been dating for several months and this is the first inkling I have seen of self-doubt in her).

SM: Doesn't matter what other people think. I have seen you do this. I haven't seen anyone come close to you.(I am officially in coach-speak mode now...I never realized that people paid any attention to this whatsoever.

P: She's different.

SM: How do you know?

P: I have heard.

SM: I think you are going to wipe the floor with her. I have never seen anyone come close to you. I think she is solely fighting for 2nd place. You are great under these pressure situations.(This is not a stereotypical whiny female conversation. She is expressing some pre-game jitters, and is not just fishing for a compliment. It was just the tone of the conversation)

P: I just don't know why I am nervous.

SM: Probably because this is the first time someone is even in your league. But you are still valedictorian.(Complete and utter coach-speak...I have no idea what I am talking about). Haven't you experienced nerves before?

P: No, just excitement.(Which is consistent with our sexy time. I was greatly enjoying our physical relationship, but this was my first sexual relationship and I was still enjoying the newness of it, so experimentation was not contemplated. She was occasionally not in the mood, but that was rare and there were no games. Quite refreshing and different from subsequent intimate relationships)

SM: Well, if I were you I would either just ride out the nerves or find a way to break the tension.

P: How do you do it?

SM: Well, I usually ride out the nerves. However, there were a few times that I ....(stop thinking about how to put this)

P: That you?

SM: masturbated a few hours before a game to relieve the tension(I had learned by that time that this was a very bad idea that I lost my energy - Orgasms weaken legs - but I was under the gun and didn't have time for a dissertation on the pros and cons)

P: Do we have time?

Time for some editorial comment. I will fully admit I was not, and am still not, a player. I wasn't close to being a player. I got along well with women. Women were and are comfortable with me, mainly because I was not in full-blown heat seeking mode at every moment. This modus operandi has cost me quite a few opportunities to get laid. I fully acknowledge that. I realize some my question my manhood. I fully acknowledge that also. Now, I realize that this admission may get me banned from this board due to my falling far short of FBG standards. But it was, and still is, true. That being posted, I was caught COMPLETELY off guard. You have to consider my background of growing up around practicing Catholic girls. However, making my father proud in this area for the first time in my life...my brain responded in an acceptable time frame.

SM: Not for me, but I think we do for you. Get in the car.

For those of you familiar with UNO, the parking lot to the gym(Not the UNO Arena, but the gym) is VERY small. Mabye 100 cars, and it was a simple rectangle. No place to hide. People were arriving for the game and no car in the parking lot was safe from observers.

So, it was a short ride to the Lakefront, less than ten minutes. Now...she is in full uniform. Off come the tights(the underwear if you will, but it is not shear). Saints-Man rises to the occasion and with the danger of being caught and the full blown eroticism, was able to diddle her to orgasm with a little time to spare. She was unquestionably the best peforming sexual partner I have ever had.

We are both fully aware of the mission here. After a brief post-orgasm embrace, the conversation:

SM: Feel better?

P: Yes....that was great.

SM: How are your nerves?

P: Great. I feel good.

SM: Well, we need to get you to that basketball game.

And there I was, Batman driving the Batmobile, my mission accomplished.

During the game, when I absentmindedly had tapped my left hand on my mouth, I could still smell "her". That is why I smiled.

We went out for a while after the game with the other cheerleaders. Eventually, we made it back to her apartment. It was a great night, probably the greatnest night of sex in my life. Oral sex galore, mixed in with intercourse and my first experience with doggy-style(non-anal) sex. We went at it until the sun shown in her apartment signaling a new day. Then, we collapsed, completely satiated. We slept through our morning classes. And I couldn't give a rat's ### about it.

That day has long lived in the spank bank.

*Nice long satisfy sip from my stein*

Not to gay this thread all up...but did she beat the other girl in the flip flop things?

 

[Exit 1]

Outstanding

 

[Kendall]

I thought I had something to contribute to this thread, but now realize I just need to sit back and watch.

 

[Exit 1]

Not to gay this thread all up...but did she beat the other girl in the flip flop things?

too late

 

[Shtaym Syek]

Not to gay this thread all up...but did she beat the other girl in the flip flop things?