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“Sure, I’ll drive you home. But do you really want to go home just to sit around a do nothing or would you like to come with me downtown to the Battery Park Book Exchange for some stimulation?” Trent had just put in eight hours at the University of North Carolina Asheville Ramsay library, checking out books at the circulation desk, and more time with books today was not his idea of stimulation. “Stimulation?” he asked. “Stimulation of the intellectual kind, at least while we’re at the bookstore,” Julian Carter, director of the Special Collections at the library, answered, giving Trent a little knowing smile like Trent might be thinking of another kind of stimulation. And to show that Trent was on the right track, Julian added, “and if you are interested, other stimulations later in the evening.” And Trent, in fact, was thinking of stimulation more in the sexual sense at the moment, having been well taken care of sexually when he was working on his masters and not having gotten ...

During the summer holidays I usually stayed with my grandmother, She lived up the coast close to a beach. I would spend most days laying around the beach in the dunes or walking in the bush. I would often come across old guys pulling on their dicks in the bushes. A couples of times I saw then fucking each other, This always made my dick hard for the rest of the day. No one seemed to take notice of a hard dick poking up in my tight swimmers. One of those days at the beach I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. It was starting to get dark by the time I got to the shower block at the far end of the beach. The shower block was off in the bushes, a small room with toilet, a couple of benches and a row of shower heads along one wall, all in the open. I was the only one there so I slipped off my swimmers and hopped under the shower to wash off the sand and sweat. I had only been under the shower a couple of minutes when an older guy came into the shower block. I had seen him in the bush...