Last night at a stop light on my way to class...
There I am minding my own business dancing in my car like I am in a gay disco with the sun glowing in front of me like a glittering disco ball when suddenly the sidewalk is filled with young studs jogging down the sidewalk. Jogging, whipping their young tight muscles into shape for whatever sport is in season right now. Jogging in their black polyester gym shorts and shirtless. The only kind of covering their chests are wearing is a nice fine glistening wetness of sweat. Sweat from their after school before practice jog. Their eager young muscles shining from the sweat on their tender young bodies the shorts clinging to their young buttocks.
I glide to a stop as the light turns red and I am in no hurry for it to turn green as I lean my elbow onto the window seal and start to wind the end of my ponytail between my fingers and palm as I let my mind drift off to the young boys with their ripe young bodies bouncing off into the sunset feet from my car. With their sweaty chests, deep breaths timing their pace, the natural leader of the herd taking the other young studs into the stable. My mind wanders, my eyes narrow as I take in my prey.
I suddenly notice how skinny they all are. I also start to notice how small their buttocks are as one turns to look at me and I notice his young pale face and the *ting* of braces hits my eye.
I shake the lust from my ponytail as I realize, Oh my god. I just completely lusted after a pack of high school boys. What are they? Fifteen, maybe 16-years-old? Surely there must be an 18-year-old among them. I look closer. Nope, I don't think there is. I don't think there is a legal one among the pack.
Damn it. There I am on the fast track to hell and once again there isn't a hand basket in sight.
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sounds familar, only I found out how old I felt on saturday in the hotel as I wondered down to get my free breakfst i saw that the lobby was filled (FILLED!!!) with what I found out was two college girls volleyball teams... (hello penthouse forum) and i swear my only thought was ...
Im never gonna get anything to eat with all these people in here....
yep time to die.
Haha. I've been there. It's worse for me because I came from a different culture and it's difficult to guess the ages of people of a differnt race. I used to be constantly worried if the girl I am undressing mentally is legal or not. After staying in this country for some time, now I can tell the age :)
JUSTTERRY- I live in a college town and The Spousal Unit and I go to the volleyball games sometimes. It's like University sanctioned porn. If a huge fight ever broke out and the two teams ended up rolling on the ground together I could die happy.
PG- You have no idea how hot catholic schoolgirl uniforms are. Or maybe you do. Either way, I feel a little dirty everytime. Not enough to stop, mind you. And again, no handbasket.
Terry: Yeah, getting old sucks sometimes. Sucks big and hard and not the good fun kind of good and hard, either.
DNA: Ah, the mistaken age groups I know it well. I play it sometimes myself...good times.
Ph: As someone who has played the Catholic school girl a time or two (and been happy to do so) I know the dirty fantasy well.
The dirty naughty Catholic school girl is actually a fantasy of my own...
naughty, but true.
Lusty tale. I love it! I am linking to this post.
Ha ha! You were looking at young 'uns!
I guess I can't laugh too much. I was driving through town once, and noticed a pair of fabulously long legs and a tight butt on this one woman walking on the sidewalk.
As I passed, I craned my head out of the car and realized it was my aunt.
Ouch.
Sonia: Lust is fun. Lusting after young ones is even more so.
Thanks for the link!
OMC: OKay, you win the sicko contest.
Actually, there wasn't a contest, you won, hands down.
GG: Agreed.
and we're all coming with ya...cuz we were lusting too just from your description
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