Thursday, April 07, 2011


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh man does this bring back a memory. 8th grade, up in the darkened balcony of the jr. high school auditorium. me and a buddy were playin around and things got overheated. instead of just lowered pants and some grope and grab, clothes came off and we were going at it like dogs in heat. out of fuckin nowhere a door opens, the balcony is flooded w/ light and in walks the new hunky young phys. ed teacher. we were frozen in fear. after what seemed like an eternity, "coach" boyer said, "don't stop on my account." we looked at each other dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. "go on guys. don't let me stop you." holy god! we ever so cautiously went back to what we were doing. next thing i knew the coach was standing next to us bare ass nekid! the three of us had a moment of "shared privacy" i'll never forget. NEVER!
thanks for the memory MM.