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old lady, about 80 years in age, rang my doorbell this morning.
She asked if I knew where Harry lived, and I said that I didn't. She went
on to sprily describe him and his wife as an old couple on our street. I chuckled
that they're all old couples here, and she replied that it was "too early
to be a smart ass" in a cute "I'm gonna get you, you whippersnapper"
friendly tone. I laughed that she used the term "smart ass," and
she busily went on her way, joking that an ambulance had stopped at someone's
house yesterday, she didn't know whose house it was, and as a good nosy neighbor,
it was her duty to find out all the gossip. She was as happy and giddy
as any 4 year old, and it made me think. Sometimes we forget that life's
best moments are spent just having fun. We're so busy worrying and complaining
that we don't stop to take a break and just be goofy. SCM's about being
goofy, about having a blast, and about getting your rocks off.
Besides an excellent meal, what more could you want? <g>
So, without further ado, a lot of fun having is in store... fun only to be
had at StraightCollegeMen.com.
 As
the camera began, Boston Paul and I were talking about the "hopper"
(the "shitter" as the cruder folks on the west coast know it) and
I asked him about his girlfriend status.
 "I
noticed whenever I call her, it's like 'when you want to leave a message
for us'."
"Well, I mean, that's considerate."
"No, it ain't considerate. It's bullshit. She's a headcase."
Boston Paul's appreciation for the finer sex is, uh, well, he just hasn't
found true love yet. He went on to say that she should be his secretary,
cook his meals, and do his laundry. I laughed back and told him,  "You
are terrible." — Of course, true to human nature, we're most
attracted to the ones that are most bad for us. I think he's an adorable
teddy bear.
Asking him if he'd ever done anything nude which would normally be done clothed,
he said he mowed his back yard buck naked a couple months back... just
after he "banged" his girlfriend out there. No pretenses; with Boston
Paul, what ya see is exactly what ya get. <g>
Moving on to talk to Brett and Dean, I asked about their girlfriend
status as well. "Got any new girlfriends?" I querried Brett.
 "Nope.
Been meeting a couple girls, getting a lot of numbers, lately, but
I've been a broke-r ass... That's why I'm here." Indeed, I think Brett
could win a million dollar lottery and still have $2 to his name a week later.
Dean  went
on to say that he'd been going out with a 37 year old with a two year old
kid. "Nice fake titties. She's rich," he described her. "Divorced?
Married?" Paul asked. "None of the above, man. I think she just
had an accident." I told him to be sure to show her the tape where he
calls her kid an accident. <g> Straight guys... have even less
of a filter on what they say than I do. In-cor-rigible!
The guys were having an especially chivalry-free night as we started. But
hey, these are real straight guys being themselves... if you
want that fantasy ocean front property in North Dakota, several other sites
will be happy to sell it to ya.
So, we began with a "get friendly" activity: a dick check.
Each guy had to stick his hands down the pants of another guy, you know, just
to make sure his dick was there. <g>
 Paul
stuck his hand down the front of Brett's jeans and waggled things around.
Dean stuck his hand down the front of Boston Paul's pants, then pulled
Paul's dick out for everyone to see.
Brett finished up the  round
by unbuttoning Dean's blue jeans, grabbing his cock, and shaking it
around. Indeed, three dicks had been accounted for.
The next thing, as I told the guys, "is a little game I made
up called Friend or Foe."
Paul responded that I took that from a TV show and I told him back that I
hadn't. Not knowing the program, but figuring Boston Paul knew what he was
talking about, I renamed the game, "It's called 'Bitch or Friend'
<g>."
"Each of you gets to make a dare for one or two of the others.
And then, I'll decide how much that dare is worth. And if they do that
dare, or he does that dare, then you get
the money."
 The
guys discussed with each other what that meant then proceeded to come up with
dares for one another... all the while knowing that if the dare wasn't
completed, the person making the dare lost that amount of money
instead.
Yet, to know what the guys dared each other to do, you'll have to watch
the video. <g>
I can tell you that
Dean dared Brett:
"My dare to Brett is for him to _____________ since he never does it."
"What? He don't ________," Boston Paul asked back.
"Nope. He never has," I responded back.
This time, he did.
And to finish up the dares,  Boston
Paul and the foosball table became very intimate friends... all for the
benefit of Brett. "What goes around, comes around" was certainly
working well. <G>
Of course, I had the biggest, most intensive fun (and an avenue for possible
paybacks) saved for last... and while it doesn't involve any sexual aspects,
it's pretty darn "I-love-my-job" enjoyable to watch. To finish up
the goofy portion of the evening, we were to have an all out FOOD FIGHT!
The walls covered with green tarps, an inflatable pool in the middle of the
floor to catch the liquid, and the guys covered in specially purchased clothes
and goggles, I began by asking them a number between one and fifty.
When Dean got it, he got it! 
But you've got to watch the video to see the hilarity that ensues!
$300+ worth of industrial supply sized food flies everywhere, and once
the boys got started, they didn't want to stop. Maple syrup dripping down
the lens of the camera gives ya an idea of exactly how everywhere everything
went. <g>
   
After showering, getting all the foodstuffs off, and carrying the tarps to
the dumpster (withouth spilling a single drop), it was pretty late and we
were exhausted.  The
boys hit the bedroom and their pants (which they'd put on to help carry
the trash outside) started coming off before the camera even began.
They did their things next to one another, but each guy took care of himself.
So, straight up, know going in that this wasn't the most intense sexual
shoot ever (especially as things have been scorching around here lately)...
but I defy ya to name a better place to have a good time.
StraightCollegeMen.com - Damn! I love my job! <g>
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