Apples and Oranges Part I
I was in Heaven for those five years, watching the boys go past and mentally undressing them. I even physically undressed a few, but that's still hush-hush. But there was this one boy, Tristan, he was fi-INE! He did sports a lot and had one of those tanned gorgeous sculptured bodies. Thank God for the sun, he spent most of his time topless. I used to gaze from afar, watching tiny beadlets of sweat run down in between his pecs and through the ridges of his six-pack and round his navel. It was...