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Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut.

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After I'd divorced my wife of 10 years, I moved into a condo while she and the kids lived in the house. We'd parted amicably, but I was still pretty hurt by the whole process and the things that we'd said in court. Luckily, she wasn't able to take me all the way to the cleaners, so I was fairly well off even with the alimony and child support I had to pay. 

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Just arriving home at 4 in the morning, a salty yet intoxicating taste lingering in my mouth, I felt I should put my thoughts down before retiring. After all, I had just sucked a cock for the first time, and it was a wonderful experience I had waited oh, too long to try. I now knew it wouldn't be my last, so I decided that, at least for my own sake, I should describe the feelings so I could relive them again and again.

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While in the Navy and stationed overseas, I tried out for the Navy Bowling Team, which travelled all over Europe every spring and summer. They would fly on Mondays, practice Tuesdays through Fridays, compete on Saturdays, relax on Sundays, and fly to the next meet on Monday. I made the team and we practice 4 days a week during the winter.

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"Unnngggh," I groaned as my alarm beeped me into consciousness Monday morning. I considered slamming my fist down on the snooze button, as usual, but then I remembered that I had a psych exam in an hour, and I blew off studying last night. "Damn," I mumbled, turning my alarm off and crawling out of bed. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, yawned, and scratched my chest. I gazed out the window and groaned inwardly as I saw heavy sheets of rain pelting campus walk. This is going to be a bad day, I thought.

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There's nothing worse than two divorced guys sitting around watching television on a Saturday night. Lamar lost everything when his wife took everything he owned. All he had left after he got home from work that day was the car and the clothes he had on his back. I wasn't much better off. The only difference seemed to be in the bills that were left behind. In this department, I was the ultimate loser. Still I managed to get a tiny apartment behind an old house on the outskirts of town. When I found out Lamar's troubles, we decided to chip in together.

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I was a pretty normal teenage jock. Women, sports, and partying were my priorities. Like nearly everyone I knew, I was generally repulsed by the thought of two men doing anything together sexually. I had certainly never been attracted to men in my life. In fact, the summer after high school was spent in pursuit of girls. I was lifeguarding and teaching swimming at a private club.

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It was 1996 and I was living on the coast of Mississippi. I had been married for six years, and my second son had just been born. I had just returned from several months at sea on a Navy ship. My wife was always exhausted and not interested in sex. I, on the other hand, had a perpetual hard on. One day while driving along the beach I happen to notice a sign that said XXX 24 HRS. I was curious because I'd never been in an adult store before. On a whim I decided to see what it was like.

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Roy Sharpe felt like his life was turning around, after having gone through a rough patch. Roy had gotten married a couple of years ago, and right after he made Mindy his bride, he lost his job as the economy tanked.

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"Shit! I'm so gonna be late for practice." Jeremy Tryon was stuck on the highway in a traffic jam. More than likely a bunch of people who were going to the same place he was. At least he didn't have to unpack when he got there. He would just check-in, change into some workout clothes and run down to the track. He could still do it. He pulled into the back of the Stonewall Hall loading dock.

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