New Faces - Sex Stories

New Faces

... are very immersive. Some, while lacking in variety when it comes to words, have very imaginative feels to them. These are the stories that make me feel young again. I remember when I could afford to be this active, this gluttonous, this liberated. Now look at me: 62 years young and I’m crackling if I even think of picking something up wrong.

Where did the years go? It seems like just yesterday I was play fighting with my boys, drinking tubs worth of drinks, playing all types of sports, taking in and conquering nature, I just really knew how to make life give me what it had to offer. I was invincible. And now I get exhausted from thinking about it. What I’d give to go back to yesteryear. Return to the man I used to be.

Too bad time doesn’t work like that, though. I’m confined to the prison that is withering. At least I can still live vicariously through these stories, though. I mean, look at this one. This guy’s fighting a gator to save his friend. Not the most realistic or optimal scenario to be in, but I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t be an exciting experience. Just forcing those vice-like jaws open before they have the opportunity to slice off your arm and using that arm to choke the hell out of that gator.

Not to mention the ultimate prize for such a heroic feat being presented in front of an unexpecting girl. Again, the chances of any of this actually happening are asinine. It’s borderline impossible. But it’s still fun to think about. My very empathetic ...

... friend seeing me covered in my wounds, desperate to help me in any way she can as a way to express her gratitude. Cleaning my wounds, telling me how she was so scared and how glad she is that I’m here, washing my sweaty clothes, bathing me-...

Ok, that’s enough grading for one day. I’ve got the whole weekend for it. Damn, these kids really know how to write an engaging story. But I should probably get Dinner started for Dahj. It’s getting pretty late. I mean, it’s on- 10:30?!?!?!

What the fuck?! I’ve only gone through five stories! Jesus, I’m really losing track of my time. I gotta learn to take a few steps back from work. It’s not healthy. And poor Dahj. I mean, sure, he’s old enough to feed himself and there’s plenty in the kitchen for him to eat, but we really should spend more time with each other. A boy needs quality time with his old man. Plus, a parent’s involvement is essential to a kid. And with his mother gone, it’s my job to step it up.

But not at this hour. Both because, while I’m a language arts teacher instead of a math teacher, I know that teenage boy + internet connection + night time = not the most optimal time to bond, and I’m getting a bit hungry, myself. I’ll just heat something up and go to bed. I’ve gotta brainstorm some things I could do with Dahj to better our relationship, so my head’s gotta be crystal clear and fully operational. And being hungry and tired isn’t doing anyone any favors.

The sun eventually rises as the gorgeous lightly cloudy ...