The fleet is in! Two obvious questions, neither of which has an obvious answer, leap to mind immediately. Were these photos at least the unposed ones, of which there are many surreptitiously made? Some like the pyramid pose below were certainly set up for the picture.
Warnings: Look out, plenty of pure, unadulterated smarm ahead! A deep inhale and a sigh rewarded the owner of the arm -- alas, the sleeping figure rolled from his back to his side and resumed the even breathing of his previously peaceful rest. They could barely make out the figure of a four-year-old pajama-clad little auburn-haired girl standing at the side of the bed directly in front of his face. The darkened unfamiliar room and decor disoriented him for a few seconds, but then he remembered where he was.
I was 19 when I first had full-on sex with another man. I was at college, living in dorms, and the experience—aside from the usual horrifying awkwardness and somewhat spontaneity of the occasion—was completely and utterly unremarkable aside from one thing: the guy I slept with identified as straight. It was late or early, depending on your outlook on the world when I was joined by the boy who was living in the room next to mine, way back on the other side of the building. He was clearly intoxicated, but it was a party after all and who was I, quite drunk myself, to judge. The minutiae of exactly how things developed from us being together in that room to us having slightly unsuccessful sex in a bathroom in a different corridor have since escaped me.