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		<title>Wrong Place, Right Time</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/interracial-stories/wrong-place-right-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:30:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[interracial]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Right Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wrong Place]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wrong Place Right Time]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We've all made mistakes. Luckily, I've made it to the point in life where I can look back at most of them and laugh. Allow me to tell you the tale of one of my youthful indiscretions...way back in the day.

I was 17, and a bit of a young hellion. It was the early 1980s, in a small town in Ohio, and I was heavily into punk rock. I had the spiked hair, 5 gold hoop earrings in my ear, ripped jean, and a chip on my shoulder the size of New York. I was your typical dark, brooding, teenage male. The girls loved me and I took advantage of that every chance I could. I was about average height, with a 30" waist, broad shoulders and well defined pecs &#038; arms from doing roofing and construction for my best friend's dad's company. As it was late summer, I had a ruddy tan too.]]></description>
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		<title>Ass Eater</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/transgendered/ass-eater/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Transgendered]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ass Eater]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[  As a musician, I meet all sorts of people but most of my friends are other musicians. We just seem to understand each other better. Years ago, I had a friend who was a keyboard player. We all called him Dee because he had that young Billy Dee Williams looks. Young, dark skinned, moustache, cool hair, the deepest darkest eyes and a smile that could melt ice.

  Dee mostly played pop, R&#038;B, soul, etc. I moved to another state and as often happens, Dee &#038; I lost touch with each other. Well as luck would have it, I wound up on the road and while on a club tour, ran into Dee. I was stoked! Dee looked pretty much the same except that his hair was longer and he no longer had the moustache. We chatted for a bit but then I had to get ready to do the show. We exchanged numbers and email addresses and looked forward to catching up.]]></description>
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		<title>We All Make Mistakes</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/transgendered/we-all-make-mistakes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Transgendered]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[We All Make Mistakes]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We all make mistakes...but sometimes things work out for the best.
When I was 24, I moved back to Pittsburgh. I'd been living in a small,
rural community in Ohio that was possibly the most boring place on Earth.

    Being a musician, I figured the best way to get my name around town &#038;
start getting gigs was to start hitting the jam sessions held all over the
city, of which there were plenty at the time. For those unfamiliar with the
scene, at a jam session, you basically just show up with your instrument
and sometimes put your name on a sign-in sheet, sometimes you're just asked
to sit in. As I had a "look" back then, I never had to sign in. The other
musicians just knew I was a player! It was the early 90s and instead of the
typical long, dirty hair look, I sported an exaggerated pompadour and
usually wore a bowling-type shirt or a guyaberra and usually baggy dress
pants. I stand about 5'8 but was well built...broad shoulders, well defined
chest and a 32" waist.]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/transgendered/happy-birthday/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:23:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Transgendered]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Black]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Happy Birthday]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Interracial]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[If you've been reading my stories then you know that I have a weakness
for black dick...especially if the owner of that dick is wearing panties,
stockings, etc! Well this story is no different...and like the others, its
true.

  For years I had very close friend who was/is a black tranny. We met while
I was on a date with a friend of hers. The date didn't go too well but I
was lucky enough to meet this new friend. We made odd friends to be sure.
She was young, tall, glamorous, black and a bit wild. I, on outward
appearances, seemed more conservative. Being a white guy in my 30s, good
job, John Q. Citizen type...but still a bit wilder than most would guess.
My new friend and I became pretty much inseperable and after a period of
time, became playmates as well as friends.]]></description>
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		<title>After the Party</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/high-school-stories/after-the-party/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:20:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[After the Party]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[highschool]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Teenage]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[  I think its safe to say that teenage boys are always horny...even more so
if they've been drinking. At least I know I was when I was that age! So sit
right back and enjoy another tale of my misspent youth!

  I always considered myself straight but I found out early on that a piece
of ass is a piece of ass. I also discovered, after a brief stint locked up
in juvy, that gay black boys can be `loads' of fun...heh heh heh.

  In the small town in Ohio where I grew up, late May and early June meant
one thing: graduation parties. For most of the kids where I lived, that
meant endless partying.  Parents and cops both tended to look the other
way. It was just another ritual...and the world wasn't as crazy as it is
now. Most nights there would be 3-4 parties..., which, at least for me,
meant LOTS &#038; LOTS of drinking.
]]></description>
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		<title>Mistaken Identity</title>
		<link>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/college/mistaken-identity/</link>
		<comments>http://www.bathhouseindex.com/stories/college/mistaken-identity/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 01:54:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kingotbass</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mistaken Identity]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[One club, Mother's Junction, always seemed to have the best bands. Most weekends you could find me there. One night, while enjoying a show by a particularly good rockabilly band, I was chatting with friends and I noticed the back of what I thought was the hottest gal in the place.  About 5'8", slender, with long, wild, dark brown hair, and skintight white pants that showed off the hottest ass I had ever seen! It was shapely, small hips, &#38; nicely rounded. Being a typical 20 year old, red-blooded American male, I was needless to say becoming quite aroused! I could feel my cock straining against my tight Levis. I tried to think of something else to so my obviously hard on would abate. Then I noticed...she had turned around and to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all!!! She was a guy who just happened to look VERY feminine! Boy, I was embarrassed!  I couldn't help but notice him the rest of the night.  That ass was just amazing! Being a good looking guy, I'd had my share of women but few had an ass that could rival this guy's. As the night went on, I couldn't help but think about how that ass would look naked and I was actually thinking I'd like to fuck this guy! "What the heck????? I'm straight!", I thought to myself.]]></description>
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