We got up and followed what had become our morning routine. Sandy and I showered together, which as usual involved a lot of squeezing and fondling and...ended with her giving me a blow job. Then we dressed for school and had breakfast. Sandy was getting to be pretty good at making breakfast, especially waffles, but since it was a school day, we settled for scrambled eggs and heat-n-serve bacon. All through the morning Sandy had an air of expectation, waiting for someone to acknowledge that it was. Longdicking me, he fucked me for a solid five minutes. Both of us were sweating and I was now arching my back to meet his thrusts. Jay had been supporting himself over top of me with both his arms. Now he lowered his chest onto mine. His warm skin rubbed my hard dick. "Getting fucked gives you a hard-on, whiteboy. Tells me just how much you like being a pussy for a real man." He thrust his cock in deeply as he said this, making me moan again. Jay's cheek was next to mine and he was whispering. He just seemed like a naturallygood guy. If a little edgy. But, in all modesty, I know how good I canstill look and I can imagine how that must make some men, inadequate orinexperienced men, feel. Or perhaps it was something more. As I watchedhim measuring out in the garden, I remembered being fooled before and ithad cost me dearly.Could it still hurt? That hideous scar on my left breast. Even though itwas a year old now, I could still feel the knife slicing me. While Iwaited I put some of the. This was something I'd never seen before. They were published by a "naturist" society, it said on the contents page. I felt embarrassed to look at them out there on the sidewalk, especially because I feared their owner might notice and come out and confront me. But of course I had to see more! So I quickly picked them up, rolled them together tightly, and then tucked them into an inner pocket of the jacket I was wearing. That didn't get them enough out of sight, though, so after walking a.