I wasn't comfortable being a sex toy for guys after all I am a guy also, so why would I want to let another guy use me as his bitch. All of these tho...ghts ran through my mind as I walked home one Thursday evening. As I passed an alley way some one called out 'David, come here', at first it didn't register than it hit me like a ton of bricks. Back in the alley way stood Jerome in the shadows, I thought about running, but Jerome know where I lived. I glanced around me quickly than went in to. I don't know if Barbra caught me looking or not.15 min later we arrived at her apartment. We got the grossry and went in the building just my luck the elevators were full, we managed to get in one. I got in first, then Barbra we were squished. I was in the corner and Barbra infront of me, a man came and we had to puch back, I was stuck in the corner and Barbra no were to go was squishing me. Her ass were pressing up to my penis, I began to get hard, another person came in know she pushed. Their names were Peter and Miguel. The former was an excellent player, but he was more of an artist and poet. While practiced, the tall Russian-born player recited a sonnet from seventeenth century Russia. He claimed it was from one of the lovers of Empress Catherine. ‘So now,’ the poet said, showing off his balancing trick with a red soccer ball on his bony knee, ‘Allow me to make a sonnet about this ball.’ ‘Do that, Peter, and we’ll kick yours!’ One of the players cried. Amanda heard the cry. I had to concentrate to not moan with pleasure as she did. After the class was over I decided to hang back, I was glad I did because she invited me to hang out in the sauna until closing time. We sat up against each other, barely covered by our towels. We talked for about an hour before she leaned in to kiss me, her lips were so soft, her hand was soon up my towel rubbing my pussy. I moaned with pleasure as I squeezed her nipple. Just then the manager walked in to tell us he was locking up, he.