John and Neil were the best at this. John, 13 at the time, would get your attention during a conversation, and when you look over to him, he would be ...oing something like gripping his whole package like a cock ring and shake it all at you. It was a pleasure every time to watch him wag his tan hairless cock and nuts at someone. Neil would quietly pull up his shorts leg or pull them down enough to let his dick and/or balls hand out. Steve would do quick flashes where he’d pull down his pants just. Also any t-shirts you have in bad taste."I stepped out of the shop waiting for people to start to point and shoutat me. It wasn't until I reached Becka's Place that it occurred to methat I was in the East Village of Manhattan. I might look a bitoutrageous but I definitely not out of place.Becka's Place looked like any other small hair salon in the city. I hadnever been in one before but I passed them every day. I walked throughthe door and a small buzzer chirped. A small oriental woman looked. I began to stroke myself, opening my legs slightly to more fully allow my cock to engorge and my testicles to swing. I know this sounds crazy but here I was fascinated by my own cock and actually jerking off to my own dick. I thought about cumming, I wanted to cum. I wanted to watch the sperm squirt out of the head of my cock. I could see the head turning bright purple as it disappeared into my quickly stroking hand. No, I thought, no I can’t be cumming off in Bert’s house. I stopped jerking. " He was a tall man, reedy thin, with fine, strong feature. A well- shaped face with a sharp nose and inquisitive blue eyes. "Come into my office, would you?" He directed me towards the door, walking behind me; once he was in, he locked the door. Needless to say, this made me nervous.He sat back in his chair behind his desk and examined me closely. I felt probed, inspected, dissected by his careful vision. He finally pressed his fingertips together. "So you have recently come from Desa.