Started to stroke it.That perfect cock. It was so stiff, so ready.....I murmured sexy things into his ear. Told him how good he was. Told him how I li...ed stroking his cock. How his tight, smooth body turned me on.I could feel him getting close.... encouraged him again...."Cum for me, Ryan"He came. It was onto his belly and mine. It rolled down my knuckles. It stained the bedspread.He was wonderful. He loved it. Loved a man's hand on his cock. The taste of cum in his mouth....I gave him my. Katrina's costume keeping the theme alive was a simple mask, a sheer green leotard and green high heeled boots and a green cape. "Shouldn't the cape be yellow and the leotard red if were suppose to be..." I started to ask."We are not those two, your Fatcock and I'm Swallow. Swallow get it? Katrina giggled at her own clever concept."Yeah I get it." I said as I felt my dick twitch.Before we left Katrina checked on her husband Kirby whom she chained to an old steam radiator hidden behind a 3 panel. Mr. Latin asked me to dance & off we went. Mr. Latin was really cute but couldn't dance very well & he kept stepping on my toes. I actually was enjoying this as he was such a good sport about it. So I tweaked my dancing to just be a bit more sensual & by slowing it down he could "keep up."For some reason when we returned to the bar our demeanor changed. He began looking at me with a smoky intensity that started arousing me.At this point his friends & mine were at the bar. He ordered me a drink. It was scary because girls usually dated boys older than themselves. Not only was I a year younger, but she seemed very mature, self-assured, and somehow worldly for her age. I was handsome, as I had been told by others, six feet tall, and weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds, but I still thought that she was way out of my league.Elsie surprisingly agreed to the date, and gave me the address of their condo, which was about twenty-five miles from where I lived. My father had not.