She pushed it wide and stood, naked, hands on hips looking at me. Her eyes flicked down, to my hard cock still grasped in my left hand."Dan!!" she exc...aimed. Then stepped into my cubicle, pulling the door shut behind her. Flicking the bolt across, and her wet hair back over her shoulder. "I think we can do better than that." She smiled, and dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed my hand away from my cock, grasped it tight with one hand, and devoured the head. Her mouth, wet and warm. ...oral and fucking. The intense intimacy shared between two men having anal sex was intoxicating. By this time, I was so aroused, I laid back and started stroking more intensely. I was so wet from all of my own precum. All I see in my mind were visions of men making love, kissing, primally fucking, sweating. My first orgasm was huge. Cum shot far. Some all the way past my head on the pillow, some on my face, a lot on my chest and abs.I cleaned myself up and thought "I am glad I got that. It was called BelieveAll. The company selling it claimed that it would get anyone to believe anything.Tim was shocked that it had worked. Stacey believed everything; she even bought that the trip he'd taken Rosa on was actually a company junket he had to pay for personally. Tim was living the high life. But that all came crashing down with the lunchtime phone call, nearly a year after he first used the product.Tim turned away from the store window and headed back towards the metro. Time to face. K**s these days...anyway this story is about when i finally got to be with her.i was on the school basketball team even though i'm only 6 ft 2 i was pretty good. she didn't coach us but was always at training watching us. i made sure i was at the top of my game to impress her. usually afterwards when the players are heading back to the locker rooms i stop to ask her about my progress, just to talk to her.but one day it all changed...as usual the other players were clearing out of the gym and i.