He smiled. I walked past the naked butts at the sink area, one bubble butt caught my eye and I brushed against his cheeks with the back of my hand. He...was younger, late twenties, had soap on his hands as he looked over his shoulder but didn't say anything. I whispered "nice butt", and headed, slowly through the locker area to the john. Along the way I relished in the sights of several men, most dressed, some still nude. One guy had his foot on the bench putting on his sock. His big ball sack. "Not a lot, not a lot - you're in advertising, she's a doctor, none of your circle of friends seems too interesting — with the exception of Janak, that fucker's got friends all over the force — and that I didn't see anything worth investigating. Which I didn't. Now, grapevine says that your fiancé bought up the neighboring block, so I've got to wonder what I might see six, eight months from now, but I ain't sayin' shit to them about that." Well, once she's finished with everything, I imagine. "The rooms they would live in were adjacent, had a shared balcony and, as they were to find out later, connected to the sizable kitchen by a half-forgotten ladder positioned just outside the railing. As Matt stepped into what would be his room for the coming days, he gave a low whistle. It was fit for a king, if one would pardon the pun. Rich blue curtains with silver fringes, a bearskin rug and numerous paintings of everything from animals to great heroes of tales from long ago – many of which. He leaned in and kissed me then, not terribly hard, but insistent and wonderful, then his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. Well it at first probed against my lips, darting here and there and I couldn’t help but open my lips to him. After what seemed like ages of his powerful kiss, he pulls back and goes down, making a beeline to my right breast. As his lips latch onto my nipple I gasp again, then moan, this boy has very done this before, there is no way a virgin would know how to do this. I.