"It's just fucking sex."From my lack of response, he immediately knew what I was thinking."Man, that ship has sailed," he continued. "Besides, do you ...hink I'm gay? I love having your dick in my ass. Does that make me gay?"Embarrassed and conflicted, I tried to pull away from him. "Stop."Jeff pushed me against the wall, pressing the side of my face into the wet paint. "Not until you say you like it. I want to hear you say you like me fucking you." No." Come on, man. We're both straight. We just. We chatted whenever we could and we both starting to explore our fantasies with each other, which in turn led to many an orgasm on both sides. I wear panties to work just about every day and whenever I could, I would also cam for Paul. These sessions were especially exciting as I would wear the panties of Paul’s choice and then go about doing what he would like to see which always ended with an explosion on my side. More often than not it would be in my panties and as I would later discover. Rob did concede that he found the contact very erotic and loved the feel of my cock and balls in his hands and against his body. We both agreed that being bare man to man was so erotic and that it is an experience we would like to repeat, both Sue and Linda readily agreed. Secretly I really wanted a session with Rob, wrestling or not, so that I could get more contact with his nude body, I had admitted that to Linda and she was all for it, providing she could watch.What also came out of this. I wasn’t any stranger to police procedure, but Sophie squared it all away with a few statements. She identified me as the guy who’d rescued her after those fucktards tried to manhandle her over behind a dumpster. I looked where she pointed, and sure enough, there was a dumpster! So, that’s where they’d planned to take her. Oh, well. At least they wouldn’t get her, now.Once they got their reports filled out and took our names and student ID numbers, they let us go. In turn, they placed the.