The feel of another mans penis growing harder in your hands while you work his shaft was amazing. Before long he was fully hard, rock hard and tom had...the magazine now lying acoss his face, hands behind his head. I could feel his heart throbbing in my hand and the look of his shining head and swollen lips made me want to take it all in my mouth. "suck it...." he murmured. "go on...suck it". I readjusted my seating and lowered my face towards his stomach. I pulled his foreskin all the way back.. My dick was straining to get out, and Kate knew it. “All these clothes have got me horny again. Go down on me now,” my wife commanded. I did as I was told. I was learning to like licking my wife’s pussy. I always believed it was a tit for tat thing—I’d go down on her and she’d go down on me. I figured that sex that night would be epic. My mind was fixated on it. I felt something drip on my leg. It was pre-cum from my locked-up cock. I was later to learn that these were called “chastity. She leaned over the table ‘for a napkin’, drawing his attention to her cleavage and the large, bright red pendant necklace that had been hiding in her shirt. Once he looked, she pounced: ‘Do you like my necklace?’ Not about to admit to taking a peek down her shirt, Drew only swallowed and nodded. ‘Oh, well maybe you should take a closer look at it.’ She stood up, and walked over next to him. RIGHT next to him. Now she was in a position of power: with him still in his chair, he had to look up at. Let's roll out guys...' Charlie squeezed my buttock one more time and said '...I can't wait...' I stood there motionless as I watched the three of them walk away. My mind was blank, they wanted me to be alone with them all night, how was I going to survive something like that and still be me. I walked home trying to come up with a plausible reason for staying over at any of their homes while their folks were out of town. I could hear my folks telling me how much trouble boys could get into.