The first cubicle... I opened the door and there she was, standing nervously. I stepped in, shut the door and locked it. I approached her moving close..., she went to say something, but I placed my finger across her lips, signalling not to make a sound. Then I lifted her shirt off her shoulders so she was standing just in her bra, and god it made me horny, her breasts popping out while I could see her nipples standing to attention through her bra. I lifted the strap of her bra from her shoulder. He seemed satisfied with that."He told me about a couple he met when he worked as an actor in New York, a husband and wife who shared the fantasy of another man fucking her. They approached him one night after his show, and the husband watched his wife flirt with Michael outside the theater. He fucked the wife a few times while her husband watched. He said he often thought about fucking me when we'd see each other now and then, and he knew it had worked for the couple in New York, but he. Soon, a pretty fourteen-year-old girl came out wearing a pair of shorts and a dress shirt.“Uh, hello?” she asked when she walked up to us.“Hi, My name is David, and this is my friend Trudy,” I said, introducing myself.She smiled, shook our hands, and introduced herself, “Jessie. Do I know you?”“No, but we have properly introduced ourselves,” I joked. “Trudy has her eyes set on something for her mom’s birthday. We have dinner reservations in twenty minutes, and I’m not in the mood to do snooty.. He tilted his head up (he was a few inches shorter than me) and started kissing me. Call me naive, but I hadn't seen that coming.I'd hardely ever thought about kissing a man. It had only occurred to me in the sweet, blissful moment after cumming with another guy, and that itself had only happened to me five times before.My same-sex fantasies had always, overwhelmingly, focused on the warm, throbbing, spurting cock. I wasn't much interested in thei rest of their bodies, or any kind of romantic.