Not a one of them deserves you. Anyway, do you think any of those selfish gits would share you with me?” “Probably not,” I said. His left hand...touched my head. He ran his fingers through my hair, then gently trailed his finger tips down my back. His right hand moved to my left leg, softly squeezing my inner thigh. I felt a shiver of delight run through me. His left hand came to a rest just where my waist and right hip meet. I felt a smack and heard a loud pop as his right palm made sudden. Between work and surfing, I stayed in good physical shape with a deep tan to complement my long sun-bleached hair. I drove a five-year-old Datsun pick-up because I didn’t need anything fancier to carry my board to the beach. There were enough girls, and women, who were attracted to the care-free ‘bad boy’ image of a surfer that I could get laid almost any time I wanted.I placed the beer and steaks into my refrigerator and then sat down on my sofa with the sports section from the Sunday paper. I. The idea of being in one room with two, maybe three, naked men made me think of a fantasy I once had after looking at some pictures in one of Charlotte's magazines."I don't need to see any other men. You're all I need. I'm all yours. You can do with me what you want."He looked at me, surprised, maybe a little shocked. "What do you mean, 'do with you what I want'?" I mean exactly what I said. I want to belong to you. You can do what you want with me. Make love to me until it hurts, let other men. I concentrated on slowly masturbating him to the best of my first-timeability. I gripped his member tightly and slowly squeezing and strokingas I worked my hand up and down his penis. He must be enjoying it Ithough, because he was just staring at my hand wanking him while one ofhis hands stroked my nyloned thighs and pantied crotch. As his otherhand had finally freed my member, he began to squeeze it harder andharder. I just concentrated on getting this over with as soon aspossible; the feel.