It was about an hour when Robert came up in his underwear and asked if I knew where mom kept her hand lotion. I noticed he had a tent in front, and I ...tarted getting hard knowing what they were about to do. I told him, and he ran off. I quietly walked down the hall and opened the door to his room. I seen Danny leaning over the bed board, Robert fucking him. I closed the door, waited a minute and knocked. I could hear shuffling, then Roberts nervous voice say come in. He had his pants half way. “I have my place arranged for your immediate needs.”“Your roommate?”“Conveniently out of town,” he said with a wry grin.“Mmm, the man thinks of everything,” she quipped.“Not everything. Tell me, what’s the deal with you and Joey?”“I’m probably going to marry him, why? Does that bother you?”“No, just wanted to understand your--situation.”“Can we go now?” she asked impatiently.“Of course, but that will cost you a bruise or two later.”“Ohhh, I hadn’t thought of that. Can you bruise me where it. . ., not even a towel. His penis is big, semi-hard and swinging back and forth. I kinda screamed a bit, and he says something about me liking his big cock.”Well, Cheryl tells me about how he stands in the kitchen slowly stroking himself, and making crude and lusty comments, and how she is turning into jello watching this thirty something guy playing with himself and encouraging her to come over and join him. She continues her story about how she ends up in his arms, then in the bedroom naked on. But…but like I said, I’m straight. I’m not into guys at all.”“Really.” I closed in on him slowly. “Then you should go.” I undid my tie and pulled it off, setting it down on an end table.He nodded. “Yeah. I’m really sorry.” But he couldn’t pull himself away from me. I wouldn’t let him. He just looked at me as I walked toward him, unbuttoning my shirt. I’ve had a lot of time to perfect my body, and I’m naturally pale. Some people have told me I look like a Greek statue. As I opened my shirt, he.