Something that made my face warm and brought a little tingle to my crotch, right on that little button that I sometimes rubbed at night, alone in my r...om, thinking about Leonardo DiCaprio. God, was he sexy . . . . After an eternity and a half, I looked back up and saw that the boys had left. Thank God. I really had to go to the bathroom – I was dancing in the plastic chair – but I had been afraid to get up while the boys were standing by the hallway to the restrooms. Seizing my chance, I. My breathing was getting heavy, my balls tightening. Dick spoke."Umm, would you, you know, like to touch me?" he asked, a little shyly, kind of hesitant. He managed to be non-threatening in what could have been a totally threatening situation.I felt my face flush. I looked at Dick, then down at his dick. I slid over to get next to him. I released my dick, reached down and put my hand next to his. Silently, he took his hand from his penis, and placed it on my hand, which he then guided over to. I plan on explaining why I chose to share my story another time. It has dredged up all sorts of feelings- good, and bad. I will tell you, dear reader, that explaining this has also caused me to be very horny in a very different manner.Some of you have read just part one and contacted me about it. I posted part two.Yes, I am very real. The events were very real. The people I mentioned are very real. A few are actually Xhamster friends this very day. I imagine some newly present Xhamster friends. I replied that I didn’t have one and added my phone-number. At least we could move off of email and onto texting.It was a novel experience, getting texts. My phone kept bleeping and I kept tapping away, not paying any attention to the cookery program. My parents were intrigued as we lounged in the living room watching evening TV together.“Who is it?” my mum eventually asked. I could tell dad was half listening too, trying to divide his time between the TV and my embarrassment.“Just a friend” I.