"You're crazy, you know that?" I say and smile, my hand softly stroking his. "Yes I know, but you absolutely love it, don't you? That's why you're wit... me, because I'm crazy and you love it," he replies, his foot slowly stroking my leg under the table. I look around at our surroundings, at the simple brown tables and chairs, and the many people drinking tea and coffee around the room. This is our favorite coffee shop ever, we come here all the time. It's not exactly cheap, but it's quiet and. His thoughts then turned to his mother's hair and thewonderful texture and scent he experienced while he brushed and braidedit. His mind focused on his Auntie Arlene urging him to kiss the damp hairthat he had just wound on those beautiful rollers. He was sorry he neverthanked her for getting him do that. ! All of those thoughts made his pleasuring of himself more firmly methodical. As hecontinued to manipulate himself, he thought about when he tried to rubagainst his mother's leg while he was. Let's see what's goin'on in there."I followed dutifully. As we entered the bedroom, Jill already hadCarla laid out on the bed. Jasmine was standing next to the bedwatching. Carrie and I stood beside Jasmine. Jill hovered over Carla,kissing her nipples. Jill's nipples each had a ring piercing. Giventhe other rings she had all over her body, I wasn't surprised by thatfact. I suspected that she had one on her clit as well.As Jill did Carla, Carrie and Jasmine turned simultaneously to meand began. Each day my desire for the real thing grew greater. I had heard about a park by the lake where gay men would pick each other up. On Saturday afternoon I got brave & decided to see if it was true. As I drove through the park, there were plenty of men out & about, & it was obvious what they were after. I parked next to a van. It was rocking and through the window I could see a white guy fucking a black guy from behind. I felt a stirring in my pants and started walking through a wooded.