" I nodded, going along with him. I took a sip of the drink and nearly gagged, but kept drinking anyways. I didn't want to seem like the wimpy sister....Nick motioned for me to follow him, and we went into the living room. He sat on the couch and I sat next to him, beer still in hand. My parents weren't big believers on TVs- there wasn't a single one in our house since the last people that lived here, 25 years ago. We sat there awkwardly for a few minutes, only drinking our beers. I took tiny. There was a moment of silence. The smell of sperm hadfilled the air.I felt very excited.After a while my friend said, “Are you ready to eat ourspermies?”I smelled the plate, It had a very strong sweet scent.“Y-Yes they smell good, I realize that the smell ofsperm is really good.”“I’m happy that you like it,” said my friend. “Yourwife is going to love it.”Then he passed me the plate filled with our spermiesand started filming again.I said to. "I'm sure that my face had been red for the last couple of minutes, but now it really began to burn. This jerk, Alex, had plenty of good looks and money and what he thought was a big dick. And now he had to show his girlfriend what a stud he was by humbling the pizza guy in front of her.I had been standing there with the carrier under one arm, and my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to hide the raging hard on that the girl had given me. I thought, what the hell. I'd tried to leave. ”“There’s something else,” she said nervously. “It wasn’t the first time they touched me. When you were in the toiletthey came on one of the other rides with me. My sarong didn’t fall off. They pulled it off. Their hands were betweenmy legs, touching me, and I just let them do it. When they jumped in the train I knew what they would try to do, butI just stayed there. I could have called out. Told you to stop the ride, or something, but I didn’t. I wanted to see howfar they would go.”“I bet.