Some of the cheerleaders look concerned. The rest are blissfully ignorant of what their male friends do and have no idea why I would come to their tab...e, so they look at me quizzically.I ask, “Christy, you’re the head cheerleader, right?”“Ya, what’s up?”“My companies are in need of some models. To start with, it will just be for advertisements. This summer, we are going to be a big part of the bike race, Tour de Victoria. We will need some showgirls. I also want to get as many girls as possible. My own cock was starting to stir in my jeans. I got so excited and I had to then pull my own cock out. I’m smaller then Jack, only about six inches long. I noticed that Jack was looking over at me stroking my cock and then kind of gave me a little smile. “You know Ryan, you could jerk mine and I could do yours. I mean we’re friends and we’re kind of high and drunk. I mean I really want you to feel my cock.” I didn’t need another invitation. I wrapped my hand around Jack’s cock and stroked my. I rolled awkwardly off the bed and onto the floor. I was not hurt, other than my male ego. I quickly stood to see if Sarah was okay, still displaying an erection that, only seconds before, had been ready to explode with my male seed. Sarah was on her side, coiled in a fetal position, mewing softly, still enjoying her orgasm, and unaware that she had bruised her chin or that I had fallen off the bed. “Why did you pull out of me like that?” she asked, looking up at me with misty eyes. As I. "Were you afraid I'd be mad?" he continued, pulling me into a big embrace. "It's okay, honey, it really is. Actually, you know, it's kind of a turn-on."The rest of that night, and the next few days, were one big love-fest in our house, although sex-fest might be the more accurate term. Sam was so pleased by my "honesty", and still so turned-on by the thought of me and Mary rolling around in bed together, that he was all over me. And of course I was still getting that wonderfully satisfying dose.