His penis on my skin started to pull and pinch, and it started to hurt a little.“That hurts,” I said.“It’s cause we need some lotion,” Brian...said. “Lotion will make it slide easier.”Brian got off of me momentarily and went digging through his backpack, pulling out a tube of sunscreen. “This will work,” he said.He came back over to me, as I still laid there on my stomach, my bare ass sticking up. He squirted a little sunscreen lotion onto his fingers and then spread it gently in my crack.The. We talked about my duties, then he got up, “I guess it is time to go feed the a****ls. Why don’t you take those shorts off, I can see you are uncomfortable and you don’t want to get that prize sc****d your first day” He could see my obvious embarrassment at doing this, “Tell you what, I’ll meet you in the barn, I have a frilly dress like thing that you can wear if that will make you feel better” My shorts were tight, for some reason my cock wasn’t going down or getting soft, his was the same. Emma and I were just two in a mixed group of about a dozen who went out for a drink after work on Friday nights. We had a few early drinks at a pub near the university that was dodgy even by local standards, then left before its clientele got too drunk. We ate at a cheap kebab shop, then carried on though to a louder pub that let you get cheaply boozed up before the night clubs. I talked to several people, but somehow it was always Emma I ended up talking with.In a group of clever people, Emma. Arnold stepped into the dark smoky room and the door locked shut behind him. He looked around and took in the now familiar surroundings. The room was basically square and along the full length of all four sides were C-shaped velour seating arrangements half surrounding small circular tables. Most were filled with what looked like fat Japanese business men and the occasional group of young Caucasians, but all parties had at least two girls of all races happily sitting in leather or silk or PVC.