He found his clothes and he put on his shirt and blue jeansand he noticed that the shirt seemed to be hanging unusually loose thismornig and than why ...id his hair seem longer. His hair was down to hiscollar he kept his hair really close clip.The woman came in and said, "My dear you are finally up I didn't thinkyou would sleep this long."Randy started to ask, "Wh-"He stopped, his voice seemed unbelieveably high.He finished, "What time is it?"She laughed and said, " You have been sleeping for 2. He undressed himself impatiently, without caring much about if we saw each other naked at this point, all I knew was that I eagerly wanted him to continue giving me more pleasure. He yanked off his shorts along with his red rock band style boxers, then he pulled off his shirt and Mark grabbed his semi hard circumcised cock in his hand giving it a few light strokes as he came closer to me. I gazed at his fully naked body up and down while I stroked my own semi hard cock. Mark continued to stroke. He had not stopped talking to me the entire time I had been there and I could tell he was enjoying looking at the photos with me. Still at half mast, I turned away from the bookshelf and back toward the computer. I had not looked down at my dick but I could tell it was leaking. I produce an insane amount of precum, and even more comes out when I'm in a situation where I can't touch myself. I was now standing right in front of him while he was sitting down with my leaking cock about three feet. Shortly after, I began participating in gymnastics at the age of twelve; Monty’s motley crew visited us. To my horror, my dad insisted I perform flick-flacks and tumbles for them. From then on, all three of his sons, particularly Gerald, referred to me as ‘The Ballerina.’ Fortunately, Harold and Arthur, Monty’s other sons were not as annoying as Gerald was. Gerald was two years older than I was, and all three siblings had been born a year apart, with Arthur, the youngest, my age.During future.