I was on the internet when I saw a dating/chat room. I was lonely. I was horny. I wanted to see some tits or some ass. I had needs. Little did I know,...when I did my profile, I was clueless. I did the bare basics. Height, build, etc. I couldn't leave the profile picture blank. I thought out loud. "Fuck it," I said to myself.I took off my shirt, revealing my scrawny figure and changed my pants to basketball shorts. I went to the bathroom to take a selfie. After I took that selfie, I chose two. We got a nice rhythm going, tempered by our tiredness, making love more than fucking. I was getting close to orgasm as I felt David fucking me faster. Miraculously we both came at the same time, and we collapsed in each other’s arms, quickly falling asleep.Not sure what time it was, but later I woke up feeling very thirsty. I got up to go and get a drink from the fridge. As I went into the kitchen area, I noticed the pool lights still on – and the pool was empty. My first thought was that Paige. I know I shouldn't call it a wee-wee stick, I should call it a penis, but it was too big and strange for that, it was more like a club of driftwood, his big balls like the knob end of a big branch, polished smooth from years and years at sea, and now the woman, kneeling in front of him, was touching him down there with her long fingers, and then she bent towards him and put her mouth around him, around the end of his penis, just at the end of it, while she kept touching him or tickling him, his. Paralyzed from fear, he looked at the man, expecting him to be shocked and disgusted, but he seemed intent on his work. He was also, Mark noticed, breathing very slow and deep. Mark was still frozen. Silently, the man continued, and very gently pulled Mark's knees up a little and opened his legs wider. This is the last thing Mark wanted. But things got worse. The man's finger moved from below Mark's balls to the thin stretch of denim covering Mark's ass crack. As he rubbed, he pushed the.