“Well, firstly, I was sure that you would refuse. Secondly, that would have given you the upper hand, and you could have exposed me as some kind of ...ervert” he replied. We both giggled at the comment. “I would love to fuck Reilly,” Morgan concluded.As I got up to fetch us two more beers, Morgan grabbed onto my arm and pulled me towards him. Seeing the apprehensive look on my face he said, “Relax baby, I won’t hurt you.”“Who is going to fuck me,” I asked.“Huh… sorry, but I don’t understand,”. Suddenly the room was ALOT quieter and more private. All that remained was me, some loud snoring coke head that came stumbling in every night at 4am, and starting Sunday night, a beautiful boy from Central Europe.This guy was probably in his early 20s, athletic, 6 foot tall, medium brown hair, clean cut, perfect face symmetry, and an ample butt that was shown very nicely in the sweatpants he always seemed to wear. Basically a Czech God, sleeping in the very same room as me. At that moment I. I made good progress, and was soon at the top of the wall. That is where things got tricky. Not for the first time, I cursed my lack of a hand, then cursed its slow regrowth. I needed to cross the ceiling hanging from my three limbs, I moved myself as high as I could on the wall then began moving out. Shifting my feet was OK, but moving my hand was tough. I eventually settled on repositioning my feet far apart, for greater stability, before releasing my hand. I could then use my, now stronger. 7 maybe tops, Think about it My team had to be pretty big and athletic to get this far. Oh and by the way if you want more info on me here’s a bit more:I ski, wrestle, play football, swim, track, basketball (for a little while),Weight lift, and play video games (That’s a no brainer)As for that I’m finally getting to part 3 and if you want an Idea as to how many more I would say 2 OR possible 3 or more at max it really depends on how much time and when I want to stop the stories….And yes this.