Physical contact of the confrontational kind was not tolerated at all. Michael simply kept his blank stare on and looked back at her. This, somehow, j...st made her even angrier. Stupid! Dont even have the balls to fight back. Talk! She put her face directly into his and just stared at him. If she hadnt been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes. He loved their themes of magic, of romance and tragedy, of beautiful women, ripe with mystery and power. Those were elements he felt were missing from modern art, which he felt were less about purpose and all about commodity. Still, for all of his high ideals, there had been many evenings spent drowning his sorrows in absinthe. One evening after reading yet another pompous art critic lambaste his works, Dougray came to the inevitable conclusion that perhaps the true purpose of his art was to. He was a bit paralyzed from that but shortly after he wanted to touch my dick in return - otherwise it would have not been "fair". After that wrestling session we started exploring each other more and more. We made doctor games with checking out the others genitals and some time later we started playing roulette where you had to touch the others cock or balls with the toung. Those action were always performed rather light hearted and not really intense, but we sure had our fun. We then started. I thought I was close to coming and told him so, he stopped and turned me around, I was stood in front of him, facing him with my cock straining at six inch, he bent down and gently licked my entire shaft, feeling my balls, and slowly wanking me, God I was so close to coming and again told him so, he said not to worry, and sucked me off to a massive climax as I shot my load down his throat, he licked me until I was empty and soft.I sat down on the bed and told him how good that had been,.