’ ‘Eww! Get that thing away from me. Get away from me, Joe. Go away.’ I imagine chasing her around her room while holding my prick and trying to...get her to touch it. I’d love to show her my prick. I’d do anything for her to give me a hand job and French kiss me while I fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. I’d do anything to make love to her. Only, what I dream about and all that I imagined, I’d never do. I imagined her engulfed with lustful desire for me. I couldn’t help but imagine her. What she could not quite comprehend was my confession that I was bisexual. I loved watching her reaction to stories how I went to a local adult bookstore and sucked guys off via glory holes. Men of many varieties: old, young, married, black, white. I adored the temporary power I held over these men looking for quick sexual relief. I slipped my finger now into her pussy which quite wet so the stories stimulated her on some primal degree. We decided on the spur of the moment to have a picnic in. The following Monday, when all of the parents left home for work, Robert again climbed the fence and found Maddi waiting for him. He found her masturbating naked on the lounger.“It looks like you are getting ready for me.”“I am,” she said, looking up and smiling eagerly. “What are you going to teach me this week?”Robert sat down beside her, holding out his hand. “Do you know what these are?”“They’re butt plugs,” she answered with a shy smile. “I’ve never used one, though.”Leaning over to kiss. He stood up and motioned to me. I even pointed to myself quizzically to make sure I was the one he wanted. He laughed. “Yeah, you” he said and held out his hand.My cock was hard and made my towel stick out at the front. I’m not well endowed, about five inches fully erect and now worried he’d be disappointed when the towel came off. He wasn’t! “Mmmm, that’s a cute little thing you have there” he smiled as he stroked it. All eyes in the chill out room were on us. He still had his towel wrapped.