The camera started shaking, as it was turned towards the bed, and set down, Jim’s face filling the screen. He stepped back, to show him wearing onl... a pair of boxers. He bent over the side of the bed, and waited. Sally came back on screen, a bottle of lube in her hand, she was stroking her fake cock, lubing it up. She squirted a little on Jim’s backside and he visibly tensed up. “Stop being a baby,” she said as she smacked his ass. She pulled the lingerie over her head, her breasts. Not long after he turned to me and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Eddie,” he said.“Hello, Eddie, I’m Sylvester,” I replied. After a brief pause, he continued, “Do you come here often?”“No, not really,” I replied.“That’s probably why I haven’t seen you before. I visit at least once a week, usually on Saturdays,” he informed me. After a brief silence, he asked, “So, what do you do Sylvester?”The usual ‘historic’ exchange that occurs when meeting people now took place, with me going first. I told. I bent forward, clasped her close to me and kissed her hard. She settled into my arms half turning towards me with a moan. Instinctively i reached for her breasts and she pulled my head down to them. I started rubbing my face all over them while frantically searching for the clasps of her dress. She hoisted her dress, shrugged off her bra and pulled my mouth to her erect nipples. I suckled on them like a babe while my left hand reached inside the hem of her panties and started rubbing her. I had only hooked up with girls, however, I often caught myself fighting off feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of my best friend, Ryan. While I considered myself to be straight, I felt moments of weakness in the locker room after soccer practice. Although we would never get fully naked in front of each other, Ryan and I would strip down to our boxers to change from our gym shorts into our street clothes, and vice versa. On several occasions, I couldn’t help but notice that Ryan’s.