..I love taking a new cock in my hand, feeling the hardness coupled with the velvety-soft skin. I love teasing his (or her) balls (more on that "her" ...art later), feeling the pouch draw up tight in my hand. I love feeling a soft cock harden in my hand, knowing I'm responsible for this minor miracle. I love watching it grow, knowing he wants my caresses, aches for my touch, for my mouth. And yes, I ache for his as well.(It's maybe a minor point, but I consider myself bisexual. I enjoy sex with. He had to enter his company ID and password toget into it."That's different..." he mused, still annoyed at the interruption towork as BetaDyne's CIO. "This is so not my job." he continuedgrumbling to himself.It had been over a year since their vaunted company president,Marcus Barnes, had vanished without a trace. Known for hiseccentricities, at first his "temporary" disappearance was annoyingand written off to one of his quirks. Then it became inconvenient andthen as it dragged on it became a. To be honest I liked it but, I thought I probably shouldn’t cross that line too. “Where’s Chris?” Jimmy asked. “He ran to get some beer and stuff,” I replied. “So we are alone then,” He stated. “I’m just going to put it out here.” “What?” I asked puzzled. “I know about you and Chris. I’ve known for some time now,” He said grinning. “What do you know?” I asked a little concerned; I could feel my heart rate increase. “I know enough to tell you that I have jacked-off once or twice to your little. He had it. “I asked if I should walk by again,” he said smiling and with a deep voice and an accent that was either distinctly British or Australian. (My southern ears are not that discerning.) “You know… just in case it wasn’t love at first sight.” He grinned. And with that insultingly cheesy pick-up line, this high school boy and British transplant started a dialogue with me, UGA student (and so beyond high school guys), that brought us to where we are today. This is not the story of our.