Ryan found himself ecstatic and excited by this, not repulsed, as the remarkable young model boy orally worshipped his cock. James sucked him to orgas... very quickly, and then peeled off his own swimsuit and straddled Ryan on the bench and pressed the length of his cock along that of Ryan’s. In his hand he grabbed both shafts, which were well-lubricated by Ryan’s cum, and stroked them together while kissing Ryan deeply. Ryan’s hands reached around James and freely felt the hot male flesh of his. I finally got alook at her face. It was not the face you’d expect fromsomeone who’s into something so twisted as dog-sex. Itwasn’t the face of a toothless hag or awkward, anti-social geek. It was, plain and simple, angelic. Eyes ofamber, a button nose, round, dimpled cheeks and all ofit covered in the smoothest, most flawless sun-kissedskin. It was the face I pictured for her body, but notfor her behavior. “Are you okay?” I asked.“I’m fine,” she. I sat up and studied his eyes. "you're serious aren't you?"I knew that a big part of this fantasy was designed probably more for Stan than it was for me. But I also realized that because of my exhibitionist addiction, I was always looking for the next more erotic thing.For example, I had this fantasy of working in one of the sex shop picture windows in the Red Light District of Amsterdam. I fly to Amsterdam when I can hold the trip and have gone across the canals with the gay flight attendants. I wondered where that came from, I didnt think I wet my pants. I was jolted back to reality by a gentleman greeting me warmly, as though he had known me my entire life, but I couldnt place him at all. As I continued into the gallery, I was welcomed by a smattering of applause by people as they recognized me. The news of my arrival spread throughout gallery as the tenor of those in attendance began to rise. I felt alone all of a sudden and trapped in a place I didnt want to be in. I was feeling.