So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sur... if it would happen. The text was just as daring, "do you want to be my slut?" it read. I never hesitated and agreed to meet the next morning for more than just a touch and grab session.I was the first to arrive so I had time to prepare. I was nervous, excited and terrified, but more than any of that I was turned on by just the thought of what. "Hurry up, Kieren' says the person as the door of the change room is shut. Another boy walks past Steve's line of sight and also puts his stuff on the bench. 'What do you want to do, Ramsay?' says Kieren. Steve recognises the 2 boys, they are both from his year, Ramsay is a not so popular brown haired boy with whitish skin and a great smile and Kieren, is a light brown haired boy, smaller than Ramsay and slightly skinnier with even whitter skin. Every body sortof assumed Kieren could be gay but. Anyway, Lyn was mid-twenties, 175 cm (5 feet 10 inches) tall (just a little shorter than me), and size 38E cup - I noticed this when I checked out her washing, which included a white bikini. I jerked off at the sight of that, and I was just waiting for a chance after that. I go to the gym often, and met a good few guys there, one of which (Mike) lived in the next street, and we often went to football and hung out together. Anyway, Lyn and I were chatting one evening, and she mentioned that. “Bernard ? Darling ?” “Carol I’m absolutely exhausted, I’m so sorry. I don’t think I would be very good for you tonight can we leave it for a few days?” he said quietly. She withdrew her touch, an icy hand gripping her heart. She heard him slide into sleep. He hadn’t even LOOKED at her flimsy garment or the way it concealed but revealed. Again she checked the laundry and again she smelt the stranger’s perfume. His underpants were again marked with an earlier excitement. Once again.