The next guy was up next. He could not be more different from Samuel if he tried to. Black, curly hair, average looks and the way he carried himself; ...ude had the guy-next-door nailed on. If the guy living next door to you had sparks of electricity shooting off of him continuously.“Hi, my name is Thomas Turner. But call me Tom. Everyone does. Nice to meet you.”Hmm, the guy was friendly enough, I guess. I would have offered to shake his hand if I wasn’t afraid of electrocuting myself that. “Yes.”“And how big is yours now?”“What?”“Oh c’mon, I can hear you rubbing your pants. Haha. Is it hard? Tell me, are you hard?”“Err…”My cock was hard indeed and I was rubbing it like she said. I felt embarrassed that she found out, but also quite excited that she did and even seemed to like it.“Somewhat.”“Why don’t you get it out for me?”I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, together with my boxers.“Just did. How about you?”“Don’t have anything on.”“Oh, where are you then?” “In bed,. One came over and introduced himself, as he rubbed his hard pec, he asked if I was alone, with friends, with a bf? He handed me a card and said they were scouting for guys to make some videos and they thought I’d be good on camera. I didn’t believe them.He chuckled and then called some other guys to confirm. There was lots of cruising. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (vers to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you. The others agreed andcoached me into producing a rather breathy, husky voice which to my earsounded like a telephone tart on one of these sex chat lines. When Isaid that, they all agreed that was what they wanted me to sound like."Hello," I purred sexily as I answered the phone, "this is Robin, howcan I help you?" Robin?what the hell? This is Ron Heller, put me through to my wife." Igasped and immediately transferred the call. The girls thought it wasvery funny, but insisted that I continue to.