A few moments later, I found out that he happened to be the lead singer in the rock group that was playing around town. All of a sudden, it was, "Hi, ...ow are you? Can I help you pack your instrument?" He let me help him pack his instruments, and I went home with him. When I went to his house, he wouldn't let me go. He dragged me into the bedroom. My panty hose got down to my knees and he gave it to me. It wasn't anything I was into. It wasn't fun for me, but he sure taught me a lesson. It. The symmetry made me think I was looking at a flower. The men wore erections and were all masturbating. I had never seen even one man doing that, never mind a crowd. Weren't men supposed to be shy of each others' dicks? Their hands were moving to fast for me to make out details.The woman could have been anyone's sister or neighbour. She was biggish and had the jolly self-knowing look of a lot of big girls. Even alone I was embarrassed. I lifted the cup to my face, sipped, realised I was as. We walked the girls home but on the walk back got sidetracked and into a half-dozen bars and free shots and got wrecked.We made it back to the hotel, and crashed out.The hotel didn't have air conditioning.I woke mid-morning, with cotton-mouth, to find myself in bed, flat on my back, sheets in a heap, naked with my cock bolt hard sticking in the air. I checked over and Pete was awake in his twin bed - so pretty mortified - I pulled the sheets over. "sorry dude - have I been like that all. Zack Hamilton was an asshole of the highest order. The football jock, whose muscle-to-brain cell ratio probably measured about 10 to 1, confidently strutted up and started talking shit about how I was going to accept him and his buddies as my companions and, together, they would select the girls we would be taking. He actually had the gall to suggest that if I was good and did what I was told they might even allow one of “their” females to jack me off about once a month.Here is where you need.