I looked between my legs as Mike approached,his cock swinging between his legs. He stopped just short of my pussyand stood aside."Stroke my cock. C'...on, make it hard for your hungry pussy."He stood beside the table and I reached eagerly for his cock and beganto stroke it up and down, up and down, moaning in frustration and pent-up excitement."You want to suck this cock?" Yes."I whispered."Beg for it." Please let me suck your cock. Please."I pleaded and begged, and Mike reached for my legs. "Oh, little Tommy likes this," I teased, and marveled as his penis responded in my hand."Yes," he said, as though the single syllable was too difficult to say."You are very sweet, Tommy," I said, gently. "You deserve to be treated right."I don't know what made me say that, it's certainly not something I would say to any other man. For some reason, though, it just felt like the right thing to say to him. My intuition seemed to be correct, though, as he moaned and pressed back into my. They kidded about getting their dicks sucked by faggots. If any male looked too long at them, they openly called the guy a queer and shoved him against the lockers. They might do worse if they got him in the shower or sauna. And when one of their gang, darkly handsome twenty year old Milos Kostas announced he was getting married to his beautiful nineteen year old girlfriend, and that he wanted Jake to be his best man, well, it went to Jakes head. Actually it went to his dick. He would have. Once on my knees I began to unlace his shoes as he sat down on the couch. I took off his shoes and was at once assaulted with the heavy, sour aroma of his feet. It must have been a long run to build up such a horrible stink. He was smiling as he told me to take off his socks. I did so with great trepidation as I felt I knew what else would be required of me. My guess was accurate as John then told me to clean his feet for him with my tongue. I tried to hide the displeasure in my face as I bent.