We met at his apartment, which compared to mine was a Taj Mahal.The party was a lot of fun and I met a lot of really nice guys. Yes, they were all mos...ly gay and I even got hit on a few times. So I was feeling pretty good about it all. Then I stepped outside for a smoke and bumped into two guys who were making out, and not just kissing; one guy was fondling the other's crotch while the other was fondling his ass. I skipped the smoke. Later when I had to pee I went to the bathroom, but opened a. I also have a cock and ball ring which I absolutely love to wear.My cock was dripping with pre cum by now, I gave it a squeeze to force it out onto my forefinger and licked it off, Mmmmm I so love the taste of pre cum.I just wanted to get straight into my clothes but had to slow myself down, the excitement was getting to me, and the wine was too.I then ran a deep hot bath and had a nice long soak using her girly stuff I had given her as a gift. I smelt wonderful. I have for a long time now. In fact several of my school friends (Natalie,Vera, Michelle and her twin brother Dominic) and I formed our own folkmusic band and depending on the day or who had transport, we'd often beat one home or another, playing/singing out of tune music. Bernie was anhonorary voice and often joined in when we gathered at Swampview farm.Swampview was about mid way between all our houses or farms, so at leastone day a fortnight was a rendezvous point for the others cycling to itwith a guitar strapped on. I decide to scare Bobby a little, let him think strangers are going to come into the grove and see us. But he doesn't care about it. It was unbelievable, Carrie. I mean, as long as I kept playing with his penis he wasn't going to move no matter what. He was like my slave. He just wanted me to do what I wanted and he didn't care who saw. Or maybe he cared somewhere in his brain but couldn't do anything about it. Like he was divided in two. He would have run away except he couldn't move kind of.