It's going to happen, and you might as well submit. It may feel different from what you may expect, and you may come to like it. It's also good for yo...r prostate - some guys find it a real turn-on!" "R-really? They do?" he tentatively asked. "Of course. Remember, I'm a lot more experienced in those matters than you are, and since we're celebrating our wedding, I know that you want to have me, but I want to have you too. Over the pillows - now!" Cautiously, he assumed the position directed by. He started to flirt and hit on me in this obvious way. He was a bit soused with beer and was louder than he realized... I think. I told him to go sleep it off, that he was being obnoxious, and I turned and went about my business. I was about to leave when this very pretty girl came up to me and said, "Is it true about Pete?" Is what true?" That he is the hottest stud on campus? That he has females line up to go to bed with him... coeds... teachers... teacher's wives?" I have no idea, and I. Of course as I grew up I made some friends and we chatted about it in school but that’s about it.I was pretty bad at school and never managed to get far in my studies so my parents accepted that I was going to work at the family restaurant for longer than they had predicted, but they forgot that I was no longer a kid and never stopped treating me like one.Eventually I got depressed from that restricted life full of rules and orders. Seeing my friends going to parties, meeting boys some getting. Entering into a lip lock session, I let my hands into his shirt and survey his excellent firm body, making me feel roused. I caressed his back, breasts one after the other, coming across the thick perky nipples, for which I’m a slave. He looked into my eyes and asked if I liked it. Without answering him, I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bare, hairless, smooth and shiny breasts, with two big, oval, absolutely beautiful, cherry red, perky nipples. My mind became wild and without any.