For the whole next week, the thought was keeping me awake and compelling to do something about it. I was a senior in high school and could have easily...arranged it with some of my confidant boys but there was always a possibility of the news leaking out because of the fact that the get together was not going to be a secret and the blabber mouthing could not be stifled. The idea was very exciting, even invigorating to meet some new guys of different ages and those who may not be strictly gays or. "Sam? Sam? Look at me, 'kay? Oh god, there's so much blood."And I want to comfort her and tell her it's okay but for some reason I can't. I can't seem to do anything. Her face is breaking my heart. But then, my heart is used to it, so it's almost comforting. She's turning her face away and I feel sad, and then Spencer's there pressing a wet cloth on my hand, and it stings like hell and makes me hiss.Somehow we're in Spencer's car, and I don't remember how I got there, but Carly's sitting next. There was nothing weak or sissy about him. And truthfully, while it excited me on some level to be shamed and humiliated myself, I could not abide Jim being disrespected. And I knew, he would not tolerate either of us being disrespected either. I hoped these two young men understood that, or it would be an unpleasant evening. “Cindy, don’t you have a present for Denziel?” he asked referring the gift bag full of over-sized condoms and tube of K-Y jelly I was holding. I nodded and handed the bag. She was well lubricated, but his fairly thick cock being jabbed into her wildly sent sparks of pain and discomfort from her. Simon didn’t see or notice Rhea’s grimace and he began pounding his cock into her. Rhea felt better immediately. Simon’s 6.5-inch cock, exploring her womanhood, always sent electric shocks of sensual delight all over her body. She panted and mewed as Simon grunted and groaned. Rhea was tighter than most of the other woman, and he always loved screwing his long-term.