'You won't get bored. There will be many pretty girls and they even serve beer' she said. Not being averse to meeting pretty girls I agreed.On Saturda... I escorted her to the party.The party was held in the college gymnasium. There was lots of seating space, a space to dance and a make shift bar.Cassie introduced me to many girls and boys saying, 'This is my friend Sahebji. He is an artist'. One girl, Asha wanted me to draw her picture. I tried to get out of it but others also insisted. Then one. I came closer to the wall between me and the living room so I could make out what they were talking about. She was moaning and saying how she wanted Pong to stick his cock into her wet pussy. That shit turned me on right away. They were having phone sex! I leaned closer and shuved my hands in my pants. I grabbed my thick dick and started to jack off. I can heard Choua moaning about her wet pussy and how it was hard for her to finger herself because she was too tight. She kept saying, "Fuck me". He assured me that how I’m touching his cock is the right way and that if I show a girl this, I would loose my mind. After that I don;t remember what was said or what he was saying to me - I was just working his cock and then I found myself guided over to my knees in front of him. Heartbeat now is pounding as his mumbling words of instruction sound like a foreign language. I feel his hand slowly wrap around the back on my head and neck, pulling me close to his giant meat stick, I could now. Sarachan growled. A second hand ripped Brentt's jeans off in one swift movement. One final movement, and Sarachan was buried deep inside Brentt, motionless again. Bark splintered under Brentt's fingers. Copper blossomed in his mouth as his teeth broke the skin of his lip. His shoulderblades stood out from his back, tendons making hard ropes under his skin. For the first time, Brentt heard Sarachan breathe. "Brennnntt..." Sarachan hissed, as he began to move his hips, driving himself deeper..