Discouraged, he continued looking in the mirror. He was the only boy in high school with hair on his chest, light brown like his shoulder-length wavy ...air, and more hair fanned across his arms and legs. Years of swimming had blessed him with a nice body, and this pleased him, unlike the time he overheard a group of girls in school talking about how his buns were like big melons they wanted to squeeze. This made him nervous. He then had an idea. If, by lying down, would he still be exposed? He. My girlfriend got hornier and teased my cock from the leg of my trunks and gently massaged it. I had my legs crossed so from ground level an observer would not have seen much, except her hand moving back and forth.The group of young girls must indeed have seen the hand movement. In particular, the ‘ring-leader’, a girl slightly older than the others, started showing subtle but clear interest in what we were doing. The group of girls moved to various positions left right and in front of us. I. I know now I am definitely a cock sucking addict!!! We both hit the poppers and he starts fucking my mouth and moaning loudly as I jerk my rock hard dick. He starts yelling for me to take is and cums down my throat, cock pulsing in my mouth. I go over the edge and blow all over the hardwood floor still sucking like my life depends on it. We stand up together on shaky legs and kiss rubbing our bodies together. He looks around and starts laughing, there are clothes everywhere and we didn’t even. I slid my finger into the gap. She gasped. I couldn't tell if it was because it hurt or felt good. I looked up, her eyes were still shut tight, but there was a tight little smile on her lips. She almost looked angelic. Why I am I having thoughts like that now, I wondered? I suddenly understood why this is sometimes called 'making love'. Regardless of what else may happen in the next few minutes, I knew I would never think about Snookie the same way again. She was more than just a laboratory for.