I'm not a virgin but,up until this point, I had led the most repressed, vanilla life you could imagine. I look very all American, rosy cheeks, big eye..., nice skin - I look very respectable but underneath there's always been a deep need to be dominated and to be entirely submissive, a need that hasn't been met. I've always had a desire to be a slut for one man too, to explore and be explored, to be shared by him if it's his desire but to be his toy, his slut, his submissive, his partner. I've. We could jump in and out of roles and attitudes and anachronisms at will. We seemed to instinctively pick up what the other was doing. It felt like being a kid and an adult at the same time.Jeff was so good at it that sometimes he would try to play when the situation called for being serious. I got into the habit of letting him know it wasn't time for play."Jeff, I know this is a birthday celebration, and I can get back to the subject another time, but I'd like to talk about the gathering. He pulled his basketball shorts sufficiently down to reveal his course, dark pubic hairs, slightly exposing the top of his thick flaccid cock. The elastic of his shorts safely tucked the rest of his inches away while he used his hands to demonstrate the length to which his cock hair had regrown. He was a free baller, never wearing boxers or jocks, and during our basketball games, his fat stick would swing from side to side, plopping up and down, much to the delight of the many girls who would. After inserting the DVD, I sat down next to Linda on the side opposite Bill.Watching the girl on the screen slurping the huge hard cock had an immediate affect on the three of us. For both Bill and I, the picture on the TV made us hard almost immediately. Linda and I both noticed Bill's cock growing and extending towards his hip while straining against his swimsuit. She crossed her legs and began slowly rubbing one foot with the other. I knew immediately that the TV image and the sight of.