"I was nonplussed. I could make a good guess at who, and the what sounded very familiar, but I still wanted to hear it from Jim."Oh, Jim! That's so sw...et! Can you tell me who? Is it anyone I know?"He looked down at where I was still pressed against him and still had my hand on his cock, taking his pulse with my fingers. I let go and stepped back a bit."Yes," he said. "It's someone you know." Could it be someone with red hair who lives up the street?" Could be."I suppose I had seen that coming.. I was overwhelmed with desire to join them. But....I knew better. I came to call them ... my little troupe.Months went by and I never missed the chance to watch these boys as theyplayed with each other so innocently.Until, one day, three guys that seemed to know my little troupe, got onthe bus and began harassing my boys. I watched as they snickered at themand started calling them names. "Hey SISSIES! How's the ballet class? Howdo you all decide who wears the TUTUS? You all are such FAGS!" I. Now i usually dont like trance, but it was the perfect kinda music to dance seductivly too.I went over to him and pushed him down to his own couch. I stood right in front of hip and started moving my body slowly with the beat. Moving my hips this way and that slowly. I slowly moved my hands up and down my body, caressing myself through my clothes. I could see an erection start to form in this guys pants, so i put on knee on his crotch and started rubbing. He let out a long sigh. I pulled my. At least they would just so long as it was a secret kept between the three of them as then it would be quite something, he told himself. Miss Castle let Mr More apparently struggle with the concept for a few moments before demanding, “Is that a yes, Mr More?” Mr More waited just a moment before nodding his head. Miss Castle ignored the gesture and demanded, “I need an answer, Mr More.” Mr More said a flustered, “Yes, OK.” Miss Castle enforced her authority with, “Yes, OK, Miss.” Mr More.