"Look how fucking hard you make me!" "Holy fuck! I want you... to taste you!" I moaned, noticing the clear bead of precum oozing from his little slit ...nd I wished that I really could rub my lips over his spongy head and coat my tongue with his juice. As I gazed, open mouthed, I began to smooth and pat the sheet beside me with my free hand, until it found my trusty bullet vibe. His voice was breathy now and he groaned, watching the chrome tip tease my fleshy button. I pushed the plastic toy down. I laughed.“I think you’re beautiful no matter what,” I laughed.Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought that. I’d only started to know the guys who used the gym when I did in the afternoon. Now that I was working out in the morning, I had to learn a whole new set of before-school jockasses. Having Em standing beside my treadmill in her little shorts and tank top while I walked at an excruciatingly slow pace attracted the attention of a couple of guys. They already knew her.“Hey, Em. Nice. She was eighteen, same age as me. She was very bright in school and her marks would get her a scholarship when she graduated. She was a cute brunette, about five feet four and had good, not great, breasts. On the other hand, I’d had several run-ins with Sam when we were much younger. He was an asshole, a bully, and I avoided him at every opportunity. So, there they were, sitting under a tree, facing each other, talking. After a time, Sam got up and sat behind Betty with his legs on either side. “Well, you know, it’s kind of difficult to be mates with someone in whom I once confided about marital spats and issues with my wife, only to find that he had been bedding the selfsame wife while dispensing advice out of his arse! Did you two have a good laugh out of that, me seeking his counsel while you sought his cock? Cecil, the naive, far too trusting, unwitting cuckold? Horns sold separately?” I retorted bitterly, letting that nightmare scenario off my chest at last.“To be honest, and.