She was horny and aggressive, and I was mostly on the receiving end. The school girls were much different, giggling and shy. We did a lot of kissing a...d petting on dark park benches, but I never had the guts to go beyond that. In the Army, some of my comrades were already married and/or had years of sexual experiences with women of their age. So, I felt as a newcomer listening to their stories and was embarrassed to tell them about my particular history. This all changed when I met Gerda. She. Ponce was gay for years even though it was something neither of us had ever discussed.He knew all about my... adventures with other men and I regularly asked him advice on how to turn someone down or how to show someone that you're interested. He was always there for me. As he held me in his embrace in the middle of his turqoise living room, I could feel his thick chest hair tangled underneath his polo and the rough texture of his beard kissing my forehead. "It's okay, Matthew." he said after. He replied affirmative, “Kind of but not actually”. I felt like hot water fell on my dick. I hate whores.After three to four days, I was starving for sex, my girlfriend was going through monthly chumps, I gathered some courage and dialed the number.Me: Hello!Girl: yes..? may I know who’s online?Me: my name is Sparsh!!Girl: whom do you want to talk to?Me: Actually you!, I got your number from..Girl: from..?Me: one of my friend, he said not to tell his name and as a friend I keep my words.Girl:. Laughing at my shocked face she explained, “Well you’ve been looking all week so you might as well see everything” “Oh, have I been that obvious?” My voice sounded shaky and I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Becky turned and placing a hand on my forearm added, “Hey, it’s no big deal, I never wear anything when I stay here and I’m flattered by the attention.” Still feeling rather shamefaced but reassured by Becky’s open friendly gesture I slipped my hands inside the coral coloured.