Five minutes later, Sam joined Jon in his van. Both clothed (albeit, barely), they took off on a drive around town. No goal in mind. In the middle of ...raffic, Jon moved his hand away from Sam’s. He grabbed the towel that Sam had so thoughtfully provided and instructed Samantha to put it under her so that the seat wouldn’t be ruined. Just in case. Jon reached his hand and placed it on Sam’s thigh. Smooth and silky, it wasn’t his final destination. He glided it up and snuck it under the very. After all these years thinking about it, masturbating to that thought, it turned out to be better than anything that I had ever hoped for or imagined.As I drove home, I thought to myself how much that I hoped I would see that old fart again someplace in the park. That was so dirty and so much fun I felt as if I wanted to get involved with another man in the park restroom, (or maybe men?)I got home my phone rang, I had a text, it said, "I'm thinking of you." and there was a picture, I opened it. I stay there until I can't breathe then I come up popping it out of my mouth. "oh my, someone is hungry tonight, that felt like you were trying to take all my cum right there." he said. I looked up at the sophomore with his pulsing cock in my hand, "I am" Then I swallowed his head and swirled my tongue around it over and over. He started moaning louder and louder. After a few minutes of savoring his head I swallowed him to the base and started bobbing up and down. Then I felt his hands come to. It was reallyuncomfortable. Until I figured out that crossing my legs in a girlyfashion made it easier.I felt feminine enough alone but seeing other people was when I was reallypushed over the edge. I decided to eat alone and took the lift down.Crotches were all I could see. I looked at all the men in the lift. All oftheir pants bunched up in the front. They didn't care. They pushed theircrotches out into the world proudly. They chatted with the girls andlaughed with masculine grandness. I.