Besides what is the fucking big deal? You’re not homo oranything you’re just massaging me.” “Fine, but keep this between us, I feel funny doin... this.” “Don’tworry man, just you and me.” I then poured a little oil on his ass and started to rub it in. Even though Iput up a big stink deep down I wanted to massage his ass. I let both my hands work his big bubblebutt. Rubbing them all over and in between his crack. I felt Mike open his legs a little so I could let myhands slip further down his. He turned back to the TV but he didn't remove his hand from my knee. He moved his thumb slowly in circles over my skin, giving me goosebumps and feelings places I knew I shouldn't be feeling things in. After a few minutes of this, I had to move his hand as it was slowly inching up my leg. I felt extremely uncomfortable in that moment, but more so I was feeling horny! I couldn't believe the sensations this man was giving me, just by rubbing my leg. We sat in silence starring at the TV screen.. Denny, make yourself known to the man.”Jet whirled; surprised he hadn’t noticed the girl standing in the corner. She was frankly very stunning. Her skin was dark and smooth, full chest in a turquoise, sleeveless button shirt. Her pants were slim and red, leading down long slender legs to high heel shoes with straps.“I’m Jet,” he said, sticking out a hand.“Denny,” she replied, shaking it.Her eyes said more than her words. A playfulness gleamed in them.“My brother just dropped her off for the. He walked back and sat on the bed. This time our legs were touching.He was holding a photograph. It was an eight-by-ten, in a frame. Heturned it and showed it to me.It was taken in a mansion of some sort, in front of a massivefireplace, a roaring flame in the background. I was looking at five ofthe most gorgeous women I'd ever seen in my life. They were allabsolutely stunning. They were all dressed up, I mean really dressedup, like runway models, or celebrities going to an Oscar party or.