I used to laugh to myself feeling that masturbation was a way of secretly rebelling; a way of not doing what they thought I was doing. Every day, whil... my parents thought I was studying a lot, I used to delay doing my homework because every so often I stopped to masturbate. I would see photos and videos of men jerking off and ejaculating, as well as their delicious penis photos, I would fantasize about men touching me and making love to me in filthy group sex, I also began to fantasize about. I wanted to imagine what Jim’s looked like.I saw so many, then I searched –gay-. I got a lot of results. I started getting really hard when watching videos of teen boys fucking each other. Oh my God it was great. I comed in minutes. I imagined Jim doing something like that to me. Then I went to sleep.I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. No one was home so I got up and picked up. It was Julie, she started bitching about how she suspected me and Jim were trying to pick up girls. She was. There must have been 300 people gathered about, most of them dancing, the music so loud that you couldn’t hear anything else, and we became a part of them, one huge being whose only purpose was to dance. Ruby and I danced, enthralled with the movement of our bodies, touching, smiling, lost in each other, sometimes bumping into someone else, sharing smiles, even hugs, forgetting everything but the joy of the moment.III’d lost track of time. Of everything, really. After a while, there was just. She was… impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn’t needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My cock hardened instantly. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off the silk was overwhelming. This woman had the control to make me an animal in the bedroom. Not that she knowingly did it, of course. Ali caught me staring and.