But where to begin?Eventually, I saw an ad in a local independent newspaper for a free gay and bisexual chat line. The idea turned me on, so I signed ...p. The first dozen or so calls went nowhere. Although I did chat with a few guys, for one reason or another, nothing panned out. Finally, after a couple of months, I spoke with a guy who sounded attractive. He lived about twenty minutes away, said that he had a tight swimmer's build, a eight- inch cut endowment, and was willing to let a newbie. I kissed and sucked her boob for some time put that boob inside her dress and pulled the other boob and did the same. That was a tough job but worth taking a risk and hard work.Next night was the best of the past days, she was wearing a night suit (shinny pant and shirt), she was looking sexy and gorgeous I that outfit. I again turned her towards me kissed her lips and opened the buttons of her shirt no bra inside. I was thanking my luck, I had easy access to her body above her waist.I again. She gets someone else to act as front man, so that if it goes pear-shaped, she can get out quick; but if it goes well, she takes over the lead position. Sneaky, eh?It took me until yesterday to see that was what she was doing to me. I am not one of your popular students, so if things did not go as she wanted them, I could be brushed off as, ‘you know Prudence, she keeps saying the wrong things... ‘, and I would be dropped like a heavy hammer, or a sharp cactus spine.I told her today that I was. We stepped into the loo, few guys were in the urinal. He stepped into the toiled stall. I was at the washbasin looking into the mirror. The moment the crowd cleared up, I rushed into the stall he was in. We latched and started kissing. He was good at french kissing. Our wet tongues were fencing each other’s. He grabbed my crotch, I was rock hard. He unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. I grew even harder. I unzipped his pants too and started stroking his dick. He was moaning softly.