Well, not all my classmates are the shit and all, but there are a whole bunch of cuties here and there in the elective classes. Well, turns out that t...ese girls know each other. One of those girls, we'll name her Ayleen. Now let me describe Ayleen. Liza is a mix race of Chamoru, which is from the island of Guam, and she's also half American. She's probably 5 foot 4. She has that blonde brownish hair. Her eyes are fucken golden sometimes light brown. Her cheeks are always red. Lips are fucken a. It was a close translation of his African name, and here on campus, people knew him as Jon Garden. What seemed to interest him most about me from our conversation, was my Native American background, which led us to a discussion about his love of African dance, for many of the elements of the native dances from both our cultures were similar, in as far as their atavistic symbolism.Because his father wanted Jon to follow him into political aspirations in his country, he had been under pressure. "Do you like Daddy's cock boy?" His words froze me what the hell was I doing I have this man's cock in my hand I had never even thought about guys sexually before "Don't you dare stop boy keep stroking my cock!! and answer my question boy" I found my voice "Yes Sir it is very nice" he laughed "What is very nice boy? I want to hear you tell me what is nice" "Your cock Sir" I was stroking it a bit faster doing things I do to myself when I beat off I must have been doing good as he moaned "mmmmmm. " They bickered back and forth for a minute before Ashley grabbed Sara's hand and forced it on my dick. Either Sara was not expecting it and didnt have a chance to fight back, or she just didn't fight back at all. So Sara's hand was on my dick. She squeezed it and the look on her face went from horrified to amazement. "Wow, that IS thick..." She then picked it up and gently started stroking. She took both hands and gently stroked with both hands for a few seconds, before going back to one hand..