I was surprised to see he was bigger than in his picture. His arm and leg muscles were bulging and he looked strong, self confident and cocky. I felt ... warm wetness enter my pussy.She was with a male and giving him a lot of attention. I would have to turn her to win. I felt the familiar tingle of desire and lust surge through me. She was a worthy prize.It was a social gathering and the table numbers were clearly marked. Unlike a speed dating club, this one was about making friends. I picked up. You constantly felt my pent up need to cum. You were conscious of it perhaps even more than I was and it fascinated you that I would hand this power over to you. In your quest to plumb the depths of this new control you had, you were putting me to the test. The requests you made of me, the way you dressed, the glances, gestures and whispers, each one designed to determine how far was I willing to go, how deep was my desire for you to own my orgasms. I, on the other hand, was unsure of what all. There is no one to love me and no one to love.Why do those closest to me die or leave? I've always been a well behavedboy and kept my deepest darkest secret to myself. I have never given into that forbidden desire although it gnaws away in my brain like aconstant tooth ache. I never hurt anybody and always try to be polite andconsiderate to others. Yet I sit here on my bed unloved, unwanted anddesperately lonely. I know I've kept my incessant yearnings under controland never submitted to them.. His hair wasn't combed. It looked like somebody tried to combine a mullet with a bird's nest. He had on a dirty t-shirt and his pants still had holes in the knees, like it was still the nineties. But there was just something primal about him. And looking at him, you could tell that he knew it."Why do you want to know?" I asked."Well, because this coaster isn't as cool as the one over there," he pointed. "And that one is half the price. So, if we go over there, all four of us could ride on your.