“Oh hey!” I said, concealing my raging boner.“My friends and I are going out. We won’t be back for a few hours.”“Okay. I’ll tell mom if ...he comes home.”“Thanks Davey!” After she left I felt like jerking off. So I went upstairs to my brother’s room and opened his cabinet. My brother was a stud, and got lots of girls. But he really loves himself and wanks off all the time. So every week he gets a new porno and I always look forward to watching them. I read off the titles in my mind looking for. .. aren't you angry with me? You still want to hear about the nightmare after everything I've said?"Her tone showed no passion, whatsoever. "I believe it's important that you describe the nightmare while it's fresh in your mind."There was something disturbing about the way she spoke. It was almost clinical, dispassionate, like she was a casual observer. Why was she still talking to me?"Am I one of your subjects for a paper? Is that all I am to you?" I asked, feeling a hard pebble land in the. Her hands touched my bare shoulders as she pressed against me. As they moved, I expected to see a scorch mark on my skin, her touch felt that hot. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me while her hands made my knees weak, and that was just my shoulders! My mind wondered what those hands would feel like in other places, which was a new idea for me. I always preferred men, handsome men, the kind that accepted a titty-fuck with my spectacular bosom if there aren't any condoms in. All in all it wasn’t that bad and I figured that once the game started they would loose interest in me.What I hadn’t counted on was the amount of beer they were drinking and Tom’s ability to manipulate the situation. It all started with a bet between Phil and Bob on weather or not one of the teems would make a first down. Tom suggested the looser would have to have Fifi sit on his lap for ten minuets. Tom looked right at me and I knew better than to protest. They agreed and Phil lost. I sat on.