Charlie just stared at me. "You're the fag" he said simply. "Now go. Justthree pints. For the men". And that was it. I went.As I walked back with...the three pints, I saw my half drunk pint sitting infront of Pete on the end. His face was bowed over it, and I watched inslow motion as a gob of spit dropped from his mouth into my pint.I put the beers down on the table and Charlie passed them to the otherguys. He passed the beer from Pete back to me."We just gave you a bit of a top-up fag'. " She must have turn six shades of red. I pressed onward, "I'm always asking people to send me new ones. I have quite a collection; I was twelve when I got my first one. How about you?" You were twelve?!" I was transfixed as Karen's nipples became noticeably more prominent. "I, I... I was seventeen, the first time." I couldn't help but notice that she was almost panting. And her eyes were nearly black. Her hand was gripping the postcard so tightly that it was visibly shaking."Hey, know what? If. I looked over at him and smiled, I could see lust in his eyes. It was very exciting.Brett motioned for me to follow him. He walked into one of the boys rest rooms and I followed in behind him. After he looked to make sure no one else was in there, he turned and stepped close to me. Our lips met. I don't know who kissed who first, but it didn't matter, it was mutual now. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him and put my hands around his neck. We kissed and I opened my lips to allow his. He held the back of my head and I felt him slide deeper inside my mouth and to the back of my throat. He was in a frenzy, “Oh you sexy bitch, “he cried, “suck that dick, slut, whore, yeah that’s it.” He knew me so well, I thought. His words made me tingly all over. “I want that dick inside me,” I said with my mind in a trance right now. All I could think about was that huge cock pounding my woman stuff. Now he takes that pretty hot cock from my mouth and spreads my legs. Now I feel his hot cock.