My upper body is naked as it was, but my nipple rings have been replaced by ones half as large again in diameter and apparently seamless.Clasped fairl... high up around my throat is a solid collar of a size that will require a shirt and tie to keep it hidden. From it dangles a small metal disk. My face and hair is caked up with dried cum and god knows what else.i stand and wait for Mr Curtis, as i now know him, to let me in the lift he has just called and take me upstairs. As the lift doors open,. A few weeks passed before I got away from home on my bicycle to another shopping centre where I finally struck gold - a hole drilled between two quiet stalls big enough for my cock to fit through! Now rather than share the many stories about that place, I will share just a few that surface to my mind when ever I get horny for cock.There were two occasions where I managed to have a day off school and made sure I was in that shopping centre toilet with the 4cm hole by 3pm. Around 3.15 a kid about. In my calmer moments I'd thought a lot about how it could've ended in crushing embarrassment or worse if someone had caught me, but in the heat of playtime I began to realise just how exciting the danger had made it. My mind started to toy with the idea, imagining another girl or an older woman catching me in the act, and of course in my fantasies she'd always watch and join in.Compared to what I think about as an adult those fantasies seem tame, but at the time they were exciting uncharted. I remember when we met in college. I knocked on his door in the dorms and he opened it. He had no shirt on and I remember thinking, wow, what a beautiful man. He had such a graceful physique, just like yours." I put my hand on his chest and slowly move it down to land on his stomach. Peter grabs hold of his t-shirt at the bottom, lifts it over his head and throws it on the grass in one smooth motion, revealing a slender physique very identical to the one in my memory of James. I lift my hand.