It’s about orgasms. And I actually don’t have my phone. But the orgasm part is the real deal. I tried it and felt weird. Maybe you should try it a... well.”“Try what?”“Let me help you.” He said and grabbed my Dick. “That’s small.” He said and kept rubbing. “How do you feel?”“I don’t know. Kind of weird, but good.” I said, my voice was faded. He wanted to know the exact feel. So, he said, “Hold mine too.” But I was lost in a pleasure and just grabbed his dick. Little did I knew that I was moaning.. So how did all this start, if, as I say, I was straight.Well I guess the usual way, drink. Tim and I met on a night out of mutual friends and we all had way too much to drink. I was a long way form home, but near Tim's at 3am or so, so he said I could crash at his.And then you know, we're drunk, talking about sex, he puts on some porn and it's kinky stuff, with women fucking their boyfriends with strap-ons. And I got the horn, particularly as one really sexy olive skinned, brown–eyed girl got. Did she ask you to take her out again?”“Sort of, she wanted to get together when I come home for Thanksgiving, but I told her that I wasn’t interested.”“JR, you’re not gay, right? I heard that Abby was telling people that you two broke up because you were gay.”Laughing, he said, “No, Katie, I am not gay. I like girls, but they must be the right girls. Abby isn’t one of them and that bothers her.”“Is Rockie one of the right girls?”“Definitely. I really like Rockie.”“I like her too. She’s fun and. It was a bit bigger than some of the barracks rooms back at Drum, but probably a whole lot homier. We were standing in a large common living room/dining room/kitchen area, and there were a couple of small bedrooms off to the side, with a small bathroom between them. “Very nice. Definitely larger than the apartment over the garage,” I commented.“That’s a bit nicer, though. I like the rustic feel and it has a small laundry. We don’t.”“No laundry?”Kelly shook her head. “On the other hand, the.