As I let him kiss me, I didn't kiss him back, he was stroking my rock hard cock. I moved my hand down to his crotch and found, without suprise, he was...hard too. He unbuttoned my pants and told me to stand up, as I did he pulled them down, as my cock was released he grabbed it and started to kiss my helmet running his finger up my shaft.It felt good. As he continued to lick me I knew I wouldn't last long and told him so. He stopped, stood up and unbuttoned his, pulling them down his cock sprang. She reached over and pulled something over my eyes and soft pads pressed softly against my eyes as I felt her buckling another strap at this side. I was now blind and deaf and was surprised to feel something touching my lips. Something was pushing against my lips and when I opened my mouth slightly her fingers forced it opened further and something soft and rubbery was pushed into my mouth. It felt like a heavy deflated balloon. It was pushed deeply into my mouth until I felt more padded. I wasn't exactly converted. Women were soft, round, wet... cute. Guys were, well, guys. Hard (not just there), rough, angular. But maybe I got a little more used to the idea. A cock was an interesting thing, mine was pretty interesting (it certainly got a lot of my attention) and I started to think the other ones I saw in the magazine were kind of interesting too. Maybe I could go down on a guy without freaking out. I wasn't going to go looking for the opportunity, but maybe I could get through. I gave superficial answers, only. I didn’t go into any details of near death, injuries, being saved by a mysterious stranger, my healing, or the trek taking a week and a half to civilization. They were happy for me and what I was experiencing and the life I was making for myself at the resort. They asked details of the resort, a****ls, activities. I saw the look being shared back and forth between them and assumed what the issue was. This sounded like something they would treasure. Not just.