"Charlotte leads me over to the plinth and I lay on it, face down, obediently, like an offering on an altar. Finally Jonathan speaks to me as he arran...es his needles in their sterile packs and sets out his inks, getting ready for the task. "So, Fifty how are you today?" I'm good, thank you, Sir," I reply. As I speak it sounds almost robotic. It's a curious response, almost automatic, answering with what I know he wants to hear rather than actually saying what I feel. It's not an exchange. Sucking might be a little sissy, but getting sucked was manly, so it all balanced out, sort of. Then we'd tuck in and go home, and next weekend we'd go looking for girls again. Or maybe even have a date with a girl. We were both normal.The first time I sucked cock it was, I can still remember, physically uncomfortable. I hunched over to my left, twisted ninety degrees sideways in the front seat, with my feet still pointing forwards in front of me. I was a first-timer at sucking dick, but after. I paused my masturbating to use both hands to encourage Chad’s head down to my cunt. He knelt between my legs and began licking me there. Right there – he found my clitty right off. Soon I was rubbing my boobs, pulling at them, and making soft noises. I glanced down and saw that Chad’s cock wasn't very hard and thought I’d have to take care of that . . . right after he took care of me. Jason had been stroking slowly this whole time. I started breathing faster. He squirted a little more jack-off. She grabbed him around the waist and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of ‘Avenue’ gave way to some record she recognized but didn’t know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in tune with her body as she pressed it hard against Barry, feeling his cock stiffen through the fabric of his shorts. Thumping. Banging. Clanging. The sun was gradually sinking in the distance and the shadows were getting longer. On the stage the arcing, swaying.