.. I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creepin... feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then. As a young girl I used to sneak into the arcade through the back door and hang out in one of the back booths. Back then cameras were not everywhere like they are now. So, I was able to hang out and no one, except the men I had sex with, knew I was there. I grew up seeing men getting blow jobs in their cars and watching the movies in the arcade through the glory holes. I watched other men sucking men and having sex with men. I was about 11-12 years old when I realized that cock was something. Trust me, after a long day of sweating and eating all this grub, you’ll like it.” “Well we better go now, shouldn’t we?” I asked. “Isn’t it going to close soon?” “No, they’re open all night. It might be pretty full, but they’ll have room for us somewhere. They always do.” Julian patted my back. “So relax, man. We’re still having a fun night out. And if you’re nervous about your first time in a jimjilbang, have enough drinks until you’re not!” That I did. Three bottles of soju later, I was. Marcos did the same. Jen followed suit. When the arrived at the blanket Jen immediately pulled Marcos close and kissed him deeply. His muscled arms pull her close to him. He had rock hard abs and based on the swell in his pants his cock would feel very good filling her pussy. Christina came up behind Jen and grabbed her sundress by the arms. Marcos grabbed the dress at the bodice. And Marcos and Christina violently pulled, tearing the sundress off of Jen’s body, leaving it completely in.