Looking up at him, "I love your fuckin' cock" I replied and right then I really did. "You wanna go back to my place for some more?" he then asked and...I knew if I said yes, I probably would get not only a mouth fucking, but an ass fucking as well. "I'd love to" I answered and he pulled me up and put his cock away and we both left the bookstore and headed for his place. He lived about a block away and when we got there he opened up his door and shoved me into his apartment. Not wasting any. He'd had vengeful nasty in his life already from a woman: it had truly fucked him up and he didn't want any more of it. So he was going to play this one cool until he'd worked out what the score was. When they got to the top of the stairs, with a landing space plenty big enough for a hot fuck if the floor wasn't so creaky that the neighbours downstairs, (who were devout catholic churchgoers) would hear, she said, 'I wanna fuck on the stairs!!' He looked at her, looked at her tits, felt a big. Since it was main road, I said I can’t take risk and they drove me to some place where no one was there. The trees were bigger and gave us good cover. My cock was already semi hard and the bulge could be seen on track pants.I looked around and confirmed myself that we are not being watched and I stood there watching those two guys coming out of the care. Wow, the one who asked me to suck him was already hard and was rubbing the bulge. Another guy was staring at me and was unbuckling his pants.. Ichwollte auch ins Ballett. Aber die Psychologin meinte damals, ich solle michmehr mit Buben auseinandersetzen. Wenn ich mich zu sehr von ihnenzurueckziehen wuerde, dann waere mein 'ungewoehnlicherKleidungswunsch' eine typische Flucht vor der mich erwartendenMaennerwelt. Na und, und wenn's so gewesen waere? Was wuerde dasjetzt noch aendern? Ich waere gern in's Ballett gegangen. Inzwischen hatKatrin mit Ballett aufgehoert. Sie findet's einfach zu kindisch. Fuer mich istdas noch immer ein Traum..