“There that‘s a nice size,” she nodded with pride at the sight of my cock. “Now stay like that, don’t let it droop,” she said as she left ...he room. I waited. My cock started to feel the effects of gravity. I wanked it for a while to keep it stiff and pointing upwards but gravity is a relentless force and slowly but surely it started to lose its proudness. Suddenly her voice shrieked from the hallway. “Action…Take one,” she shouted. BDSMOlivia was dressed like a sex bomb. She was sporting sheer. She was a cute little long-haired brunette. She was wearing jeans and a Boston College Eagles t-shirt. Not one of those loose fitting t-shirt, but one that made you really cheer for the home team. She was with who I assumed was her boyfriend, a guy called Dan, but of the two, she seemed to be the hockey fan. He didn't wear anything hockey-related, and didn't even seem to care much for the game. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets during the whole game. But he smiled a lot, so I guess he. As I walked in, here were about twelve boys, all dancing around under the water nude. Some were soaping themselves as others were washing away the suds. It suddenly hit me, I could see all of them! As I looked around, I was amazed by all the different body types. Some of the boys were skinny and some thicker, but we were all boys, and we pretty much the same, except one. This one boy. He caught my attention and I couldn’t help myself but stare, but, I noticed that around his penis, he had a. I pumped harder and harder each time she would slur the words 'Yeah oh fu--fck me, feels so s..so good!' 'You liiike play--ying with momzies titties' Alcohol talk or not but I was loving it. I was about to cum jerking harder to her slurred words. 'You like.. like.. my nipples on your sweat-er?” “I saw your littl.. little bone-” she cut off. Was she talking about me? I was about to cum then everything was dark, silent. She began to snore. Damn, such a boner killer I thought. I didn't even get to.