The whole hip hop culture is like a foreign object to me. It just doesn't fit. Even listening to it is pure torture for me. Music is something you cre...te with your own hands with the help of an instrument, not something you let a computer create. Real music just melts into your thoughts. At some point the lyrics and melody just become a feeling.The second I sit down and look around I feel a little bit sorry for the other students. Divided in their groups they stand around. Interaction between. He gets down on his knees and takes my cock in his hand. He licks the tip and slowly pulls my foreskin back and licks all round my cockhead. He takes me into his mouth and bobs up and down on my cock. His tongue works on my glans as he sucks my cock. I can feel the end of my cock against the back of his throat on the downstoke and his lips are buried in my pubic hair. When he swallows I can feel the spasms on my cockhead, the pleasure is enormous and I am liking this a whole hell of a lot. The. I walked over to the stall and unzipped my pants, knocked quickly on the stall door and pushed it open.There was Bob (that'll do, I didn't know his name, didn't care) sitting on the toilet with his pants down and uncut cock out, stroking it. I pulled the door shut behind me and reached into my pants and pulled out my now hard cock, dripping with precum at this point.Bob kept stroking as he looked me up and down and I started stroking my cock right in front of him, almost at eye level. He. Grinning Stephen slapped Brand on the back and said "Welcome to SheringCross." Brand knew he must have a very stupid look on his face as he looked at his Grandfather, Stephen took pity on Brand and smiled, "I purchased this place for us, including the forest. We can't impose on Collin forever, besides I'm more comfortable in my own home, I'm getting to old to be traipsing about the country all year, the wagons with the furniture should be arriving this week, if the weather holds out, I thought.