Cruising areas were a big hit because then no-one really cared about who you were, what your name was or even how old you were. Let me be clear this i... not a story about a minor being taken advantage of. I was fully aware of who I was, what I wanted, and puberty was far behind me. In fact, if truth be told I was often the hunter...the one to instigate contact whenever I would go out among the bushes to meet a man. I was not that discriminating; I was driven by the urges of youth and didn't. She asked us to read some chapter in organic chemistry. I was sitting in front of her and my friend sat beside me having a good view of our hot looking sides, this made him feel hot, adding fuel to it, and she leaned on table by pressing her huge bust against the table. My friend turned red hot he couldn’t control his feelings, so he quickly came very close to me,I was not aware of this, since I was concentrating on my book, suddenly I felt a hand moving around my thighs and moving towards my. So Wernher von Braunand his rocket scientists were gathered at Haus Ingeburg, and this wasthe signal for us to join them there. I only had one question."Where the hell is Haus Ingeburg?" I asked Helmut when he and Gerdareturned that evening."In Bavaria, atop a mountain plateau on the Austrian border," he replied,rubbing his chin. "It's a resort hotel in the village of Oberjoch, notfar from Hitler's Berchtesgarden retreat. In better times Gerda and Ihave gone skiing there." Then that's where we. I wanted him to cum, right where he was, right on my face. I think he wanted it too. I reached up, and as he squeezed himself from the base to his tip, I held his huge balls in one hand and with the other reached between his legs and stroked his wet, open asshole. His balls were like holding a softball and I lightly squeezed and caressed them.He made grunting, a****l like “awww aww” sounds and I watched him stoke his massive dong just a few inches above my waiting mouth. I leaned up and.