’ Wow! Now there’s an image. Certainly, if I was their wife or girlfriend, trust me, I’d rather be forced to have a bikini wax and my head shave... than to have sex with them. I’d never have any sexual thoughts, especially if it came to thinking about having sex with them. Now maybe having sex with their friends would be a different story, especially if their friends were cute and treated me with respect instead of with contempt. Yet, oddly enough, except for that foolish series of books, Fifty. No judgment as to looks, wealth, background, Etc. Simply being with another guy for each other’s pleasure and nothing more. What ever it was it was burned into my memory and was all I thought about. The next morning I woke up with a hard on and immediately thought about what had happened the night before. Fueled with my newfound desire I decided to stop back after work the following day. Got there about 8PM and took my time to take in what was happening. I pretended to look at videos on display. The result always was, that my mother couldn't or didn't want to tell and that my father was most of the time at work and always told me, that he was obliged to the security standards of the government. But as a teenager you soon focus on other things, anyway. For me it was my role in the local baseball-team and, of course, finishing High School. It was also the time, that I saw my father even less that I did the years before, but I didn't notice so much - my Mother was very dedicated to care. Von hinten wollte ich nicht genommen werden, das hatte Ben getan und das wollte ich irgendwie nicht mit Manfred tun. Ich schob daher Manfred etwas weg von mir. Dann zog ich mit meinen Händen meine Beine nach oben und nach außen, so dass mein Hintern höher kam. „Nein, wir machen es so. Schieb ihn so rein", forderte ich. Manfred platzte offenbar vor Geilheit, denn er zögerte keine Sekunde. Ich spürte seine Finger, wie er mein hinteres Loch suchte. Dann setzte er seinen Schwanz an und drückte ihn.