"She's finally getting a little hard," a soft voice said."You should feel this, man, her ass is trying to grab my fingers,"another voice said. "I don...t fucking believe it." The voice laughed andI liked it because what they said sounded like I was good enough to beliked. I almost cried out in disappointment, though, because neither ofmy nipples was being suckled anymore."Fucking," I moaned out. "Fucking fucking fuck fuck fuck." I was tryingto say "fuck me" over and over but that's all that. He was the one who also got me the job at the Intel facility not far from our house.Because I had gone to a California High School and did well on the testing, I was able to get into a State University even though I had no idea what to study. I really had no interest in studying anything but the Professor and my parents insisted I do it to prove I was going to be a big success in America.Right about my 19th birthday, my baby fat started to melt away as my metabolism kicked into high gear and I. He was in essence the skinny identical twin of 275 lb. Slobby Bill whom I had similarly serviced my first week at the plant.My shoulder length hair, lack of facial hair of any kind and love of being a bottom for masculine men relegated me to plain looking although I was matched in strength and intelligence."Hi Jack, I'm Dave." I said the second day he worked at the plant.He took my hand in his and replied, "Pleased to meat you Dave."We talked a bit as we lined up to punch in and headed to our. I stopped and wondered what to do. The guy on the bottom did not move, he was still on his stomach with one of his legs bent like an inverted "L". His feet forming the lower part of the "L". His other leg trapped under his lover, his lover placid penis oozing cum on to his thigh. I moved towards the two of them, the top reached for my rigid cock and greedily sucked it into his mouth. As he sucked my rigid tool he loosened my belt, and I let my trousers drop to the floor. Slipping out of my.