I turned to my right, slowly, presenting more and more of mybody to his eyes. When my back was completely to him, I shivered,remembering how naked my ...ss was with just the string of the pantierunning up between my buttocks. When I had made a complete revolution, he said: "Now, pull off that foolish g-string. It doesn't cover youat all - it just serves to give you a sense of being covered. It'sonly a psychological defense against your nakedness." How right he was! As I removed the g-string, I. He turned on the shower, let it run until hot water arrived, and then adjusted the temperature to just above warm. While he soaped his body, he reflected on the previous day when he'd driven June shopping. He'd expected a fat woman. Weren't all chefs overweight? No fat, not on June's gorgeous body, at least no excess fat. Maybe a little extra in her tits. Thinking about June's tits lengthened his cock.What the hell, he thought. Might as well jack off. I'm not gonna get any pussy for a while.. Of course I didn't take the hint that he was gone and I would have to ask him another time, instead I followed him hoping to catch him to ask my question. He walked down the hall and turned a sharp right leading to the back entrance that led to a vacant courtyard. Before I turned the corner I stopped. I heard Mr.H's voice and another, I decided I shouldn't interrupt their conversation but instead spy from a distance. I peeked around the corner and saw he was talking to my History teacher Mrs.B.. I knew my next door neighbour was gay. He had never said anything but I had never seen him with a girl in five years. One weekend he left me his key to feed his cat as he traveled north. Of course I had a snoop in his bedroom while he was gone finding gay magazines and movies under his bed. I sat on his bed flicking through the magazine as I felt my cock stiffen. There was an open bottle of lube on the table next to the bed. I didn't even try and resist as I lay back pulling my hard cock out of.