It's her room; the mysterious friend I occasionally speak to. The room in itself somehow has very little detail in my imagination but on the one side ... large comfortable leather chair sits waiting for her. This dark leather chair can tell stories I am sure. If only I could talk to it I may fathom the secret desires living inside the occupant of the chair. In this room it is always night and the moonlight washes into the room and fires up the imagination with possibilities. I watch her come into. I called a friend to hang out!! ( backstory he is gay an thinks I am hott an has wanted to do things with me for a long time now.) Ok so John showed up I walked out an got into his car. So until last night I had never let another guy touch me or anything but have wanted to but just to scared to. Well anyways I was wearing some gym shorts an a shirt. So I got into his car an we started driving I told him that we should drive out into the country an as we are leaving town he puts his hand on my. The room is available to the tenants 24/7, so I decided on a late night excursion to minimize the chance of accidental discovery. I chickened out on Tuesday night, but Wednesday night (Thursday morning, really), dressed in only hiking shorts, T-shirt and a pair of Vans, I descended the stairs to do the deed.I was nervous as I slipped into the laundry room—unoccupied—but the idea of what I was about to do had me hard as a rock. When I was younger, I got a big thrill out of masturbating in. I lay back on his bed and he moved in beside me and started sucking my breasts and humping my leg as his cock hardened to its full nine inches. I stroked his cock while he continued sucking my tits and massaging them with his hands and I liked the feeling of having such a big cock in my hand. I knew that he was turned on because his cock was wet with precum.After five minutes of drinking my milk he said, “Damn, baby, you're beautiful and the sweetest piece of ass I’ve had in a long time. Now.