After a few dates with one girls, a few of their sisters would inevitably want to satisfy their curiosity and would flirt with me in classes, at the l...brary, and at parties. I had been given the nickname “Meat” my first year in the Fraternity after I had lost a game of one-on-one paddle ball and had to perform a “skunk run” around the house. A skunk run meant that because I didn't make a single point in the game, I had been “skunked” and therefore had to take off all of my clothes and run. "Sure."I did so. It felt wonderful—and strange. I longed to put my finger inside her, but I thought that would be going too far."Just like you say: Might as well go for broke," she said, and she pulled the yellow jersey over her head. Now she was completely naked, with beautiful small breasts and hard pink nipples. "Time to get to work." She stretched across the seat so her head was in my lap. Then she started licking my already hard member. "You have a very nice one," she said, holding it up. Michael was not a predator, he was an honorable man but he was a man. Like other young men he wanted, he needed, he searched for sex and hopefully love. He did not move in on other men’s women but just by being in the same room with them they seemed to pay their men less attention. Many times he had to gently remind women they were with another man and were paying too much attention to him. He never knowingly ‘took’ or moved in on a woman who was married or in a relationship. In fact a time or. Even if you beg for more, you won't get it. His words repeating frantically in my mind, I grabbed onto him, pulling at his white shirt like a wild kitten. Pulling him closer, submitting to both the pleasure and pain he brought upon me. "You're lucky I'm at least pleasuring one of your holes. I know you want more, I know you want this cock stuffed into that other pink dripping wet fuck-hole of yours." He groaned, loosing himself in me, in the moment, satiating his wistful needs. Letting my eyes.