I knew he was that kind of person looking for something so I stand next to him and pretend to be peeing, I looked at his big cock that was hard alread... he was rubbing his hand on it, he looked at mine that started to get hard, when no one was closer I grabbed his cock, I have it on my hand for a little when we hear someone coming in, there were guys already on some of the toilets rooms, some were empty. This guy moved to one of those empty rooms but before going in he grabbed my hard cock and. .So whenever nighttime came, feeling bored, i always texted this girl. lets call her sara. we've been friends for ages. she's chinese, older than me by a few years, has a nice petite body, very fair skin, soft long har, a stunning smile, and she have that stare that gives you the cfm impression. Prior to this event, i had never imagine getting to second base, or third, with her. afterall, she's a friend.Somehow, one night, our conversation turned to sex. i can't really recall what the actual. He returned seconds later with a jar of Vasaline from the medicine cabinet. His black cock, already wet and shiny from my pussy juice, now had a glistening sheen like marble. He glopped out more Vaseline and greased his pole some more, than leaned between my cheeks to lick my anus.“Oh man! That’s such a cute little button,” he said, slurping away like a starving dog. “Let me slick up your chute.”He f****d a smeary middle finger up my taunt asshole and wiggled it around inside. It didn’t hurt,. The night was long and tiring. The women found new depths of stamina and I ran out long before they did. Still, it could be fun being a spectator.The next morning I casually said at the table, "People tried to kill Artlam because we're friends." That may or may not be true and only time would tell. "This means that we're liable to be on the receiving end of a knife or an arrow. We're still in a dangerous situation."Tiffany asked, "Who would want to kill Artlam?" The man in question was sitting.