I didn’t have a mobile phone or a computer at that time. So I haven’t watched porn movies until then. But I have experienced a spark inside when b...ys touch my private parts accidentally and as I was a nerd back then, I didn’t know what that feeling was. On the first day at college, a boy came and talked to me. His name was Manoj. He was also in the batch of computer science. We got to know each other and gradually, we became close. I started to share everything with him. He was my best buddy. I usually act out my fantasy at my layover hotel. I say 'usually' because, in Amsterdam, my favorite layover city because of its liberal attitudes on sex, I have a helpful friend that has made special arrangements for me outside my hotel, the most daring being working a 'picture window' in the De Wallen section of the Red Light District on Saturday nights which works well for me because I can only hold the trip on weekends anyway. This particular shop owner is more than willing to host me. ” “Agreed.” I said. “Feel like some breakfast, or you want me to take you back to campus?” “Remember, you said I could drive.” She retorted. “But how about a shower then breakfast.” “No need to be in a hurry, if that’s OK?” “You want company in the shower?” I inquired. “Somebody’s gotta wash my back.” She grinned. “I’ll wash a lot more than that.” I k**ded. We had a long, very interesting, shower. I’ve never had that much fun getting clean. She was very playful, and took great joy trying to. I could see that his cock was getting harder and harder by the minute. It stood out, making a nice big bulge in his pants. My eyes fixated on that enormous mushroom head on his cock, and I tried to imagine what it would be like sliding down my throat. Bill, as if reading my mind, asked, “Are you ready to take my cock down your fucking throat?” “I have spent a lot of time practicing and I will try my best,” I said, “but it is so fucking big.” He just smiled and said, “I will take it easy on.