They were hard and at the same time soft and pliable, and I really liked the thickness and weight of them, especially when compared to my little dick....I was amazed that they were so sure of themselves to assume that I would rub their cocks, but I was even more amazed at myself for just going along with it with little resistance.They started moving my hand back and forth on their cocks, and soon let go of me and I was stroking them on my own. Both of those big shafts were damp from the precum. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice body for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with. After the boy purchased. I took my time sucking on his balls and then licking and sucking his cock. I was easily able to deep throat him and had a nice pace going in hopes of getting him to cum in my mouth. Looking up, I saw the smile on his face but not the ecstasy I was hoping for. It was then that Sam said as if he was reading my mind, “That does feel fantastic, but I’m not going to cum until I make love to you face to face.” As the meaning of his words slowly sunk in I released his cock and stood to kiss him.. I'm prepared already for the "But it wasn't her fault," chorus. And the "violence is not the answer," choir as well. Normally my stories tend to be in the middle, neither BTB nor "let her get away with it," stories but this one is on the crazy side. It bears absolutley no resemblance to anything I'd suggest or admit to in real life so let's look at this as kind of a "What if" fantasy. Those of you who don't like violence or BTB and all of her friends stories should probably skip this one. If.