"When they arrived, several people were around the campfire drinking and Peter nodded hello to them all. The bearded man was decked out in a kilt and ...-shirt; he had an impressive red bushy beard and was passing out the drinks."You must be wee Nicola's man then," he nodded towards her and passed Peter a lager."Yes, I'm Peter." He reached out his hand to him.It was engulfed in the bearded man's huge hand. "I'm Jack," he beamed. Peter nearly lost his balance from the vigorous shake. Jack was well. Her aunt was way old but still attractive and she knew an awful lot of people that could either make you or break you depending on the circumstances. I should tell you about my time with her in her private bedroom because, in a way, it is a funny story and might explain why I am not as bad as some people make out just because my skin tone is a little darker.As the title of this story is “Boy Crazy”, I should explain right away that it is not to implicate I am the sort of fellow that swings both. We go to class for most of the morning, and each day you areassigned to two of us. Each day there is a different theme, and at theend of the day, you have to guess what that theme is. If you are correct,we pass that day, and you get to move on to another pair of mistresses.If you are wrong, you spend the next day with that pair, until you get itright. As you can see, this could last for as little as just this week,or as long as it needs to. Now, let's get started."With that, Courtney shoved. Holding me by the hair I was lost to everything but my task, to clean him. He instructed me to lick his balls, and so with feathery light strokes I used my tongue to clean and caress him, grateful for the chance to do so, enjoying the taste of my sex on his skin and his cock. H liked it and as I glanced up at I could see the look of sexual pleasure on his handsome face along with the look of total control. Pulling my hair he pulled my mouth to the tip of his cock, and greedily I swallowed.