He brought his arms around, and started rubbing my belly, from waist to just between my pecs. I loved that shit---it made me week felling big hands on...my raw flesh.Finally, I guess testing me, he moves down to my massive bulge, and starts stroking my dick with his fingertips. Slowly up and down, until the rod in my jeans could prolly be seen all the way to Lake Travis.So to get the show on the road, I leaned my head back just a bit, and let out a low pitched groan. I raised my right arm up to. The cot was high enough that their cocks were inches from my body. I looked at their tight muscular bodies as my wife moved behind a tripod. She pressed record and a camcorder began to save my humiliation to a disk.I quickly forgot about the video recorder and traced my hands up the thighs of two men by my waist as the man by my head rubbed his hard 6" dick above my face. He squeezed the shaft of his cock and milked precum until it drooled from his cock head to my face and mouth. His clear. A white and black. The white k**. Kevin. Had a bit of a belly on him but arms had some muscle tone. The other black k**. Jerome. Went by Jerry, he had the most muscle build out of them all but course he was on the actual football team of the local high school. Course made sure all the boys was over 18 before we even started playing. Competition is going and I'm losing to Ray and Jerry is beating Kevin. Its getting to be half way through the games and Wendy walks in the room wearing a black silk. I didn't want to go in but thealternative would have been to wait outside alone and exposed to anyonepassing, whilst fighting a losing battle with the wind up my skirt. Ifollowed them in, trying my best to hide behind them and we sat at atable near the window. I buried my burning face in my chest and avoidedeye contact with the other customers.Since then, I have often marveled at how the general public, on thewhole, do not seek to confront someone like me...probably out ofembarrassment.