.properley saying I live in the cellar ,in a cage from six in the evening till seven in the morning and the rest of the time i spend them toiling and ...leaning a non ending list of chores that Mistress affixes to a notice board in the kitchen that keeps me going from 7 to 6 barely having time to eat....the only words Mistress uttered since I ve been here were Quick QUICK....move it move it, come along........but today it s different we are going to a dance outfit shop in the city centre to buy. Still... I had a hard time believing he was out there, teasing me although unknowingly. When I thought of Jakob I pictured him with a wide toothed grin looking up to me. I knew him since he was small and even though the age difference was not quite as pronounced I always thought of him as a kid, not quite old enough to play with me and my friends but then again not as young as to be an annoyance. In his eyes I was a ‘cool kid’, someone he admired, and truth be told I quite liked being put on a. I felt enough walking around, time head into a booth or see what others are doing. I again, went inside a booth, this time with door closed, took towel off put over my shoulder stood waiting for someone to appear. Felt if I left door open would get action. Surely enough 1 minute went by. And poof a cock in the hole. Nervous/goosebumps at high. Approached him slowly, nice clean cock/shaven. Slowly put my nose on it, began rubbing my nose up down his cock. Slowly placing right hand on cock. The months rolled along and I eventually got Mary Beth up to speed. But once the project was over she still kept hounding me for help, it seemed that I was going to be stuck with tutoring her in physics for the rest of our college lives. Not that I really minded, once you got past that front she put on she was very nice really, for a dyke that is!"Tony, are you a queer?" You could have knocked me over with a feather when Mary Beth asked me that, on about our third week back of our second year.