My thigh was against his crotch. I said oh my, I’m sorry Jake. He said don’t be. I got brave. I said if we were alone, I would take care of that f...r you. I felt it twitch in his slacks and I knew I just made it worse. Laughing inside. I looked down and saw it ... the wet spot on his pants leg ... way down on his pants leg. I thought OMG, what’s he packing that it hangs that far. He said can I help with something. I said I think maybe you can, i pulled him into the pantry and closed the door. I. Neither said anything. Each stood on either side of us in the small space between the mattress and the walls. It seemed they just wanted to watch. Both men stroked their erections. The four of us returned to our respective fucks. Apparently we shared the same unspoken opinion; no one cared who watched us.Lisa and the man fucking her quickly attained their former rhythm. I thrust firmly and deeply into his partner’s cunt while she rocked herself at me. Against the walls the two guys avidly. My virtue, he tells me, is stronger than my lust, for either sex or vengeance. For all that she'd been my enemy, I'd helped rather than hurt somebody who needed help. So I'm a good person.Well maybe. I still get wet thinking about making out with her in the hall, grossing her out and then making it even worse. Of getting a woman who can't stand the site of two girls kissing to kiss me, and deeply. And I did actually do that, so how good am I?And speaking of kissing girls...Even without the. Most friends were more than happy to play and oddly female friends more so than male. I would make up a game that in some way my friend would need to be looked at, even to the point that a bottom exam would be needed for a shark attach.I had a break from things in my mid teen years as it became harder to find people willing to play with. By then I had very much added a sexual element to my play. Not that I needed to have sex with the person I took a temp from just I knew why I liked it all the.