”“I agree.”I have finished peeing and I push and pull my foreskin back and forth over the glans and stroke my shaft to get all the piss out of m... cock. I am naturally right handed but using my left hand in this case seems to do the job just as well. Practice, practice, practice.He is done peeing too and squeezes his cock, ejecting the last drops.He looks over and says, “That looks like fun.” I chuckle and reply, “Yeah, it feels damn good. Wanna try it”“Yeah, sure!”His left hand reaches over and. Peeling paper and dingy paint told of years of neglect. He turned a corner and followed a narrow staircase down.Opening the old dark brown door at the bottom, he went in.“Hi! Great!” A shout of welcome greeted him from one of the group of twenty or so men inside the room. He knew quite a few of them by sight but none by name. In one corner, a half-dozen men were sitting huddled closely together, talking intently. The youngest in the group was sitting wide-eyed, obviously fascinated by what was. She sighed with pleasure. "Slave, take my cock out and suck it while I get used to my new pet." "Yes Master," Maria cooed. She unzipped his jeans and removed his rock hard cock carefully. She could feel both Master and Pet watching as she slowly, sensually took Master's cock in her mouth. "Have you ever sucked cock Pet," he asked turning his attention to her. "Yes sir," she answered. "Did you swallow his cum?" "No sir. I didn't know how. Quietly I got up and shuffled over to it. I lifted the lid, and there inside was the t-shirt and jeans Kristy had worn to school that day. Rolled up in the jeans were a pair of blue and white University of Kentucky panties. Nervously I lifted them to my face, and for the first time in my life I caught the smell of pussy. Without even thinking I grabbed my little cock and beat it until I cam all over the bathroom door. When I was finished I tried to put everything back the way it had been,.