He kept walking as the car drove slowly along side of him. "Want a ride?" the man in the passenger seat asked. Keven-Jeanne looked; there were 4 or 5 ...uys in the car. He was nervous, but without hesitation he said, "Sure." He got into the back seat and the guys in there pushed aside to have Keven-Jeanne sit in the middle. The car sped off into the darkness. Keven tensed a little when the men in back began feeling his bare legs. But their calloused hands felt good on his bare skin. One of them. Is that it?” I’d estimate that sounded roughly one percent hostile, but it was enough to turn its attention. Every part of it stops mid motion, and tightens. The cuffs, the ring on my cock, everything.The beast focuses every camera and array at me, squinting tightly with sarcastic zoom, and forms two clips out of narrow branches from the metal tentacle on my chest, and closes them on my nipples, with incredible spite. The tendril that still hovers above me extends now toward my throat. Its. Sayuri stumbled to the front door of the fraternity house, turning thedoor knob. The front room appeared to have been cleaned once he'd gone.A few of the girls who had been there for the boys were sitting in theliving room watching TV. Their shirts hung low over their flats chests,and he could see that they had slight little bulges in their panties. Itseemed the average transformed boi's cock was only an inch long. For aformer girl her average penis would be about 3 inches rather than thebarely. This is a short story about an old man and his thoughts. No sex other then thinking about it.I have a problem that faces many older men. I don't care if you're in your late fifties or late sixties, you might have this problem also. No, it's not erectile dysfunction but quite the opposite. I want to have sex. My wife tells me it's in my mind but I know better. It might start in my mind but ends up as a hard-on in my pants. I would like to do something about it other than masturbate.My wife isn't.