I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. ... remember the sound of my zipper sliding down, the sound of his pants, heavy with wallet and keys, hitting the concrete. I remember the soft nylon-on-nylon sound as we lay down on the pile of sleeping bags. I remember his soft grunt as my body yielded to his, and the satisfying warmth as his seed filled the condom.In college, my desires became. Well after several hours of silence we talked, I told her about the panties thing and she said she already knew but chose to ignore it, she then asked me if I had had a cock, I said no but admitted I would like to try it, "Right" she said and left it at that. The following night she went out with her friend a hairdresser and they normally visit a few bars in a nearby town returning at about 11pm, this night she came in after 3am , I heard the car door slam as she was dropped off, she came in. With the number of students as well as the kids from the family, there were almost continual studying and tutoring going on.Bret, being the instructor he was, soon had a class of very skilled students in the art of self-defense. By spring break at school the girls could pass their black belt tests. All of the girls, being aware of Bret's history with the Marine Games, began asking Bret to expand their knowledge into other disciplines of marine life. With the help of Bob1, Bob2, Bill2, Gunny. " I looked up at him with a pleading look."What's wrong? Are you not enjoying it? The tent in your pants saysotherwise."I took the head of dick out of my mouth for a second and looked down.He was right! I had a full blown erection in my shorts. I couldn'tbelieve that I got turned on my sucking on another man's cock.His hand grabbed my chin, and he forced my head up to look at him. "Inever said to stop you fucking cunt. Your focus should be totally on mypleasure and my cock. Now get back to it!".