That night I came so quick I’d barely turned the first page, I got cum all over my uniform and had to go inside to clean up. I didn’t stop thinkin... about the cocks I’d seen in the magazine, men actually kissing. Wow! even touching each other. The next night armed with two carrier bags I prepared to go back. I had a clean sheet from the airing cupboard for me to rub off against later and a stuffy at just the thought of seeing more bottoms and cocks. I crept into the shed and went over to the box. Wow, I thought to myself, this girl likes it rough, I'm in heaven. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head revealing her amazingly perfect rack. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and slowly started sucking and biting. Her head went back and she arched her back, pushing her chest at me even more. She began grinding against my dick, and it instantly stood at full attention ready for action. Her Daisy Duke shorts did little to hide her tight ass as I caressed it through them. She stood up. ‘Oh, so you liked that, did you?’, she purred. His throat was to dry to voice a reply, but his body shouted the answer to her. She began kissing his chest more forcefully as her hand slowly ran down his body, grasping his growing manhood and rubbing her fingers through his pubic hair. Jack opened his eyes to look at her. The last bit of sunlight shown through a crack in the blinds, illuminating her red hair in a golden halo. The light glided across her body, showing Jack things he had never. He tasted salty and musky and was way too hairy for my usual liking but I didn't care. I was on my knees in a second and Sam told me to lay on the dirty floor on my back. He then kicked his pants off and sat on my chest. He presented his balls for a good licking and then shoved his meat into my mouth. The whole time I was sucking him he was speaking in some arabic language that I didn't understand. He was so hard and sweaty and kept trying to get his hands on my ass. I was in for a fight.