” menon sir then piped it. “you should sit on your terrace and eat it. The fresh night air is good for a hard working boy like you.” i smiled at...this statement. Menon sir sometimes makes these nonsensical comments. I had enough fresh air riding my bike. Not to disappoint him, i said.” “menon sare. I will do just that.” with that i opened my door and turned around and waved my goodnight wishes. After taking a shower, i sat down on the sofa, turned on the tv and proceeded to eat the excellent. She, or rather he, had an erection. It was pushing out the front of her, or his, skirt.I felt myself starting to get hard again. “How could that be happening,” I wondered. “I’m not gay, am I?”The band started a new song; another slow one. Bobbie began to sway to the music, the bulge in the front of his skirt brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans. I slowly lifted my arms, and put my hands on Bobbie’s hips. I started to move my hips in time with Bobbies’ so that our cocks were brushing. Celsia hopped into it gracefully and began to make a motion with her hands as if she where rowing the boat. Waves formed around the sides and pushed against the back until they where quickly moving through the water towards the center island. Rose was the first one off, leaping from the boat onto solid ground with an eagerness that only one who could not stand sailing would display. Celsia took her departure much more slowly, easing one leg into the water just off from the beach before. "Fuck!" I sucked in a hissing breath, both of my hands finding themselves tangled in her flaming-red hair. I watched her, witnessing every inch of my cock vanishing behind her cock-hungry lips, her needy moans and soft slurps becoming music to my ears. "Mhm . . ." I moaned. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm, and I tied her hair up in my palm, not wanting to obscure my perfect view. "Fuck yes," I said quietly, rearing my head back, gazing up into the ceiling. "Fuck yes, suck my cock. Suck.