Osamu took an armchair: that seemed to be his routine. Peter guided me to the right end of the sofa. It was covered in black leather, which felt wonde...fully arousing against my nakedness. Peter sat down beside me and fiddled with a remote control. The video was certainly well made. There were transitional passages which needed to be edited out: obviously when one man had his turn with me he passed the camera to another, and the scene veered around crazily until the next man had it under. “Yes babe sure!” Said Aisha. “Do you know Alex?” “What that shy guy?” “Yeah.” “I thought he was trying to get in your knickers.” “Ha ha Aisha! Actually he is….well I think he is.” “But what babe?” “Do you think he’s a virgin?” Aisha and I talked it through and we came to the conclusion that he must be a virgin. We didn’t know, but he had to be because me and my friends were always right. I tried to think what it was like to be in his shoes as I got ready for bed that night. I unfastened my bra. They never card, so it’s no problem for us to get in.”“What’s your parents’ take on all this?” I asked.“We fought about it at first, but then they let it go when they decided I wasn’t going to kill myself or do drugs. They don’t mind if I drink and smoke.”“How did you decide that all there is in the world is death and decay?”“Just look around! Have you known anyone who died?”“I have. When I was fifteen, my girlfriend died. My mentor, an older guy I was really close to, died about. I rolled to my side, and gently lowered you so that you were lying on your back. Your hips were rotated, though, so that one leg was on top of my cock, which was beginning to show some signs of life again.I put my hand under your thigh and began to caress you lightly, using circular motions that brought my fingers closer and closer to your pussy. You lifted your leg from atop my cock and placed it on the bed, spreading your legs wide in open invitation for me to take full advantage of my easy.