I started by allowing myself to be seen naked through my front window. I was sexually and socially inexperienced and immature. The experience with Pat... which I have written about previously ("My First Sexual Relationship", and "Femdom - the next stage"), made me bolder and determined to find new and equally exciting ways to satisfy my craving. Thus did I explore the possibilities of the "accidental" towel drop.First of all one needs to have an excuse to be naked. Just about to get into, or out. " followed by an address I've never been to, but I recognise the part of the city; it's one I pass through every day on my way to work.By now, my cock is beginning to respond to this teasing and I realise I'll have to make my excuses and leave. I plead an early start, leave the bar, hail a taxi, and heart pumping, I sit back and compose a reply. "On my way..."When the cab drops me off, I'm in a little cul de sac of thirties bungalows, with their identical front gardens and wrought iron gates.. He was surprisingly gentle as he slowly pushed inside of me. I was able to grab his butt to help him gage how fast to go. I was so relaxed, his cock was pushed deep inside of me within moments. What surprised me more was how good his uncut cock felt moving against my prostate. Soon I was on my back with his dick moving in and out of my little-boy hole, his balls bouncing off my young butt cheeks. My little dick was raging hard as he built up the speed and impact of his thrusts. The grip. “Cook sent summat to warm you up,” she said. She put the lamp on the bedside cupboard and the milk beside it. She smiled at me and lofted her smock over her head. She kicked off her shoes and wrenching aside the bed clothes slid into bed beside me.“Er I think Cook meant the milk,” I ventured.“Ah well me cunt is lonely without your cock,” she said hopefully, “Go on, stick it in me you know you want to.”“I desire no such thing,” I insisted.“Then why’s t sticking up like a broom handle?” she.