..or did I hope you saw it?#3, the one on my right, handed them to you and you cradled them gently in your palms, testing the softness of the material...between a suggestively sliding thumb and forefinger.Did it surprise you to see the smoothness of my legs extend to what lay between them? Did it please you to see the pink pouting lips unveiled as your hand fondled my panties? Judging from the outlined bulge beneath your belt, I thought so.We had agreed beforehand that you would not touch me at. " I went to my knees and he began to rub his cock head to my lips. I smelled cock for the first time and it was a smell I would later learn to crave. "Open, open your mouth" he growled at me and I obeyed. He began to thrust his cock into my throat. I, like my mom, began to gag but for me it was on my brother Ken's eager young hard dick. Suddenly he began to cum off, filling my already stuffed mouth with his hot ejaculate. I started to wretch,and then vomit. For some reason, Ken found this. Feeling the alcohol steel his nerves Jon walked to the lift and pressed the floor button. As he stepped out he could feel the butterflies in his stomach, and the stirring in his crotch. He arrived at the familiar door with the golden "325" emblazoned across it. He pressed his ear to the door, the muffled, deep groans emanating from within. A mischievous thought made him act: if he was attempting to seduce Dean and his new companion into a threesome he needed to do something to announce his. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto, with the dark ring of facial hair around his mouth and lascivious look on his face. To me, Bluto was always the epitome of what a man should.