He was the typical jock, clean-cut look, always wore button-down collars with his tie normally loosened, and in my opinion, a total jerk-off. If I had...to pick one guy who was always busting my balls, it was Tommy. Whether it was about my men's nylon bikinis in the locker rooms or my cum stained jack-off magazines under my bed. Tommy was always busting my balls.In addition, all the women at school wanted to go out with him. He had his pick of women. He was always going out with different women,. They were pillowy and coated in lipstick. I could taste it alongside my fluids. Her breasts rubbed against mine. It was electrifying, where her erect nipples brushed my chest. She ground them into me, smashing my tits with her own. Her tongue expertly probed my mouth. I could feel her strap-on against my leg.There was nothing I could do but submit to her will. My heartbeat made it hard to hear her giggles.“I’m going to fuck you now, okay, baby?” She whispered into my ear. Goosebumps ran over my. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig, and watched him giggle like mad while playing the clarinet. We’d crash at each other’s apartments, oh so platonically, a quick hug before we crashed, watching the sun come up over the city. Somewhere along the line, I developed. I think you lack the intellectual capacity to understand my amazing sense of humor."I turned the vibrator back up, and back down she went."See? I have one too," I retorted. When I looked up, and she was simply staring off into space while biting on her fist, feigning ignorance as her toes caressed my swollen head through my slacks. I hadn't been this turned on in ages, and she knew I was enjoying it because she flashed me a smile before getting dressed and sliding out of the booth."Well kind.