"He was right about me. I'd sometimes looked at cocks on-line. On a few occasions I'd masturbated to bi-sexual porn. In fact, honestly, what I found e...citing in those clips usually didn't involve the woman, except when she was encouraging the two men to fuck. We were quite again and another race was run. Jay pointed out one runner in particular."Wow, look at that!" I had noticed and said so. We both waited for the replay."Fucking hot!" Jay told me. He was admitting his arousal to me. Should I. You maybe could say we were best friends. I certainly got along with him better than I got along with any women. He seemed to have only a very few friends and none of the others were like me. He had no one else he could share secrets with, no one else who tried to help him get over his shyness and no one else who knew that his height had yet again been offered as the reason for his recent rejection.It must have been tough being so different during his high school years. He towered over all but. His hands reached around me to caress my firm butt, and gently pushed me forward --- his lips kissed my outer labia, his tongue traced my slit sending shivers down my spine. My pussy was throbbing, I could feel it pulsate, my vaginal muscles tightening and loosening with each stoke of his soft yet rigid tongue. His face was now pressed firmly between my legs savoring my sweet nectar. I felt another orgasm sneaking up on me; I felt it building up inside me, wanting to burst out loudly. I was. If you haven’t read that part, I think you might enjoy it. You can find it on my blog or my main website.Where I left off was me walking out of the changing rooms at the local pool after the Married Guy ruined my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos. He ruined them by jerking me off on the inside of those speedos and him cumming on the backside of those speedos. As promised, he gave me an AussieBum jockstrap which I put on in the change rooms. I got dressed before the Married Guy (he had come from the.