Better get used to it."The next evening we were on the board catching wave after wave...You were kissing and sucking my neck as your hands pulled my h...rd cock out of my shorts. Your fingers began shaking my cock and feeling it up. I then turned my head to meet yours, you looked at me and then we kissed. Lips first but then as our kisses became deeper our tongues began to flick against one another's. Our moans began to make my cock pre-cum. I turned around on the board to face you...your cock. " What does he want? A threesome?" Beth smirked."No." Laura looked at her, her expression stern. "No, Beth. Don't even think about it." She softened. "It's pretty dumb. He wants to try and stuff a bowling ball in my ass."A couple passing in the street peered curiously through the plate glass window as Beth's raucous laughter erupted. "What the fuck!? That is some high-lair-ious, freaky shit, Laura." Her laughter dissolved in a fit of coughing. Laura fetched her a glass of water as Beth. This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother had gone on one of her "vacations" the night before, which all his life had been code for going to the city for a week or two to party. Since his father had died, she had done this about every other month. The only thing different about the day is that it was his little sister's birthday, so he had gotten up early and put in extra effort. He. But how?Searching his memories since coming to this world, Rayner went through each of his many battles. He remembered the feeling of his charisma.It felt like a rush of life. It felt like standing tall as hands tried to drag him down. It felt like boundless confidence.Did he lack this? He was one of the most competent students in school, an excellent organizer, a gifted student, a—a failure.His organized protests meant nothing; his studies would go nowhere as his corporate sponsors determined.