At least use the proper Latin term”“You said I was good though, didn’t you?”“Yes, yes .. well heat of the moment and all that. I was led as...ray perhaps. But yes, you seem quite ..err, well practiced one might say”“Practice makes perfect, sir. Perhaps I could practice some more with you”“Yes, maybe that’s possible. Keep you away from those rough types. Makes sure you come to no harm. Maybe once a week should we say? “Of course. As often as you like. Can we agree something on my. I’d never fully made it onto the bed, so now I was hanging half on and half off. My knees not quite touching the floor but only on the bed from the waist up. My dress was up over my waist, and my thong had found it’s way down around my thighs. So there I was: exposed, lubed and ready for Derek. Whose weight was then on top of me, legs between mine and cock pressed so urgently against me! Unable to move in any real way, I reached behind myself and held my ass open for him. His cock pressed. I spent most of the days sleeping and nights in the Village in Manhattan. With a phony ID, I was able to hit most of the clubs. It was there that I first settled my curiosity regarding whether or not I was bisexual. I got my first blow job from a guy and I sucked my first cock. But I was definitely not gay, as I loved pussy and fucked as many girls as I could.All the years Marcus and I roomed together, I had never hit on him, because he was as straight as you can get, and I did not want to do. He ushered me in, closed and locked the door, and walked over behind his desk, unbuckling and pulling down his pants as he sat down in his big leather desk chair. He tossed his tie over his shoulder; "Suck my cock" he muttered as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was in my throat in a matter of seconds. I was working it at first, but he quickly took over, shoving it in my throat and holding me there. I was gagging and slobbering while he used my throat. In less than two minutes,.