Then he took hold of my buttocks with his big hands, massaging them as he spread them wide open. For a long minute I just knelt there, my hole exposed...to his view, knowing he was thinking about it, anticipating how he was going get to enjoy a rare treat – stuffing those thick eleven inches of his up a tight, willing asshole. Suddenly, he pressed his face between my buttocks and started lapping away at my sphincter with an eager hunger that stunned me. I've made it with straight guys and most of. It was then Benny announced we were going to do a slight detour and hoped I didn’t mind.I shrugged.“We’re going to visit a friend of mine,” Benny explained. “His name is Joe and would have joined us tomorrow but he had promised his wife to spend the weekend at her mother’s. Poor bastard. That’s who I was calling. He’s slipped his wife a double dose of her sleeping pill and she’s out for the count.”He paused.“And... ?” I motioned to him to explain more.Freddie answered for him.“Joe’s got a. "And it was true, my parents had said many times that a lad with my sexual desires who wasn't getting any and wouldn't join with them or attend their Saturday night soirées simply had to relieve himself somehow. They had told me that if you left out the criminal act of rape then the choices were either a prostitute or masturbation. And my parents had made it quite clear that prostitutes weren't an option, which left just one course of action. So there was never any doubt that they knew I did. Well I got a roll of quarters and went back. It was a very dark hallway but I managed to find my way into a open booth. I closed the door behind me and put in a couple dollars of quarters. The screen turned on and lit up the inside of the booth. I could see a couple of wads of cum on the floor and an open hole on both sides of the walls. I didn't see anyone in the booths next to me so I focused on the video. The volume was loud as I changed the channels form all sorts of great sex. It had.