It was the early 1980s and life for gay men had improved beyond the comprehension of the generations who'd gone before. The clandestine lifestyles and...repression of earlier times was beginning to end and more gay men were visible and demanding change. Such was the atmosphere that my teenage years had blossomed into. I was doubly lucky to have been born and bred in one of England's largest cities, and as such, a small yet vibrant 'gay scene' had emerged from the darkness that had shrouded my gay. The sponge was still in my hand as I squeezed the lather over those beautiful breasts, the soap ran like foam over her breasts, dropping the sponge, I used my hands to slowly massage them. Sliding over the silky skin, I lifted them to my mouth. Her nipples had risen, now my mouth and tongue could enjoy them. She moaned as I sucked her nipples, with both hands I caressed them both, drawing more groans of pleasure. Still holding her breasts, I stood up and kissed her. She responded, slowly at. When I let it slip off my shoulders and land on the floor they looked briefly at Daddy and he just shrugged and smiled. I began to move from lap to lap giving a nice deep lap dance before moving on to the next man.“You’ve all been playing with my pussy all night. I think it’s time I returned the favor.” I moaned as bent over and ran my hand along Jack’s bulge. My tits barely contained in my bra and his hands quickly cupped them. I took Jack and Mr. Abrams by the hand and guided them to stand,. She looked great but I was more interested in her tits and ass as all that was working in my mind was her nude image and her words. I knew she was gonna try to seduce me and I had decided that come what may I am gonna turn her On and Off.We went to the theater on my bike and Nithya was busy pressing her tits on my back and I was enjoying her act but never showed it to her, in the theater she held my hand and when a hot scene came she breathed heavy , from her side she tried her best to turn me.