I could sort of make him out with the little light that was coming through the partition door next to the platform where he was sitting. I rushed over...and sat next to him. "So you said something about a magic trick?" I whispered, not being very cool about it. At this point I wished that I hadn't worn such tight jeans as my dick was straining to be released from its confines. "Yeah just lay down on your stomach and I'm gonna do a magic trick but you have to trust me ok?" Hell he didn't have to. I fell for him. Hard. It hurt. And if I had known we wouldn't be friends now, I'd have tried harder to get in those boxers!What Really Happened.When I was eighteen, I went on the college music tour to Amsterdam. I was going to be spending every night for the whole week in a shared room with Martyn. When we all get to the hotel, go to our rooms. Rather than two singles, we had a double bed! Oh no! Guess we'd have to share.One evening, after playing two concerts, a few of us snuck out of the. Over the last couple of hours, I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. Was this normal? What was normal anyway? I locked the door and went back down the hallway, checking each box until I located my towels. Not having a shower was no longer an option. Too lazy to try and rummage through everything to find my toiletries, I grabbed the hand soap from beside the kitchen sink and took it into the shower with me. I scrubbed myself from head to toe, watching dust and dirt swirl down the. I tell her how I can’t wait to get home and watch her myself and how I want so much to ram my stiff hard cock into her hot little pussy and fill her with my cum. The excitement of being able to watch Lynn play with herself and chat with her on the phone has got me over excited and I take out my hard cock and starts to pump it up and down. The wonder of technology, I’m hundreds of miles away and I can still watch my wife play with herself, perhaps it’s the fact that downstairs three horny guys.