I was alone to begin with but as always randomly bumped into people I knew. I spent the night walking around between the two tents drinking and making...random conversations.In between drinks I even managed to snog or fool around with random drunken women, but it never went any further than that... That is until the end of the night.It was about 2am and the place was closing down, all the bands were packing up and the bar was closing; everyone was leaving through the big gate. Some, however, were. Her talks were disturbing me. Then I thought to go to the wash room and masturbate and release the tension. After half an hour I went to the wash room which was next to the bed room, I was casual as mom was in deep sleep and opened my pant took my tool out, without bolting the door. .Imagining the story that I read from the book I started jerking my tool vigorously closing my eyes. Within 5 minutes I was reaching climax to pour out my load of sperms, within no time I came with the load of. The noise was just assumed to be someone emptying some trash into one of the big skip bins ... but it wasn’t!With the bumps and noises from outside soon forgotten the three naked bridesmaids found themselves, at the MC’s instructions, kneeling down in front of the three naked groomsmen. Each of those lovely girls found themselves staring straight into a soft dangling penis that was just aching to be sucked off. The fact that they were in a church building and that such an activity might be. College only brought more pressure, expectations and scrutiny. I had even resorted to late night visits to an adult book store. Yes, I was “that” guy, hat, dark glasses, sneaking into a video booth hoping to find cock sticking out through a glory hole. And it was very addictive. Being on my knees in a cum covered, dark booth, the only light being from the flickering video screen, the only sounds from other men orgasming, or maybe just the videos themselves. Anonymously pleasuring men and.