One night, Eric was sitting on his bed, flipping through the pages of a porn mag, all the while rubbing the growing bulge in his skimpy little bikini ...nderwear. I was lying in my bed, a sheet discreetly pulled up to hide my own burgeoning hard-on. I had my face buried in a book, trying not to look in his direction, but not being very successful.It was around 1 am when Eric put down his magazine and announced he was going to sleep. He asked if I could turn off the light. Wanting to rub one. ..(as he reaches over and wraps his pudgy fist around my shaft still stroking his own with other hand..he just holds it a moment with out moving as if savoring the feel of my smooth hard cock...we both let out a satisfied moan as he starts to rub me...slowly gently at first taking his time letting us both enjoy every long slow stroke)mmmmmm....(he grins at me) feels sooo good...( I lean back slightly as he strokes my cock so well as if he is enjoying it as much as i am). She deliberated for a few seconds wondering why she was telling him all this."A few weeks."The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter with Megan's refill. She gave him a brief smile and waited for him to depart."Do you always travel around with a wardrobe full of woman's clothes?" she inquired.Dave laughed."No, I bought a load of stuff for my niece recently and I bought your stuff at the same time," he confessed."What's her name?"Gulp. "Sarah" Have you got a thing for her?". If they thought I needed a dozen girlfriends, they’d probably try to get them. I don’t need that,” I said.“My lips are sealed. It works, you know,” he said out of the blue.“What works?”“Graphing irrationals in different bases. I’m going to apply all the trisecting theories to base nine.”“You’re kidding. I was just joking.”“Yeah, but the thing it got me thinking of is that the problem isn’t where everyone approaches it. It’s more fundamental than whether you can trisect an angle; it’s whether.