* As a college freshman, Michael Nichols sat on his bed listening to his sister and her boyfriend fuck in the next room, his mind was a jumble of conf...icting thoughts and feelings. The sounds of the lovemaking were distinct coming through the thin walls that separated his room from his sister, and the images he conjured to accompany them were vivid. Bryce, the top jock at their university, a thick muscular specimen of young adulthood and his sister, a spitting image of feminine perfection: all. I strolled up the garden enjoying the fresh air, the warmth of the sun. When I turned the corner at the top of the lawn all I could see was the ball just sitting still on the lawn with no sign of my cousin George. I stood still looking all around, then my eyes were drawn to my uncle's garden shed, it looked a bit old but in pretty good shape.I noticed that the door was closed as I approached, and for no good reason, I began to sneak closer, barely breathing as I edged nearer. Then I became. But I am going to suck yourcock."She hesitated, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on the boy's face. Then,her own desire surging almost as wildly as his at the thought of offering her mouthand lips for his lewd pleasure, she leaned slowly downward. Again she seized thethickly swollen shaft of his cock and bent it backwards until it was pointed directly upat her face. Inches away she paused and opened her mouth to breathe softly overthe glistening little glans, her fingers resuming. I'd drop my stuff in my room and head to the restroom. Invariably, the bathroom was empty and I was able to drop a deuce (or two) in total privacy.Amusingly, I kept this routine up throughout the whole of college and it always worked a treat. Yet there was this one occasion when things didn't go to plan.I had been at College for about four weeks and really enjoying myself, and by now I was in the habit of using the restroom after my morning classes. I would swiftly stroll across Campus and.