I woke up every morning hard (and naked).I would masturbate before I got out of bed, trying to quickly capture the sensuality of the dreams the night ...efore. I always had sex dreams in those days. Then in the shower I would keep playing with my erection, sometimes for a second orgasm.I usually wore shorts (nylon running shorts ... this was the eighties after all) and polo shirts, and when the sexual tension was high ... like it was on any day that I wasn't intimate with my girlfriend, I would. When Maryanne and I arrived, Don and Sheila introduced us to the other guests, and then we stood around and talked until midnight. Dullest party Ive ever attended. Don suggested that we get out of there as soon as possible, and if we wanted we could follow then to a friends house where the friend and his wife were hosting a party for guys who were in their fraternity at college. Five minutes after midnight we were on our way. We arrived at the friends house and were introduced to him and his. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhggggggghhhh” I groaned as I took in the aroma of her pungent armpits. Only yesterday I had nuzzled my tongue in her mother, Aunt Harriet’s extremely bushy armpits now my tongue was ensconced in her daughters bushy armpits too. I wanted to lick furiously at the jet-black hair in her armpits as she busily opened my zip. My cock sprung out like an angry lion.Brian too wanted some of the action. He had his cock in his hands and he was stroking it and he bent down and entered her. Her. My roommates don't even know. He asked if I thought he was hot. Of course I shyly said yes and asked if he wanted me to just shower with him. He invited me in and slapped my ass as I entered. After sucking his massive cock in the shower for a few minutes he nutted in my mouth and I swallowed it willingly. It was an amazing experience. He told me he wanted to ask me something kinda weird and I was like "Go ahead, I don't find a lot of things weird". So he proceeded to ask me straight up if I.