As we played Fifa we message our girlfriends and as the night progressed we again chatted about our sexual experiences which soon got us rather horny....Sitting in our boxer sleeping shforts as we described to each other about our girlfriends bodies and how it felt having our cocks sucked and how their sweet pussies tasted and felt, my cock was hard and looking over to Mike it was clear to see his cock was also rock hard. As we continue chatting about wanting to fuck now and wondering how it. He had his friends, but it was a smallcircle of non-jocks and the guys in the band. Jason, who the girlsconsidered attractive because he was six-two and athletically built,would have attracted more attention. Don would have had better luck,too, Brandon thought. While he was about Brandon's height and weight,his sandy-blonde hair and glasses framed what some girls called theperfect cute face. Even Vinny, with his mysterious Latin looks, wouldhave been better suited. Brandon signed. What on. He was hairless and semi erect, larger than I expected considering his short stature, well on his way in the process of genital development. Cut, and in his present condition, which I knew to be simply an innocent reaction to the erotica of his surroundings, it jutted and arched as long and chubby as my thick bent thumb. I guessed his optimum erectness would equate to almost four inches. His balls hung high, yet plump, perhaps still making their transition lower, or that nature opted to keep. I let out a little whimper in pain. "I own you. You don't talk back, you don't question me, you don't fucking take a piss without my permission. I will ask you one more time, do you understand me?" I looked her in her eyes and saw raw passion. It was intoxicating seeing such confidence. And as ashamed as it made me, I couldn't help but notice I was getting a little wet. At that point there was only one thing I could say. "Yes Master." "Good, now beg to lick my sweaty feet like a good little.