The fact that all of this was just five minutes away baffled and excited me.But I couldn’t possibly go there, I thought. Who would I go with? What i... someone I know sees me? After months of allowing the fear to hold me back, I could take it no longer. I had to see this place for myself.One Saturday night, I convinced my friends I was staying in because I was too tired to go out. While they prepared for a night on the town, I pretended to get ready for bed: washing my face, brushing my teeth,. I'm so glad that him sounded like a nice person and patient also and indeed it is I can tell now :-) but what made me rode my bicycle those 6 miles to meet him were those words,(actually 12 miles because I had to go back home) he sounded so sexual, so experience, such a good lover, so masculine, and attractive mmmmm mmmmm yeahh, had a little trouble finding his house, so when we finally met, I arrived to his two stories house, left my bike parked under stairs, started walking up when he came. I could say we both were completely turned on. I turned her face and we started kissing passionately in the middle of the road. There was no stopping us, lust has taken over consciousness.It was an abandoned alley and the night was chilling in the winter. We wanted each other’s heat in that cold weather. Her hand made its way in that pandemonium towards my crotch. She held my throbbing cock on top of my jeans. It was her task to unbutton it and feel. Her hand slid inside and she let out a. Then lots of laughter from the bikers watching who were recovering for thier next turn on me or still waiting for thier first. "Brother, thats gonna be so fucking messy....," some one said. Ghost was almost to the point of filling my throat when I felt something very cold, definitly a liquid, enter my ass. I could hear the bottle being squeezed, then squeezed again and again. The bottle was emptied inside me ass. "That should lube her up for ya Frank," Harry, my wonderful older brother said..