I pulled my jeans and tighty whities back up around my waist, and then I sat back down. Even in the dim moonlight I could see the obvious bulge at the front of Chris’s pants, as he sat down beside me, to my immediate left. He reached down into his own crotch, and he began to openly massage and squeeze his pants-covered bulge in front of me. Throughout the whole time he was doing this, he didn't say one word to me. I was really freaking out at this point, because I was pretty sure that Chris was wanting me--and maybe even expecting me--to jack him off and suck his dick, just like he had already finished doing to mine. My having passively cooperated with Chris in The Pit just moments before (as I was allowing him to suck my dick, and jack me off) was something that I could rationalize away as just being mere sexual curiosity on my part. But the thought of me being the one who was doing the dick-sucking made me feel a little bit queasy. At the time, I viewed my own sexuality as being completely heterosexual in nature. And as I have already mentioned, all of my sexual fantasies involved me having sex with girls. Of course, most of the japan time, those gangbang “girls” would turn out to be torn-out magazine porn photos of naked women who were “letting me” stare at their breasts and pussies while I was masturbating. But the very thought of me passionately kissing or hugging another boy was nothing less than gross and disgusting to me. So it scared the heck out of me--and confused me quite a bit--when I realized asian that, deep down inside, I was actually wanting to perform the same types of homosexual-style acts on Chris, that he had just done to me . I felt like such a queer for even having those feelings. But, of course, that still didn’t stop me from having them. Even my still-halfway-erect dick betrayed me, when it began growing again inside my pants, while I was watching Chris, as he teasingly played with his bulge in front of me. And I unexpectedly found myself actively fantasizing about what Chris’s dick and balls might look like, and about how it would feel to have my hands wrapped around another boy’s bare erect dick. And I imagined what it would be like to hold my close friend's balls in my hand. Suffice it to say, it didn’t take very long before I automatically reached down into my own crotch with my right hand, and began to massage my growing bulge. When Chris saw me doing that, he pulled his hand away from his crotch, so that I could plainly see his bulge. And he finally broke the silence, by asking me, "Would you like to feel my hard-on?" Of course, I told him, "Sure." And then I just sat there, and I continued fondling my own bulge, while I was staring at his. And in response to my reluctance, Chris said, “Well, go ahead and touch it, Silly. It's okay. That's what I want you to do.” Then Chris reached over with his right hand, grabbed my left hand, and placed it onto his firm bulge, so that I could begin feeling it and massaging it. And now that Chris had explicitly given me permission to touch his bulge--and had even placed my hand on his own crotch--there was absolutely no logical reason left for me to keep holding myself back from fondling and feeling out Chris's pants-covered hard-on. And so I began groping away at amateur his bulge, with the unbridled excitement of a man who had just stumbled upon an oasis creampie out in the middle of the Sahara desert. You could say that Chris's stiff dick instantly became my oasis. And at the time, I was one hell of thirsty guy! You all worship me! Obey me!” Play later.” Cathy yelled out to us. “Lead the way” I said to Sofia and we sat back around the table creampie for another round with the image of Sofia’s naked japan body burned into my mind and keeping my cock hard. "They comes running asian when I flash the cash," I said, "But I been out meeting the girls and listening." Diane is sitting next to him holding her amateur nose in joking fashion. Ms. Claire Roberts He was somewhat fascinated by how Kate was gangbang acting. And by the time that John gingerly stepped through the bedroom doorway, Lisa was lying flat on her back on a twin size bed. My hands clenched into fists. As I’m driving us, she moves closer to me. Aaron groaned and stroked my hair softly.