I slid down along his body and kissed and stroked him as I went until I again was at his sheath. His cock had completely retreated inside. I debated w...hether to rest and allow him to naturally recover or to proceed. I was afraid to rest. The recent days had been extremely stressful. Last night was extremely short. I was afraid I might not wake during the night and would sleep through and then not have time in the morning before the Predators returned. I proceeded. I stroked his sheath and he. Oh bed. It looked amazing. I jumped straight in and before I new it I was asleep. The next day I agreed to meet with one of my friends Chris. I had known him for about a year and spent nearly every weekend with him apart from when I was working. We painted together, went to the cinema and on many occasion got drunk together. Unfortunetley he didn’t know how I really felt about him. He cant drive at the moment so I dropped him off at his house whenever we went out of town and it always ended. “I’m selling the Big Issue would you like to buy one” he said showing me some I.D.I said “How old are you?” and he replied “23”, I said you English? He said “No Polish” then I asked him “I’ll buy two, what are you going to do for them” he answered “What do you mean”, I asked him into the kitchen, when I’d shut the door I opened up my dressing gown and all I was wearing was my upper clothes and my undies.My shaft was clearly visible through my pants, and he looked and said “Where”, “Follow me”. It was then that I discovered the local “lovers lane”, actually a secluded car park on the downs, and the by-products of many such liaisons; namely the used condoms. As our time to explore from the confines of the school was confined to Sundays these were usually freshly used and as I picked up the first was struck with a fascination that this very object had been lodged deep inside the vagina of some woman, albeit unknown. The knowledge had an immediate arousing effect upon me and as I sniffed.