"I just stood there, bent over, a butt plug wedged in my mouth. God knows I've been in this position many times prior, and I've always felt the same, ...anticipation, desire, craving, and most of all extreme excitement.And as much as I wanted to hide my enthusiasm for want was coming next, my pathetic cock kept giving me away, it, as always was stiff and dribbling pre-cum, which was noticed by Mistress Bee."You love every bit of this don't you, you’re such a slut."It was an argument that I was. She seemed to relax afterwards and let go of her breasts. She leaned up against the wall and raised her arm against the door frame, trying to do a sexy pose. She started giggling and made her way towards me, bouncing on the bottom of the bed and crawled up to me. She pressed her forehead against mine and kissed my nose gently “thank you for being so patient bub” she almost whispered, then pulled back and gave me a little smile, sitting next to me. “Of course baby” She laid her head down on my. We were in totally different social circles, him being more down on the ladder, I being one of the more popular boys. Davy and had similar body shapes; tall, slim, and awkward, but that was where our similarities ended. My hair was jet black and my eyes were a dark brown. My small ab muscles were more toned and my skin a tan colour. I was the type of boy that girls melted over, so I was never necessarily without a girlfriend. The day I met Davy was during our first day of freshmen-year gym. All. I guess I'd been sated for a while. But eventually, I got back into the groove, and being in my fourth year I had lots of opportunities. Over the course of the fall and winter I had some fun dates with women, even a couple of short-term relationships, and some great sex along the way. One woman, Janelle, was as good a cocksucker as Jeff. A compliment to her, though I didn't tell her that.I also had a couple of semi-drunken encounters with other guys. One even led to anal sex. Which was.