I take my left hand and slide it beneath his trousers and underwear and cup him. My right hand has slipped from under his and my fingers trace up his ...length slowly; my fingernails teasing him and making him shake and shudder.I caress his balls and rub my thumb over the head of his cock, then fisting it and stroking up and down rubbing his pre cum, making him slick whilst my thumb strokes his slit.Kissing and licking his back, I squeeze his dick harder and give up and down short strokes. Kissing. .." I said softly to Heather, "remember the other night... when we watched that movie at home...?" I was referring to a porno we had rented and watched two nights previous, which we both enjoyed as we watched from the couch. "I think we found the live version. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She looked at me with wide eyes. "I think so... but-" "There are no cameras in here," I told her, anticipating this concern. With that, we both got comfortable; I grabbed a bottle of lube from her. I then turned down the sound on the TV, and inserted one of the x-rated movies I'd borrowed. It was in fact a pretty hot one. Perhaps more so as one of the women in it reminded me a lot of my mother. I had finally settled down comfortably on the couch, cock in hand, stroking it. At one point I thought I had heard something, even turning to look up back over the couch, but the light upstairs was still off. Thinking nothing more of it, I went back to enjoying the feel my hand was giving my prick,. Jeff was excited totalk to Bobby, because he wanted to invite Bobby homecoming. Jeffexplained how no one would know who Bobby was, and how Bobby had done sowell at the club, why not? It would be great fun and a chance for Bobbyto get dressed up.Bobby was totally taken aback. On one hand he was thrilled. On the otherhe was scared to death. Bobby said, "Jeff I am honored that you askedme, and I do want to be your date for homecoming. But there are somelogistics that need to be worked out. I am.