" I sort of sidled toward her, trying to hide my dick from her, but it didn't really work. I saw her eyes flick down to my cock, and for just a moment... I thought I saw her lips twitch and maybe there was a gleam of interest in her eyes? I fumbled and dropped stuff, finally getting it all corralled. Holding it front of my crotch didn't do much good, since my dick stuck out like an iron bar."Remember the rules, Mr. Walker," she reminded me. "Three five minute bathroom breaks, you use the girl's. I hadn't prepared, so Istammered a bit. Kyle jumped in and tried to bail me out with a storythat I had been an adopted child who was looking for his birth family,and had been led to this house where my brother might live. You canimagine the questions that brought! He invited us in, where I met my 20year old mother. She was beautiful, and they both were so young! Wetalked for about an hour, as I made up the story to match what Kyle hadbegun. I really felt terrible for the lie, but just couldn't. This was Rhona’s party, so she decided on the guest list. Only one guest was one of her clients, a young man, very bright and very driven, who had made a pile of money from software. His prime motive seemed to have been trying to please his birth mother; a woman who he had elevated to an almost fantasy status after she had left his domineering father. His mother was long gone, but Rhona made an intriguing substitute.Rhona invited a number of couples, where the male member had once been a. This was the best time of the practice - nine hot studs changing cloth around me, their dicks flopping everywhere and their balls hanging. But they asked me not to look at them, and definitely not to do anything. I kept my promise to them not to do that. This is why it was also the hardest. After they all drop their swimwear, all the guys walk into the showers. Josh, the only member of the team I hate, stopped me. "Listen here fag! I don't want you looking at me! Understood?!" "Why would I.