Another lad walked in and went to an end urinal. Guessing about 29-ish. The old man had zipped up and was washing his hands at the urinal. The lad who... just walked in had his cock flopped out and looking at me and the lad two down from me. He walked towards us and put himself at the urinal that was inbetween us. No one spoke or made a move until the lad in the middle dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I lightly grabbed the other lads arm and pulled him closer so out sucked could. Ethical questions quickly abandoned by his mind with the compulsion to touch Mitchell. But Mitchell would have the last ‘decision.’ ‘Do you want me to touch you Mitchell? Would you like me to play with your cock and your hole, the crack in your ass?’ ‘Yes,’ Mitchell replied, showing that Mitchell may indeed have some pent-up, homosexual repression let out by Jaime’s formula. Despite whether it was true or not, Jaime stripped down to his underwear, walked around Mitchell from behind and ran his. So me and Rick went to get some beer and some other stuff the girls ask for. On the way back Rick made a joke about what it would be like to swing. I didn't think they where in the life style. So i ask if Shannon thought the same way and Rick said she has talked about it at times. I laughed a little and said that is funny since me and Mandi been talking about swinging with another couple. We both had a little laugh. We got back to the house I made the drinks for the lady's and grabbed couple. It was my off day in my running training. It was warm in my room, so I was in my tight-fitting, short, cut boxer briefs. I finished working my abs, panting a bit. It was quiet in my apartment, so I started touching myself and feeling my shape in my underwear. Stroking and touching through the fabric, I started to think about the time with Irene and Eva, our unexpected threesome. All of us naked, alive, hungry for each other. She invited Irene and me between her legs, licking her shaved pussy.