I wanted to stroke them. I wanted to make a cock cum. I've stroked my cock thousands of times, now I wanted to stroke a different cock. I wanted to st...roke it until it shot its warm cum all over my hand. I began to fantasize about hooking up with a guy and stroking his cock, maybe even sucking it. i started going to the adult video stores and looking through the gloryholes to see guys jacking off. when they would turn to come to the hole, I would get scared and walk out. I wasn't ready yet.. Even better, now I’d be able to record our lovemaking so that we could watch it at our leisure later.I walked back towards the bed, as I did so there was a tentative knock at the door. I walked to the door and opened it wide. “Come in Ilke.” I said to the lovely brunette barmaid.She walked into the room looking a little like a rabbit caught in a pair of headlights.“Relax Ilke.” Said Lorraine, she reached into the ice bucket and took out the fresh bottle of champagne we’d brought with us to the. Squirming on the seat I beg you to touch me, while your hand remains firm just inside my thigh. An idea occurs to me and I drop to my knees on the floor of the truck, unzip your pants, and very slowly take your semi-hard cock into my mouth. It doesn't take long for you to grow to full thickness between my lips I bask in the feeling of you growing against my tongue as I suck gently.From the way I'm positioned I know that you can't reach much of my body easily so you settle for taking a handful. Her eyes dwell often in the same direction as mine do sometimes, for the nice young yummies like her, who pass by our terrace, around the corner from our street. Alessandra blushes, but does not deny my suggestion she is only interested in girls like her. Her face gets more red the moment I suggest she is warm and wanton, but lacks any actual experience. She confirms that her first crush does not attend her school. She feels rejected by her. And neglected, unseen and unwanted in her new social.