Sean and I always agreed on everything... of course we did, so that he could get into my pants. The places we traveled together and the restaurants,... plus the expensive gifts that he bought me, they were impressive I will admit to that. It was like I was in a fog... of course, a fog! Because that is what you are Sean, disingenuous and insubstantial; you polluted water vapor, you were in lovewith yourself; the reincarnation of Narcissus admiring his own reflection in a stagnant shallow pool. ..__________________________________________________________________________________ Edgar woke up drenched in sweat, and with a raging boner. That was the third night in a row that he had a sex dream about Richie, who just so happened to be his roommate. He turned over in his bed to see his roommate still fast asleep. They still had about another thirty minutes before the morning staff would wake them up. Before Edgar had had to come to this place he had been a ladies' man, getting pussy like. That was why the benches where important. When I say expose myself I am not talking about just walking up to the girl and pulling my cock out in front of her. It is a little more subtle than that. I was already dressed for it, wearing shorts without underwear that where just loose enough that if I sat just right, a person directly in front of me would see just the head of my cock barely peaking at them from inside the leg of the shorts. If observed by the wrong person, I could claim. Mike's own erection was straining to be freed when he saw both women turn their backs to the couch, bend over and slide their panties off. Touching at the hip the girls wiggled their butts; Mike could clearly see the slit of their cunts. The girls sank to their knees and continued to fondle and kiss each other. Hands rubbed easily between thighs and the room was permeated with the smell of sexual desire. Mike felt himself sink deeper into the couch, he was so wasted, his head felt so heavy that.