"...but sometimes, when you look at me, I think youwonder what it's like to be someone like me..."* * *As his mind was still troubled over the thoug...ht of not feeling the bodyof Brooke Vandervelde pressed against his own, David Sandberg found itvery difficult to fall asleep.He found it difficult to think as he tried to do his homeworkassignments as well.His unconditioned, yet obsession-plagued mind kept drifting back to allthe times he had snuck over to Brooke's house just to be with her,. It would be incredible to kiss him as he came inside me. Both his tongue deep in my mouth and his hard, thick cock deep in my ass. I began to ache for him.The thoughts too much, the urges too strong, I let my fingers find my hole and trace circles around in, imagining it was Miguel’s fingers, his tongue or his cock. I pushed my fingers inside myself and moaned, dreaming of cock. I stroked myself, with my fingers inside my ass and pointed my cock at my face, wishing it was Miguel’s and opened my. My coochie was dripping wet as I turned on the water. After several minutes I felt that I was being watched and turned to see three young men standing watching me. I had nowhere to hide as these were old school showers and were all open. Two white and one black young men standing there naked with semi hard cocks. I was not sure what to say or do. I stood there looking at them and they looked at me. One asked if they could join me, he said they had played in the football game earlier and. ." he was still groggy and disoriented, but then started to collect himself. "I gotta get my stereo." Come back for it tomorrow," I said. "Right now you need to at least buy me breakfast, and then I have a favor to ask." Sure! Sure, anything," he said as if he could buy his innocence."I need a place to stay for the day, and someone to spend it with," I told him calmly. "Can we go back to your place?" Sure," Mark said shocked.I slid my arm into his as we walked away and I whispered to him,.