Now it was my turn.I said "truth or dare". He of course picked dare. I then said "I dare you to strip down to only your underwear. He first removed... his shirt. That revealed about a average looking torso. He then unzipped his pants and pulled them off. It revealed his red boxers. He had a look on his face that he like it. I could see the buldge in his pants. I could tell he had a smaller cock than I did. I would say it was 4 inches. It was his turn again. He said "truth or dare". I. I longed for him to go through with his intention.The waiting almost drove me to distraction, beyond excitement. I spent much of my time trying to work out how we could do it together despite the fact that he had definitely gone cool on me in the days afterwards, or so I thought. He had a starring role in my masturbatory fantasies but it got so frustrating that I could not find a way to do what I longed to do.We got our chance a couple of weeks later one Sunday evening.He suddenly told me again. Stenn asked as she dropped the spray paint tip into a bowl of cleaning solution.“What do you think Wushu and B-G?” I asked to my two painted beauties.“You’re definitely a basic black and white kinda guy, Cuda,” Sammy replied with a grin.“She knows you way better than I do, Mike, so I’d go with her suggestion,” Tempe added with a touch of confusion on her face.“Mike, how about if I do something like this with you,” Mrs. Stenn said as she flipped through a binder and tapped her finger on a. Kissing a guy was not my thing.My cock was beginning to leak pre cum as he moved his thumb over my circumcised tip. I began to wank his cock faster now and I thought he might be close to cumming because I was. He pushed his hips forward and our cocks touched. Again I looked around but no one was paying attention to us. He wrapped his hand around both our cocks and wanked us with short strokes. The train lurched and our faces were an inch away from each others. He kissed me just a peck really.