”Jonathan, sitting in the back of the class, was a skinny, quiet bookworm. While he had a vivid fantasy life, his real-world life was never very in...teresting or exciting. Prof. Tim’s lecture made him uncomfortable for reasons he did not fully appreciate, but he soon would!“In this class, we accept each other and their experiences, no matter how limited or worldly. Honesty, openness, full participation, and a willingness to challenge your boundaries are my only expectations of each of you. . A small bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my cock. I ran my finger over it and lifted it to my lips. The warmth and saltiness of the clear liquid made me even harder as its taste slipped over my tongue. Whilst I was doing this, my cyber couple switched places and now the girl was kneeling in front of the guy slowly taking his cock in to her mouth. The camera angle was such that you had a good view of her swollen lips glistening with her juices in the light. She played a couple of fingers. I noticed a hallway at the far end of the room, but didn't give it much thought at the time. We settled down at a table and gave our order to a male waiter and as I started to look about it was then I noticed a couple of men at a far table kissing one another and then another pair of men emerge from the hallway holding hands. Carmen had noticed too and now looked at me, "Gay bar?" she said. Looking at her not so sure, "Apparently" I replied. We agreed to stay long enough to finish our drinks. Or perhaps electrolysis. Peter wouldn't miss the hair on his back when they switched again. And maybe the hair on his stomach and sides, too. After all, she had to live in this body for almost another year.Completing the shaving, he washed the rest of the shaving gel from his face. He opened a bottle of after-shave, splashed some on his face, and reeled from the pain as the alcohol came into contact with the raw skin and exposed nerve endings. As the pain subsided, Peter re-entered the bedroom.