"I thought we were all going to be daring today and show some knee.Here you are, Mr. Prim and Proper." Roman and Norman were both in kneelength skirts...."Just couldn't handle it today, guys." Gene said.The crew of three went to breakfast."Hello Gene, ready for Trigonometry today?" Mrs. Fredricks asked,dressed as Gene always remembered her. "I hope so, Ma'm. It's not easystuff." Gene answered."Nothing good ever is, Gene. Good luck." She turned to the next boy inline.The three roommates sat in a. 9 inches of solid meat, thick and veiny, it bobbed before me, begging to be licked. The glistening pre cum oozed from the lip and I longed to taste it."now you are going to suck this, and if you are very good, I might return the favour" said my fellow passenger as he rose and moved towards me.He stood in the aisle, his enormous tool inches from my lips. He pulled my head toward him, grazing my lips with the tip of it. The taste of salty pre cum was like nectar to me. I had to stop myself taking. Stubby fingers grip my waist, hot breathe and bristle between my shoulder blades. I get kisses on the small of my back and butt cheeks. The air conditioning is cold and we stumble hand in hand into the bedroom and hurry under the comforter. We face each other, penis pointing at hard penis. His chest hair against my chest. Snuggly kisses in the dark. A Finger pushing at my anus. Small circles. A little spit. Now it's in and extended. I welcome it. My cock is splayed out on his soft belly. I cum. Yes, I know that gender identity and sexual preference don't always align, but in my case they do.Anyway, back to the unconscious cheerleader...I wanted to do something to this little slut that she would never forget, but with the materials at hand (i.e., no penis) my options were limited.Or were they? I looked back down at the used condom.I suppose if I hadn't been ovulating I wouldn't even have considered doing what I was about to do. I had been on testosterone treatments for a couple of.