No, actually it had started earlier. It had started years ago when his father had left his mother. He didn't remember his father. There wasn't even a ...photo of him in the house to show him how he looked. His mother never spoke of him.There had never been an adult man in his life. A man who could substitute a father. Who could show him the ways of a man. Show him how to treat a girl. As it was, he was very awkward around girls. Didn't know where he should look, he knew where he wanted to look.. I'm Rachel and I just transferredhere," she said as greeted Ken in her best feminine voice. Ken stepped back. "Holy shit! Damn, Rich...I mean Rachel, you lookgreat!" he exclaimed. Rachel laughed. "I see that you didn't get a female role." Ken shook his head as he continued to stare at Rachel. "No, I'm on stagecrew. I'd like to think it's because I'm big and strong and not becauseI'm a terrible actor." Rachel couldn't help but notice the way Ken was looking at her. "So, didyou come up here for a. Without saying a word he hopped on my bed as his erect penis sprang up and down, and laid on his back as he began stroking his cock. I just went with the flow and hopped up next to him and started to do the same to mine. Just the feeling of stroking my own was great, but it wasn't until he took me by surprise as he reached over and started to stroke mine for me that it felt incredible. I returned the favor and grabbed his cock and began stroking. So here we were laying naked on my bed. Because she was responsible for us playing, Sammi started. I could tell you everything that happened, but most of the dares were unimaginative and most truths far from earth-shattering. But as the evening progressed and more alcohol was ingested, the dares gradually grew more and more daring. I dare you to kiss Sammi, eventually said one of my friends. I was a little surprised by the perversity dare, but this was my one and only opportunity to fantasize about the final member of our group and I.