I have never cheated on any of my girlfriends nor would I knowingly sleep with anyone I knew was in a relationship. I’m just not that kind of guy. T...herefore I knew my fantasy would never come true but the closest I ever got to knowing what it would be like came when I stayed over at my ex-girlfriend’s house one night in December 1999. I remember exactly what year it was because everyone was getting ready for the New Years Eve party of the century. The night started off the best way possible. Me. He pulled up my shirt and bra kissing and teasing my breast. I moan his name soft starting to sweat in the July weather. I pressed my groan closer to his grinding hard. He suddenly stopped and left. I was just laid their shacking from the vibrator. He then came back rode and tied my hands to the wooden ladder. He shushed me when I asked him what he was doing. Then he pulled down my pants and underwear and pulled his penis out form his pants.“ Zaire I’m not on birth control”I whimpered.“Don’t. ..good...very good...okay, now put one finger in your mouth and lick it up good. I want you to run your finger into my ass...I want you to find my prostate gland...easy, easy!...good...good...ooo...a little more...ooooh, do you feel that?" "Wow, I can't believe how hard your cock got." She started to stroke me briskly. "No. Stop. Take your finger out....oooh, that feels great....oooh." I rolled over and told her to prop herself up while I lay in front of her, my face about a foot from her. . ...“Break it up, boys!”, yelled Mr Arthur, the rugby teacher. No one messed with that hunk of junk, so the jocks backed off in an instant, nodding to their coach. As for Elixir, he turned, took me by the hand and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A field of baron scrub with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This place had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when ‘battle’ commenced between the two separate offspring of society. It wasn’t.