20s, no doubt, maybe 25 each. Seems so young now, but I was an innocent 15, making them *way* older than me. I smiled to myself thinking that older gu...ys wanted to play with me.—Can one get any more naïve than that???My eyes still closed, I tried to locate them by their smells. The bearded guy had a warm, fresh scent. I liked that a lot. Jake had a sour scent, not *really* sour but comparatively so. It didn’t attract me. Everything about him made me nervous.The bearded guy was to my right, and. His cock stood strongly erect at 7 inchesalthough the balls did seem to be on the small side.Quietly Marco turned on the cameras and stepped back. He always enjoyedthe next part. Seconds after taking off his clothing Gabriel closed hiseyes and tilted his head back, unable to prevent playing with himself.He slowly stroked his cock, playing with one of his nipples andbreathing heavily. "Yes," Marco coached him, "keep doing that."Gabriel complied, stroking his cock faster and faster. As he did so. Even though I knew what was causing it I was still a little concerned.“Your urine waste is normal for your condition Doctor Gance. I am reading well over seventy percent eliminated.” Sheila told me still staring at my penis.I nodded then I had a thought. “The color and smell may be normal Sheila though I hardly think that urinating for almost five minutes is. I’m going to be dehydrated if I don’t stop soon.” I told Sheila a little testily. I regretted it almost immediately when I saw the hurt. Despite the coolness of the basement, Tony was hot from the effort of pumping his cock in and out of me. The drops of sweat reminded me of the burn of candle wax that he loved to drip on me occasionally, especially down my balls and across my perineum. I moaned with each thrust, loving the feeling of him inside of me. He held on tight to my ass cheeks, pulling them apart roughly as he went deeper and deeper. When he was inside of me, I knew that he had complete control of me. He owned me .