Also that hewas not to touch his cock or there would be punishment.I also told him that I was going to shave his bodysince he was so fucking pathetic....I had him suck his pissed shorts as I lead him to theplastic covered bed. As he lay there, afraid to touchhis throbbing cock, I undressed and let him see a realman, hairy, muscular with a pulsating 8″ cum filledcock.I got a pan of warm water, soap and a razor and beganshaving his arm pits. His eyes were glued to mythrobbing cock as I shaved. “Well ? How did it go?” she asked. Before I could say anything my wife started talking. “It went pretty good, George stayed hard long enough for me to orgasm, but not long enough to have one of his own.”Nichole sat there and thought for a few minutes. “Ok, George, mind if I ask you a few questions about how you masturbate?” “I guess not.” I replied. “Ok then, do you massage your scrotum when you masturbate?” I told her I did. “Do you get rough with yourself, as in pulling on your sack, pinching. She was getting now exactly what she'd asked for, exactly what she'd prayed for--to be left alone.She felt hot. She felt miserable. She felt like jumping out of her skin and right through the roof of the bus. The bus smelled like a barn with all those naked, sweating teenagers fucking away like animals on a breeding farm. Denise thought she would suffocate on the scent. All that moaning and gasping, all that grunting, all those squishing noises and that obscene sound of flesh sliding against. I could read the approval on Fredericks face. While I am sitting on the pot peeing Frederick starts to undress. This was the first time I'd really noticed the muscled. The muscles were quite hot and the thing making it hotter was a large and very thick uncut cock. I had Charles Atlas in front of me with a very heavy 10 inch semi aroused hanger topped with a couple inches of foreskin. I could not help but stand, embrace him and kiss him more. Frederick pulled me tight at the hips. Kissing.