The car travelled for sometime while I came again and again. The release of sexual frustration freeing my mind. That night Samantha and I were in my r...oom and Christine and Susan were in her room. The next morning I woke to Samantha standing in front of my open wardrobe tossing clothes in to two piles. In one pile clothes I had bought but never been brave enough to wear the other my go to normal mature parent like clothes."We will shower then you will put these on" Samantha held up a little red. Her black hair was matted and covered with dust balls from under the bed. She had a swollen lip and a black eye, and obviously had been crying. Her clothes, a nondescript sweatshirt and a pair of dungarees, were as dirty as if she had been rolling around in the dirt road, which was also possible.She looked at me, with pleading in her black, shiny eyes. "Bill, he kick me out," she said in a soft voice. "I got no place to go so I hide here." Why did he kick you out?" He t'ink I fuck Alvin. As I entered it , it was very poorly lit. they had no urinals , just a trough against one wall. as I was peeing, I saw movement in the corner, it looked like one guy was on his knees blowing the other guy. my friend the turned towards me, showing me his hard thick cock. he started pushing me to my knees, but I said, I cannot do this. but I also kept looking at his cock and the two guys going at it in the corner. I had never seen men actually sucking cock before. and I never had seen myself as. Shane was a "typical rocker." He had tattoos all over, very thin with long curly hair, and wore nothing but clothing that was related to music somehow. He wasn't in any way gay. (Or at least not that I could tell.) Shane moved to Dallas 2 years prior for a better job and be closer to family. Despite the distance, (I'm about 10 hours away) we remained close. I was also pretty close with his roommates, but I was closer to Shane. I stayed at their place, naturally. Forgot to mention, we are all.