I like to watch boys Masturbate Pt4

After my trip to Leather’s place I was a complete mess. The intimacy that Angela and I had shared had my mind in turmoil. Was I a lesbian? Was I hetero? Or was I just totally screwed up? It seemed I was leaning heavily toward the latter.

Angela knew I was technically a virgin. When I say technically I mean that my female parts had all been violated many times by dildos and other foreign, but lovely devices so I was in no way what anyone would consider pure and fresh. And this very fact left me in a quandary about sex. I wanted to feel a human penis, a cock, a dick, a prick inside me. And I hoped Angela would help me arrange it.

It was just over five weeks, thirty-seven days to be exact, since Angela and I had visited Leathers and I was so ready for a return engagement. As much as I had enjoyed watching that big, beautiful cock of his erupt in a fountain of hot and nasty… Oh, sorry, I’m getting carried away here. Anyway, every time I thought of Leathers cumming I imagined how it would feel inside me. I never told Angela, but when we had sex together it was always the thought of Leathers fucking me that got me off. I finally had to come clean, excuse the pun, and tell her I wanted him to be my first.

“That’s cool,” Angela said. “He fucks me every once in a while. He’s actually pretty good.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why didn’t you ever say something? And here I thought we were, you know, kind of in a monogamous… Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”

Angela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”

It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.

I was sure the clocks around the world had all stopped sometime early Wednesday morning, then restarted at a painfully slow crawl. It seemed forever till Friday finally came. But it finally did and we were now standing on the porch of Leather’s house. Angela rang the bell.

As before, the porch light went out and the door opened with an ominous creaking. We stepped inside.

Leathers was standing there. He gave Angel a peck on the cheek and said, “Hi,” then turned to me.