I swear, I can almost come just knowing that someone is watching me. And, I have found plenty of opportunities to let them. Even when I was young, about 18 or 19, I can remember actually posing in front of my bedroom window, touching myself, regularly, while some men and some boys from across the way would watch and jerk off. I supposed they thought I couldn't see them. But several times a week I would do it and they would always be there, waiting with their lights turned out, hoping I would give them a show.

I went down the hall to her brother's room. I slowly turned the door handle and peaked in. There was Vin, lying on his bed, moaning and jerking himself off! "Oops, I'm sorry," I apologized, blushing. Vin looked at me as if he'd seen a ghost. I laughed and said that it was a perfectly normal thing for him to be doing, and that it also turned me on. He replied that he had become so aroused by meeting me that he couldn't help but try to release his pent-up energy when he was alone. "Well, you're not alone anymore," I said. Vin asked me where his sister had gone. I told him that she went out for some ice cream and that she would be back later with his favorite flavor. "How could she do that when my favorite flavor is standing right in front of me?" he said with a smile. "I want to make love with you," was my answer. I looked straight into his brown eyes, and then got on top of him and hungrily kissed his lips and neck. He said that I was a dream come true. We were both a little awkward, but I got his pants off in record time. I licked and kissed my way down his beautiful torso until I came to his wonderful cock.He wasn't as big as some other guys I have touched, but it didn't matter. There was something more than animal lust between us already. As I began to suck his swollen member, Vin begged me to stop, saying that he would cum if I didn't. I guessed that he wanted to really enjoy his first time. Vin took off my top and gently removed my bra. Like a child with a new toy, he felt my ample tits. At that moment I felt that I was in love with him. He got on top of me and caressed my body with a slow and steady hand until I was totally hot. "Pull my panties down!" I begged

Every Sunday afternoon, the jock stud reported to the back door of the athletic building for his main weekly session. Alone in the deserted building, Ford performed whatever perverted fantasy the coach had worked up. Often he made the boy have sex on video, using lewd sex toys while talking out hot fantasies of the coach's choosing. Knowing that he would be forced to watch the tape later got him all in a lather. Afterwards the coach would use him sexually, coming up with variations to humiliate him. But no matter how humiliating the situation was supposed to be, in realit y the jock just got more turned on. Ford spent hours with his face buried in the coach's buttocks or groin, servicing him with his tongue and mouth, front and back. Then he would be well fucked in a variety of ways. The coach rapidly found out the dirty little secrets of Ford's fantasies, found the things that got him good and hot. Ass play. Rimming. Group humiliation fantasies. And bondage. Lots of bondage.