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Shall I give away one of my orgy-going secrets?
I’m feeling magnanimous. I will share.
The next time you are set to attend an orgy, bring with you a bottle of massage oil. Volunteering to give massages is an infallible way to work yourself into the action. Well, offering to blow every man in the room would also work you into the action, but let’s not get carried away.
At a recent group event, fate provided to me like manna from the heavens a beautiful dark-skinned boy. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” I asked him, holding back with difficulty the desire in my voice. “I can work on your back much easier if you are shirtless.”
Smooth, no?
He stripped down. “This is just a ruse to get me to take of my shirt, isn’t it?” he asked as I smoothed warm oil over his back.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Now why don’t you take off your pants too so I can massage the rest of you?”
He declined, which was completely understandable as he was new to the group. But I didn’t mind. Between my legs I had a beautiful man; under my hands I had his mouth-wateringly muscular back.
I pulled out for him every massage trick I could muster, and as I did, I felt him melt under me. “Are you a professional masseuse?” he asked, as I worked knots out of his lower back (it was actually the top of his round little bottom, but let’s not get hung up on technicalities).
I laughingly assured him that I was only an amateur. I was having trouble hearing him, as he was face down on the bed, so this conversation was exchanged with his head turned and my lips right next to his shoulder, rrrowr. I could have nibbled on him, if I’d been brave enough.
From his skin, hair and face I could tell he was young, very young, but I had no idea how young until someone watching asked the question directly.
I was eighteen years his senior. Eighteen years! I felt like a complete perv perched on this child’s back thinking salacious thoughts about his body.
It didn’t stop me from thinking. He lives in my town, we discovered later. He lives, in fact, not a hop skip and jump from my house.
Usually my very strict rules prohibit the pursuit of such young men. But this one…I don’t know. I just might have to go after this one.
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