Page 72 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
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Olympic Skiing
As the Russian girl, Oscar, and I walk down the hallway, trying not to bump into anything, Oscar asks her, “Yo, what’s Olympic skiing?”
“Don’t you like surprises?” she asks.
Oscar shrugs. “I guess.”
The girl leads us into a nearly pitch-black office. We can only see each other’s silhouettes.
The girl sits down on a couch, in the center, and she pats the seats on both sides of her.
Oscar immediately sits down on her right. Still disoriented, I take a seat on her left.
She puts each of her hands on top of my thigh and Oscar’s thigh. Both Oscar and I keep our eyes forward.
She asks, “Is this okay?”
Oscar says, “I consent!”
She twists her arms and runs her palms up our stomachs, over our chests, and she then glides her hands back down to our crotches. Her touch feels warm.
Oscar turns to the girl and holds one of his palms in front of one of her breasts. He looks her in the eyes. She nods in approval. He proceeds to feel her up, and she starts to rub his dick through his pants. She begins working on mine too.
“So,” the girl says, “Olympic skiing?”
“I don’t know what that is,” Oscar says.
“It’s a good time,” she says, as she rubs our balls.
Oscar looks like he’s on the verge of orgasm.
She asks,“Do you want Olympic skiing or not?”
He says, “Hell yeah!”
My mental fog gets thicker. What’s going on? What is this place? Why am I here?
The girl moves her hands up a bit, and she miraculously is able to unbuckle Oscar’s belt and my belt at the same time. Then, with one hand on each of us, she’s able to unbutton our jeans and zip them open. It’s almost like a choreographed dance.
Oscar shifts uncomfortably. “Yo, girl, that’s my bro over there, and this is seeming kinda gay.”
The girl reaches into Oscar’s underwear and tugs. He shudders and releases a breath. His eyes flutter closed.
“You are with Svetlana. There is no straight or not straight. There is no gay or not gay. There is only pleasure.”
Oscar leans his head back, his mouth open, his eyes shut tight. He says to me, his voice filled with concern, “You okay with this, bro? This is kind of gay, bro.”
I don’t manage to form any words.
Svetlana manipulates Oscar’s underwear down until his hard penis shoots out and up.
She says, “Oh, you’re a big boy.”
She is able to stroke him without any kind of lubrication because of his foreskin.
He keeps licking his lips and expelling quick breaths.
