Mr. He’d positioned me on my knees and was behind me, his face planted between my butt cheeks.My head turned towards the window, I moaned softly, my dick jerking upwards, every time his tongue slapped across my hole just the right way. Gay sex My toes wiggled and my dick stood straight up. But no one was there…To get in touch with the author, send them an email. I didn’t know it then but I was on the way to becoming a full fledged homosexual. Simpson could hold me like nobody and my teen desire ate it up like a hungry puppy. His finger slicked with spit, Mr. Simpson. In no time he was between my legs, licking from the bottom of my balls to the head of my leaking dick. I became insatiable, the few friends I had forgotten. He must be crazy, my mind screamed, but I said nothing as he stood up. Calling out for him, he was always happy to see me. Simpson’s new toy and he hadn’t steered me wrong yet, so every visit was an adventure. It was a late Sunday afternoon and we were in his bedroom. Panicked, I jerked up, my eyes bulged.
