I’ll do what I’m told. He pumps my ass confidently now, not concerned with what I think. I’m fully engaged, murmuring, “Oh, ahh, fuck me, Wayne, harder…” His crotch slams against my buttocks, he gasps, then smacks my ass and slaps the back of my head, grunting, “Don’t let your pussy hang. Gay sex then the pleasure starts in my ass; that’s what I concentrate on. I scream, “Stop it! I’ve got to meet Candy in ten minutes. The water is warm enough, so I get under the flow and scrub, scrub, scrub away all evidence of me taking it up the ass ten minutes ago. Then, for me, there’s only the forbidden sexual pleasure, always the wave after wave of luscious sexual pleasure. Get dressed!” I changed my tune. His hands grip my waist with enough authority to let me know I’m not going anywhere. He’s twenty years old, and I’m eighteen, like most high school graduates. I say, “You were too rough! You better stop when I say stop!” I stop, my dick quivering in my boxer shorts. Resigned but secretly excited, I walked beside him, his arm across my shoulders. Wayne asked, “You bought the rubbers I told you to get, right?””They’re condoms, not rubbers. SMACK!” sounds that ring off the tile walls in
