He never asked if I had a car, or how I’d gotten to the bar. I could feel his hard cock, pressing against the crack of my ass, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum in my crack. Gay sex I noticed a tattoo on his lower arm, which just made him that much more taboo for my sheltered existence. Not only did the router block the site, but Dad would get an email anytime something was suspicious in our web browsing history.So I played the part of obedient son, the good boy who was eager for the day when I could experience something more. I was home-schooled, and the only interaction I had with people my age was in the carefully quarantined world of church children and youth group. He controlled me, and debased me, and I fucking loved submitting to him.Once I’d cleaned him up, he reached down and lifted me up. While I still had to keep my desires hidden from other students, I had a little more alone time and freedom to explore. I’d never even considered asking about a condom, and he didn’t offer. “Sub boys answer their master when given a command.””I’m sorry Sir,” I replied.”Let’s try that again,” he said. My body shivered with the contact of
