“Ah, a little cougar cub. Let’s see if this cub can grow up.” He added his other two fingers. I was in a little pain as my hole was getting more open. I purred louder and more baritone than tenor. “Yes, this cat is getting older. Now if it’ll only growl.” I started to, but he took out all of his fingers. You, boy, know why you’re here. So wanna come to my place?”I responded, “Yes,” and noticed one of his eyebrows raised. “Sir” I finished. “Good, boy. Gay sex I stood with the beer, because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. He walked in from the bedroom with a black jock strap. “Put this on. “Your head isn’t a rattle. I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Do you understand these rules?”“Yes…” I quickly corrected it. The next week, I drove by the arcade hoping he was there. My throat had healed, but I had gotten used to the soreness, and wondering if I can get it back. I had been to the arcade several times after meeting him, but none had that Black shimmering skin, that construction worker body and that massive dick that deserves everyone’s worship.
