He wasn’t just taking my cock. Gay sex I handed him the cigar. It’s complicated, wanting to be someone and wanting someone at the same time. Like my dad used to be. “Nothing tastes better than cum smoke.”He took a long drag, exhaled with a satisfied smirk.“Thank you, Sir.”I crouched next to him, hand on his back. Lead. I let him find rhythm, then took it away. But it’s hard. More training.”And with that, I packed the pistol away.The boy stood taller now.And I knew—he was only just beginning to understand what it really meant to be a man.You could see the confidence building in the boy as we pushed on. Owned the space. No breakfast. “Can I?”I smirked. He was out cold.The Next MorningThe day started the same as the one before. His breath hitched, his need radiating off him in waves.“Are you ready for that responsibility, boy?” I asked.“Yes, Sir. He was out cold.The Next MorningThe day started the same as the one before. That twitch between shame and pride. It’s complicated, wanting to be someone and wanting someone at the same time.
