His men loved him and would walk over molten lava for him.He had a good sense of humor. Something in me made me watch as he took aim, and his cockhead pressed against my asshole. Gay sex Not only did I have the big genes, many of my girls cooed at how I had the “big jeans.” Since my grade school years, my dick was always wet.As early as the fifth grade–I was what, 11?–Miss Merston loved “the big kid” in her class so much she kept me after school many times. I looked up at him, and he smiled. I pleased him; I did my duty.Then I learned something about a real blowjob. One thing that bugged me about the assignment: keeping an eye on Kowalski 24/7 meant a great crimp in my social life.I loved pussy. I rather liked it. To obey. I had to hug him, I had to do something in return for the ecstasy. It’s a creation of nature. “Yeah, ‘at’s right, Sarge, clean me off.”I should’ve been insulted, but hey, I had just sucked him off.
