..so I hope you all enjoy!)It was a rainy, miserably dreary day in Grenville. It was also a Monday, so perhaps nature was just expressing its dislike ...or Mondays too. Grenville High was crowded with kids, as usual, loitering in the halls or starting to wander off to their classes. When the five minute bell rang, they all began to move at last. Yet, running late, one boy slipped in the front doors of the school muttering a few choice words to himself when he heard a familiar voice call out to. As she exposed my pale, shrivelled, pathetic excuse for a penis and testicles to the other students, who already had their phone cameras at the ready, everyone saw the stream of urine that was still flowing out from my tight little foreskin, I was unable to stop it in time. "Oh my god, you little piss baby, I wasn't actually serious when I told you to wet yourself! I guess on top of having a tiny penis you've got a little baby bladder as well!" she spat out at me with great amusement. I was now. From the movements of your mouth, I know your tongue is working on his prick, the way it had with mine earlier. I imagine the tip of it running round that bulbous cock-head, pressing into the slit. I can almost feel your teeth lightly scraping his shaft as you push your mouth further onto him, the smooth, purple head sliding against the roof of your mouth. Then, quite suddenly, you take your mouth off him and turn him around, pushing him backwards onto the bed with an urgency that I know comes. I didn't buy him. I used blackmail instead. It transpired that he lived two lives. He was a Jekyll-Hyde character. To the world at large, he was a happy family man, but secretly he was a pervert. He liked teenaged boys of sixteen to eighteen to be exact. He loved to stretch their butts and then turn round so that he could get his share of being stretched. He positively loved being pounded in the rear while he was strapped face down, a thick cushion under his belly, over one of those long wooden.