Toexist for no other reason than to please men.Kalya knew that behind the many cameras filming her every move weredozens of her Boner Boys. The images...of their large, throbbing, untouchedcocks were on display on every monitor in the house. The sound of theirvoices, chanting together, filled the house with their exquisite music."My big boner throbs for sissy faggots. Only sissy faggots can touch mybig boner. My big boner pumps creamy goo on command. I cannot control mybig boner. Only sissy. "He shook his head. "I pushed, boy. You didn't push back, but that's something that takes experience. You came today; that takes commitment. Eleanor said you had that. I just like to be sure."I shook my head. "I'm not sure of anything."He shrugged. "Some nights, it's a piece of cake. Nice weather, no one's screwed up. We have a few conversations, and come back. Nothing to it. Other nights; well, it can be hell. It seems to run in cycles, even after nearly ten years out there, I can't tell what. Amy collapsed down as I released her, gasping hard for breath. I pushed myself up off the bed. Amy stared up at me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. I reached down, running my hand down her one long slender leg. Sliding my fingers along her soft skin, up her thigh. I brushed my fingers over her ass, slowly cupping them around it. Feeling the flesh of her buttocks, squeezing it firmly. God I love her ass, had loved it for years. I would watch her, staring at her ass. The shape, in. " She smiled and was sweet as can be, as she always was in public, which is how she gets away with owning me. She took my arm and walked me home. For a moment I was allowed to imagine she was my girlfriend, but really she just liked toying with my emotions to get what she wanted."Hey Miki, how's your mother?" my mom said as we entered my house. Then the two of them got gossiping about the neighborhood and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I didn't really need to go, but the last.