I’m no homo! “I had such a crush on you... and you… you treated me like shit…” I felt water droplets land on my shoulder. I titled my head b...ck as far as I could to get a glance at her. She was crying. No… He… He’s a dude. He wiped the tears away. “Now it’s my turn to treat you like shit! You’re going to be my slave from now on.” She pulled back and slammed her cock in me. Fuck! The more she fucked me, the less it hurt. It was actually starting to feel good. No! There is no way I’m enjoying. I make sure my door is closed, undress, and walk into my bathroom, turning on the shower and looking at my naked body in the mirror. Ive never thought I was movie-star attractive, despite what your mother said, but I know I was gifted with some nice equiptment. Six inches of thick Portugese American sausage, a bit longer when Im this hard. I reach down and stroke my dick, closing my eyes and thinking about the moaning sounds you made. Soon enough, Im making quiet sounds of my own. But then I. I was thrilled and scared and embarrassed all at once. I felt something I’d never felt before. It was an itch, but not quite. It was a tickle, but not quite. It was a poke, and then a swirl around and then a press, and then the same all over again…for almost a full minute. I breathed hard and Gwen pushed her tongue into my ear, making loud licking sounds and a really loud sucking noise. She kept repeating her hand movements on my privates and then sat up far enough to both see me and allow me. If I bought one ofthose magazines and they knew I was getting it for you, I could get intotrouble." I shouldn't have said anything then," said Kelly."You are interested in those magazines then?" asked Mary."Yes. Those for lesbians," she replied."I'd ask your parents first," said Mary."You don't need those magazines. There isn't a lot in them," said Lindaa few minutes later."How would you know?" asked Kelly."Well," said Linda, now wishing she hadn't mentioned it. "I found one inmy dad's.