Hisheart was literally in his throat as he approached his bedroom door.Then, he froze stiff as he heard his mother climbing the stairs."S-Sorry mom, I...was in the bathroom!" he bellowed down the corridor.His mother only replied with her rapidly approaching presence. She wasobviously very angry with him. He acted fast and broke into an agilesprint towards his room. Within a second he slammed his door behind himand dived for the bed. He pulled the blankets over his entire body up asfar as his neck. Maine apni speed badha di aur ek boobs ko zor se dabane raha tha aur dusre mein nipples ko chaat raha tha. Woh boli, “Ab tadpao nahi Sameer apna lund daalo.”Main saara maza lena chahta tha. Main uski navel par gaya aur saara honey chaata. Uski puri body hi maal thi maine usse palta aur uski gaand par thappad maari. Woh boli, “Aur maar madharchod. Waah kya marta hai. Gaand ko maar maar kar laal kar de.”Usne mera sar pakad kar mere gaand mein ghusa di aur boli, “Jo kar sakte ho karo, Sameer.. .Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. After all that bullshit, I decided to look into getting some help. My family therapist was always a. I feel one finger, gently probe my canal, and make a gentle thrusting movement in and out, soon to be two fingers, as he prepares me for his entrance. Three fingers, and my deep, inner muscles clamp down on his hand. "Oh, God, George, I need you in me NOW!" my plea is urgent. He takes his cock, a nice size, about eight inches now, fully erect, and positions it at the entry to my canal. A gentle, steady, forward motion, and he glides into me. I am warm, wet and wanting. He stills.