A moan escaped his lips as he played with his foreskin, his fingers delicately curled around his sex. It had been only three months since he had turne... twenty-three but he still was the only one that had ever shared this bed. Or any bed.Yeah, he was a virgin to much of his own chagrin.The alarm on his phone started to go off - that obnoxious Marimba music that always seemed to wake him up. "Give me another minute," he groaned, curling up into a ball as the phone continued to ring; he only. That’s when I heard the knocking against my bedroom wall. I was eleven, going on twenty-one, when I grew brave enough to find out just what that knockin was about. Don’t get me wrong. I’d seen plenty of a****ls going at it by then to know what the noise was. I’d just never seen humans do it before. They didn’t teach things like that at the school thirty miles away, least not on the days I was there. My parents had the bedroom at the other end of the three bedroom house, but it shared a wall. Sitting on hard ground made me notice that I had grown quite a bit behind as well. Now I REALLY needed to see myself in a mirror, but I had to get rid of the heels before I continued my journey which usually took me less than ten seconds. I grasped the heel of the inferno shoe with my perfectly made up hand and the platform with my other. Despite the pulling, the heels’ straps seem to be tightly bound onto my foot. I would probably have to cut them off or something. I decided to crawl on all. Usui hears it and moves the shield sharply to the side, glancing the sword away.)Usui: A trick? What did you think, Saitou? This shield is a Timbeh. The curve of the turtle's shell disposes of the enemy's weapon--(thrusting the shield in Saitou's face)--and seals off his field of vision. And its partner, the hand spear Rouchin--stabs! (He drives the spear into Saitou's thigh. Saitou drops back a few paces.) This is one of the arts of the royal family in my homeland, Ryuukyuu. A fighting art.