I asked how their sex life was, and if they engaged in anything kinky. She said that she regularly rims him during a blow job, once in a while she wil... play with his ass with her finger and once when he was really drunk she used her vibrator on his ass. But the next day he acted like nothing happened and never brought it up again. I asked if they ever cum swapped before. She said no, but that she had kissed him he came in her mouth a few times, but never anything like that. I agreed to her. His chest hair scratched my nipples. My buds were super tight and sensitive, and every touch sent an electric jolt through me. I think I closed my eyes and gave one silent scream after another.Eventually he bathed my insides with his come. We drifted down in each other's arms, breathing hard, our hearts racing. Our skin was slick with sweat and our hair was plastered across our faces. Every bit of yearning and longing was worked out of me. I wasn't so much tired as I was relaxed. Three nearly. This time I stepped back, and stayed near my door. I waited to see if the light would go off again, or whether the argument would continue on. Much to my dismay, neither took place, and as I reached the end of my second cigarette, my cover story had literally gone up in smoke.I glanced over at the window one last time, hoping for something to stop me from going in, and that was when I noticed the crack between the blind, and the edge of the window. There was enough light to make me think I. Louis, Tom. I’m from the Manhattan Borough of New York City. The Lower East Side of Manhattan to be more exact. The baddest place in America, if you’re a young lad born there, then orphaned at age twelve.“Don’t get me wrong, I had choices and I made the easiest one for me. At the time, I thought it was the only one. I made my living on the streets after my father and mother died within a year of each other. Mother died of pneumonia less than a year of my father being killed on our front stoop.