You can go through my previous story to get a better flow of the events.Again the queen of my story is my Hindi teacher Shalini. We had many sessions ...fter the previous one at her home and other places. This is one of them. This is my real-life experience and let’s get started with the story.So, it took place at the time of January around the time of my 12th boards, I got a viral fever and had to miss a lot of my classes. I was 18 at the time. I was hospitalized for 10-15 days and lost a lot of. I glanced down at his pants and saw that he was in a similar state and that made me very happy.We drove to a quiet café I knew and we both ordered a latte. I prayed that we wouldn't run into anyone I knew. We sat in a dark corner and quietly sipped our drinks as we caught up on what happened over the week. He told me how surprised he was to get the flowers, then with each day another gift. He was smiling brightly and his face was aglow. He was so stinking cute I wanted to kiss him right then. " Oh!" was the only thing Julia could manage to say. She visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise and astonishment as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully from my cock, arcing upwards and streaking across my body, reaching up to the top of my bare chest, followed in quick succession by at least another two or three powerful spurts landing across my lower chest, and over my stomach and the face cloth. She continued rubbing and stroking me through my orgasm, not slowing down her pace. " Maybe it was because... deep down inside him, some part of his hidden self wanted to know what sex was like for the receiver, what it felt like to be penetrated, to be fill up, to be fucked.The next day Al left work early. He told his supervisor that he was feeling a bit under the weather. But he didn't go home. He drove around aimlessly for about an hour, then parked in back of a bar. A gay bar. He told himself he had to at least find out about it. Get it out of his system. Not necessarily.