I live in a nice townhouse in Brockton’s affluent West Side. Not far from the local high school. The public library carries my books. Men and women ...rom all over the place have read my works. I have fan clubs online. I’m also a well-known community activist whose humanitarian works focus on Men’s Issues such as Male Victims of Domestic Abuse, Gay and Bisexual Rights, Urban Life and so on. By all means, I’m an accomplished individual. Not bragging, just the truth. A while ago, I walked into a. He didn't remember doing that.He felt Andre slowly push deep. He sensed when Andre was in all the way. Ronnie still felt only slight pain but was very curious about the pressure he was feeling. He never experienced anything like it before, ever. As Andre began pumping in and out Ronnie could feel his hole stretching, opening up to the big cock. Ronnie kept thinking, "I getting fucked like a girl!" He felt his hole opening more and suddenly felt a wave of pleasurable energy emanating from his. SHIT! What have I done!? So, two days go by, no answer. Then three. Then five. By this time, I’m convinced that she’s on to me, and had decided she doesn’t want to have anything to do to me. And then: Hey! Sorry I didn’t reply right away, I was in Italy with my girlfriend. Pick me up at home, Friday about 8. Girlfriend? Italy? Did I miss something? Surely I would have remembered her telling me something like that. Oh, well, perhaps it was not meant to be, but we’ll see what happens. So, Friday. I said "Sorry, I didn't know you were in here." and started to leave. He glanced at the bulge growing under my towel and asked "Do you like my cock?" I told him his cock was nice, sorry to interupt. He asked me if I wanted to join him. I thought for a moment as I watched him stroking slowly on his hard 9" cock. It sounded interesting and my cock grew harded and pushed against the towel. I said " I don't if that's such a good idea." He said "It looks to me like you might like it judging by the.