Still, daddy just sat there staring at me. I did not know what to do. I could not move. It was like I was frozen in time. I was naked, embarrassed, an... in total sexual discomfort. I just wanted to finish myself off. My tiny nipples were hard under my palms as I covered my 32A's from my daddy's eyesight. I could feel the pulse of the rushing blood in them as they stood erect against my moist hands. I pressed into my chest slightly, trying to conceal it from daddy, just so I could keep the. Then of course the playoffs eight more games if you go all the way. She wouldn't go all the way through this season and steal his son's glory- not going to happen.He had suffered more than a thousand insults because of her, often veiled as compliments. "Your boy did really well this year, no shame in coming in second to Alex." Then there was the, "If it weren't for Alex your boy would have won all the trophy's." He knew what they meant you boy can't even compete with a girl. Well, that shit is. There were stairs in front of the bathroom. From those small holes I could see teachers and students coming and going up to their classes. Whenever there was a girl or a woman teacher moving on the stairs I would see their body especially their butt which would bounce as they would go up the stairs and stare at their front portion of their body when they go downstairs. If any good looking teacher with a saree stood near the bathroom or stand from where I could see them, I would masturbate my. “Sounds like you prefer being the submissive gay bottom. If you’re really submissive, you could even try being a sissy faggot.”“What’s a sissy?” Ben asked. “A very feminine homosexual.” Bruce answered. “A man who likes to feel like a girl. Some go all out with wigs, makeup, a dress... but others just wear pretty panties full-time.”“Interesting.”“Does that sound fun?” Bruce asked the boy. “Wearing cute little girl panties? Being called a fairy princess while getting pounded in the ass?”“That.