Time passed and it was getting dark, it was already evening and I thought, it already has become pretty late. I went into my apartment, had left the ...oor open because of the warm summer night. Thought, in such an idyllic town with so few crimes will happen to me anyway. I went into the kitchen and gave me something to eat. I heard faint sounds and thought to myself. I make love to the door. What I did not know that my torturers had long been in my apartment. I went into the kitchen and have. She moaned into my mouth, almost laughing, and then pushed me back, looking me deep in the eye. “Fuck me,” she said. I smiled nervously as I looked down at her, smooth skin glowing pale in the moonlight, and tried to still my shaking hands. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through my swollen cock. Was this really happening? I stroked my hands down her body, enjoying the soft swell of her breasts against my palms and the way she moved as I touched them. Further down, over her tight stomach,. Jerome was slowing his poundings into me making long full strong thrusts , each one jiggling y entire body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him expand and thicken in me as he shot his load deep inside my ravaged pussy. He slumped down on top of me, with his dick in me. It was fucking mind blowing.That’s when the door opened.Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the only one who had the key to open it from the outside was the general. "The guys at school think you're a fag." No they don't," I giggled."Some of them do." Like you?" I looked at his reflection in my dresser mirror."It's embarrassing," Mike said and he was almost seventeen, being about eighteen months older than me."Take it up with mom and dad," I shrugged. "They're not embarrassed." Well..." Maybe it's just a personal problem," I told him with a smile. "In your head." Shut-up." He scowled at me."What do you think?" I asked, picking up my underwear and turning.