He was looking like a young boy,except that he had some very un-boylike curves on his rear and breasts.He also was losing hair - it was almost gone fr...m his arms and legs, andhe no longer needed to shave more than twice a week or so. Fortunately,he wasn't losing any hair on his scalp -- he hated the bald man look.Partly out of relief, he continued to let his hair grow long, and itsoon nearly touched his shoulders.At the gym, James seemed to be getting more attention. He realized thatsome of. " You don't have to tell me," He leers at me, "much as I would love to hear it." We're next to the goal post an' before I know he's gonna do it, he braces his hand and pins me with a full on open mouth kiss.It wouldn't be so fuckin' embarrassin' if I hadn't pulled the same fuckin' stunt on I don't know how many girls.It's not like kissing a girl. It's harder. Firmer. More like we're fighting with lips and tongue. I grab his head, tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him still. After a couple. He holds me by my ears and I reach back and grab him by his beautiful ass while he proceeds to ravage my hungry mouth. I can not get it all down, but I can feel his mushroom head pounding on my palate and the feeling of being filled is indescribable. In this tilted position, his balls are slapping my nose and tears of joy are streaming out of my eyes.This went on for several minutes. All the time Rick hasn't touched me, but my dick has been rock hard since the dance floor. I know I want a cock. Then Sven pounced.His mouth engulfed my right nub. He sucked on it so hard. His cheeks hollowed. His tongue fluttered around the bud. Each caress sent jolts down to my pussy. My thighs rubbed together, my clit aching and throbbing, my juices flowing. He pinched and rolled my other nipple, stimulating it.“Gods, yes,” I moaned. My eyes fluttered. “Pater’s cock.”His eyes flicked up at me. His mouth popped off my nub. “Stimulating lesson?”“Oh, yes, it’s just illuminating,” I moaned. “Ooh, keep.