‘Lovely,’ you say. I smile, pick up your drink, and take you by the hand. I lead you over to a large chair that’s upholstered with a soft, luxu...ious feeling fabric. You sit in the chair, and I hand you the scotch and lean down to kiss you. I take a small pillow from another chair, and place it on the floor in front of you. I kneel down before you, as you take a sip from your drink and raise an eyebrow at me with a bemused smile on your face. My excitement about the naughty thing I’m about to. "On my thirteenth birthday, after the visits from family and the family party were over, my parents took me up to their bedroom and sat me down on the bed. After much hugging and kissing, my parents explained that it was now time for me to join the adults and become sexually active in the family. I nodded and whispered that I had thought of nothing else for the last year, and how eager I was to learn. My parents smiled and began to slowly undress themselves and then me. As each new area was. George found himself shoving back, trying to keep the horse-cock in just one second longer, and enjoying the feeling of his balls sliding across the bears. He shook his head. This was impossible!But his body was betraying him. Pleasure was pleasure, and whether he was thrusting, or being thrust into, the lust was the same. In fact, the combination of someone panting in his ear, one paw stroking his penis, the other roving over his body, combined with that gigantic cock massaging his prostrate,. Was I permeating pheromones or something? I decided to pack up my books and follow Yosep. When we got into his room, I noticed that he had a lot of posters of bodybuilders on the walls. “So you want to be a bodybuilder?” I asked “Well that, and it’s a good way to have hot men around without friends bothering me about being a fag, I mean liking dudes, sorry” “Well I have to admit, it’s a good cover” “Yeah, so you want a soda or something?” Yosep asked “Yeah sure” So we sat in his room.