I was very proud of the size of my erection. It looked impressive to me and I fantasised about being a male stripper and showing it off to girls. I ...anted to be naked and erect for ever and to spurt fountains of cum without touching myself and to be admired by girls for being beautiful and hard and big and spectacularly fertile. It was a strange narcissistic, extroverted, exhibitionist fantasy for a teenage boy who was otherwise painfully shy and introverted. Mum and Tabatha’s bedrooms were. What was I doing? I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure how to play this game, much less what I wanted to achieve. I was suddenly glad for the table between us."No, I suppose not," I answered meekly.She paused, and her sly smile faded. She eyed me critically. "You know, you can't really be my master. It isn’t something you can just do part-time, every few weeks."Oddly enough, the statement relieved me. We really were just playing. I didn't need to be in complete control. I managed to force a smile. ‘On the phone,’ he prompted her to respond. ‘It was Gary. I saw him outside when we came in. I figured he’d wait until tomorrow to call, if he didn’t follow us up the stairs. I guess I was wrong.’ ‘You saw him?’ ‘He was in a car with the motor running.’ ‘Is that why you carried me in? For his benefit?’ ‘No,’ he said as he moved closer to her. ‘I did that for me. So, what did you tell him?’ ‘I told him what I told him before I went to dinner.’ ‘Which was?’ ‘I don’t want to see him anymore. I. Stan wanted to take me home but Megan and I came together in my car,so he asked if he could come over the next day. Of course I said yes.By the time I got home I was so excited about having a guy want to seeme. In the morning I wore my cutoff jeans and a tee when I told mom allabout the dance, and of course, Stan. I know that I sounded like anovereager teenage girl but I could not help it."He's coming over today mom! You can meet him then and I just know thatyou'll like him."I must have.