It differs slightly from yours in a few key aspects." She looks at me with her big saphire blue eyes. "Oh, And what are these key aspects?" I stare in...o hers. "Well, The most crucial, And Probably most easily noticable, Is that cross-species reproduction is possible. As you can see I'm a living testament." She puts on a big smile. "Well, I probably still wouldn't have guessed it, Anything else?" I rub my burn, Noticing that it will probably leave a decent sized mark. "Well, The Darkstalkers. "I sat there frozen, in place. My mind was racing. I almost dropped my beer. I couldn’t believe this was happening.“ I wasn’t gay. Was he gay? He couldn’t be.” I told myself. “He was married, and has kids.”He placed his hand on my limp cock and began slowly tugging at it, as he did is own cock. His touch sent tingles through my balls and up my spine. His hand looked so big as it manipulated my suddenly hardened cock. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. He moved my hand up and down on. We liked each others company and always found some excuse to be with each other. We were frank in our talks too. We talked about everything and anything. And sometimes, our conversations got a little naughty, if you know what I mean. But neither of us seemed to mind it. The story begins on a Saturday night in February, 2009. It was 11 O’ clock and our parents were already in their room, sleeping. I just like every other Saturday night, me and Cynthia were in my room, watching a movie in my. There was a gas station there, where I knew that I could find a trucker eager to enjoy my growing arousal that night…I reached there, finding that the parking lot lights were out of order. I could see some men passing slowly, watching out who was sitting inside the cars.I saw some guys stroking their cocks right there in their front seats, trying to attract someone over. Then I realized that mostly of those men were gay…I walked steadily into the men’s room where most of the action tended to.