I know it can be tough. You have girl problems, I’m guessing.”Johnny laughed. “Don’t I wish!” “You’re a handsome kid, but everyone has ...roblems with the opposite sex.” He shook his head. “Opposite sex? Don’t I wish.” I was puzzled by his response. “Same sex? You’re kidding. I don’t believe it. Did some fag hit on you?”“I don’t want to talk about it.”“Well if that’s what happened, don’t let it bother you. Take it as a complement.”“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”“That’s not it, is. I could feel the soft ridges of his cock head and the pulsating veins as his smooth cock glided along my tongue. The briny taste of his precum tickled my taste buds as I lost myself in the erotic sensation of his hard throbbing meat filling my mouth.He held my head tight and pressed his hips forward forcing his big cock down my throat. I opened my throat and fought my gag reflex as I deep throated his manhood."You like it don't you sissyboi," Julie asked as she untied my hands and positioned me. They entered through the wicket gate in the huge old doors, she clicked on the lights, just three single bulbs, each hung from the centre three beams, rats scuttled into the hay disturbed at this unusual hour, the distinct smell of the hay brought memories from his past tumbling into his mind.Ellie, switched out the end lights just leaving the centre lit above the old chain lift, she lowered the hook the noise echoing round the big old building, as she pulled the chain rattling in the pully,. "It wasn't a paradigm shift in her thinking or anything like that, but it was a small change, much like a tiny pebble rolling to a new position on a downhill slope. The first result of that shift was that she was more convinced than ever that the TWO of them should grade those papers."Seven O'clock tonight?" she asked. "Your house?" OK," sighed Bob. It was the first time all week he'd felt hopeful about anything, even if he didn't think about it that way.When a pebble shifts, it acts on other.