I cleared my throat and used the movement to mask grabbing and cupping my erection with my left hand. My cock was so sensitive, so demanding and I bar...ly had to touch it to give intense sparks of pleasure. Amber’s mouth… sucking.“Not really. There was blood and the school insisted that he go to hospital. She got suspended.”“Oh. Sorry.” The guilty pleasure was building. I was masturbating now, rolling my cock against my belly, pinching the tip with my thumb – the timing of each little crush. I felt like I was on top of the world after that song. I looked back at Joe, swiping my fingers across my right eye, like I was wiping away my tears.He nodded and started playing an old song written years ago by Fred Rose. This is one of Mom’s favorites and when we started, I wished she could hear me sing it with this sound system - Joe backing me up, and Larieta making that piano sound so sad.Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain ©1945 Fred RoseIn the twilight glow I see herBlue eyes cryin’ in the. In a flurry of chaotic movements we explode inside each other. You let go of my hands from above your head. I drop onto you. Our chests are still bounding up and down struggling to draw in enough air. I roll to your side, my head falls next to yours. I want to whisper to you how incredible that was, how incredible you are, but all my breath had escaped me. The only sense that hasn’t let me down is smell, this time it is the scent of your hair that fills my nose, it isn’t the smell of shampoo or. I...” he was almost trembling with anxiety now and I figured I’d better help him along before he became a total nervous wreck.“Didn’t you wonder what I’d look like in this?” I asked as I held the sexy garment by the shoulder straps and let the full shape of it dangle before him.“Yes ... yes I did,” he said softly.“That’s good. That’s better, Martin. Remember, you need to totally honest with me. If not, I can take you home right now. Do you understand?” I asked him a little more firmly, but not.