It’s not unusual here in England for boys to have crushes on boys. It’s not unusual for boys to play at sex, either. I could show you things. A...d I’d never tell.”“Well, if I ever fancied a boy, it would be you, you can be sure,” I said, sliding my hands up under his jersey, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. I could see his chest then, and him above me on his arms, looking at me with a look of both whimsy and joy. His skin was clear and honeyed, not freckled or pink. I. As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked well to stop it digging into me, or breaking my ankles when I fell off the ladder. My body swayed still from the tumble off the ladder and I remembered the vibrating egg controller. As I craned my neck around looking at the floor, trying to see where it had &hellip, Holy. Fuck. Damnit. Another orgasm. This one more powerful. In and out he roughly shoves. No mercy for the throat I know will be very sore come morning. He loves how this is my?favourite?position.?He lifts out of my mouth and flips me over like I weigh nothing out all. In one swift?movement?he has?accessorized?himself with a condom from some unseen hidden stash. As he slaps my face again and again he forces it against the carpet. He physically bends my knees and enters me from behind. The lack of lube does not bother me but usually I wet him with a. "You do not love it?" No please."He takes my cock back in his mouth but continues to caress my buttocks,letting his finger slide against my rosebud but not trying to penetrateme. I had never been so aroused. He moans and I feel he will cum soon.I also have trouble holding back. He has me lower and licks my rosebud.His saliva flows onto my balls that he is caressing and I do not have anycontrol on what he is doing to me. Slowly he lets a finger penetrate myrosebud and I do not move. He gets.