It hurts to rub it, scratching it is totally out of the question, I'm sure soaking it in the bath would ease the burning but it would sting more. And ...ou've got it covered up with this stupid box, so there's nothing I could do to it anyway. The inside feels more bruised, like when someone punches you on the arm. It's kind of there all the time but I don't notice it until I think about it." OK. I think we probably just used some muscles for a different purpose inside. Your body's not used to. Your eyes are open, you smile. We kiss. Lightly at first. That hand of mine, little or no control. It’s up and down your chest. Brushing both nipples lightly. You got hard as quickly as you woke didn’t you? Let me pull back the sheet. I want to see you, not just the tent that your cock is making. There. Oh you are so beautiful my love. Let it stand right up there. I’ll be along shortly. I’m on my knees so I can take you all in. Here, put your hand behind your head. Lift your hips, I’ll. I took one last peek at it as the bus pulled up outside my house. Quickly I ran to the door, without stopping I rushed in, slamming the door behind me and running upstairs. I made my way to my room with the tape in my hand, I wanted to watch it now but it would be too risky with my mom somewhere in the house. Shutting my door behind me, I sat on the bed, still admiring the tape. It was as if I had the Holy Grail in my hands and I just couldn’t turn away.“James?!” mom called as she knocked on my. This had the makings of a good night I thought to myself. Our first mission was to hit the open bar. My friend and her girlfriend grab enough mixed drinks for a group of ten, for me I stick to water. We began to hang, drink, and dance. We would step out for a smoke, talking and laughing. Back inside, the sea of people became an ocean. I was okay with that because that meant we were forced to be closer. The more she drank the more handsie she was getting. I lend in to tell she something. The.