I tried to stay up on my very tiptoes but my efforts were futile as he firmly maneuvered my hips into the proper position and pulled them down. When ...he tip just entered my well-lubed asshole, I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure and submission. Satisfied that it was properly aligned, he went to the winch and lowered the bar an inch or so. Now I had to stay on tiptoe and hold myself up by my arms or accept more of the dildo. Instinctively I tried to resist but gradually I weakened and the. " Holy Shit, Kyle! That's not what I meant, and you know it!" I yelled, dumbfounded that he would actually have the gall to ask such a thing."Fine," he muttered, and rose from the table with his dishes. I watched in stunned silence as he rinsed off his plate, set it in the dishwasher, and started towards his room. I shouted to him before he made the hallway, "Kyle, I can't believe you just asked me that. There's just no way I can do it."He waived his hand towards me dismissively and stated,. ‘Nasty. Not something I wanna think about before we eat.’ ‘What, you don’t want another sibling?’ ‘I just don’t wanna think of my parents having sex, you disgusting fuck.’ Normally, it would have been left at that, but I trained Tyler well. He stuck out his hand. ‘Guess we haven’t met, I’m Ronny Tyler.’ We all laughed. Nick would learn eventually, if Tyler stuck around Ryan’s family. We went inside and were seated at a large table. We ordered drinks and talked until the waitress came back to. He was thin too, and he wore boxers…this I could tell because of how they rode up and his pants sagged down. He was a white 15 year old and had dark hair, brown eyes, and was about 5’8”. I was also aware he had been bullied once or twice on the bus for having a small package. In fact, the other kids used to say he had a “sack of dimes” which I later found out meant a really small package. That sunny day in July, Jack had finished his chores up in the front yard of the farmhouse, the old man.