Then I would make up stories about going to the movies or the local mall to my parents and I'd go see him and let him blow me, most of the time more t...an once. He'd show me whatever porn I wanted from his collection, straight, gay, name it. I really started liking the gangbangs and assfuck videos so he'd put those in for me and then suck me as I watched them. That started my porn addiction.Then at 15 I got another guy from school, high school at this point, to suck my cock and I got him to. He wasnot going to go back to being Jenny Keller. Not if he could help it.He was going to get in his car and get as far away as possible.As he walked, he began to feel bothered by an odd feeling. It took hima few steps to realize the odd feeling was the absence of a bouncing onhis chest. That made him panic, which made him run, which made thefeeling worse. He was hyperventilating as he reached his car, fumblingfor his keys."I'm not Jenny Keller, I'm not Jenny Keller, I am not Jenny Keller!". Before I can fit so much inside him, I would gag. It was disappointing. I wanted to cry. I felt a tear slipped down my cheek from gagging. I don’t want this to just feel good, I want it to be the best blowjob of his life, that’s why I didn’t want to compromise anything. I want him to be addicted to this, to me. “Aiden.” He called out all of sudden. “Hmmm?” I looked up at him, my mouth still full of his meaty cock. “Come sit on my face.” It was almost like a command. His voice was imposing, but. We would meetAreeya at the boat as she had to prepare it for sailing. Alex spent mostof the time before we had to leave choosing what she would wear. She musthave tried on at least ten different outfits, asking me each time what Ithought. Of course, every time I said I liked one it had to be changedfor another. My consolation was to watch her undress ten times and Imanaged to grab a few kisses amid lots of squealing about "we haven't gottime for that." In the end she went back to the first.