And as soon as I could get my hands on that material, I got my hands on myself. My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without ex...eption, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be alone, and anyplace, public or private; I would play with my developing body. It was only a matter of time before something happened, I see that now, but at the time my desires were too powerful and my young body- too demanding. It was a cool day in early march, the little league season. Theleggings were crimson nylon. The silver and white dupatta was over one ofhis shoulders. His thick hair was parted elegantly in the middle and I hadpulled back the sides to gather it at the back with a longish brown jawclip. I had given him to wear my clip-on jhumkas for his ears and a pairof silver bangles on each wrist. I had made up face up elaborately.Primer, concealer and blush set my palette. His lips were done in a darkerhue of pink and he woke dark liner. As he stood with his hands. Next day was a Sunday. My wife got me up early in the morning asking to get the pest control done. She went for her Yoga session telling me to have my breakfast. I was thinking from where and how to start the pest control work. Suddenly I heard a loud screaming of my MIL. I rushed to her room she was not there. I heard second screaming, this time more loudly. It was coming from bathroom. I rushed to bathroom and I asked mummy what happened? Why are you screaming? Is everything alright?” In. He started to slowly massage my cock through my pants and I felt my cock jerk. My thoughts shifted to disbelief. This cannot be happening. I’m not gay, why am I letting this happen? Why don’t I just stop and order him out? Then I heard him say, “After the next intersection there is an abandon building you can pull around behind and we can be out of sight.” Without hesitation I turned and drove behind the building and stopped. All the while he kept massaging my hard cock and it felt so good I.