“Komm, Sohn. Sie werden Ihren Tod der Kälte hier draussen zu fangen. Wir müssen Sie etwas trocken bringen—Come, son. You’ll catch your death o... cold out here. We need to get you somewhere dry.”There was nothing to be helped. He had to be saved from himself. A street urchin out here this time of night, intoxicated, would be taken to a prison if the police happened on him. He was much too beautiful to be in a prison with men; they would share him around and the wardens wouldn’t give a toss if. Do you think I am pretty? Yes I whispered. It feels good when you touch it me there She took her tiny hand and wrapped it around my dick and began softly squeezing my hard dick through the material of my shorts.Like this? She said as she squeezed. Yes I whispered. I could feel her pubic bone pressing against my leg and noticed that she was really hot down there compared to the rest of her body. I knew that the others were looking for us. I could hear them laughing and checking under the bed.. Then Gregory exploded, splashing his juice deep inside her ass making Alisha to spill her biggest and most explosive juice. They thumped onto the bed exhausted panting with each trying to catch their breath.When they regained themselves, Gregory went to the bathroom to clean up. He thought of what had happened between him and Alisha. He thought of Margery and how much he loved her. He knew soon he would have some explaining to do if she ever found out what he did. Alisha was up and had put on. I was wrong.I stepped up from my barstool and headed to the john to take a last piss before I walked down the block to my small apartment to retire for the night. My head was foggy from the booze, but I was able to walk alright, I wasn’t dizzy or anything. I made my way to the bathroom and entered, walking twords the line up of urinals on the wall. As I stood before the urinal and fumbled with my jeans, I heard the door swing open and footsteps enter the john.I turned my head and saw a.