Brandon was one of those straight b*o types who seemed to always blare his crappy music when I was studying. He was also kinda cute, and I loved looki...g at him in his boxers as he climbed out of bed each morning. I never saw Brandon without his boxers, but I sometimes jerked myself to sl**p, imagining his cock carelessly slipping through the unbuttoned fly as he pulled aside his sheets. Peering at Brandon’s bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would reach for my crotch. Slowly,. After a few more minutes I felt his first spurt on my tongue. He tasty really good and 4 spurts later he was pulling back. He left me with a mouthful. A few minutes went by before someone else dropped in. Before he even closed the door he stuck a finger in the hole. When I just sat there he left. I was there to suck cock not get sucked. A few more minutes went by and then someone entered the booth. This guy obviously just got off work. He was dressed in nice slacks and shirt. He immediately. ?Prove you?re a fucking man, not a black pussy boy!? ?I?m not a pussy boy, sir.? Notme.?? And he leaned over, grabbed thewhore?s tits, and rammed into her shit-chute.?The guys and I stood round to give him encouragement.? I particularly wanted him to enjoy himselfbecause he sure as hell would not enjoy what was coming next.? We spat on the whore and urged him on. ?Well nigga, what do you think of this youngwhore?? What?s your considered opinion ofthis young cunt with her ruined tits and her. I tried to look like I was meditating. Usually, those who seemed to be meditating were left alone.I had no desire to be sociable to a group of people who unquestionably followed my (I mentally spat here.) so called father.Jacob took part in the service in a sort of detached observational way. It was more like this was a scientific research project than a spiritual experience for him.Ten minutes later I found myself wishing I were acting the same way.That was when the Elder French took the.