Although there was one boy, a boy older than Lost-boy prime, who was the most handsome and sexy boy at the school, a boy who’s image was used in sev...ral of the masturbation fantasies I had programed as memories, the one boy of whom there were memories of longing and deep desire and in those memories that boy only ever referred to Lost-boy as one of two things. It was either a quick, chopped, “Faggot!” or a softly hissed, “Fucking girl!” Those were the two words that stung the worse. I could. My stare is intense and full of longing. You know your going to have me today, but you want to keep playing the game. You ask is there anything else I want you to do to yourself. In a soft awed filled voice I say I want to see you stroke between your breasts down your stomach and up again. You do so and I continue to describe what I want.Use your finger tips, or just the tips of your nails to trace around your breast and along your collar bone. Move back down to trace around your nipple then. Oh, right, it was Alex’s brain, so straight sex memories might not work that well. What else did he have? No, he wasn’t going to watch gay porn. As already mentioned, he wasn’t ready to watch gay porn with the intention of getting hard, and that was final.Aron. He was in Alex’s body, so he needed to think about Aron. The memory of how the guy had drawn that long swipe all over Carter’s dick popped right away. And, along with it, his cock, too.“Look at you,” Carter shook his head as the familiar. At this point my fear had subsided and I was feeling slightly more incontrol of the situation. What's more I seemed to be enjoying theattention he was giving me. No "seemed to be enjoying the attention"doesn't come close to describing what was going through my head. I wasreveling in this moment and it seemed like somebody else startedcontrolling my body.I licked my lips and twirled my hair with my finger. I took another dragand exhaled and said, "So what do you feel when you watch me?"He.