. was it when I said I was going to fuck you?" I turned red. " Do you want me to fuck you......." he said. My voice quaked. "I I I 've never......uhhh... " I know he said, I figured that.....I'll be gentle" he said: "At first"....(evil grin) There went that smile again. He had me and he knew it. I was scared and so turned on at the same time. I wanted his cock in me and I wanted to watch him fuck me in the bevemirror. My cock twitched again. I looked down and it was already hard. It had'nt been. About six months ago, I was dating a six-foot-three, light-skinned, fine-looking black guy named Henry Mendes. He was half Cape Verdean and half African-American. This fine specimen of man was the star of the Brockton Technical College men’s track & field team. With the face of a male model and the build of an Olympic athlete. Oh, and he was no slouch academically either. He always made Dean’s List, proving that the stereotypes about jocks negative attitudes toward academia to be pure myth.. “I got back to shore as quickly as I could and sent the boat back out to tow the remains of the plane in. By the time I got back it was already over though.”“Take your time,” I told him. “It’s been a hard day for you, and I’m going to guess the rest of the news isn’t good. I remember hearing gun shots before I was knocked out, so I’m already prepared for the worst.”“I hope you are,” he replied sadly. “When I got back, I went straight to the radio room for an update. When I saw the first plane. " I started toexplain."Larry you should have said no to them and that whole crazy idea. You'renot gay are you like your crazy dad?" No Mum, I'm not gay! Marcy asked me to do this!" I complained."Well if you are parading about in women's clothing and dressing up asGeoff says, you can stay away from here," she replied not reallylistening. "I hope to God you're not a sissy like your dad!" But Mum," I said only for the phone to go dead. "Dear God, she hung upon me. She says I can't go home until I.