I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know her touch on my skin. Soft? Harsh? Dominating? Submissive? This part of me, an elder of mankind...be eons, does not wonder… it waits. It waits for the answers to come. If they never come, then it simply shrugs and continues to do as it has always done. So don’t speak to me of desire. How many of you know what it is like to look upon someone and know that you will never have that someone at your side? I do not mean that the odds are stacked. Now, tell me what’s been going on, why are you so upset.”To my horror, Stan told me that he was being bullied and humiliated by his former sporty friends. He’d even been stripped and left tied up in the cloakrooms, much to the amusement of all the sympathetic boys that passed through there. Eventually, one of Stan’s classmates told the Janitor, and he came to Stan’s rescue. Even then, his torment wasn't over; he was pointed and giggled at daily by other boys. Did the school do anything about. How game?Taking a breath, Jossy lifted her T-shirt and wrote across her belly is that a challenge? Jossy quickly lifted the binoculars back up to see him pulling off his jeans and writing up one leg I have more body-space than you.Really?she wrote above the previous message.Unless you're not shy came the response, written across his chest.Jossy smiled, enjoying the game. She carefully rolled the elastic on her shorts down three times and wrote across the very base of her stomach We'll see who's. "Sorry, boss." The words came from habit. But they said it all. He was the boss, and I was the grovelling worm.Face burning I eased myself forward, out of the chair and down onto my knees. I looked up at him and he smiled."Well, let him out." Still trembling, my hands reached forward and began undoing his belt, before undoing his pants and unzipping them. The smell of man, warm and musky reached me and I slowly eased down his boxers.The cock that sprung forth, eager to stand proudly in the.