From my hiding place, I removed a knife, the jar of Vasoline and the cucumber. I took the knife and cut the very tip off, then whittled it down to a ...ore rounded edge. I watched "the boy in the mirror" pull off his underwear and sit on the edge of the bed as his hairless young cock throbbed with anticipation. "He" moved the cucumber to his lips and started licking the tip and then the shaft like some man's huge dick. I closed my eyes and sucked the "cock" down my young throat, in and out. . Then Jan suggested we go see a movie. She said we probably would not need to go out for the evening until late so we needed to kill a few hours so a movie sounded perfect. We checked our makeup and hair and to the movies we went. It was like our last movie trip, this time we found a really good movie for the occasion. After we purchased our tickets and sat down Jan said after the movie started she wanted me to go get us some popcorn and a drink. Well I told her I was able to pass all day. We became cool with each other and little was I ashamed when I go with her to a lingerie shop. Mom had always observed the life of young IT guys and was fascinated. She had acquired a few friends – some neighbors and a few of my friends and their parents. Things were going smoothly when one day, while I was in office I got a call from an unknown number. I picked the call and it was my mom. She asked me to quickly come to a nearby mall. I asked if she was in some sort of danger. She was cool and. I could tell he genuinely cared about me. In past relationships – if you can call them that – I was a trophy: the high school or college cheerleader you bragged to your buddies about; later, arm candy to show off, add inches to your dick.But Jerry was different. He just liked being with me; he wasn’t just hanging around to get into my pants. And when he finally did, he was a thoughtful and considerate lover. And I found that – to my surprise – to be far more important than cock size. Jerry had.