He ran his hands over his nearly hairless legs that were without amark or scab. Why do boys like to hurt themselves, he wondered? Why dothey have to p...ay so rough? He thought about gym at school and thedreaded dodgeball day. They played so rough and threw the balls so hard.He liked when they played volleyball or badminton, but hated dodgeballor basketball day. He thought of the girls in his class enviously. Theydon't have to play dodgeball, and nobody makes fun of them. They wouldusually just. And somehow that was the most hilariousthing I had ever heard. We both cracked up laughing quietly, and keptlaughing until we were both crying a bit. I know some of my tears were fromrelief, from finally being at this moment. I saw his penis. It was stillsoft, which surprised me. It was a good 3 inches soft, and it wascircumcised like mine, with a little bit of wispy hair above it. I hadslightly more hair than him, and I could see him looking at mine. "You canfeel it if you want," I told him.. It was all true. I had fucked my old neighbor, and he had put a baby in my belly. He fucked me right through my pregnancy. My dad had told me to give it up for adoption, so I did. Still, my father said I was a whore? The thought made me blush as I felt my boss rub my clit harder and faster. I bit my lip as I tried not to moan like a bitch in heat. Still, I answered, “No. Dad won't let me.” “Good man.” Mr. Donaldson was near fingering my clit now and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. He. I'm left wondering if I've done something wrong. She's never been like this before. And now I've had to say a quick goodbye to her as she has gone home for Chistmas. Quick because she didn't have chance to talk to me but had chance to have a twenty minute conversation with Tom? Something has to be wrong.Nobody knows about that night. Nobody but the two of us. Why is she being funny with me?A little later again, we've broken up from uni for Christmas now.So I'm missing Sam. I've done the usual.