...''he was touching my ass i look at him feeling weak, my 4inch useless cock tucking smaller i felt as he touch me''i have a surprise for you my cute...friend, ive been wanting you to have it''i didnt understand how thing were going fast into freaky modehe pushed me on the desk in his roomand i was pull on my jeans me bubble ass pined down by him , i look back drunk and scared''heyyyy''''shhhhh shhhhhh dont scream yo dont want people coming here and see your little cock''''here i wanted to see. My father saw the look on my face and he promised to coach the young lawyer every step of the way. Bess was still not convinced until I asked her to list everything she could think of that would make this deal wrong for Sarah. She couldn't list a thing but finally muttered that it wasn't right for a single man to raise a teenager. I asked her what about all of the fathers raising their teenaged daughters after the mother had died or left the home. Bess didn't say anything else.My father finally. This night confirms what I suspected all along: I like cock as much as I always thought I would. My bisexual fantasies aren't just suppressed dreams that pop into my head late at night when I am horny (though they certainly do that), only to vanish the moment I blow my load.No, they are a true desire.And although sucking cock is and will always be my primary man-tasy, there are others I will wish to explore. Sucking a disembodied anonymous penis is wonderful, but just makes me want more.I. Each night I came home I would masturbate and come in a huge orgasm thinking about being fucked relentlessly like I was.Thursday evening when I got home I found a flyer under the door. I just figured someone came through the complex and dropped one off at everyone’s place. I sat it on the table and got out of my work clothes. I was about to get myself off but looked through the mail first. The normal - bills and junk mail. Then I looked at the flyer to see what restaurant was wanting my.