? He was maybe fifteen, short, skinny but veryappealing.? He ran in to the bathroom and threw himselfat my feet.? ?Show me your fuck-hole, boy.?? He...lay on his back on the tiles looking up atme, he immediately threw his legs up and pulled hisarse cheeks open, showing me a gaping, ruined, boy fuck-hole.? I put my foot up it,he moaned in joy and started to fuck himself on my boot. Whether these ecstaticmoans of joy and orgiastic grunts were real or assumed was irrelevant to me,both ideas were. ) Is making love like making a table or a chair? Do you see a block of wood, sand out the roughness, cut off the pieces you don’t want, and produce a Stradivarius violin? Or is it more like a recipe, with ingredients carefully measured and added? Must it simmer, boil, or freeze? How long does it have to bake, and at what temperature? Do I have all the ingredients, in the right proportions? Am I supposed to have all the ingredients, or will the person I make love with be the one to supply what. No one questioned his manhood or courage anymore these days. His mettle had been tested, tried, and proven. Earic Flowers, despite his effeminate name and reputation, was very much a soldier and a man. The softer life of a trollop was almost forgotten with astonishing speed, so wholly had he given himself to his new vocation as a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch.“They’re forming up with amazing efficiency, given that they’re all dead,” Theon muttered as he bit down on a very hasty breakfast. As I mowed the lawn, I glanced over at the picture window and my jaw dropped as I watched her cleaning the window. She was wearing a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and a white crop top with a plunging neckline. Her voluptuous breasts were on full display, every delectable curve. Her long brown tresses draped over her shoulders, dangling in front of her shirt.I looked away quickly, hoping she didn’t see me staring as she swayed to the music from her headphones. I must admit, it was difficult.