Glad you could finally make it down this far into the mall." But, how do you know my name." Simple, I'm a wizard." Um, yeah, right. Look, I gotta go."...What? You don't believe me?" Well, no. I mean, there are no such things as wizards, except in storybooks." I see, so I guess I need to perform some sort of magic trick to get you to believe, huh? Okay, so be it."With that, the wizard held out his right hand, muttered a few words, and POOF... a puff of black smoke billowed around his hand. When. ”“Is Mommies naughty little boy” she asked, “feeling that familiar boiling in your balls?”“Yes Mommy” I shot back, “YES, I AM!”I felt hands on my face as my head was lifted and guided away from Mrs. Perkins’ sweet center. The mouth on my cock seemed to spit me out and I was guided onto my back. I then felt wrist-straps placed on each of my wrists and my arms were pulled up and secured.“He’s beautiful” said the voice of the other woman. “thicker than most others that are like him.”*”Most. You’re pushed a step or two forward and the ground disappears from beneath your feet. Your stomach leaps into your chest as you plummet through the air, and a moment later your feet smack painfully onto some gravel. You’re marched along by whatever force is guiding you, and the crunching rock soon turns into a long trek over soft ground. Every so often, you feel something supple and stringy lashing out across your face, but you can’t see what it is. Your gut is soon groaning from lack of. And while he was as masculine (and scary) as they come, he had told me privately once about a weekend tryst with another soldier while he was in the army, back in the 60's. 'Just had to try it once' was his summary of this experiment, and he made it clear sex with men was not for him.One night after we'd gone to bed, I kicked the covers back and slowly started to masturbate. It was summertime, and very warm . I had the window (and curtains) open at the foot of my guest bed, and a little light.