There was a soft knock on the door and Natalia came into the bathroom wearing only a house coat. She was carrying a towel and a second house coat. S...e told me that she was the owner, and not a masseuse anymore and needed to freshen up. She asked if I minded if she joined me. I did not mind at all and invited her in. She took the soap and lathered her amazing body. She told me to turn around and lather up my back, ass, and legs. She reached her hand between my ass cheeks and played with my. I then judged that this was the right time, and gently slipping out, I grabbed her ankles, unlocked them from my back, and raised them up and over her head, so she was bent double. “Oh yes, fuck my ass, fuck me deep.” A push and a pop and I was in, sliding deep. She was hot there, and from the guttural noises coming from her throat, very sensitive, and as I started to drive in and out, the level of her noise increased. I was in seventh heaven, and though my balls had been taking a hammering. They onlyattracted other people to the mall, people who walked slowly, or without purpose, and gotin his way. Jake browsed through the comic shop, and bought the most recent copy ofFurrlough. He came every weekend, and looked for the same titles every time, eventhough most of the titles he bought were irregularly bimonthly. He could have just usedthe shop's subscription service, but that, he thought, would take all the fun out of it. The next stop was the record store. New titles were even. I had neverfelt comfortable as a male. It took me a long time to figure out whatwas wrong, but now I knew. My c***dhood had started out normallyenough, but I was never really interested in the things that the otherboys in the neighborhood were.= = * = =I found sports boring. My father could never understand this, andshowed his displeasure by all but ignoring me as I was growing up. WhenI was about 14 years old, I even tried to cultivate an interest in someof the things he liked in an attempt to.