I was getting close to shooting, and the stimulation made me shudder with what I would later call an "assgasm". We didn't know what a prostate was, bu... he kept hitting it and rubbing it with his peckerhead, causing my prick to drool what looked like a mixture of cum and the sticky clear stuff. These were all new sensations to two young men who were basically new to boy sex. He kept plowing into me for another five or so minutes before he tensed and thrust his pecker up my ass to his balls and. " He stroked his son's head, marveling at the hair that had sprouted during the long months of his deployment. He looked around the room. Perfect. Just what he had dreamed about for Christmas. The fireplace smoldering; almost out but the glowing coals still warming and providing the only light other than the Christmas Tree lights. Even his feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed, was how he had imagined it with his wife and son tucked against him.It was so perfect. It was his dream. He. Given the lack of local freaks to fuck, I placed an ad on a kink website. The ad read: “ Rough Fuck wanted, I don't want to know your name or where you work or any of that bullshit. I just need you to show up and get fucked. I will tell you what to do and you will do it or leave. That simple, no cuddles or hugging, Just raw fucking.” I really didn't expect any responses, but that ad was the beginning to a very sexually active time in life.The next day Friday at two pm, I checked my mail and. Because she liked him? Because he was insecure and vulnerable? Whatever it was, she didn’t mind feeling his eyes on her body and part of her wanted to tell him that, but of course she couldn’t do that yet. No doubt, she would frighten the boy.What would be really good for him, she was thinking, was if he would open up and talk to her for real. Like in a therapy session, for example. They had plenty of time together though. Who knew what the coming months would bring? She felt determined to help.