After thinking about it I moved my hands. He took the soap and latherred up his hand and started stroking my dick. I got hard quickly, he stroked me s...ow at first then faster. I started breathing faster and my heart pounded. He pressed against me from behind and I felt his hard dick pushing against my butt. Something about this made me want more, so I pushed my butt against his dick. He kissed my ear and asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I told him no one has before, will you be easy, he said. Manuel feltintolerably hot, he tried to pull his shirt from his pants and woundtickling himself slightly as his fingers and garments pulled across hisstomach. He wanted Jonathan to tickle him like that Manuel thought, theurge growing, pushing the equilibrium of his mind formed between his ownidentity and the compulsion supplied in the Witch's first vial an iota outof balance. The side of him that pleaded with him not drink was weakeningslightly under the onslaught, A small thought that drinking. I walked up behind him and reached around his waist, while I pressed my hard six inch cock against his ass. He pressed back against me, and I ran my hands up and down his stomach. Then I slid my hands down to his belt and opened it, followed by his button and zipper. He pressed back against me more, then I reached into his underwear. At first I felt his patch of hair, then my fingers found his hard cock, all of about four inches. It was so hard, I throbbed myself at touching him. I slowly. "You want to find out?" Wayne asked. I just laughed not taking him very serious and kept walking, but I found myself daydreaming about what sex would be like with him. Wondering what his dick would look like. Would it be big, long, short, and fat? Would it be pale, pink with blond hair, or was it as tanned as he? How would he feel? All of those things crossed my mind.The more I saw Wayne, the more appealing the idea of sleeping with him became. Wayne was sexy and would be even cuter if he would.