After a couple of weeks of thinking about it, I decided I should ask my best friend, Louis Fer, about it, he is tall, really thin, white and had long ...traight hair. I decided to bring up the topic of girls at lunch break and then asked him if he had ever masturbated. He told me he never had, and neither did he know how to. We decided to find out and to tell each other if we did. Later that week while I was looking for something in my older brother's room (Roger Ulysses, 15 years old), I ran. It was pretty late at night andthough I was allowed to stay up as late as I wanted on Friday nights, Istill had to keep quiet so I didn't wake my folks up.My practice was interrupted by a large yawn that may have been evenlouder than the sound from my guitar. I paused to rub my eyes, thinkingI should probably go to bed real soon. I was getting pretty tired. Ofcourse the freedom to stay up as late as I wanted tonight only encouragedme to stay up as late as I possibly could. After all I could. Towards the end when he was in the last stage of emptying me of blood I fell into a kind of warm, comfortable drowsiness. Drinking his blood was something else again. My heart began to beat louder and louder and I could hear his heart beat too. The trick was to synchronise both our heartbeats until they beat as one. That was the hard part. Even harder was the moment we had to separate. It was a real effort to pull away from him but it had to be done otherwise we would have experienced real. And, the barely legal twink was a one-time piano student of Jim’s wife. Interestingly, as cliche as it was, Tyler had even served as waterboy for the coach’s Golden Tornadoes team when he was a pupil.“Ooh, Coach O! Eat that boypussy,” shrieked the local community college student. “Your tongue feels so good, Daddy!”The coach smacked the tender, tiny bubble. “Oh my god! I want you to fuck me,” cried the six-foot tall wispy, small-boned tart.“Suck my cock some more, boy!”Tyler turned around and.