He looks once again at the mirror with the admiring looks for his shiny shaft. The purplish pink cock knob pulsates to each beat of the heart but in a...totally different rhythm as it swells and thumps with its own tempo.Raul focuses his full attention at the cock head, making a circle with his forefinger and the thumb, he strokes the knob with force and power. Slowly his hand moves across the base of the thick cock such that each finger rubs the extremely sensitive and profound spot at the. I slammed the drawer shut, and went out into my room. "Come on Craig." What?" he asked, getting out of my bed, and pulling on his shirt."I have to talk to my parents." Are you sure you want to do that with me there?" Whatever."God were they upset.I didn't think my mom could look quite so disappointed or upset before. They were not mad, just upset about it. Oh god.They eventually seemed to accept it, and then pulled the whole "if you think that you were ready" card. And then they started talking. I unzipped my pants and said unapologetically, "Damn Chris, you should fuck her to see how good she feels inside" and then I started to undo my pants and whipped out my cock so I could stroke it. She looked at me with an odd look - one of pleasure, fear, lust, gratitude, apprehension, all rolled into one. It was HOT. Chris tore off his shirt and unbuttoned hers; He undid her bra and started to patiently nibble and kiss all of the skin on her that he could find. While he kissed and massaged her. Just take some and go, OK? And take your clothes too, just... justget dressed kinda quick, OK?"And as quickly as he'd been to grab my arm and drag me to the register,he left me completely alone, utterly brain-fried from frenzied sex, inthe center of his goth shop.I stayed laying down as he left to keep catching my breath, the aircoming easier after each intake. I could feel my bust getting smaller,though not by much, and when I looked down again my skin had lightenedfrom the tanned hide he had.