I felt the blood rise in my face, I was guilty as charged, but he said it such a way like it was a bit of fun, and then out of the blue he asked me if...I would like to watch him masturbate and cum.He asked me and as the words reached my ears his hand was stroking his penis, like a hypnotists metronome, ticking his rhythmic stroking had me captivated, as he stood over me and wanked inches from my upturned face."Open your towel", he spoke in pained tones, as I pulled my towel away to reveal my. ' It wasn't until maybe 6 months later when one of Anna's friends, Catherine, started flirting with me that things changed. Turned out she was making a play for me because of what she had heard. She was I guess what you might call a budding cumfreak. When she gave me a handjob, I did my best to suppress it and I must have done an alright job because she said, "That was a nice amount of cum, but I was expecting a lot more after what Anna said." I then asked, "You mean you wanted me to shoot it. It popped inwith some pain, but then popped out with some morepain. I felt it hit me 2 more times as I movedforward getting ready for another try.Then he shoved at me again sliding in and I shovedhard back. Again I felt it go in. I picked myself uphard, pushing up as hard as I could, tryingdesperately to capture that great hulking object ofbliss. He pulled back and it came partly out, butthen he shoved forward again and it went deeper intome. I again started the dance I had performed last. Again, I imagined myself at his age, with a choice of doing some god-awful boring homework, or knocking one out over a photo of a gorgeous sexy young woman. I knew which choice I would make, perhaps he was the same.But perhaps it was a little more complicated than that. I was providing for Aurelia and Marcus everything that they needed. They had a good life already. What motivation did Marcus have to get a good education, to achieve something in his life?Perhaps he felt I would provide for him.