Then I discovered the cum tribute community and got into it, at first I started to cum on pics of Selena, her selfies, came right into her pretty face... oh gosh she is so perfect, it was so satisfying. Then I started to jerk off to her music videos and record myself because I was tired of only cumming on pics of her. It was everything great with Selena.There was never another girl in the world, another celebrity in the world, nothing in the world, that aroused me so easily like Selena. Sure. . someone.Thoughts were difficult and elusive. I wished someone were there with me. I was alone here. I knew that much but not much else. I tried calling out and thought I could hear my own voice, it seemed too small, like the sound waves were bleeding off rather than carrying my voice like they should.I had the thought that I should enjoy it and take the chance to get some sleep. It was dark and I was comfortable. It seemed like the best thing to do. I was tired. A lot had happened. I was so. Oh boy, was I in trouble!)Anyway, after I got back to the house (going back to the first night), I called the free gay party line again and started talking to guys. I did this nightly, mind you. I’d invite them over for some fun and a couple didn’t show up. A couple of them got there and talked with me for a minute, but knew I wasn’t 18 (I looked more like 15 or 16 and always have looked younger than my age) and saw me as jail bait and politely excused themselves. I didn’t quite understand. “Holy shit,” he muttered.“You like?” she asked, in a voice meant to be seductive and sultry.“You’re fucking phenomenal,” he replied. “You haven’t changed a bit since—" he realized he almost revealed too much.“Since what?” she asked, somewhat suspiciously.Ken tried to think of something. “Since you posted those Instagram pictures last year,” he said lamely.“Hmm, well, thanks, I think.” She was too horny to focus on anything besides getting off. She was craving his cock inside her.She straddled.