He could enjoy the sensation of pushing his (admittedly meager) muscles to whatever limit they could take, and it didn't matter how his efforts might ...easure up against anyone else's. Soon he found himself in the gym at all hours, punctuating his usual cerebral pursuits (Dickens is quite the addictive author) with arm curls and leg presses.Secondly, the girls on the team actually turned out to be... well... rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of. “What about hugging my baby boy?” my mom grabbed me and held me to her bare breasts tightly and nuzzled me as she often did.“Oh, absolutely, your husband, your sons! That rule is more about Erica not making out with boys and displaying that slut behavior she talked about at school.” she smiled. My mom was elated, and I was just happy she was ignoring the raging boner in my pants as she pressed me to her body.“You aren’t currently dating anyone are you, Erica?” Katie asked.“What? No, why” Erica. Because I feel I am not a man anymore. I have sucked a mans cock. When I got her larger dildo, I bought some butt plugs for me. I now fuck myself once a week.But in reality...we just do what we have to do to get her off then I masturbate myself while she fucks herself silly with the cock. I have come to love watching that big cock slide in and out of her hot cunt. Watching her arch her back in orgasm as it stretches and penetrates places my cock never could. This in the only way now I can. I begged the giant black man almost in tears to let me free. But this new bastard just slapped me hard across the face andordered me to shut up. I looked at him. He was handsome, very tall, with massive arms that hung at his sides. He worn leather pants and just a vest that revealed a muscular chest. He cut the ropes and held me in his arms, since my legs were shaking and very weak. The black guy looked me into my eyes and said his name was Vic; he added that I was his property now…He put a.