" Miss van Cleef stepped into view, "Why do you think they do that?"Justin lowered his head. He knew why they did even better than they knew. At Saint...Crellifer's, his last school, another boy had written a truly dreadful and explicitly homoerotic poem called "The Magnificent Raven." He hadn't actually named Justin, but everyone had known who he meant. Justin had been glad to transfer out of Saint Crellifer's after a year, but the nickname had followed him.At least the "Magnificent" hadn't. I think about when you told me take you in my mouth as far as I could, but when I come up to get air you don't let me. That sends a swirl in my stomach thinking about that. I think about the first time we played in public, well it wasn't public but inside the car on a busy highway is public enough! lol. The thought of me showing all for others to see on your command was exhillerating. As for the scenes I make up in my head, it is mainly scenes from when we played. I would mix up a few different. ” I told him. “Why did you do that?” “I just want to talk. You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” I asked him walking towards him and looking at his member, he was finished peeing and trying to zip it back in. Unfortunately, it was hard to do because instead of being flaccid, it started to become stiff. “Yes, because of what happened that shouldn’t have happened.” He said. I grabbed his cock. It was big and meaty. I smiled. He was totally under my control. He moaned as I started giving him a. ” I unlocked my door and got in and mashed the button to open his door and Jim climbed in. Pulling out of the parking spot and in minutes we were cruising down Lenox Road heading towards Cheshire Bridge. I was thinking that Cheshire Bridge Road in Atlanta had a serious number of older homes and years ago were littered with strip clubs. The area hadn’t really changed too much in over thirty years. Zipping down one of the last hills heading in his direction the light ahead changed and I slowed.