As I was noticing this, you roughly pull the butt plug out of the teen boy's ass and replace it with your cock. As you pump his ass as deep as you can... I take his head in both my hands, sticking my fingers into his mouth to hold it open and force his mouth onto my cock. I can feel the wetness of tears on the blindfold, and the drool on his cheeks. This turns me on a lot and I begin forcing his head down on my cock, all the way into his throat and keeping it there, feeling the boy involuntarily. It seemed a little weird at the time - there were probably 6 other empty places with no one adjacent that he could have taken - but I didn't think anything of it, until he started speaking."Fucking Rangers," he said a little too loudly into my ear.I hadn't really taken a look when he came in, so now I finally looked over and took stock of him. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. He didn't bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some. She assured me things would getbetter.Well, they did get better, but not for me. They got better for Amy. Shemade a lot of friends. I could see them on the playground having funtogether. All the while I was stuck playing with the boys. And the gamesthey wanted to play! They wanted to play things like "Army", "cowboys andIndians", and "space rangers"!Then came the day Amy was so excited when her mommy picked us up atschool. She had been given a paper that told about the Girl Scout programand the. I had on a pair of short shorts and a tank top. After a while, Mom came out and told me she was going grocery shopping and that Jay would be home in a while. I told her I was fine and could entertain myself while she was gone.I grabbed a bottle of water and sat on the porch as she drove away. As I finished it, I saw Jay’s car pull in. I didn’t expect to really see him, and that made me a bit sad, because I missed our playful tickling matches. He had slowly distanced himself, and mostly quit.