Then, he reached over and tousled my hair."How's it going, Champ?" That's what he usually called me: Champ. I always liked that."It's goin' good Dad. ...verybody likes my new bike. I'm real fast on it." Well, be careful when you ride and keep it locked up, OK? Your mom and I want you safe, and you wouldn't want your bike stolen." I know, Dad."Mom had finished my pancakes by then, and watched to make sure I didn't use too much maple syrup. Pancakes were my favorite breakfast, except that I was. I just knew it was going to be painful to do him. I seriously considered dropping out of school at the sight of his huge cock.I squatted down in front of him and gently took his circumcised tool into my hand to study it. The veins stood strong against the tanned and leather-like skin of his phallic. Clear liquid seeped out of the grayish end of his tool. I started to rip open the condom package, but he stopped me and asked if I could do the blow job without the cover. "I’m not going to cum. Once fastened tightly around waist, he passed her the Fishnet stockings. Even at this early stage a feeling of sexual urge was building up within her. Taking the Stockings from out of their wrapper, she slid one over her toes, pulling past her calf then into its final position resting mid thigh, accentuating the softness of her skin. The other stocking followed in the same manner. Stepping into her outrageously high heels, she fastened the suspender clasp hanging from the skin-tight Waspie.. I was like the proverbial moth to the flame, attracted and repelled at the same time, and somehow, for some undefinable reason, compelled to seek out the humiliation that overwhelmed me when "forced" to serve another man, naked and bound, as his slave.One or two others had come close, but never before had I established so open a communication as I had with Jack, hereinafter referred to as my Master. He was gay, and therefore had made it clear that he was attracted to the naked male body. Having.