I agreed. "Sure, but since I'm not enjoying it, that will never happen." "Stand up," he said. I did, happy to be off my knees, thinking I may be able ...o get out of this yet. He then said, after a moment, "See? You really are a cock sucker." "Excuse me?" "You're enjoying it." "No, I'm not," I said adamantly. "Then why are you so hard?" he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch. Until then I hadn't realized I was hard, but there was no doubt I was rock hard and wishing I hadn't worn sweats which. A great deal had changed while she had been away on her short journey of self-discovery. What she saw in me now was a pure, unquenchable lust. Possibly some love too? This was all very new to me. She had far surpassed her original goal to simply be noticed. I was infatuated, burning with desire for her.Her long lashes parted and her hooded eyes met mine. Something flashed between us. A message was passed. An understanding. It was like we reached out across the great void of the universe that. She felt like a drowned rat, hungry enough to start chewing on shoe leather, but at the same time she also felt as happy as she'd ever been at this time of day, in a long time.That Patty girl, the one that Van had been after, had put on a pretty good ice princess act towards her. But everyone else had been very nice. It was obvious that Patty didn't want to talk about their shared knowledge of Van in front of Barbara any more than Julie did, so there had been no open warfare. The others had. But me? Shit, I took multiple hits nearly every day, My name's Frazier, but at five foot two for a male--well, you guessed it. My nickname was and is "Shorty." But that's only half of it. Most of my troubles came my freshman year, first day of gym class.You see, my dick is, ah, a bit small--short if you will. Flaccid, that little sucker struggles hard to make two inches. Actually, an inch and a half would be more accurate. Erect, I cried when I couldn't quite make four inches. You can well.