” He kissed me back now, massaging my hard dick through my boxers. I moaned in protest and pleasure. “When does your dad get home?” As if on que...e, the front door opened, and the two of us leapt off each other, and scrambled to opposite sides of the couch. Ryan’s father laughed loudly as he saw the two of us, red-faced and panting, staring at him from the couch like deer in headlights. “You two wrestling in the house?” Ryan and I looked at each other. “Something like that.” He turned into the. Eight days later he had still only said twelve words to me. Every time he saw me he scowled. I saw him at lunch chatting and joking with the sports boys, but if he caught sight of me his eyes went black and hard as flint.Avoiding him wasn't an option, and after the second time he barged past me in the art room, knocking my bag to the floor, I moved across the room away from the workspace I had built up around myself to somewhere where he would have to detour to hit me. But as bad as school was,. It had become obvious that this was the reason he had asked me up to his room. Fine by me. I'd have to find out later how he found out about me, though.I put the beer bottle I held on the headboard shelf, gave Brandon a long look, just to see if he was fucking with me, and then I quickly slipped down the bed. I leaned over, my eyes going to his upraised cock sticking out above his underwear, and reached for it. My fingers wrapped around the shaft even as I lowered my lips to the pink knob. I. When my clothes were out of the way, she began to suck me. My little white cock was dwarfed by every feature of her, but it felt great nonetheless. Her lips were really wet and her giant tongue swirled around the head of my cock. She stopped sucking and asked me if I was ready for Big Mommas big ass. I said hell yeah, and she revealed that great big brown ass. She told me to be a good boy for Momma, and lick her to get her ready. I motioned her to me and laid back so she'd get my intention. She.