But what got me turned on and most excited of all was something Frank Skinner said in a joke. He was talking about young guys who enjoyed a wank with ... finger up their bums. Now I was so horny I just had to see how good it felt. I just couldn't relax enough to really do it but because of the naughtiness of it all I still came, rubbing my ass with one hand, the other on my cock. Still feeling horny and still hard, yes a typical teen boy, I had an urge I had never even contemplated. I scooped up. We put on a play where people from the city came and watched us perform. At first I thought I would be too nervous to dance in front of strangers but when I saw how much they enjoyed our play it made me feel better. When I was twelve I was sent to see Sam again to receive my wrist bangles. At that time he checked the ones he had given me earlier and gave them a bit of polishing. He gave me my new ones which slipped over my hands with little problem. They seemed a bit big to me but he said that. You might not be sure of what you feel. That's okay. I will endure the torture of waiting, for you need to be sure. My intent is not to push you but I want you to know that I will be patiently waiting for you to decide.You have gently touched my soul with your spirit. You have transformed me into a better man than I ever dreamed of becoming. We share many desires, understand each other completely, and accept the quirks and baggage we individually bring to this relationship.Fire smolders within. So sexy in his clothes. I think he was wearing ladies jeans. But not feminine. A very tight T-shirt showing his nipples. But I noticed he was not feeling very comfortable. So I asked me what’s the matter and he said he had never been with an Indian guy before and was a bit scared. I assured him it was fine but then he revealed that he actually came with a friend just to be safe and he was waiting for him downstairs in his car. Well I was a bit surprised but then I asked him if he was gay too..