But something about feeling Mr. Stanton's dick up against me struck some sort of curiosity switch in my brain. As he reached for the far end, he put h...s hand on the small of my back to get better leverage. When I saw him make his final reach for the far side of the roof, I "discretely" pushed my body back into the crouch at the same time as he was pushing forward, pushing his dick up against me in a less discrete manor. Mr. Stanton backed away and handed me the sponge, smiling and said "there. I dropped to my knees beside him, then obsequiously crawled between his legs so as to not block the view of his television. He said, not to me, "Oh yeah, I have white cocksuckers coming over regularly to extract loads from me. I mean I have a hot white girlfriend to fuck, but girls just don't suck cock like white boys. They're only good for fucking." I took his flaccid cock in my hand as I wondered if that was true. Did guys give better head than girls? I suppose it made sense, since guys have. He was very sexy, almost 19 years old young gay man with a cock that seemed to need attention all the time. He was a true versatile who loved to fuck and get fucked, sucked and enjoyed sucking. He also liked to spank and had experienced light bondage, role playing and some other sex games, off and on. He thought of Jerry and Luis. They had told Colt, they were also into all kinds of fun and games. He still remembered the conversation at a restaurant one night, making him so hard that he was. Number Two, though, she was something special, just a few years older than the Slayer herself, full of energy, and full of ideas - she'd been up for all sorts of experiments of a sexual nature, and even Faith had been surprised when the girl had asked to be fisted.Still, Faith aimed to please. So, she fisted the girl, fingered herself, and it was number two she had been munching on when she first envisioned Dawn.Dawn. Buffy's little s!ster. Naked. Nubile. Wet. Fucking glistening. Fucking.