A number that wasn’t in my address book.— “Hello?” I said.— “Hey George”. That was a female voice which I didn’t recognise.— “Hey,...who is this?”— “It’s Hildi.”Immediately, I had a smile on my face. Hildi was one of my dearest friends in high school. We were born one day apart and ever since we met we had a thing for one another. I don’t know what, maybe we liked each other’s personalities since we enjoyed talking and spending time with one another. She even hit on me a couple of times on high. Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that initial uncomfortable feeling would turn me off every time. But a few days later I was reading and chilling and thought about masturbating, and the "fulfilled" feeling came to mind, so I decided to try again.This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up inside me all the way, I sat, knees spread, balanced on the. But he wouldn't, and the position I was in meant I couldn't. He thrust vigorously against my leg, and breathed heavily into my mouth. I knew he would soon find his relief. I was so desperate for my relief that I vainly tried to reposition myself, struggling helplessly for my share of the pleasure. But my leg struggled up and down his nether regions, taking him towards climax. A controlled groan left his lips, and spurts of his cum landed on my leg and skirt. For a few moments he rested against. And you just stick to your guns and say, no shavee, no fuckeee, no money!??? ?A game I have always enjoyed with boys ever since my Thailand days, is to offer a boy money if he will not shave, but pull out his ball hair and his pubic hair. That's right, tug out his own prick and ball hair. First one hair at a time. Then two and then three hairs. You can imagine how painful that gets. And what fun for you. You can say, "One American dollar for every twelve hairs you pull out, but you need to pull.