I started rubbing his cock through his pants and then unzipped his zipper. With no protest, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, opened them u..., and started massaging his penis through his underpants. I could see a drop of pre-cum seeping through the fabric of his underpants. I wiped his pre-cum up with a finger and then licked it off my finger. The touch of my finger on David’s penis head caused a solid flex.David was obviously enjoying me rub his young super hard penis.I took off. She was a good friend.The street was dark as he left the tavern, only one lit lamp visible down towards the harbor. Looking up at the stars, he judged it perhaps an hour before dawn. More or less. The stars moved. Not just every hour, like the sun, but started their journey at a slightly different time every day. That was annoying. No clock should have that flaw.He stopped, an unexpected image in his mind. A painted circle attached to the large gear which moved the log into the saw at the mill.. I could see, as we were together a lot, he was becoming more emotional becoming prone to tears and not being able to stop. I told him not to be ashamed women do it all the time. He told me he was not a woman and should not be crying. I confided in him that I had seen a lot of changes in him over the past year, changes I liked. I said he was now sweet, kind, thoughtful and considerate and that he seemed more empathetic to me and women in general.I wanted to have sex with him, but with him on the. Not too light to make me get goosebumps and not to rough to make me run. Just enough to quickly make me wet. Wet so quickly for him. My my my. This may end well after all I thought to myself as I placed one hand on his jaw and one on his shoulder blade lightly pulling him to me for encouragement. "Lets see what you can do, Mr. Conductor. I want your hands on me." I whispered to him. He looked up momentarily and his eyes lit up. After a few nibbles at my collar bone and a few light nips at my.