I moved towards taking it. "Not yet" he said, and lifted me and sat me on the end of the desk. My cock was literally throbbing and I felt like I might...cum there and then just looking at him and his massive dick. "You know in the showers the other day I said I like my boys smooth and big cocked" he said. "Well can I shave you, take off the bit of fluff from your cock and bum and balls, make you my smooth boy". I was stumped, so much so that I felt my cock deflate slightly. But I did want to be. Shuddering and whimpering pleasure, screaming and clawing pleasure. And he matched me, each deep thrust made with a grunt or a growl. I was his, and he was mine there was no mistake and no going back, now or ever. My head rolled against the tile and my teeth dug into his shoulder as we approached our climax, my body clenching and pushing against him as he kept the steady pace up. He was whispering to me in his native language and what he said sounded so lush and beautiful and filled with love. I wasn’t given a closed room it was in a small shadow of a cloth wall on the outside.At the time, I had been reading the Diary of Anne Frank for school. Between that and watching reruns of Hogan's Heroes, somehow my brain set me as a prisoner in a Nazi camp. I returned to these pages so many times that my simple red journal falls open to the page when I open it. I continued the dream with the guard in the fantasy falling in love with me, sneaking me out, and raising a family with me. Then. Thinking about it again made my dick twitch and harden slightly. My sister noticed and giggled."You liked it didn't you? You want to do it again?" She melodically inquired."I need time to recover Jess. I can't just do it again right-" No I mean let mom suck your cock" She interrupted playfully."yes." I responded probably too quickly. Jess began rolling around on my bed in laughter. "Hey what 'videos' are you talking about?...You know, the ones you compared my cock and stuff to" Bro... Are.