“Why do they just gather in random places like this?”He shakes his head in an empty response. “Nobody here seems to experience shame or modesty... so there’s that.”“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean. There are a lot more comfortable places to socialize or fuck within an actual stone’s throw. Even the landing of these stairs would be better than kneeling on a single step to give a stranger blowjob.”“I don’t know what to tell you,” he says, “And, how do you know they’re strangers?”“That’s not…!”. He got up and wandered over tome, I stroked his head and he nuzzled into me, as ifinviting. I looked about me but we were alone and thedevil in me allowed my hand to roam, down his side andback again, the next pass went lower and the next lowerstill until I was on his belly. He looked at me as ifexpectant, my hand felt him, the soft fur on thesheath, the gristle it contained felt thick, my handwas gentle, manipulative, coaxing, the response was athickening and lengthening with the tip peeping. Of course, I used it! I fingered the keychain around my neck. He'sgrowing more and more contemptable everyday. What did I ever see inhim?This is where his life is: he only cums when I say "cum"; he never cumswithout me; I let him cum only when my arm is shoved up his ass and myhand has just in that moment ceased to touch his cock. He's got anenormous sunflower tattooed around his asshole; the staff will laugh ifhe gets a colonoscopy! His groin is now hairless which stands out likea sore thumb. He holds for dear life onto the fat rolls of her bucking hips as he moves in and out of the burning tight ass-hole of his own mother.He can already feel the express train moving through his tubes.And once again, he knows he is not going to pull out."I'm cumming... I'm cumming in your fucking ass!" he shouts in her ear, now really hoping that no one is hearing them.His cock starts to rock as streams and streams of white hot seed spurts from his cock-slit into his mum's warm ass-hole. She just.