Today it would have been considered abuse. But in those days it was considered beating some sense into you.Being gay wasn’t accepted back then as it...is somewhat today. Mom told me I had shamed her and my father for what I had done. She sure in hell hoped no one in our small town found out about this.My ass was so sore I could barely sit down. My father had gone too far or perhaps I was just a sissy boy who couldn’t take a beating. Either way, my mother noticed but I didn't think she cared. That. My cock was still rock hard and covered in Karen’s juices. Maria put her mouth on my cock and licked all of Karen’s juices off. I grew bigger with each suck. I was finally going to have my chance with Maria. I looked over at Karen questioningly. Karen waved me off which meant go for it. I took Maria and kissed her soft lips. As we kissed her mouth opened and she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. She kept sucking on my tongue as if it were my cock. We stopped kissing and Maria pushed me. I had been on the road for two weeks already, this was my last stop before heading home for a much needed rest. I made my way wearily to the baggage carousel, and waited for my bag to come down the chute. As I stood there, I noticed a pretty gal across the way struggling with her luggage; a clasp had opened during handling, some of her clothes had spilled out onto the roundabout and she was attempting to gather them as they went around. I pushed to the front and scooped up the items which were. Shortly after talking with some of the others gurls in the area, i was approached by a black man saying he loved my slim build and long legs. we chatted a bit and i continued my walk with him pressing me to spend some time with him. he told me how big his cock was and asked if i would like to see it. hell yes.. we found a quiet area and as he leaned back against the painted brick wall, he undid his trousers and took out a thick cut cock that was getting harder by the second. a couple of taxis.