. twenty-three ... twenty-four ... Fuckkk ... fuck ... twenty - ... Twenty-five ... I know I can make it. Twenty ... What was I on? Twenty-five ... tw...nty -six ... twenty- ... twenty-seven ... just seconds left. Twenty..."Are you OK?" One of the boys has approached me, standing just behind me. I can see his eyes darting to my exposed rear. He must be able to smell my sex; I am almost drowning in the smell myself."Y ... Yess," I manage. Twenty-? Twenty-nine ... Thirty."You just look a little...". "knew you was a fag as soon as i saw you,well i didn't know but was hoping" you say as my hand grasps your huge bulge,"fuck me man this feels like some fuckin cock you got there"and as i move my hand down the length of it,i feel it throb and jerk even through your joggers and moving my hands down further i feel your low hung balls. You look to the entrance and grabbing my wrist lead me deeper into the alley, you stop at a couple of dumpsters and slowly force me back in between them,my back. I was in the living room of a large home, I could hearpeople talking and I caught the smell of something delicious which mademy stomach grumble when I realize how desperately hungry I was."MOM Look! Come quick!" A young girl yelled when she walked around thecorner and saw me. She was I would say about nine or ten with long brownhair that danced around her as he skipped, jumped and ran back to thekitchen to fetch her mother."Lisa what is it?" her mother replied as they came back into the. ”Elyse smirked, “You and Samantha and her six friends?”“Samantha is married,” I replied. “AND she’s pregnant.”“You and Samantha?” Deborah asked.“I only gave you the list of girls in the Club,” I chuckled.“And that was done before they started their business relationship,” Elyse quickly interjected. “He may be generous with his affection, but he’s not a complete idiot.”“You might want to verify THAT with his sister,” Charlie teased.“Little sisters do NOT count in that regard!” I protested. “Just.