I think my own unhappiness had made me sensitive to unhappiness in others, and seeing the woebegone expression of the young man opposite me at the tab...e, I tried to make conversation with him. It was not an easy task to get him talking. After verbally circling round each other for some time, I learned that is name was Barry. He began by talking about the battle he was having with his studies, but soon went on to complain about his loneliness. I ended up inviting him to my house, and I swear. We got in the shower together and he told me not to be self-conscious because I will fill out with muscle with him as coach. You’re good looking for a white guy he said. I blushed.A skinny 14 year old teenage white k** with a well-built black coach. He then instructed me to wash him and I was getting hard as I washed his rippling muscles and worked my way down his body to his asscheeks which were tight as steel. By the time I got to his cock, it was half hard and I washed it with gentle. Valentine could hear the shower running. She followed the noise into a large bedroom that she assumed they would be staying in. It was a white-walled, middle class looking room, but the bed had black sheets and high posts at each corner. She noticed immediately that there was a heavy metal ring through the wood of each post. The bathroom was off to the side, and it, too, was large with a bath tub and a showering stall. Val curiously wandered in and saw the form of him through the steam in. I can tell from your wet pussy that you're enjoying it too.”“I certainly am,” I mumbled. “Keep finger-fucking me, 'cause I'm really going to work on your cock now; I just want you to cum in my mouth.”I planted butterfly kisses up and down his shaft, cupping his balls in one hand and squeezing them gently. I then wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, which by now was almost purple, it was so swollen. I moved my head up and down, taking the whole of that cock into my mouth, gagging.