The guys were all chanting his name and pinching my nipples, playing with my hair, hands stroking my ass and legs and arms, then he started doing it r...al hard as they chanted his name. I wasn’t ready for that and I thought he would kill me he went so deep, it hurt and I worried that I might bleed inside from the battering he was giving me. His huge black hands squeezed around my waist so hard it drove the breath out of me “I can touch my fingers around that pretty white waist” I heard him say. I want to you to feel how wet I am as your cock glides over my lips, but does not enter me. I want to thrust my hips toward you, trying to force you inside of me, but have you move away too quickly. I want you to make me beg for it. I want to tell you to fuck me until I’m almost delirious with desire. I want you to finally plunge your cock, with one motion, so deep inside of me that I’m left speechless for a moment. I want you to give it to me, your cock, all of it. I want you. Those experiences with Marci are the first where I remember feeling somehow inadequate at having to take a less important role in her life. It hurt to be ignored as a possible boyfriend for her. Though, there was also a feeling of comfort that I was close to her as a good friend and didn’t need to try to compete with the other boys for her friendship.Nothing much changed in our social situation in school until the beginning of our junior year. We both turned sixteen over the summer after our. There were portraits with the Orcs, with the Warriors of the Apocalypse and a magnificent very large portrait with the Queen, Lynas Parayekt the tyrannosaurus rex Queen and her advisors.Jason saw a portrait of him and his now deceased wife Sarah when the children were young and then a series of portraits as they grew up, married and had children. There were beautiful portraits of his grandchildren with their parents and Jason in the background. There were classic scenes from battles that Jason.