But I did now, filling his ass with my teenage spunk.When I figured my balls had been drained I pulled my cock out. He got up and motioned toward the ...athroom with his head.“You can clean your dick off in there,” he said.I went in and washed my cock and took a piss. When I came out he was dressed again. He tossed me my jeans. I struggled back into them.“I’ll give you a ride back to the arcade,” was all he said.I guess on the ride back we must have said something, but nothing that stuck in my. We decided to suggest a fishing trip, which Bill was always up for, and got ourselves invited over for supper the night before so we could get an early start the next morning.We had a great meal, Mrs. Andrews was an exceptional cook, and were still sitting around the table drinking a little and talking. Nancy looked great as usual, it being a warm early summer evening she wasn't wearing much, just a little purple summer dress that only went to her mid thigh and had a very low neckline. She. The man growled, “I am cum” and even before he completed the word, Anzor felt a burst, hitting the roof of his mouth, back of his throat and also the tongue. The black guy was shooting, blast after blast like a wild madman in Anzor’s mouth. Finally the black guy shuddered with the last thrust, leaving the cock in the wet and warm confinement of the boy’s mouth for a while. “Now milk me and suck out all in the pipes to swallow”. The black guy roared and Anzor complied, appreciated by the black. Being pre-digital there was no way I could get a photograph of me developed at the local shop! I got no results. It went very quiet. I had built up a small wardrobe of clothes and footwear. I had one wig, a blonde one. Not good quality, but wearing it helped me feel feminine. I was dressing alone, at home.Then I got a message from an older guy called David, in North Manchester. He wanted to meet. I invited him around to the house ( very risky, but I was a bit naïve). He was in his early 40s,.