The boy sat there like a statue, with bulging eyes that wouldn’t stop growing.“But,” Clark continued. “Let me first say that it is important y...u understand the responsibility you have as the man and the weight you carry between your legs.”Matthew nodded his head to acknowledge his understanding, still not quite sure where the conversation was heading.“Having sex or making love to a girl is not the same as fucking. You know what that means, right?” Clark asked to make sure Matthew was familiar. The red in my vision was dark, too, fading toward black ? then it justwas black.Chapter Three: Mother May I?Leslie!?I remembered shouting that. Shouting the man?s name. Jordan?s babybrother?s name. One of my men?s name.I remembered, but no words had come out. The case he?d been so obsessedwith opening had exploded and filled my lungs, kicking them hard andfast and choking everything else out. We?d collapsed to the floor on topof each other and I?d managed to throw myself back up on instinct. I said that we both are in the same boat. Noticing that I had a meeting in 40minutes, I drank the coffee quickly, told her that I would meet her in the evening and left for office.In the evening, I left office early, came back home, took a nice shower and went to her home. But to my disappointment it was locked. I returned back to my place and masturbate thinking about her that day. I did not want to rush into things, so I did not go back that day. The next day, in the evening I went to her. “My lady and I have an arrangement, I can have my pleasure from another man as long as she has hers from another man at the same time. I am looking forward to watching you pleasuring my lady. Her favourite and my favourite is hung, pretty younger men with taut bodies. And we love stretching our sexual boundaries.“The concierge who made these arrangements promised you were both very pretty boys, and hung. He was correct you are both very pretty boys. Let’s find out if you really are hung Which.