" As I lay on the floor and watched the boys started stroking; cocks of all sizes from 5" to 9" skinny to fat, I noticed some seemed to concentrate on...their cock, while others looked around to see how the others were doing. Some had their hands to themselves others were feeling the asses or balls of the boy next to them, yet all determined to please 'Uncle David' I couldn't wait to see who got to fuck me first. I slowly stroked my seven thick inches watching the scene above me and waiting for. Or pat my back. Sometimes she would lean over me to see why I was doing a sum wrong.. (which I did on purpose to get her to come near me). Her flowery smell would drive the boys crazy. Her boobs gently dangling in front of our eyes These were just innocent encouraging gestures, but for me, it was something i treasured. I would re-imagine the scene of me kissing vidya, flush on her lips, or me suckling her ripe boobs as she played with my hair. But, all this was just dreams. I used to. Me- Is the invite still good for Pasta?About five minutes laterMegha – Yup, come over!Me – I’ll be there in half an hour.Megha – Slowpoke.I was there in 20 minutes and eyed her up and down as she opened the door in a simple black t-shirt and tight shorts. I was thinking screw the last I want to start on those legs. She greeted me with a hug and she smelled really pleasant.“So you must be really hungry today. It’s barely 11 and you’re already in the mood for pasta.” She said, teasing.“Well yes. Life tend to hover close to home and school at that age. He looked around. Mostly he looked behind him. No one was pursuing him. He thought he had heard his name being called as he slammed the door shut and ran down the stairs, three steps at the time. The soft soles of his shoes made hardly any noise, once the echoes of the slamming of the door had faded away in the naked stairwell. It was in that silence that he thought he had heard his name being called but he knew that couldn't be so. There.