There was also his creativity and intelligence, backed by a talent for spontaneous introspection. He was capable of quoting numerous literary works, h...lding his own in most any philosophical discussion, and finding ingenious solutions to various problems. Early in life, Doug had suffered from shyness and social withdrawal. He overcame that via personal bravery and now wanted to inspire others to rise above their own hardships. At age eighteen, he was just starting out on doing that with his. Riding my girlfriend is fun, but I want to be fucked to orgasm, so I get off of her and lay on my back. She gets between my legs, starts fucking my ass again and jerks me off at the same time. Now it is her urge to step it up and she takes the natural vibrator that was in her pussy earlier and holds it in front of my mouth. "Suck it!" she says. I'm intrigued and just go with it. I take the very realistic looking penis into my mouth and suck it as good as I can. I taste her juices still on it. Anything to steal a moment. A waiter walks past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, ignoring me as though I do not exist. ‘I am going to kill you.’ He says as we push out of the doors, and into a small hallway. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill over the brims. In moments, there is cool air on my face, cold air where the tears streaked, and finally the lump in my throat deflates enough to talk. ‘Why–why kill me?’ I feel his hand leave my neck as we stop. He pulls the silver case from me, and it. You ain’t that good in bed.”“Oh! I’m not,” George sneered.“No,” Lennox stood his ground.“Fuck you!”“I’m hoping you’ll do just that tonight.”“If you gonna keep yo’ mouth shut, then yeah!”“You know I don’t tell secrets. I haven’t been any drama since we met.”“Yeah! I’ll hit you up later. I got work to do.”George walked away. He thought about the last time he had seen Lennox. As usual, they met at a dingy motel on the outskirts of the city. After getting his dick sucked, the boi had bent.