My feelings were mixed with fear and pleasure.The next thing this guy did was moved his hand from my lower back to my ass he was trying to feel the mo...nd of my ass I could hear him breath faster his hands went from one butt cheek to another. I had started to leak by then I was giving out pre cum this kept going on. next he stopped between my cheeks lowered his hands further down between my legs and moved further his hands were down under my balls and he grabbed them very gently I was screaming. Stoneman was typical of most mothers. She was old. Well she was about 63 if you want to call that old. But she was active. In fact, Mrs. Stoneman was more active than a lot of younger people I knew. I always got a kick out of going by her house. Mrs. Stoneman always prepared a big meal for us. Her biggest complaint was that we were both too skinny. Mrs. Stoneman was a big woman. She stood approx. 5’8′ and must have weighed about 265lbs. But like I had said, she was active. I would sometimes. “There's a big difference between being gay and good old fashioned, man to man pleasure,” Thomas quickly shot back.“Really?” I asked in disbelief.“I'm not interested in semantics right now, pussy-boy,” Thomas retorted, as he pushed his cock up against my lips. “Now do what your mouth, and arse, were meant for and stop overthinking this.”My contempt for the idiot was totally trumped by the build-up of lust that had developed over the preceding twenty minutes, and so I decided to savour the. Sadly herclothes didn't fit me perfectly either: A halter top I plucked out wastoo tight, and her sweatpants were a little too long in the leg. Butunder the circumstances, I wasn't really in a position to storm intoher bedroom and demand something more comfortable. Speaking of which,Faye hadn't seemed to notice the commotion I'd caused earlier, eitherbecause she was too polite to interrupt given my blatantly orgasmiccries, or she was alternating between dubstep and industrial metal oniTunes.