I guess staring at his crotch and talking about how small they were was starting to have an effect on him because I noticed he was pulling and grabbin... at the bulge and he was trying to avoid me looking at it. I was just so intrigued I couldn’t help it. he was facing the counter and I sat at the table. I asked if he could get me some orange juice. He got the juice for me and put it on the table and the bulge was much bigger. I could see it was pulling the waist band back from his stomach. Being. I felt guilty under the spreading shade of those giant trees knowing from the viewpoint of basic science that every time I pulled the trigger on my Spencer or one of my bloodletting handguns or hopped into the sack with some delectable female creature from the shadows of the past, I was tempting fate with cosmic graffiti clumsily scattered by my itchy finger or my never satisfied man tool of creation.All around me, memorable human beings were leaving their footprints on the pages of history and. The heat was remarkable, it was wet and hot, unlike anything I have ever felt before, it was indescribable !! As I was in my own daze, drinking in the feeling of the boy cave…he began moving his hips as he did before with my finger in his ass, and started to push himself onto my cock. Realizing I was not attending to his needs, I hovered over him and began to slowly slide my cock into the boy cavern. As I was doing so, his eyes were rolling back into his head and the guttural, sensual moans. “All I know is I was keeping so much anger and pain in I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating. I knew I was living a lie and you knew it too. You saw me, but I saw you too. I was hiding my sexuality, my desires, my fantasies, my spirit and you knew it, but I saw you running away from something you were afraid to face. Josh, we're on the same page. Don't be afraid to love me.”I closed my eyes and thought about what she was saying. Was I afraid of love, of opening myself up? Was I hiding? Were we.