His body stood rigid and I knew more than likely, the cock I'd pull out of his pants would be rock hard in my hands."You just are going to look at me?...I swallowed wondering how to get started. My fingers were a bit shaky when they reached for his pants but finally I made my fingers grab the zipper of his pants and start tugging it down. The rasping sound filled my ears and then suddenly before I could finish I heard a branch crackling behind me.My father ... no he was out of town on business.. A pause rose up between them where it felt like someone should of said something, but no one did.'Is Dorothea around?' her name broke the strange mood, a reminder perhaps of where they were.'No she is at lunch. Can I help?'She saw something, a glint in his eye, a tiny movement of muscles in his expression that meant something in a language she didn't speak.***There were two types of people in the office. Those that were resigned to their fate, that is they turned up at nine each day and did as. I finally took pity on her."Hey, just say it. I won't judge you." It's just hard to trust guys. Every time I have been with a guy he has bragged about what happened." I haven't talked to anyone about ... anything."She blushed. I think she knew she was the one that let the cat out of the bag about our evening when she talked to her friends. We also didn't make it a secret when we came back to the party."I know. I've talked to Tracy and she said I could trust you. I just don't know how to ask for. Our brains are barely able to deal with such feelings as adults. Certainly, as pre-adolescents, we are not prepared for such feelings. A few minutes later, and he felt Roy start pounding harder and harder into him. He felt the pain at his ass, but also he felt pain deep inside him with every thrust. His little intestines weren’t made to be re-arranged by a big cock at his age. It hurt — it was excruciating when he bottomed out on each deep, pounding stroke. Suddenly, he pushed deep, and.