He whispered if I was awake, I didn't say anything. He kept tickling my dick till it was so hard it hurt. I finally said my dick was hurting, he asked...if I ever played with it.I said no,mom told me it was naughty. He said what your mom doesn't know about is okay here,I said ok. He said to take off my pants and spread my legs apart some. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked for a few minutes, then used his thumb to tickle my piss slit. My breathing quickened as he did this. He. He wore his pants low enough to see his plain (but sooo attractive) boxers. He normally wore a hoody that was a bit too small for him too. But the thing I hated about Zach, was that he had a girlfriend. What a joke. Zach and I ended up having the same math class. He was a year younger than me though and something about smart k**s was just a huge turn on when I was a junior in high school. On top of that, we sat right next to each other. I learned nothing when I was trying to see that small of. Ramegowda opens the door he saw both his wife and son looking so charmingly Vijaya-hi honey, please hold this luggageRamegowda – shore give hereRathode- hi dad ( holding some more luggage in his hands)Ramegowda- hi sonny, how was the journey?Rathode- fine dad u should have come with usRamegowda-for what sonRathode- what that means dad, for pilgrimageRamegowda- if I came over there then u both not going to enjoy as this much wrightRathode- what dad I did not understandRamegowda- I know. I asked him to sit down while I got in between his legs on my knees. I was giving it a handjob slowly, slow because I was still looking at his dick. Since he was fully erect, the handjob was being rough on his glans and I noticed that. I asked him if I can use my spit and he said okay. It felt like he was giving me permission. I used my spit and it got a little better.The smell of my spit on his dick made it okay for my mind to allow me to suck it. I again asked permission. I was being.