We made some small talk as I filled out the forms and I noticed the gay-friendly signs and the rainbow sticker on his window and wondered if anything ...ould happen.I assumed it wouldn't since he was very professional. But I thought at worst case, I can jerk off later thinking about it. He told me to strip down naked or into my underwear (whichever I was more comfortable with). I decided to go nude to see if I could send a non-verbal sign that I was interested in more than a massage. He came back. He tried to look at me through his peripheral vision and softly said “I want you so bad. Put that thick cock in me.”That was all the encouragement I needed. I pointed my cock downwards with one hand, guiding it towards his ready hole. As my tip made contact and spread the lube around a bit I heard him moan again. “Mmm yeah.” I anchored my dick at his nub and gave a good solid, yet slow push. “OH.” He gasped. “Fuuuuuck yeah.” He continued, as I persisted my entry. I was sliding into him with. .. “This seat taken?” she asked, gesturing to the seat next to mine with her books.I looked at her wide-eyed. “N ... No. Not really. I mean, I thought that—”“Do you mind?”I shut up and shook my head. This wasn’t happening. Or if it was, she was setting me up for something. And if she was, there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. I mean, you didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t sit next to you. You didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t do anything.“Great,” she said with a. She stayed at home and worked in her daddy's store while I got me a job fetching and carrying in the oilfields over by Galveston way.We was both just sixteen when you was conceived, her daddy wanted to shoot me, but I came home with over three thousand dollars that I'd saved and we got married.I went back to the fields and by the time you was born, I'd saved over six thousand dollars. We was seventeen then and I was making even more money by working weekends with an old guy who owned a little.