I had snuck into theses booths twice before. Each time amazing, thrilling, addicting and satisfying. Yet, like anything addictive, my first tastes onl... made me want more. Not only more cock, but more intimacy.Several times while I was in a booth, someone would knock or pull on the booth door. Being way u******e, I never opened the door in fear of being found and thrown out. Now, having tasted a man’s cock, having tasted his semen and felt his member quake in orgasm, I wanted even more. I wanted. As he finally started on her pussy she shook almost cumming there and then. I forbid you to cum yet Larain. You have to wait a little longer. His voice held her an edge from the precipice were the orgasm she needed threatened to engulf her. He kissed her lips blowing on them, stopping every now and then to give her time to cool so she wouldnt cum right then and there. He licked her outer lips pulling them into his mouth and nibbling lightly. Making her scream in ecstasy. PLEASE , PLEASE she. She was only four or five years old, pretty with long brown hair down to her waistline that her mother kept as neat as possible considering their situation. It was cut in front in a style that reminded me of the 50’s pin-up Bette Page. She had full lips, tiny nose, and the largest, deepest brown eyes that you’ve ever seen. Her body was a little plump, she still had “baby fat”. She didn’t look fat, mind you. Everything was proportional, she just didn’t look skinny like many girls do.When I got. He and I had done some serious chatting about sexuality and the gay life. This was the following summer from the first time and I was having no luck getting laid and was very horny. Levis was a nice person, openly gay but not effeminate. He was willing to tell a quizzical youth all the tricks of having sex with men and this youth was open to all talks of sex! It was not too long after, that during one of our talks; we got a little drunk and being closer to his house went there for a nightcap..