During my senior year, the high school had yet to install air conditioning. After a hot afternoon of intense boredom behind a desk too small, it was e...sy to see why I enjoyed the soothing, cooling brush of the wind and difficult to understand why anyone wouldn't.On several occasions, I asked a classmate, Nancy Kuhn, to meet me there, but she eventually set me straight."That's a place for boys Will, not girls. You just ought to know better than to ask at all, considering what happened there,". She's moaning and crying out, desperate for the release that is building to explosive heights. "Come", he says to her before grabbing onto her nub and sucking hard. She screams as the most explosive orgasm she has ever had rolls through her body. Her inner muscles clench down onto his fingers, desperate to keep him inside. He laps at her and reduces the speed of her fingers until all the tremors fade away. He sits up, his chin is glistening with her juices and his eyes are as glazed as hers.. Since then, Shawn has tried to find a place where he could stay, until that night when he met Kiyan Roberts. After meeting Shawn, Kiyan felt his old self coming back to life, as the boy decided to give shelter to the little kid and be his friend. Thanks to Shawn, Kiyan has finally opened his eyes as to what he had become, courtesy of his “special buddy”, Hunter Lawrence.The following morning, Kiyan woke up, seeing his little new friend sleeping on a small couch Kiyan had in his room. Kiyan. I felt slightly jealous.He pulled me to my feet, held me close. We kissed, a long lingering kiss. He stepped back, his hands at my waist, gave me a serious look.'Just who gave you that masterclass?' he asked. 'I sincerely hope it wasn't that waiter.'He was trying to look so stern that I couldn't quite stifle a giggle. That did it. He grabbed my arm, pulled me over to the whipping frame. Before I knew it my ankles were being fastened into the leather cuffs. My left arm, then my right, were.