”She laughed, “Many boys would never ever say that, even if it was true.”“Have you had a lot of boyfriends?”“Ain’t tellin’. You’re h...re now. That’s all that matters.”“I’m just a little curious.”“Okay, I’ve had three… real boyfriends. I’m not with any of them now, I’m with you. That’s all you need to know.”“Fair enough.” I kissed her. “You said you sometimes… do that in a row by yourself.”She smiled, “Yes, sometimes.”“A lot?”“Sometimes.”“How much is sometimes?”“Sometimes.”“Show me. I want to see. One time, at a bus stop, a stranger did the stroking. I took off my clothes and sat on the bench with my swollen, engorged, throbbing, hard cock quivering at attention, precum soaking my belly and pubic hair. A woman gave me a hand job right there. The excitement of being watched by a crowd of people, while a stranger stroked my cock caused me to erupt in a geyser of jism. The woman caught it in her mouth and then used her tongue to clean the cum from my shaft. Last summer at the park, I sat. "Jackson, Peter Jackson," Basher said with a sneer. "Has the nerve to take an English story and high-jack it to the southern hemisphere. Tolkien's part of our cultural legacy," he snapped, "what's a New Zealander doing filming it down there? He should have brought it here. Heaven knows his parents were English! Disgraceful." He seemed to calm down a little. "Can she get you a drink?"I shook my head, "Sorry Basher, I can't stop," I said. "I'm seeing Freddie." Fair enough," said Snell. "Tell him. But Aaron had been touching her since she was 12 and had gradually moved up to full sex. The first time was shortly after her 17th birthday. He felt then that she was 'old enough.' He was in love with her, in some sick twisted way. Obsessed with her, even.Alex, on the other hand, just liked fucking her because he knew she hated it and he knew she hated him. And he was a control freak, a fucking pervert, and a horny teenage boy who liked to get off as much and as hard as possible. And he had.