"Me too, Stacey," I replied. "But it wasn't all awful, was it?"Stacey looked at me. Then he began to giggle. "No. Not all of it," hemanaged to say....I liked the parts when I shot that creamy stuff out of my penis,didn't you?" I inquired."He was good at that, wasn't he? For a gay man, I mean. Had you evershot your stuff before?" Never," I admitted. "But I would like to do it some more. With agirl, I mean."Stacey nodded. Then he said something very wise. "Maybe we need topractice doing. "Do you want me to stop?" "Please don't," she says, and I bite her neck. The more I touch her, the more she rolls her hips in appreciation. I'm trying to focus on kissing her, but I can't escape the feeling of her ass pressing into my lap. Chanel's legs part slightly, and I go for it. I move my hand over her hip, reach down between her thighs, and cup her barely covered pussy. "Ah!" Chanel gasps, and I can feel her nails on my skin. She's so fucking warm around my fingers. "We can't do this. It was heavenly. As I reached the base of her spine I darted my tongue into the top of the crevice between her buttocks but I didn’t want to go deep just yet. I wanted to try to bring Caroline to orgasm just by stimulating her anus and her tits. If I could do that, and she enjoyed it, it would prepare her well for her later anal initiation with eight and a half inches of my cock. Still licking her body at the base of the spine and the top of her buttocks, my hands caressed her bottom cheeks. I'm talking about a part of my body -specifically my dick. The love part? Well it sure is nice to have it toplay with when I'm in bed at night or in the shower in the morning. Thehate part? Well, its size and the way it looks. Like, when I was in the8th grade it was small enough that I could stick it back down between mylegs and cover it up with my panties and kind of, like, pretend that itdidn't exist - except when I wanted to play with it, of course. Butduring my high school years it got.