He knows. I don't have to say. He's holding the leash in one hand, gripping my arm with the other. I can't help comparing his decisive grip with how J...e touches me. Where Joe is tender and gentle, this man's grip is firm: not rough, not violent just very controlled, very measured, and very determined that I should do as he wants. Why do I find it so hard to be really aroused by Joe's loving touch when this man's grip makes me so wet?He steps away from me, turns his back and says, "Come along,. I would tell each of them that they needed to be quiet, and if they heard anything from my bedroom that night, they needed to pretend not to hear. I was going to make Tony feel better after his spanking. If I got caught, I would get it too and Tony would get it again.They would understand and rush off to bed thankful for their older brother and sister. (Yeah, I had some delusions of grandeur in my fantasies, but give me a break. I was eleven years old).As I headed back to my room to go to bed,. " I shrugged my shoulders more or less in agreement.He pushed the magazines out of the way and moved closer crawling on his knees till he was right in front of me, our cocks nearly tip to tip. He began by running his fingers around the head and the tip as he explored. My cock jumped at his touch, it felt wonderful and as he wrapped his hand around it I reached out taking his stiff rod in my hand. He moaned and said "Oh I like this, it feels great doesn't it." I smiled and said "Yeah it does. Dreaming about making cocks cum and tasting their jizz. Dreaming about being cummed on and having my mouth used.Our school had an LGBT club that met after school, right around the football practice times. I always made excuses to pass by, to feel a connection and to see who was there. It didn’t take long for a boy at those meetings to notice that I had past several times and was always sneaking looks their way. Days past, weeks even with nothing more than a glance here or there, our eyes.