So at home, I told no one of my day and tried to remember what had brought it on in the first place to no such luck. I was very confused at how to br...ng about the great rise again. Of course not knowing that I needed more than just to think about it to bring it around. I eventually gave up my endeavor and ate and played video games and what not until I went to take a shower. It was in the shower that I discovered what makes it all work. I was showering up like usual and I thought of my. It rubbed against my asshole. He begged me to let him fuck me. He kissed me tenderly on the neck and back, and rubbed my tits. My nipples got big and hard and tender. His cock was wet with precum and he put it to my ass hole and pushed and the head of it popped my asshole open and I felt a flash of pain. I muffled my cries in my pillow as he pushed his cock further into my ass. He was gentle but it still hurt, but than after he had it buried balls deep in my ass, I could feel his hairy balls. In my capacity as an unknown scribe of dubious lineage, I will attempt to relate the incident that took place in the Hampshire manor shortly after a harsh and snowy Christmas of no particular significance. Early in my life, I was reluctantly slotted to take Holy Orders by my biological father who considered me an embarrassment to his lawfully wed spouse and children. I remember at the time that I had no particular opinion in the matter, just a desire to follow his instructions with the least. Sometimes even a long, thick cucumber would do. He wasn't a leading man as far as looks go but he had boyish charm. A Japanese mother and Italian father gave him distinctive features. Jon had a slender body type surprisingly free of body hair. Long fingers which he never liked before but now he found came in quite handy. Ink black eyes fringed with long lashes. If his hair was any longer he'd be mistaken for a female, surely. He loved to style his hair in all kind of crazy ways. He wore his.