I’ve been waiting for it for what seems like forever and now that it’s here I don’t want it to end.’ ‘Well, why not?’ I asked. ‘Well, I ...hought I did everything I wanted to do here, but I realized I really haven’t.’ ‘What haven’t you done?’ I said. ‘You’ll see soon,’ he said with a smile, getting up and walking away. The next week, after graduation, I got a text from John, asking me what I planned to do that day. After telling him I had nothing planned, he asked if I wanted to hang out. I said. He was breathing hard, and his cock bounced out of his underwear. he was fully erect and so anxious, he was all red and dripping with precumI adore precumhe wasn’t too big, pretty normal, which is fine by me. boys? I love you, but you guys worry way too much about that kind of thing. A big dick is always nice, sometimes really nice, but your typical dick is more than enough. I told him he was beautiful and I thanked him for showing me his cock. I pressed my nose up against the shaft and then. I figured that I would stick with it for another six months and then jack it all in. Well, that was the plan.Once again time passed. I settled down to an enjoyable new lifestyle, as far as the people at work were concerned nothing much had changed. I'd moved into an old farm where I'd told them that it had very little land but in fact it had two hundred and fifty acres. That didn't make me a farmer, just a landowner. I was renting it out to the real farmers who lived around me at little more. All the photos in all the magazines in the world could do this view no justice, I think. Your sight, your scent, your wet, creamy feel to my tongue, that gets you jumping up with a sudden scream that you immediately muffle, then lowering yourself for your torture to my lips and naughty tongue, holding me in heaven.You are so creamy, you add a clicking sound to my every inguinal thrust. You become a natural synopsis of sensations, all in tune with each other, releasing moans, glottal stops,.