We exchanged phone numbers and I told him I’d text him soon. I walked home thinking about boat sex.By the time I got home, I was very horny and deci...ed to text him.Me: Hey, Captain DavidCD: Hello, is this my oyster friend?Me: Yes, it is captainCD: Well, helloMe: Whatcha doing, Captain David?CD: On my boat with scotch thinking about you Me: Oh, really, Captain David?CD: Yes and you can just call me Captain. What you doing?Me: I’m drunk and thinking about my CaptainCD: I wish you were here. Why. I was starting to panic and went to use the bathroom to buy myself sometime. I desperately wanted a cigarette but I didn't want my breath tosmell of smoke when my lips were being worked on, and as I sat on thetoilet peeing I took time to try and pull on the underside of my bra totry and make it more comfortable. I sat there for a few minutes beforedeciding I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer, and made my wayto the lip filler part of the salon to accept my fate.The girl who was carrying. The ravages of puberty had well and truly taken hold.His body had changed dramatically.And for the first time perhaps, he had cause for enthusiasm. Because hiswish was not fantastical or supernatural. It was something very real.Something tangible. It was something he could actually action andeffect. As soon as he could work out how.Yes, as Liam blew out the candles on his 15th birthday, he ferventlywished with all his heart that he would be dead; before he ever had toblow out birthday candles. I began roughly fucking his throat and Branden caught the hint, gagging on my dick as if it were the greatest thing since sliced bread. I stroked his hair and patted his head, much to Jock’s horror as he watched one of his boyfriends deep-throating me.“Attaboy. No more insults from you. Careful with the teeth. My mother’s an immortal Goddess. Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love. You might have heard of her. She wouldn’t take kindly to you biting my prick. I’ll consider this to be your apology.