”“Haven’t thought of that.” He had decided that a 1931 or`32 roadster was what he wanted.“You are going to get some clothes, you know, a lot...of clothes, shirts and pants and not much else,” she said with a smile. “You’ve just about outgrown everything.”“I know and underwear too.” He stuck his arm out to show how short the sweater sleeve was.“How’s the collecting going?” asked his father.“Pretty good. The Star calendar helps. I haven’t counted it up, but I think I’ve gotten ten or twelve dollars. I put the word cabin in quotes because it's more like a resort, with a pool, hot-tub, two-floors and basement, billard table... everything you could ever want in the rustic woods. And since I'm his lead producer and he's a good friend, he lets me use it.This time was going to be a little different though. We were going to be sharing the cabin with Eric and his wife... something I was really looking forward to. My boss's wife (we'll call her Sarah) is a former girlfriend of mine. We dated. My head cleared enough so that I knew I was enjoying the wonderful feeling of the heat from his cock deep inside me and from the warmth from his body on my back. I was also hard as a rock as my uncut cock was flattened under me and crushed into the bed sheets. I felt really turned on and curious to feel what it would be like to actually get fucked. I surprised myself by feeling that I wanted to make the cock in my ass feel good and to experience what it would be like when I felt a hot load. The harder I squeezed. I held his neck tightly like a tiger grasping a deer's neck. And then there was my humiliating dirty talk into his ear. “I’m gonna show you what being a man feels like”“I’m gonna fuck you real good little boy”. “Gimme that fucking pussy you little boy”“I’m gonna pump your little fuzzy twat full of hot cum”. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long little boy”“You’re my little twink now”. I pumped Sean so deep I could have impaled him. He seemed to enjoy my sado masochistic.