I tense up when things get real. I build the walls up around me even thicker. I don’t admit feelings, I deny their existence. I don’t fall in love...because I don’t want to feel the pain of being hurt. Six months is a long fucking time for me.He’s my Dom, my Daddy, my Sir, my boyfriend and my rock. He’s allowed me to feel and be me. He doesn’t judge me for my faults. He loves me for them. He’s been the first person to breakdown my wall…hell he shattered it.As many of you already know, I am in a. I wasn’t upset but I would have liked to know he was going to do that.Then he said I waited a minute or two he would suck mine for me – he was a bit winded from cumming and I said fine and began to stroke myself again – not that it needed to be kept stiff it had stayed stiff all the time I was sucking him.After a couple of minutes he got down on me and I enjoyed my first experience of getting my cock sucked and it felt fantastic. The feeling of my cock in his warm wet mouth and the sensation of. But then I'd sort of resented it for a little while, since I thought I'd looked like a pumpkin for a couple years. Now that I didn't though, so I sort of liked it again cause I didn't look like a pumpkin at all."I have to write a paper for civics." We were eating supper, just me and my dad. My brother, who was fifteen, had basketball practice. He'd had a growth spurt at about fourteen as well, and now he was almost six feet tall and sort of clumsy. He was a good basketball player though, when. His slight shyness made him even more desirable.It was a dinner date, so we ate and talked about anything but our personal sexual desires. When they were comfortable enough, Hiroko asked me directly if I could give her husband a massage. Of course! Dishes cleared, in the living room, Chihiro sat on a backless sofa, with me behind him. I started just massaging his shoulders through his shirt. eventually I could feel him relaxing, and Hiroko sitting in front of him, giving him the occasional sip.