I kept at that for what felt like a half hour, but, what was, probably, about five minutes. I wanted to change positions, but, I felt like missionary ...as the "making love" position. I said to myself, Oh, to Hell with it. I pulled out of her, stood up on my knees, and pulled her legs up, so that her ankles were next to my ears. I reinserted my cock into her, held her legs together in front of me, and began moving again, pistoning my cock in and out of her. I could see her face, mouth open, hands. He grabbed my hips and forced his black rod inside me."Fuck!" I screamed, and I started to moan half in pain, half in pleasure. He fed his thick cock deeper inside me, stretching my hole to the max, until he got every inch of his black cock inside me. I immediately came, and squirted it all over his kitchen floor. He started to thrust in and out, now rocking back and forth, punishing my smooth white hole. "Give me your black cock!" I screamed, and he fucked harder. His muscled sweaty legs were. Just not in the way I thought. "So, have you ever thought of doing anything... with another boy your age?" I nearly choke on my own coughing fit he's just induced. "What?" "You know, anything... in-particular, with another guy?" His motion with a hand, and what I can only imagine he's trying to make out is a wank, or even a blowjob, I don't know, he's definitely rusty at this stuff. "Not really. No" "'Not really.'"? He repeats my words. "Doesn't sound too convincing" "Well... This one time". Absent that knowledge I’d have leaped at her offer without a second thought, but now I couldn’t.“No, it’s okay. I’d love it, but I don’t think you’re a hundred percent ready yet. Besides, it would be over so quickly that it would seem like we’d barely started, and I don’t want that. Let’s wait, okay?”She looked very surprised, but I could feel a wave of relief, coupled with a pang of regret, swirl in her mind. “Jon, are you sure? I really would like…”“I’m sure. When it happens – and I really.