”Mouse leaned toward Karl. “Again, so what? And you should try putting your mouth on a cock, at least once. I can tell you’d like it.”“Get t...e fuck out of my face, bitch, or I’ll mess you up.”Mouse withdrew, but he laughed in the same lazy way he seemed to do everything. Francesco didn’t want to think how it would feel to be on top of that guy, with his long legs wrapped around him. He had a feeling it would be everything. “Chillax, mate. We’re in this shit together. You should know.”Francesco. I didn’t move for a couple of minutes, she turned her face to mine, and we began to kiss, hardening me to a straining point while she massaged my cock with her ass. She broke the kiss and said, “Okay, let’s continue. I want you to fuck my ass. Pour more oil down there and massage me with your fingers and make your way down.” I sat up and she lay back down on her folded arms, her head turned to the left side. I poured oil on my hands over her ass and let some drool down over my cock and her. After I had my first orgasm with Ron, I was pretty much insatiable. I still had no clue how to satisfy myself; that is to say I had no idea I could jack myself off. I only thought that Ron possessed this magical power. However, it seemed my dick was perpetually hard as all twelve year old boys are. And I could not stop thinking about sex: in the classroom, on the paper route, doing my homework, I was a wreck. I was constantly playing with my dick and sticking things in my ass. You name it, it. .Let me tell you a story.I think those are among the most wonderful phrases in the world. Withjust those six words, a person can be prepared to be transported toanother world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a reallife event.Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you canjudge.My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doingall that well.I had been struggling with my gender for as long as I could remember, butit seemed like lately I.