My words were almost a whisper but loud enough for him to hear... "I miss you too, I miss you like crazy." "As much as I would like to ask where when ...nd why, this isn't the time or place to do such." "I agree." "Know that now that you're here, you can't bounce without us knowing." "Time meant nothing?" "Nope, I don't know exactly why you bounced but I can't put the blame all on you like we didn't have a part in it...dig me?" "Like a shovel." he smiled that made me smile, I wrapped my arms. . and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my rectum as she slowly twisted and revolved her finger up inside of me. I was starring directly at my penis and the pee-hole in particular and then at her and her amazing breasts. She then inserted a second finger and moved them to certain sensitive spot up inside of me.“Now just relax, baby-boy” she encouraged, “and allow your body to do what it feels that it needs to do.”The next few minutes. What was the most that could come from it? After exchanging a few messages and just catching up I gave him my number. We started texting and over the next few days our conversations got more and more flirtatious. One night after a happy hour with my coworkers I was feeling tipsy and brave. I brazenly texted him: I’m a little tipsy right now and I wish I could kiss you… Instantly I felt mortified and regretted sending him the text. What if that was too forward? Just then my phone buzzed with a. “What the fuck,” I moaned. It was embarrassingly close to a whimper. “That turned you on?” He didn’t answer and instead collapsed onto the bed on his back. Turning his head to look at me upside down he gestured towards me and said, “Oh like I’m the only one.” I looked down at my waist and noticed I was probably harder than he was. “Ha!” I shouted, throwing my head back. “I’m a fag! I’m a fucking fag.” “I guess we fucked,” he sighed, throwing a bit of the blanket over his face. The way he.