I could use my hands. Please let me try. I love your cock”.If the k** truly loved my cock, what could I say? “Come around the corner into the alle..., Sueno. I will give you a try”.We went into the shadowed alley and I unfastened my pants to release my cock. Just thinking about this little angelic being had me partially hard. He stared at it and reached forward to grasp it. He spit on his hands and began stroking me. I swear that is the biggest and hardest my cock had ever been. Soon I was. Sometimes lit with laughter, other times shuttered and shaded and filled with pain. I’ve seen the glint of tears more than once. And all I want to do is hold him, cradle him against me and draw his pain into myself, and infuse my strength and hope into him. But I can’t. He says that no one was there to catch him when he fell. He’s right. Yet my being there to help him back up means nothing. It’s too late, or so he says. I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it, or I might as well start digging. Not too soon. Hopefully not until right at the end. Or at least very close to it. Switching gears he said, “You mentioned that after you had been with the second guy you had sex with you were with more guys who were older than you.” “Yes.” “And a couple who were a lot older?” “Yes, Sir.” “Tell me about one of them.” “Yes, Sir. Any one?” He thumped out the ashes into the ashtray and took another drag off his cigarette. He exhaled and run his hand over his chin. Then he took another drag. . Thinking of other things I tried holding off from cumming. When my dick twitched he squeezed my balls tighter, the pain snapped me out of that feeling. He stopped stroking and rubbed my butt. Pressing my legs to my chest, I reached down and pulled my butt cheeks apart giving him full access to my hole hoping he'd fill it. Knowing what I wanted he gave me a hard smack that stung, which made me gasp. Using my feet he pushed up till my butt was off the desk. "I want to watch you stroke yourself ".