He felt a little embarrassed to be walking around, holding hands with a guy, but he just smiled to himself as he reminded himself that holding hands w...sn't anything next to kissing. Besides, it was Angel in that body, and that made all the difference. Once Marcus thought this through, he felt warm and happy inside, comforted by being so close to Angel. He smiled even more as he grasped her hand tighter.-------------------- When lunch had finally come, Marcus found himself sitting at a cafe. His hazel eyes soon focused downward and I could tell he was becomingengrossed with that nice cock of his. His hand was soon cupping his nutsand he spent a few seconds alternatively cupping and yanking them. Sureenough, I could see the first signs of his penis hardening. It bobbed withhis heartbeat and soon he was flexing it, filling it with more of hisboiling-hot teen blood. His dark red, almost purple, cock-head started topoke out of its foreskin `shell.' He took his hand and slowly. An unmistakable notion tormented Len Ske’s mind. He liked it all. That was unacceptable, Len Slye was no homo, he couldn’t be a faggot.Leonard Slye drifted into a nightmarish sleep.Bang, bang, bang the pounding on the door interrupted a dream or nightmare. Leonard jumped to his feet, searched for his gun, and remembered it had been taken from him. Snatching his pajamas, from his open suitcase, he pulled on the PJ bottoms. Collection himself, he walked to the door.“Yes, what is it?”“It’s Sheriff. I knelt in a comfortable position in front of the bed with the pictures spread in front of me and my rigid cock now ached to be touched and caressed by my own hands. Slowly I closed my hand over my cock feeling the heat of the organ through the thin lace material of the panties that were already becoming wet from my pre-cum. Then, with my other hand I slid the vibrator underneath myself until it was just below my arsehole. Pulling the panties aside at the back I eased the head of the toy up.