He never forgot himself completely, but he never realized he was only prolonging his agony. His determination to not pleasure his own flesh only serve... in keeping him horny as hell. Whenever he was lucid, he started praying fervently, but after a time he would stray from the straight and narrow again. Finally exhausted from the battle against his flesh, he fell asleep. The poppy juice was long gone from his system, but his own fevered thoughts were enough to make him dream of her in a most. Telling them we were going for a hike to give us some time for some friend time. Knowing we had good cover and a fair amount of time, I didn't hesitate to go straight for what I have been wanting since we all arrived to the camp grounds. Greg had on a pair of black basketball shorts which he pulled off quickly without me asking. Underneath a pair of tight boxer briefs which proudly showed off his already hard 7 inch cock. I dropped to my knees with him leaning against a tree and grabbed the. He smiled at the word his father had chosen, outsized. He smacked his erection and watched it bounce and jerk. Just the right size, he thought, the right size to produce screams of pleasure. He was sure girls would love it.Billy was a 15-year-old who masturbated to ejaculation at least twice a day, sometimes unconsciously in his sleep. His mother had noticed the stains more than a year before and said she understood that it was a sign of his maturing but that he should try not to soil his. .the same bed she fucked her young lover on for two straight days while he was away on business, working hard, and earning money that she would spend to turn herself into a slut to get some random cock. He came back from that business trip before she was even done with her young lover. He walked in the house and immediately heard her porn-like moaning and screaming and a constant thumping from the bed upstairs. He stood in the foyer, his cock immediately going stiff as he listened to his wife.