.. I sighed. You couldn’t have everything, here. The soup would still be good, and the rabbits would make a nice stew. I sat down on a log and ate s...me of the food I was carrying with me and used the peaceful moment to sense my surroundings a bit more.While turning my attention further north, I suddenly had problems swallowing the bread I had been eating.During my visits around this large forest I had always done my best to avoid any other visitors, even if I had no idea who they were and what. "Ron didn't move. He just looked at my cock. I waited .... A minute or two passed. "Ron, you OK?" Yes, but .... I .... " You've thought about doing 'it' for a long time, right?" Yes, but ...." You've fantasized about this moment, and becoming a 'gay cocksucker' for years! Right?" Yes, but ...." Then now is the time. Just by thinking about it, and wanting it, makes you a 'cocksucker.' All that's left is to follow through and do it! ... Touch my cock, Ron. Point it at your mouth. . . would it be too much for her?As Ted arrived at home that night, he wondered what was next.Every Friday had become an adventure. It was a Friday when Jane had first asked him to start squeezing her breasts. It was a Friday when she had first given him the book of all her outfits and asked him to choose what she wore all the time.God that was hot! he thought to himself. Ted had to adjust the growing erection in his pants.Of course, Ted wondered, what's the deal with Fridays? But, as always, he. Unaccustomed to the quite mountain life, their youngest son had decided to follow his elder brother’s example and began buckling down in his studies. He’d worked hard but even after three years working under her strict schedule, it had been a sports-scholarship that had bought him a place in Cambridge University. She had been so proud the day his letter of acceptance arrived, now she couldn’t remember why. In the darkening twilight, she watched him vanish into the evening’s bright pink and.