Hum party me dance karne lage to usne mera hath pakad k dance kiya sabb k saamne ye show kiya k hum bro-sis ha bt us ka to pata ni mere dill me bahut ...uch tha uss din se hum fone par chatting karte the bt aise k jaise frnds ho,, aakhirkaar wo din aa hi gaya jabb mujhe uski chut k darshan karne ka moka mill gya us din us k mom dad or mere grandparents town me kisi k ghar jaagran me chale gay or deepa ko mere sath mere ghar chodd gay mere dil me laddo footne lage meine tab sardiyo k din the hum. Rolling us over, he placed his hands under my butt and rose to his knees, pulling me along with him.Gazing down at me, he said, "My God Alex, you are so beautiful," as he pulled my hips up tightly against his, impaling me even deeper on his stiff cock. Leaning back slightly, his hips started a slow, steady rocking motion, his cock stroking gently in and out of me, his eyes gazing into mine. His strokes gradually increased in speed and urgency until, with a final violent thrust, he held me. Toads?? Make them all like him?? No. After all the pondering, Morton decidedthat he would just wish them to like him. He really wasn't a vicious guy. Hewas just tired of all the abuse.At 8:00pm, Morton left the library and headed back towards the main partyroom. He figured the best plan of action was to hide in the kitchen until hemade his wish. He thought that 10:00 would be the best time since by then allthe shots would be gone. Morton walked into the kitchen and again headed tothe far wall.. It felt like no other lover I’d ever known knew my body the way he did, which was ridiculous because this was the first time he was acquainting himself with the most intimate parts of me. It was also terrifying. ‘Please,’ I finally whispered. I needed him inside me, as wrong and dangerous as that was. I hated myself for wanting it, but the desire was too consuming. And, I told myself, I had gone too far already. I’d hate myself later, for now I’d just enjoy it. ‘Just do it already.’ He.