Then I felt his hard dick press against my hole. He told me how much he loved me and this would make me feel his love. Then I felt his dick pushing in...side me. It hurt. I had to tell him how bad it hurt. When I did he said he will go very slow. He did just that. He entered my hole so until I was not in pain any more. The further he want in the better it felt. He would pull out and then in further then before. Soon he was pumping my hole and I felt like I had never felt before. My dick stayed. Never provided me with an explanation. Isn’t love grand, folks? Come Thursday, I went to school early, wanting to see my friends and bask in the ambience of the university campus. I love my school, and hate both my job and the crappy house that I share with some truly lousy and noisy roommates. School is my refuge, seriously. The racist white bozos working downtown look down on me when they see me, a tall young black man in a security uniform. Once I get my criminology degree, I’m going. I stepped inside the office to find Mrs Thompson still lying spread eagled on the desk. Her skirt and blouse were now on the floor as she led in just stockings and heels with her face looking flushed. Mr Rogers was now standing between her open legs stroking his semi-erect cock.I raised my hands to my face as if in shock, but nobody was buying it. Mr Wilson pushed me into the room from behind and I fell to the floor. All three of them laughed before Mr Wilson picked me up off the floor and led. Upon entering the shop, the first words out of Sean's mouth were, "Did she see my boner? -- How fucking embarrassing was that!" Yes," I teased, with a solemn look, "she thought it was, well, ... cute, --that was all, ... small, but cute she said!" Fuck off!" he scoffed, "She probably wants me now! --I'd fuck her, ya know, and like ... you'd never find out about it!" he boasted. "Or maybe she'd want a three way and..." Trust me," I laughed, "the only thing she wants you and me to do together is.