"Oh. That."He lifted his eyes from the box. Elyse stood there in her robe, her expression at first calm, then apologetic. She seemed to be waiting for... him to speak."Please don't go."His voice sounded so small, as though he barely had the air to make the words come. He wanted her to move closer, to take the box and hurl it into the trash and assure him she could never go to him again. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was. ..''''you ever tought about it?''''you sure about this? you look young and a cute boy why asking someone old like me?''''i dont know, i like to please and make ppl happy, especially if you dont get suck often''''damn boy you really starting to make me think about it''''maybe we can park and you relax ....''''it needs to be very quiet im not gay''finding a quiet spot in a empty street the passenger seat slide as back as possible , looking at me undress in my cute white spandex boyshort ''fuck. Dimly she wondered if this was really what she had wanted. The evening filled up in a haze of cocks thrusting into her body, orgasm after orgasm until she was sobbing and begging for a break. Her holes felt gaping and sore... when the guys thought that they'd gotten too sloppy they carried her into the bathroom where they pushed a hose into her pussy and ass, filling her with warm water and making her shriek with discomfort. When they felt she was clean they dried her off and began her. Still, on Kenny, he looked beautiful, all tan, smooth-chested, and having a 6 pak, even in those days. His long, curly brown hair hung down to his shoulders all the way around, and all he had to do was shake it in the morning, and he looked fine — fuck, he WAS fine. Sometimes, I would bring along my, then, best-friend, whom we’ll call Mel. Mel was “out of the closet” with me, and we had “fooled around” a little in the past, but you wouldn’t call us “lovers” in any way, shape, or form. I.