I’d love to say that my first experience was awesome; I’d love to say it put me on a path I have never looked back on. But in truth it was scary....I was on the Internet surfing through all the chat rooms. The usual crowd where all on line. By the usual crowd I do not mean the cool gang that I loved hanging round with on the Internet and helped me get through my day, as if they exist. No I mean the desperate guys all looking for a ten-minute textual hand job.?A/S/L,? popped up on the. She loved it as I told her what a whore she was as I slid in and out of her. I grabbed hold of her legs and put them onto my shoulders so I could get me cock as deep inside her as possible. By now her suspenders and stockings where torn as I rough fucked her and I couldn’t take anymore, ‘I’m coming you slut’ I told her when I felt my balls tighten, I was about to shoot my load.I pulled my cock out of her and managed to get the condom off before I felt the first of three massive gushes of cum. He started to stand and saw the boy running at him, grinning widely.Bobby let his left leg collapse and he fell sideways, as if that leg was broken. Then he rolled quickly toward the running brave. Sees Long Distance tripped and went sprawling. He was up before Bobby, and wasn’t grinning any more. Several men in the circle were laughing.The two youths circled, and the Indian boy darted in to lash out with his foot again. Bobby saw it coming and turned sideways, putting his hand under the boy’s. But it made him feel like a pimp, a pimp who has sold his own wife. He wanted to cry but it was not the right place. He didn’t want to show his weakness in front of them, most importantly he didn’t want to show his tears to Arpita. She was being very strong and brave.Finally he stood up and headed outside. The door to the suite closed behind him and he started dragging himself back towards the stairs. His throat was getting choked with pain and he wanted to cry. On his way down he couldn’t stop.