He convinced me to masturbate and I did that. I knew I was changing. Months went and he never made a real move physically other than chats. Our phone ...sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it but after a few days I gave up.I once asked why he didn’t want to do anything. He replied he wanted me to beg for it. I knew I wouldn’t do that. But after a few months, I changed. He changed me. I started staring at hot guys, got horny very. He pulled it out and got the third rod, which was thicker still, in the haze, through the stars floating around me, I remember thinking this might hurt! It went in, and it was tight, it got about half way, which I was surprised about anyway! He kept playing, using it in, it was so tight, I was all over the place, dizzy, high, close to falling asleep, when he started to really stroke me hard and fast with the rod still inside, he pushed the rod in a little more, then a little more. Almost all. “Here,” I say, turning to the extinct animals section, “this is what he says he was hunting. What got him in the chest and broke his ribs.”“Aurochs,” Danny reads. He turns to Hugo. “You hunted this?”“Yes, when I am hurt,” says Hugo. He reaches over to turn the page to the mammoth drawing. “And this, other time. Many others, pictures here.”Now Danny’s looking at Hugo a good deal closer, I think looking for something different about him. But there isn’t really anything, I’ve looked a lot closer. With my mother still in the bathroom, I decided to handle it as fast as I could. There was no choice. With my raging hard cock freed, I stroked rapidly. When I heard the water running in the bathroom, I went even faster. My mother would be coming out soon. It wasn't long before I came and I quickly wiped it away with a nearby tissue paper and threw it in the trash.I heard the bathroom door open and I tried my best to look relaxed. My heart was still pounding, and for some reason I was still.