‘You’re just a kid,’ I said. ‘Just a boy. I’m not.’ ‘I know,’ he said. ‘You don’t get it. I’m older than time. I’m just a co...nduit. This body’s a false prophet.’ ‘They say you’re mad,’ he teased, but there was truth in his voice. ‘Mad as Cassandra.’ He grazed my neck. ‘I wanna go to the dark side.’ ‘That’s the thing about men.’ I gripped his dick and squeezed. He moaned. ‘Always thinking with their little men.’ He took my hand. ‘You like it kind of rough.’ ‘I don’t like it all,’ I. My cock was so hard it hurt. Sabrina put a piece of spaghetti in her mouth and sucked it in. I thought it was gross a couple of weeks ago. But now I was straining to sit still, as she sucked another piece through her pouty lips. With sauce dripping down her chin, she caught sight of me staring at her and said, "What's your problem, Shit?" You're gross." Oh, am I, Shit?" She replied, as she sucked another in, and took her finger and wiped the sauce that had dripped down her chin off, then stuck. I was rewarded with a head shake. “You would not believe some of the antics I've seen people pull. Seriously, human beings are absolutely ridiculous creatures.”' It was only slightly difficult to pull my keys out of my right pocket with my left hand, but once I did, I slide the lone gold one into the lock on my door. “We should put them all in a petting zoo or something. Honestly, it'd...” The door swung open quickly without my influence, knocking me off balance. Had I not bumped into. He was 18, a swimmer tall with a chiselled physique. I was 17, shorter, petite and was also a swimmer but I never developed like Scott. Growing up together, we discovered sex together by seeing dirty movies or magazines. We also went from seeing each other naked to masturbating in front of each other to me jerking him off then to me giving him blow jobs. I developed a crush on Scott and wanted to take it to the next level with kissing and him fucking me in the ass but he wasnt comfortable with.