Kelli smiled, patted my head, and ask if she could get me anything else before she went back to bed. I asked her for a blanket. It was cold in the cel...lar and, besides being naked, I found losing my balls and Kelli’s recent revelations to be particularly. She pulled out an old quilt stored on a shelf in the pantry and covered me. Then she bid me a good night and returned to her lover’s arms, leaving me to mourn the death of my manhood alone.By morning, Carlos examined my ball sac, stood up, and. .mmmmmm all day between the random cool black guy, who kept me sucking until his shift was donemy belly full of cum, getting in the gaz station to get the xl trojan condomthe clerk looking at me get back in the truck soon at the city depot walk behind in a closed bathroomdoor locked geting the fat cock in the condom i just bought to be fuck, sucking it wet help by him ass up on the toilet , his big cock head help insidepushing deep and out''my god you so tight boy, slow take it slow in that. I just cared about now. "What do you do when that happens?" I asked, praying she'd kiss me."I have never given in to the temptation. I have always been the professional." She half smiled, but her eyes were saying that she didn't want to be the professional now, that she wanted her arousal to take over this time. "I don't know why, but I feel I can confess to you..." she looked away again... "that I have masturbated lying exactly where you are now."Her confession instantly put that picture in my. And I knew that I was going to be doing a lot more mauling of tits, and a lot more eating out girls. That weekend I had been scheduled to go to a FFA conference for the state that I lived in. This sounds kind of gay, but it was either the conference or 3 weeks of detentions for punching out a guy who had given me a "wet willy." I knew exactly what I was going to do at this conference. I was going to introduce myself to all the girls there and flirt with them silly until they let me get what.