She was staring off into the distance again, but if he gave her something to do she'd do it, and she would still fight if she needed to. She'd be alri...ght; she was always like that after, sometimes for hours. She'd be okay, she had to ... they needed her ... he needed her. Matt paused at the top for the ladder, and hauled the hatch closed. Snow fell on him, and past him, joining a scattering of flakes on the floor of the storeroom. Valerie waited for him at the bottom. He took the bags, put an. Very deliberatly he moved his other hand under my arm, behind my body, so that he was cupping my ass with both of his hands and he tensed his arms just enough so I could tell he wanted me to move forward. I didn't move. Not because I didn't want to; I simply couldn't. I had never felt anything as electrifying as this. He cocked his head a little to the side, still looking at me with that stare that seemed to go right into my soul and pulled me against his body, soft, but very determined. A. .' I looked at the book and realized that it was a small photo album, I looked back at Daryl, who was now standing with only his underwear and t-shirt on. Daryl smiled and said '...go on pick it up and look, I think you might be happy to see how sexy you looked being fucked by them...' Hesitantly I reached out and picked up the book and opened it, there was pictures of other teenage boys from our high school and the neighborhood, and numerous pictures of Daryl being sexed by Charlie, Daniel or. I take a deep breath and exhale. It feels so good. I slowly, tantalizingly, let the tip of my index finger stroke the underside of my cock once again. I feel it pulsing beneath my finger, begging for more if you will. I reach down further now, and pull and massage my aching balls. The smoothness of them is another turn on (yes…I shave). I squeeze them gently, knowing that I am getting ever so much closer. A few minutes of that and I am back to my cock. This time I take my whole hand and push.