"And that is what she did. Brenda gave my mother her usual page boy stylewith under turned flips. My hair was a confection of styling gel andhairspray... which sat on my head like a fluffy helmet. Miss Vickie told meto stand next to my mother. We both looked in the mirror at a mother anda daughter who had just had their hair done at an elegant salon. Exceptthe daughter is really a son. I felt like crying but mother saw that andimmediately said, "Don't you dare cry. You will ruin your makeup."All. The folds of meaty pockets filled with pre cum.I let my grip slide down with an envious show of foreskin thinning and allowing the cock head merge so royally. The rounded hole on top looked so perfectly drilled and glistening with silky pre cum, lower end of fist quickly hitting the point where the awesome looking male meat was emerging out of the body.I pulled the foreskin upward again making the shiny knob to disappear in the so flexible cover uuuuuh God! What a fucking pleasuring intense. His hand found its way to my raging cock, ‘nice big cock’ he said, his words arousing me more than I already was. His mouth worked its way down my front, licking and kissing as he moved towards my cock. His mouth found my cock and I started getting the best blow job of my life, nothing any woman did was like this guy. The way he used his tongue, his hand, his lips was just out of this world. He sucked and sucked and kept telling me how good I felt in his mouth. he looked up into my eyes and. It hurt that he didn’t look up at me. My book wasn’t on the shelves. ‘Smart librarians’ I thought, ‘They knew I wanted it more than anyone in the school, they put it away for me!’ I asked one of the ladies where it was and was so kindly told someone had already taken it out. The air left my chest. ‘Who?’ ‘Um… Blake.’ Like a horror movie I turned to look at him as he flipped a page. The cover lifted and I saw my beloved book in his hands. All the rest of the day I heard people talking about him.