’ There, I said it. I got it off my chest and I couldn’t take it back. A pause. It felt like eternity. ‘Are you hot?’ A typical question from ...someone like him, I thought to myself as he chuckled. ‘I can be whatever you want me to be.’ And I did want to be whatever he wanted me to be. I wanted him to take control of me, to mesmerize me with those piercing eyes. We continued to talk for a few minutes, him trying desperately to find out who I was. Finally, I told him…and he laughed in my face. After awhile, doggie came over and sat near my legs, his tongue out and panting. I looked down at him, a little pink tip of his cock was sticking out of his sheath! I had never seen a cock before, or any other for that matter except Dad’s by accident, only the quickest glimpse mind you, once or twice when he was in the loo. But doggie, uninhibited, sat there, panting and the tip of his doggie dick pulsing out of its sheath. It was fascinating to watch and I put down my pencil. It was like. " We begin to touch one another. Rubbing each other between our inner thighs, moving gently over your shorts; feeling that warmth of your mound, that would feel so soft between my lips, as I think of kissing and gently sucking your clit. I begin to run my hands over your thin top, feeling your hardened nipples; I can feel myself growing more and more wet, and I feel that you are too. But, damn that anticipation is making me want to tear at your clothes, to get them off, because I know I want to. They were grinning ... bending down and tearing something ... ripping and grinding it ... each one came up with something meaty and dripping ... he could see them swallow in the moonlight and grin at each other ... hair rough and shaggy around stiff collars.They were man sized but he knew they weren't men. They looked his way but he must have been downwind and in shadows because they both dragged a dirty sleeve across a dripping mouth and bent to rip and tear again. This time ... when they came.