’ ‘Then why don’t you baby?’ you respond between licks at my aching balls. ‘I dunno. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to think... I don’t respect you.’ ‘Mmmmm,’ you moan, pulling me out of your mouth again. ‘What if I want you to hurt me a little?….What if I want to be a little slut for you sometimes?’ Your words nearly bring me to the edge. ‘Oh God, Baby.’ I whisper, letting you know I love the idea. ‘I want you to come for me, baby.’ You moan, as your mouth engulfs one of my balls. She was also quite harsh in manner. I moved in and we had thankfully very little to do with each.Until one Friday night when I came home a little earlier than usual. Had just turn on the TV when it knocked on the connection door. "Hello home early in the evening, what’s up," she said and stepped inside. "Nothing, I am a bit tired" I tried to be left undisturbed. She sat down in my only chair, and then I saw how she was dressed! The shortest skirt I've seen with black panties. It will be tough. He didn't know that I had on pink panties and a bra underneath. It was surprising how few people suspected that I was gay, and how even fewer knew. Steve knew, but he hadn't taken me yet, not even orally. I had confessed to him on our last date."I've known since the first day of school," he acknowledged. "I knew for sure the first time we took gym class together. You were the one guy who made a point of not checking out anyone else's goods. I got an eye for that kind of thing. I pegged you. My sister told me on several occasions I called out her name in my sleep. I didn't even dare record these thougfhts in my diary for fear of my brother or perhaps one of my parents should find it and read it. What would they think of me? Perhaps they would blame Rachel for "seducing" me. I couldn't take that chance and kept all those thoughts locked up in my mind. My masturbation bacame daily, several times a day actually. In the morning before my sister woke up I masturbated under the bed.