You could set the standard, lead the way to the future of gay manhood, with a group of perhaps seven to ten men. It could also form the backbone of yo...ur militia unit, much like the Theban Sacred Band. Though that’s just a germ of an idea at this stage. Still not sure about that, but the idea of a Gay Blade Brigade has a certain appeal, doesn’t it, whether practical or not? You’d still interact with us, of course, and you could raise certain children together, so this would be great practice for. He holds his prick out in front of him as if he is trying to piss but nothing comes out. “You owe me.” He seems intimidated by the tone of my voice. I decide to take the bull by the horns. Or rather his horn. “What the matter? Doesn’t it work?” I taunt. His cock, already semi-erect stiffens in my hand. I pull him towards me by his cock. This is the final straw. He lunges at me. He is quicker, stronger and more determined than I expect. He pushes me against a tree and forces his lips. In the night she messaged me, like usually, she use to do but since I was not having the courage to talk, I didn’t reply to her messages, she even called me but I didn’t receive her calls and whole night I was thinking about the evening scenario, next day I saw many missed calls & messages from her so I reverted her but she didn’t answer my call. I got unhappy and occupied with the other stuff. At 2 pm in the evening I got a call from her, I answered and she told me to meet me at our Adda. I just couldn't not look, I had to. She suddenly turned around and saw that might have "grown a little" and smiled at me. "all good" she suddenly said and went to clean the bath- and bedroom, my mind still thinking about"I should just......". Now, my desk is located right at the garden door, which means I can see into the bedroom through a little window in the hallway. The curtain is always closed but when she placed the hover there it pushed the curtain to the side a little. Which meant I.