’ I listened but I didn’t contribute. Instead, I allowed my thoughts to drift back a few hours, to our day at Disneyland. Landon and I had fucked ...three times in the course of the day. Once on Pirates of the Caribbean, once on Indiana Jones, and then the grand finale in the Haunted Mansion. Intense, blistering orgasm had coursed through our bodies just as we passed the six talking heads in the graveyard. They’ll never look anything but voyeuristic. Of course, Chris, Josh and Chase didn’t’t know. I was so tired of masturbating to gay sex, I was ready to have some fun. I responded to the add and dauntlessly waited for him to respond. Refresh button clicked every second. 30 minutes passed and I gave up hope. I checked my email one last time, and I couldn't believe it. There was his email, I clicked right away. His message said he could host me, and show me the ropes a little bit. I was so worried and scared to respond. But my dick was so hard and my mind shut off for a second. I. He now reached the entrance of my throat.Weirdly, I was not gagging even though my throat had been transformedinto a pussy for his using.A warmth spread through me, and a wetness appeared in my pants: I wasmade for this, and the fulfilment of my purpose gave me a reward, apleasure for myself.Suddenly, he took control of the situation. The sobbing sissy had nowdisappeared, instead there was a manly man. He stopped his fucking for asecond, withdrawing after speeding for a few thrusts. He stroked. She didn’t know what was to become of her. All that she knew and loved was gone, replaced by masked men who invaded her private spots and caused her great pain. She wanted to die, no, she wanted to be free from this place. A sudden bash on the door sent Cole flying to his bed across from Kylie’s. Two stocky men dressed in black leather, their vests adorned with silver studs and metal chain that swayed as they walked in. They glanced over towards Cole, then to Kylie. The smaller of the two.