‘Yeah,mate,fuck his dirty queer mouth’ and ‘Oh,that dirty fuckin’ perv’,he loving ya big cock,make ‘im gag on it’ Shit,what kinda dirty ...perv’ was I?I was noshin’ down on this slimy smelly teen-cock like a baby on a tit,and loving it! ‘Nasty fucking queer,had this big knob up me lass’s twat tonight,lick her fuckin’ cunt-juices off me knob’ Hmmm,so THAT was that weird taste! I could hear a bit of fumbling and I realised the other lads had got their rock-hard cocks outa their trackies and they. Even though she was really a second cousin once removed, or something like that, I felt a bit uncomfortable when I realized how physically attracted I was to her. Fran developed a gorgeous figure as a sixteen-year-old. As little kids, our mothers used to bathe us together, as a teenager, she would grab a t-shirt or towel for cover if I happened by as she was sunbathing in her bathing suit. She had full firm tits, a slim waist and long lithe legs, and the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. She. She then started running her hands up and down my back, still moving against me, and my body started to react ? a fact she could not have been oblivious to. After what seemed an eternity but was no more than twenty or thirty seconds, I pulled back - not without difficulty - and hunted without success for something to say. I needn't have bothered. A woman who has been genuinely crying for any time is not at all sexually attractive ? at least not to me ? but the look of abject misery that was. But, back to Bet and me. We purposefully chose different schools because we knew we had to. And even under the very strong layer of sexual love, of intimate connection, I don’t think I ever came to terms with how she and my brother excluded me. Both of us were very interested in boys, too, and yes, there were a few interspersed along the way, but we were never really able to think of anything, let alone commit to anything, other than each other. We were just sexually better at – everything. And.