"You're so graphic, Billy. And you know what I think of when you mentioned a sweating horse." A sweating mare?" A horse's cock!" Jean, I know we're bo...th fairly kinky at times... but a horse?"Flipping her hand in an impatient gesture, she answered, "Not really but there are times when my imagery takes over. Like, the sexual power of a horse's cock comes to mind, you know?" You mean like me slipping it into the ass of that waitress? The one with the beautiful butt?"Perhaps because Jean knew that. It does not exist...only the whipping exists and the way your body reacts to it. I really do not know how long Miss Sarah whipped me but i do know the fire that covered my body and engulfed my senses did not stop. Even after the whipping was over i continued to burn and cried out in pain at the slightest touch. Miss Sarah asked a couple of those watching us to help me down from the cross and i am glad they did as my knees buckled and i almost fell to the floor when i was released. They. He could trust me because he and I were doing it together no one else. From that onwards he and I had frequent sex at his place and in local parks at school after and during. I was addicted to this gay sex neither ever be intetested in a girl nor tell anyone or my parents that I loved having gay sex. Why should girls have all the glory and pleasure by being pounded why can't boys to. I kissed, tounged him and kept having sex along the way we didn't have a comfortable life because because k**s. And then the subject move to the lovely young females walking around in short skirts and tights. We quickly agreed that we both liked nylon and he then leaned a bit closer and said that he didn’t mind which sex was wearing them! I was a little taken aback but also felt a distinct twinge in my nylon covered cock and in an instant of desire I told him that he would be happy to know that I was wearing a pair of dark tan tights under my jeans! He eased back and took a sip of his drink, in what I.