I knew I was gay but being very shy it took me a long time to get around to doing something about it. I took the bus to work and used to eye off a spu...nky guy who caught the bus at the same stop as me. Eventually I joined a gay social club and was persuaded to go to a “gay church” – who should I meet but the guy from the bus. His name was Hugh and he was 19. He recognised me from the bus and we got chatting, he suggested we get together and asked if I could take a bit of pain. I wasn’t sure how. I can't resist, I rotate my hips and grind my ass against you. You lower your leg and push your crotch against me and we move ever so slightly in a sensuous slow dance of desire. I can feel your cock grow against me as I continue to fondle the cucumbers, picking out three large ones to take home. We hear the produce guy rustling the empty box onto a lower shelf on his cart. We pull apart. I smooth my hands down over my coat, take a deep breath and lick my lips as our eyes meet and your. Maine tezi se dhake lagana shuru kiya, “Saali kya mast chut hai teri. Lagta hai bahot din se chudi nahi hai. Ahh ahh ahh ahh.”“Haan bahot din ke baad chut mein koi lavda gaya hai. Haye. Mast mota lavda hai tera. Meri chut fat gayi re, bhosdiki.” Chanda ko dard bhi ho raha tha. Ankhon se aansu bhi aa rahe thay. Lekin maza bhi utna hi aa raha tha. Isiliye gaand hila hila kar chudwa rahi thi chinaal. Mera lavda ab phulkar mota aur lohe ki tatha sakth ho gaya tha. Main uski dono tange utha kar. Maybe he just knew he could take advantage of me, that I was willing, wanting because of the attention, and very gullible. I lived in a mobile home park and at this point as a teenager and I didn't have a cell phone, so I went to the center of the park to use the pay phone there. I called him. He was available since he didn't work the weekends. He wanted to go to the beach. I asked him to meet me up the road at a Subway restaurant just in case anyone near my neighborhood could see me getting.