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Skinny
By Simon Peter
Skinny. Pale-skinned. Kinky hair. A few pimples and the start of a fuzzy beard. Eyeglasses... of course, there have to be eyeglasses to add to the wimpiness. That is me at 15.
I am in an all-boys boarding school, Grade 10. I only leave campus one weekend every month to go home, but most of my time is on campus. Yes, I am wimpy, sort of. I do average in my classes but I hate math-with a vengeance. Our math teacher is cute, lean, a light beard, kind eyes, and he tries his best to help us, the weak nerds. I love it when he oversees what I am doing, leaning over my shoulder.
This invariably wakes up my pecker that erects, plastered to my belly. Sometimes, a female teacher takes over his classes. My pecker also responds when I gaze at her marble-colored, smooth legs in a short skirt.
I am a confused boy. My teenage dick is always at attention, whether I'm considering a male or a female body. I seem to walk around with a permanent erection that refuses to ease. I jerk off a lot, of course. When I masturbate I alternate between being with a girl working on her pussy and being with guy working on his dick, although I have never experienced either. Yes, I'm still a virgin boy. At 15, that's ok, isn't it? In comparison with boys my age, I am considered "hung", my cock being around 16 cm (6 inches) when erect-this will grow bigger later, to an impressive 19 cm (around 8 inches)! I haven't experienced sex yet, true, but I fantasize a lot. My confusion is regarding my preferences. Do I like boys or girls more? I don't know. I like sex, I guess. I look forward to my first experience. Will it be a girl or a guy? Given the circumstances, it looks like the latter-being in an all-boys boarding school- but who am I to tell? Time will tell, won't it? I'm just a confused, horny teenage wimp.
I am on the varsity basketball team. No, I am definitely not your average basketball player hunk. I play with the team during practice, picking up stray balls and passing to team players for them to shoot. I am assigned the title of "team manager," which I am proud of even though the basic duty of the team manager is to pick up the players' sweaty, dirty clothes-which sometimes I guiltily sniff at-, take them to laundry, and make sure they are clean and ready for the next game or practice. I also make sure the balls are back on the racks and everything is nice and organized. Yes, I am proud to do all that.
But more importantly, I like my manager role because I get to be with the hot basketball players, especially in the changing rooms and the showers. Of course, my dick has a field day every time there is a match or practice. All those hot naked, sweaty bodies getting into the showers, then later toweling and dressing. I am very discreet and no one can tell how much I enjoy the sight. No one can tell that I always have a raging hard-on and later explode tons of boy juice as I masturbate in the john.
Mo is my roommate, and he is also a player on the basketball team. He is one year older than me. Mo is short for Mohammad. He is around 5 cm (2 inches) taller than me, with a fuller body, darker skin, pronounced abs, and in general a very appealing sight. I have known Mo since 6th Grade, but this year we get to know each other better now that we are rooming together. Basketball is not the reason why our monitor assigned us to the same room. My poor math grades have made that decision. Mo is not only on the varsity basketball team, but he is also a wizard at math. Things come to him naturally, without putting in any effort, whereas I have to plough through material that is just as foreign as Chinese to me. Our monitor hopes that Mo will be able to help me out. Little does he know! I have seen Mo naked, of course, in the showers with other members of the team. I admire and am jealous of his physique. I have not seen him erect, but his penis is beautifully shaped, cut, with thick pubes. His chest is smooth, where mine has started to grow some fuzz already. His legs are all muscles, of course they have to be, and sexy as hell. But mostly it's his mouth, his smile. He has full lips but not in a feminine way. Girls' full lips turn me on, sure, what doesn't, but Mo's lips beat them all. He can change his smile from shy, to mirthful, to smirk, it makes my heart pound when he does that. When I compare Mo's body to mine, I am in no way as beautiful as he is. I'm just a skinny wimp who is permanently horny-a walking erection.
I am not effeminate. I am a teenage guy, your normal teenage nerd. I have never looked at Mo as feminine. However, most of my fantasies have included him in the picture. I have jerked off often enough with his image taking a shower imprinted in my mind. Whenever I do that, my load is bigger, stronger, farther, and more intense.
One evening, I am sitting at my desk, trying to figure out a fucking math homework assignment. I am stuck on one of the problems which I can't make anything out of-totally blank. My eyes are almost crossed with fatigue. I am so disgusted with myself, with math, with the world. I can almost cry because of this shit. I squeeze my eyes shut. I don't want to cry. There must be some release. But I will not cry.
Mo has left the room around half an hour ago to take a shower. He should be back by now to help me out. He has been quite helpful, but sometimes he is irritating in that I can't get his explanations fast enough. I'm not a genius as he is. I'm not even as hot! Mo. Yea, hot as fuck. My mind wanders, my cock stands at alert-so what else is new? Fuck. Now I am not only disgusted, I am horny. I need to jerk off. I rub my erection through my undershorts. It's throbbing and already there is some wetness on my shorts.
Mo walks in. He has his towel wrapped around his waist. He is also smiling , this satisfied cute smile- smirk that he wears whenever he sees me totally buried in math. Fuck. Who does he think he is, anyway? I'm not dumb. Really. It's just the math. I smirk back. "What the fuck are you smirking at, Mo?"
He is standing in the middle of the room, so hot, so fucking sexy, so clever, smirking at me. My heart melts through my anger and frustration, and, yes, horniness.
"Ed, Ed, you are totally useless, buddy," he snickers. "It's just some stupid math. You must be so thick."
"Yea? You think I'm dumb, huh?" I am angry now in spite of hot Mo. "Fuck you, Mo. Thick? Fucking thick? Come eat this thick, fucker," and I grab my crotch, my erection throbbing through the fabric of my shorts in the palm of my hand, the wetness increasing between my fingers as I leak.
Mo stands there, his smile gone, with an astonished look on his face.
"Hey, bro," he says apologetically, glancing down at my crotch as I arch my back and thrust my hips forward at him, but with my hand covering my erection. "I didn't mean anything by that. I was just fucking with you, is all."
"Then come fuck with this," I retort angrily, rubbing my crotch.
He laughs and comes towards me. Fuck. Is he going to grab my cock? Oh, fuck.
"Hey, come on bro, let me see what has stumped you. Don't be mad. Just let me see."
I brief a sigh of relief, and, yes, of regret, when I realize that Mo is coming closer to help me with the math not to grab my dick. I turn back to my desk and sit down, my anger receding, and I point at my book. He stands behind me, a little to the side and bends over my shoulder. Oh, man, I can feel the heat of his body. He does have a bulge, I notice with the corner of my eyes, but not an erection. What the fuck am I thinking? I have to be careful. I'm not a fag. Mo's not a fag either. But he is so fucking sexy.
"Look, Ed," he points at the geometry sketch. "It's fairly easy if you take the mid-point of AB and measure the angle opposite. You will be able to compute the answer."
Compute my ass, I think. But I just nod my head. Mo laughs. "You haven't gotten it yet, huh?" he taunts me. I shake my head, numb with stupidity and incomprehension.
"Here," he continues, bending more to reach for the pencil and show me the calculation. His crotch presses lightly on my shoulder. Oh, my God. Intentional? I look up at his face, trying to decide whether I should move away. But I don't move away. The heat from his body touching my t-shirt through his towel is unbearable. I can't move away. I won't move away. And yes, I remain still, my breath caught in my throat. Although the touch is very light, I can feel the heat burning my shoulder. My heart dances, my stomach flutters, my cock-of course-extends its hardness to a new limit. I feel it growing to 20 cm, no, to 200 cm! Mo's face shows some concentration as he works the math calculations. Done, he straightens, just barely moving away from my shoulder, but still quite close for me to feel the heat.
"You know, Ed?" he says, a bit huskily-or is it my imagination? "The problem with you is that you have two heads."
What? "Huh?" I look puzzled. "What the fuck do you mean, I have two heads?"
He laughs. Boy, I melt. "One is here," he points at my head. "And the other one is here." He grabs his crotch.
I am totally surprised and affronted. I twist my head sideways and up to meet his eyes. I notice that his bulge is no more the normal one, but pronounced with a semi-erection that is growing. Fuck me. What the fuck is this? I am speechless. Noting that I don't answer, and realizing that I haven't moved when he pressed at my shoulder, Mo moves closer and his crotch is definitely pressing my shoulder, his erection is definitely noticeable, and his facial expression has definitely changed from making fun of me to horniness.
My heart pounds. I can feel it pumping in the veins of my neck. Again I don't say anything. I don't move back. His cock throbs and I can feel the heat. Mo's look is a want-look, no, a need-look. He is encouraged by my stillness, presses and grinds on my shoulder. I return the pressure. Oh man. This is beyond my fantasies. Hot Mo is horny for me? Of course, I am horny for him, but this is the first time since the beginning of the year that Mo is showing any sexual interest in me. He is rubbing his hard cock on my shoulder and the back of my upper arm.
Instinctively, I bend my head and kiss his bulging cock head through the towel. He inhales audibly and stops breathing. I look up at his face. There is this I-don't-believe-you-just-did-that look. I pull down his towel, his cock springs out and is right at my face. He is not moving. I kiss the head again, now without the towel. Christ, what am I doing? I'm kissing a fucking cock. Fuck. This is unbelievable. And cock tastes good, oh, God, so good.
Mo releases his held breath. He bends down, holds my face in both his hands and directs me to his hard cock. Opening my mouth, I take him. Oh, he does taste good. My lips wrap around the head and squeeze. My own cock is already out through the fly in my boxer shorts and I start stroking myself as I savor the taste of Mo. A bit salty. I take more of his shaft. I notice that my cock is bigger than his although I am younger and I don't have Mo's fantastic physical build. He thrusts. I suck. Fuck, I'm a cocksucker now. The realization hits me hard after the initial instinctive move of taking him into my mouth. He is delicious, but I am a cocksucker. I immediately release him and move back, trying to tuck my cock back into my shorts, the hard erection refusing to oblige, but points right up at the ceiling.
"Oh, Ed, don't stop, man," Mo moans.
"Fuck, Mo," I move away, not caring that my cock is totally erect and outside my shorts, visible and throbbing. "I'm not a fucking cocksucker. So, ok, you're a smart fucking math whiz. That doesn't make me a cocksucker for you, man." There is anger in my voice, but I can't hide the husky, horny tone that reflects my inward feelings at this moment. At the same time, how can I live with myself if my roommate and friend thinks of me as a cocksucker? But you loved it. You ARE a cocksucker. Well, my anger recedes a bit as Mo's expression is that of kindness now.
"Man, hey, don't sweat it," he says placatingly. To my amazement, he slowly kneels in front of me, grabs my cock shaft, pulls down my cock and takes me in his mouth. I die. I know that this moment will forever live in me, in my waking and my sleeping memories. Mo looks up as he swallows down on my cock. He can't take it all. It's too big for him. He's going to gag for sure. And he does gag and pulls away.
As I stand motionless, except for my pounding heart and my throbbing cock, Mo rises, still holding my erection, slowly stroking it up and down with his spit now lubing the movements. "See?" he whispers, his lips close to my ear. "I'm a cocksucker, too. We are two fucking cocksuckers sucking each other's cock. So fucking what? I like it and I bet you like it, too."
Nodding my head in agreement, I find it in myself to reach out and grab his erection. It's stiff and wet. I stroke it matching Mo's stroking. We both look down at our hot, pulsating, teen tools. They touch, as if they were kissing. We move also. Suddenly, our lips are glued to each other. I have never kissed anyone like this before. I have never kissed anyone, period. Mo has opened his lips and is trying to push his tongue into my mouth. Fuck. I breathe deep, and respond. Our tongues meet. We let go of each other's dicks and embrace, kissing deep, pressing on each other, our bodies glued. We both moan, deep in our throats as our tongues move round and round. I bite his lower lip. He moans deeper and thrusts harder into my crotch. It seems like we are standing like this, dry fucking each other's crotches, forever. His cock is impatiently quivering into my belly as my cock rubs up and down his lower shaft and his balls.
Mo moves away. I sigh. He goes to the door, locks it and returns, a horny smile on his face, his eyes glittering with sexual excitement. "Let's have a closer look at you, Ed," he mumbles as he draws closer to me, and I realize that he hasn't seen me totally naked before. Oh, No. No. No. I have such a geeky body, a stick-figure body. He's going to hate me. I'm nowhere near his beautiful physique. I move back, my legs touching the edge of my bed as he reaches me and starts to pull off my t-shirt.
"All I've seen is your hot dick," he says, throatily. He bends and takes one nipple between his full, wet lips, still pulling at my shirt, and I shudder, surrendering myself to him. He pulls the shirt off my head and examines my chest. He fingers the few hairs growing between my nipples then draws his finger down to my belly, almost touching the head of my throbbing cock that reaches to the waistband of my shorts where my trail starts. "And, you have hair down here, too," he says. Does his like me? Wow. He likes me. Mo really likes me. His hands pull down on my undershorts, which refuse to slide off because of their being hooked by my hard cock. I pull down on my cock shaft to help him, and my shorts are freed to fall down to my ankles. I step out of them, my cock bouncing back to my belly. Mo looks me up and down. I don't make any move. The look on his face is appreciative. I savor the sight of him naked in front of me. This is a god, I think, my heart racing.
"Ed, fuck, you have a monster dick," he whispers as he gazes down at my crotch, now that I am fully naked and my cock stands out-rather up-fully uncovered. And then we are in each other's arms, kissing and fondling. His hands are all over my body, and I rub up and down his back, feeling his muscles rippling under my touch.
Pushing me back, he makes me drop down on my bed, my legs dangling down the edge. He kneels between my spread thighs and kisses my trail, his hands stroking my upper thighs. Licking down the trail, reaching my pubes, he starts on my cock shaft as I moan. The feeling is so intense. Fuck masturbation. This is what it is all about. Mo on my cock, kissing, licking up and down the shaft, around the balls, sucking on them, one then the other, then my cock, slowly up, up, to the head, lips around the head, warm, wet, slowly down on the shaft, tongue circling the head inside his mouth. Oh, heaven. I just want to die. My Mo sucking my cock. Yes. MY Mo. He is mine and he is nursing on my fucking dick. I want him, too. "Mo," I say, barely able to make myself heard. "I want you, too, man."
I'm shivering all over, on the edge of bursting out in tears of pleasure and sexual elation.
Mo gets off me, picks up my legs, and makes me lie fully on my back on the bed. He climbs on top of me, reversing, lowering his erection towards my face as he bends down over my crotch and licks the underside of my cock with his wet tongue. We are 69-ing, and I open my mouth to receive his pleasure tool. The head touches my lips and I burn. I can feel his mouth on my cock, and I take his between my lips. He thrusts down. I feel the head pushing at my throat and I gag. I take a deep breath and try to fight back the gagging, closing my eyes. He eases and lets me take my time to get used to his cock in my mouth. He is swallowing my cock, also trying to get to the base. But he gags as well. "Fuck, Ed," he grumbles breathlessly as he moves his mouth off me. "You are one hung guy. This cock is going to kill me." I mumble, unable to respond, my mouth full of his meat. He pumps a little bit, and I swallow more. I open my eyes and his balls are hanging low over my nose, his crack fuzzily hairy, and, oh, so inviting. I raise my hand and finger his crack, up and down, rubbing at his hole. I feel him shudder, and he immediately gets back on my needing cock. With one swallow he drives all the way down to my pubes swallowing the whole length. I stop breathing. I hear him gag, but he keeps his head buried in my crotch, my cockhead penetrating his throat, down, down, oh, god. I thrust up and more cock, incredibly, buries in his throat. He gobbles and moans and swallows. He is now moving up and down the shaft, simultaneously pumping his hips up and down, fucking my face. I become bolder and try to insert my finger in his puckering hole. His moaning increases and he moves his hips round, cock buried deep in his throat, willing me to finger him.
Breathlessly, we release each other. Mo lies next to me and we kiss, our bodies pressed and starting to sweat. The heat of our making out is so intense that we are both on fire. "Can I fuck you, Mo?" I impulsively whisper, my heart beating 1 million per second.
Without speaking, he gets off the bed. Shit, shit, shit. Now you've done it, Ed. You have just said the stupidest, dumbest thing in your life. How can I fuck Mo? Stupid, stupid. My mind lashes at me in punishment, but my cock quivers in anticipation. Fuck anticipation. Fuck Mo? Oh, man.
I watch Mo walking away. What a butt! Yes, I want to fuck that butt. But it's not going to happen. I watch his delicious back as he opens the drawer of his dresser and takes out a jar. What? It's hair gel.
He walks back turning the lid. I watch in amazement as he opens the jar, takes some gel, and reaches back to his butt, rubbing the gel into his crack. Oh, fuck. I AM going to fuck Mo. Oh. Fuck. Me. My cock throbs with anticipated pleasure. Mo kneels next to me, takes another glob of gel, and starts to apply it on my cock, around the head, down the shaft. Facing me, he squats and lowers himself on my erection as I hold it up to meet his sweet butt crack. He spreads his cheeks. I rub my cock head at his hole and he pushes down. I can feel his hole stretch to accommodate my cock head, and I penetrate.
Dear Christ. This is so totally new to me. This is nowhere near the ecstasy of Mo's mouth around my dick. This is another level of ecstasy. I thrust up and he grunts. Fuck, I'm hurting him.
"Easy, bro," he whispers as he grimaces with the pain of penetration. "You're fucking big, Ed. Take it easy." I surrender, letting him take control. Slowly, he lowers himself after his hole relaxes and gets used to my size. My shaft glides with the gel all around it. I reach up for his chest, working his nipples with my fingers. He throws his head back, revealing his sexy neck and sits down all the way. His balls are heavy in my pubic hair. He sits stills on my cock. I'm totally buried inside him. I squeeze my eyes shut. Can this be happening? Am I inside Mo's man hole? Is my cock really totally inside him? Christ.
Incredible. I shudder and he starts to move. So slowly. So tantalizingly. Now I'm dying. This is what fucking is all about. This is me fucking Mo! This is my cock getting even harder and thicker and impossibly longer inside my buddy.
I can't take it any longer. I open my eyes and put my hands around Mo's waist, lifting him up. I thrust, and he moans. "EASY, ED," he almost screams. "YOU'RE FUCKING HUGE!" I pull out and thrust again, heedless to his protests, but trying to be as gentle as possible regardless of my impossible need to fuck the shit out of his brains.
Grunting, he starts meeting my thrusts. Now the whole length of my cock is sliding up and down his hole. He breathes hard and fast. His thighs squatting around my chest ripple with the effort of his fuck- ride. He strokes his own cock faster and this turns me on even more. He arches his back. With no warning, I feel his sphincter squeeze on the base of my cock, once, twice; he freezes, and there is hot cum all over my face as he squirts. It takes me by surprise, and the hot juice hitting my nose, mouth, eyes, lips, again and again, the sphincter unbelievingly squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, Mo's moans, I explode. Deep. I keep squirting spurt after spurt, thrusting deeper, my cock all engorged inside my friend's tight fuck tunnel. I feel cum seeping onto my balls and I squirt some more.
I can't stop my flow of cum. Mo is spent. His hole relaxes a bit. His cock drips on my belly and my pubes. Christ. I close my eyes as the final squirts leave my body into his. Slowly, we regain our breathing to a somewhat normal level. I flex inside him and he moans some more, his cock quivering in answer. I don't want to pull out. I want to stay inside Mo forever. I realize that we have just made love. Oh, my God. I made love to my friend. I fucked my friend and squirted inside him. I stifle a giggle as I think that Mo will get pregnant. "What?" he asks, staring at me, still straddling me, still squeezing on my semi-erect, flexing cock. "What's so funny? You fucking bastard. Your cock is still inside me and you're laughing?" He playfully slaps my cheek and gets gooey, sticky cum on his hand. He licks it, waiting for my answer. I thrust up and say, "Is it going to be a boy or a girl?"
"What is?" he muses dreamily as he tastes more of his jizz off my face.
"I just made you pregnant, buddy," I say this with a broad smile on my face and a quiver in my boy penis.
He slaps me harder this time. "You think this is funny? You think I'm not going to fuck your ass, too?
You think you're such a hot fucker?" Mo is angry. He raises his butt and I regretfully feel myself slipping out of him. My cock drips and I wonder at the quantity of cum I ejected. Mo flips me over. What? I hold my breath. What is this? He straddles my butt and fingers me. WHAT? Is he going to fuck me? But he just ejaculated. My face is still wet and sticky; his cum hasn't even dried yet. But I feel his erection. I feel mine, too. Fuck. We're going to fuck again. Now, it's Mo's turn. He definitely is hard. I can feel his erection between my ass cheeks, up and down my crack. My virgin hole squeezes shut. No lube? Oh, fuck. Shit. No fucking lube. He penetrates. I scream into the pillow. The pain is excruciating. He slaps my butt and drives in. "Now, you can laugh," he moans. Slap! Thrust! Oh, my god! My ass is stretched.
My cock is throbbing under my belly, pressed against the mattress. I can't move under Mo's weight. I am on fire.
And he starts fucking me. Gradually, with every thrust, the pain recedes to be replaced by unconceivable pleasure. He is gentle now after his initial raping of my ass. He pulls out slowly, letting me breathe, then pushes back in gently, ever so gently, as my ass stretches to accommodate his length and girth. He is not as big as me where equipment is concerned, but he is certainly big for my virgin ass. I relax a bit, and Mo feels this as his cock is now easily sliding in and out my hole. He is laying on top of me, licking at the back of my neck, his hands stroking my sides, from my underarms down to my hips. He is making love to me. I start to meet his fucking thrusts, my cock rubbing on the mattress. I can feel myself throbbing against my belly. Mo is fucking me and I am fucking the mattress. I close my eyes, and in some strange way, this enhances the sensations. I feel so full, my hole wrapped around his cock. My gratification increases with every thrust of my lover. My lover? Fuck. I have a fucking lover. Yes. Emphasize fucking. Filling me with his hard meat. His body is hot on top of mine, sweaty. He moves faster now. My body responds. As he drives deep into me, he grinds on my butt and I push back into his groin, feeling the satisfaction and heat of his love.
Deeper. Faster. And I shoot my load into the sheets. Mo shoots inside me. "Now YOU are pregnant, you fucker," he whispers in my ear as he shoots more cum inside me, biting down on the lobe. I can feel the cum, hot and sticky. I can feel the sperms squiggling inside me. I can feel his manhood, raging and spewing. Squirt after squirt after squirt.
Mo is still on top of me even though we are both totally drained. His cock flexes inside me, and I'm so appreciative of such love. I relax. He pulls out slowly, emitting a deep breath. I turn over to look at my buddy. He's gorgeous. He bends and licks my cum covering my belly and chest. I feel the wetness on the sheet under my back. He licks up my chest. I taste my saltiness as his tongue finds my mouth and probes inside. I suck on his tongue. He inhales audibly through open lips as I suck harder. He lies flat on top of me as we taste each other, our chests glued with sticky cum, my hands wrapped around him, fingers stroking up and down his back. He presses on me as we keep on kissing and sucking tongues. I press back.
"Oh, Ed," Mo mumbles when we finally release each other and are sitting on my bed next to each other, naked and sweaty and sticky all over. His hand moves up and down my thigh as I caress the hairs of his pubes and touch the base of his now-soft dick. He's so beautiful. "Do you realize what we just did?" he asks in wonder.
"Yea," I snicker. "We fucked!"
"We sure did, buddy," he grabs my still semi-erect cock and fondles it lovingly. I never go soft. I seem so insatiable. I kiss the side of his neck and he moans. "You know, Mo?" I continue. "We can do this all night."
"Oh, fuck, yea," he says. He is so sexy. Incredibly, I am getting hard again with his fondling. I still feel some of his juice seeping out of my ass hole onto the sheet. "Fuck, Ed," he muses. "You're getting hard again!"
"No shit," I smirk. "Hard for you, Mo. Are we going to get tired of each other? My dick says never. My ass says never. My whole body says never."
He kisses me, eyes closed. "Never is a long time, bro, but yea, I guess I'm going to be in love with you."
I am surprised that we talk of love at our age, guy to guy. But I realize that it is really our hormones that are talking, our raging teen hormones that never recede. He strokes me. I feel a bit sore. I don't think I can cum again. But I am hard, as a rock.
Mo blows me and I eject down his throat.
Our first night together is repeated over and over every night. We fuck twice each before we are totally, irretrievably spent and exhausted. I sleep deeply, sore ass, sore dick, sore throat, but yes, oh yes, sweet dreams: just the delicious sensations of making love to my friend. The next morning, I dress keeping all the jizz on me, mine on my belly and chest, and Mo's inside me and down my thighs.
I smell of sweet cum and sweat. But who gives a fuck? This gives me a raging erection throughout the day in anticipation of the evening and night to come, with Mo in my arms, I'm in his. I make sure to wear my tight briefs instead of my usual boxers so that my bulge doesn't show. Even so, I do get a few stares from guys glancing down at my crotch. The bulge is there. I smile inwardly, my secret making me hotter and hotter. I realize that out there, there may be other hunks that will go down on my dick. But all I want now is my Mo. And he is always ready for me. This is a year I will never forget. I ask myself, will I ever have such intense sex? I think not. Mo stands out as a category by himself. I have had sex with both males and females since those early teen years of my life. Nothing compares to my Mo.
Nothing.