The teenager was transforming into a man, simply because he had easily put me down on my knees. As if my brain threw in the towel and said ‘go with the flow’. Porn vedio I tasted a hint of pre-cum. We both did. I managed one last look up at the faggot. What the hell was wrong with me? That one second of elucidation evaporated, lost in the loud sucking sounds filling the steam room. No way would either of those things happen. My free will, my decision, my desire, my choice. But as the thumping revved up in my head, and my body began to collapse into itself, I knew I would surrender to this bastard and whatever he wanted. Saliva dripped from my mouth down to the tile floor. “Now, cocksucker……time to swallow.”
Cocksucker? And an insatiable appetite to receive, and give, pleasure. The skinny punk with the barb wire tattoos on his arms, the thin flexing biceps, and the pale sickly skin was above me. That’s what I told myself. continued from part 1. . . . . . . . . . . . … It sounded like someone else was competing with me, so my mouth attacked the faggot’s cock with vigor. It seemed to be my new destiny, this sick and evil night.
