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"It's me," a voice says, unhelpfully. | "It's me," a voice says, unhelpfully. | ||
You open the door, standing to one side and see the boy standing there. He is still flushed and trembling slightly as you usher him in and lock the door. He doesn't speak and just stands there looking down at your throbbing erection. You move | You open the door, standing to one side and see the boy standing there. He is still flushed and trembling slightly as you usher him in and lock the door. He doesn't speak and just stands there looking down at your throbbing erection. You move around and sit on the pan with your cock standing up against your belly. You look at him and then down at your lap. | ||
He takes the hint, reaches out and wraps both hands around your shaft; he is breathing through his mouth and seems almost as if he is in a trance as he starts sliding the loose skin up and down. You reach out and tug at his shorts; you want to see what he has between his legs. | He takes the hint, reaches out and wraps both hands around your shaft; he is breathing through his mouth and seems almost as if he is in a trance as he starts sliding the loose skin up and down. You reach out and tug at his shorts; you want to see what he has between his legs. | ||
He steps out of his shorts and without a word he kneels down on the floor in fron of you. | |||
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Latest revision as of 08:12, 29 July 2023
You can hardly go out to the pool looking as if you have a salami stuffed in your speedos, so you sit down to wait for it to subside. The boy has gone off somewhere so you try mental arithmetic to distract you. It doesn't work so you head for a stall to deal with it the only way you know how.
Just as you extract your cock, there is a quiet knock on the door. "If I was in trouble, they would be banging, not tapping," you think. "Who's there," you say quietly.
"It's me," a voice says, unhelpfully.
You open the door, standing to one side and see the boy standing there. He is still flushed and trembling slightly as you usher him in and lock the door. He doesn't speak and just stands there looking down at your throbbing erection. You move around and sit on the pan with your cock standing up against your belly. You look at him and then down at your lap.
He takes the hint, reaches out and wraps both hands around your shaft; he is breathing through his mouth and seems almost as if he is in a trance as he starts sliding the loose skin up and down. You reach out and tug at his shorts; you want to see what he has between his legs.
He steps out of his shorts and without a word he kneels down on the floor in fron of you.