Ok, so you went to the locker-room, and…”
“…And he was there, all alone, but I noticed that he had a couple friends watching the doors, which should have sent-up red-flags, but… XXX And then he started whispering into my ear. Oh! I could even see some of the stuff dripping down his big, bloated balls.”
“You’re starting to sound like a poet again.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, by all means, pray continue.”
“Ok, if you’re sure? Like, I’ve played around with a bunch of little-boy-dicks, and that was great and all, but what I really want is, well, you know, a big, fat, hairy cock. Only, when I got home I found out that the new kid went and told his parents all about what we’d done.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Only, when I got home I found out that the new kid went and told his parents all about what we’d done.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.
