Kyle was gorgeous in those tight crotch-hugging shorts of his. The lessons ended at 5 and we all retired to do our hobbies. Pottymouth?”
“Erm…” Suddenly his macho curses were gone and the shyness was brought back “not really…no”
“What do you mean not really?”
“Well…does my own count?” My eyes widened in startled amazement. It’s not their problem, it’s mine, and it’s fucking worth the attention. Royal High Hill Boarding School. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. Turns out it was me after an age of dick fondling and licking:
“You want it harder big boy?”
“Like hell I do” he practically begged me to screw him. “You’re able to pull a guy just by looking at them. He was fucking fast running down the length of that football field. Screw me harder you hot buttfucker!” was his first outburst. Kyle was gorgeous in those tight crotch-hugging shorts of his.
