Most of the time, they freak out over things that really have no bearing on their lives. I mean if so and so is gay, or that girl likes to play football, or that guy has a third testicle, is it really interfering in YOUR fucking life? Is it taking food off your table or decreasing your paycheck? NO, then why is it such a concern? I don’t get them sometimes. It’s like there’s something inside them that is afraid who they are will change, if they don’t freak out and cleanse themselves of the cooties by acting like two year olds." There was a laugh, at that last thought, then another quiet, as his eyes stared blankly at the TV's, dark, lifeless screen. *"Look, I'm a skinny mother fucker, been like this my whole life. I wore thick glasses, had curly hair, my skin was not WASPish enough and my last name too Italian, to pronounce, never mind blend in. I was the target of every bully around, who preyed on the weak, but I was skinny, not weak. But I let them convince me, for a while, that I was. Then when I had had enough and I finally stood up and fought back, I hit harder and quicker giving head than they could imagine. The damage I did, took me by surprise too. After a few dust ups, they all started walking on the other side of the street or just shut the hell up. As the years passed there was always someone new who needed to prove himself a man, to his friends or girls or whatever club he was prospecting for. And they always looked for the easiest mark. But by then I found ways to stop it, most of the time before I needed to throw a punch in return. This, is my burden to bear, that's yours. Deal with it, make it work for you." His head slumped forward as he continued processing my words, then it tilted back and came to a rest on the cushion. Weary eyes stared up at the ceiling blankly, then closed. I could see his chest rise as his lungs breathed in long and hard, trying to push down against what was rising. He exhaled heavily, lost that tenuous grip and broke the hell down. His head tilted away, trying to hide it, but I cum could see the tears glistening on his pale almost ivory cheek, as whatever he amateur was going through just forced itself up from inside. The somberness, cumshot mixed with a buzz and the cold, tore down the defenses, of, what I now realized, had been a very stoic facade. It had been nothing more than a mask of sadness that hid the true depth of the turmoil on the other side. That cute, tomboyish face was framed in delicate hands, his back was constricting and flexing, in an effort to contain the sobs and salvage some visage of strength blowjob and hide the pain. “I’m a pathetic anal whore, Domina.” “They make snuff films. The creature paused, holding itself just embedded in her cumshot twat, waiting. She had made the Junior Varsity team and would be sitting on the bench during Varsity games. “Wow, you sure unloaded a bunch, you must have been saving it up for a while,” she exclaimed. He leaned over and forced cum his tongue into the boy's mouth, giving him a big sloppy kiss. The Fairest of Exchanges. I walked into the the water up to my waist and knelt down to wet my breasts and stayed there for a couple of minutes. I told her no I am good with my clothes on. I arched my back and called out “Oh god, that feels good!” From that moment on I was on a journey of lust and fucking blowjob I had never before experienced. “I think we did it,” I said. “Almost, Coach,” groaned Genevieve. To be honest being in a relationship really scares me. I definitely like you but knowing you like me is hard giving head to think about. Scowling, Daddy undid the wrist restraints and pulled me over him on the bed. I checked amateur my phone and saw there were only fourteen minutes until class started.