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Introduced to ** by my Deacon
I was still riding bikes and I rode one evening after dark through the parking lot of the church and ran into one of the Deacons. He stopped me and asked 20 questions, he ran his hand thru my hair and touched my face and told me he liked me. I looked for a way out but I was trapped and he offered to take me home, to put my bike in the back of his suburban.
I got kissed and hugged and he played with my **. He got his ** out and let me play with it for fifteen minutes until he came squirting his ** on me. We wiped it off with his handkerchief and told me when that happened I was supposed to lean down and use my mouth to catch it.
Before he let me out of the car he asked me to kiss him, on the lips. He wanted a long sweet boy kiss. Now that I'm driving I go meet him at this apartment that he rented for us to meet and have **. He has it decorated with photographs of penises and naked gay men. I guess that makes him gay, and me too.
There is something very arousing about a boy playing with a man's ** while offering up his little (at one time) virgin ** for the man's pleasure. Don't let it end.
Good for you. Giving up your boy lips, your boy hand, your boy ** and of course your boy ** to this man to make him happy is a wonderful thing. He is very lucky to have met you. Next time you see him, sit your naked boy-** on his face and see if it arouses him.