The boy couldn’t be much older than sixteen and I was going to make a pass at him in a crowded McDonalds. “I’m Josh,” said the boy. If he does, talk to him and if you like him, get his number. He fucked me way into the night, up against the wall, bent over the bed, and every other way he could think of. w-w-what did she say?” I stammered, my heart racing like a train. Worried he was watching an illegal video, I had to ask, “What are you watching?”
He shook his head and quietly mumbled, “Cathy told me everything.”
I felt a chill shoot up my spine. Jainey,” I said, turning to face him. I asked him, and he explained that since he’d put on weight, he no longer felt attractive. I eh can explain,” he faltered, pulling up his trousers. What do you think?”
I agreed. The thought of you being fucked by a boy is a huge turn on.
