This is a true story; it is the third story that I written about my sexual experiences as a boy, if you want some background, you may want to read my two previous stories
. That afternoon as I was walking out of school I saw them, there they were, the two shoeshine boys that have fucked me the previous week in the janitor’s room at the school, they were standing just outside the main gate looking at me with a grin on their faces, I felt embarrassed and I am sure I was blushing, I felt like hiding but it was too late, they have seen me and as soon as I walked out the main gate they approached me, again with a grin on their faces, I hated that.
Go to page. I texted back:
*Can’t wait. Met at my house*
I read the message over and over
This is a true story; it is the third story that I written about my sexual experiences as a boy, if you want some background, you may want to read my two previous stories
. That afternoon as I was walking out of school I saw them, there they were, the two shoeshine boys that have fucked me the previous week in the janitor’s room at the school, they were standing just outside the main gate looking at me with a grin on their faces, I felt embarrassed and I am sure I was blushing, I felt like hiding but it was too late, they have seen me and as soon as I walked out the main gate they approached me, again with a grin on their faces, I hated that.
Go to page. I texted back:
*Can’t wait. Met at my house*
I read the message over and over
This is a true story; it is the third story that I written about my sexual experiences as a boy, if you want some background, you may want to read my two previous stories
. That afternoon as I was walking out of school I saw them, there they were, the two shoeshine boys that have fucked me the previous week in the janitor’s room at the school, they were standing just outside the main gate looking at me with a grin on their faces, I felt embarrassed and I am sure I was blushing, I felt like hiding but it was too late, they have seen me and as soon as I walked out the main gate they approached me, again with a grin on their faces, I hated that.
Go to page. I texted back:
*Can’t wait. Met at my house*
I read the message over and over
