Instinctively, my hand covers over my crotch, and three of my fingers slowly start to fondle my half-erect penis beneath the fabric. “No!”
“You sure?”
“I’m not gay, Colin.”
“Then why the hell are you staring at my cock?”
“Because there’s nothing better to stare at,” he answers, chest suddenly rising and falling like he’s out of breath. XXX “Um, what are you…”
He jumps and lets go of his cock. His eyes skim down my body and stop at my cock. I look around at my backyard. My lips touch the tip of his dick, and he squeals. I’m fifteen years old and this is my house. Together we walk for at least twenty minutes making small conversation when he tugs on my arm.
Actors:
Angelina Ayana
