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The Chicken Run Part One
The Chicken RunBy Stephen ScottCopyright, 2006 by
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“Biography”)Note: The Chicken Run occurs on weekday afternoons in good
weather outside my office building, just as described, and the author does
watch. Lolita Portal The Book Man on the back stoop is himself. He also once anchored a relay
team in the Junior Olympics.The Lolita Portal rest of the story is purely wishful thinking.The Chicken RunBy Stephen ScottDedicated to Patrick, my virtual-son, who inspires me,
and who excites me beyond my experience…I’ve always loved running.
When I was a kid I was the anchor for the relay team in Junior Olympics. My
adrenaline would run so fast that when the starter’s gun went off, no one could
touch me. Even if my team lost the race, I always got there faster than any of
the other guys on the track.As soon as I got to high
school this fall I tried out for the track team. It’s been tough, and the coach
is a mother on pushing our limits, but when I’m running there’s nothing else in
my head. No anxieties, no regrets–just my feet hitting the ground, my legs
pumping, the wind washing my skin, the air in my lungs and the pounding of my
heart. I wonder sometimes if this is like what it’s like for animals. I guess
they call it living in the moment. All I know is it’s like being high without
the stink of pot in your nose.The only hitch has been
skin.In the last year or so I
realized I’m gay… or at least I think I am. So it’s kind of a trial being
around so many half-naked guys–well, half-naked on the track, naked in the
locker room. I’ve noticed that, when it comes to dick, everybody
looks–comparing, I guess. Even a hard-on in the showers doesn’t make much difference.
The guys just laugh, maybe joke a little. Since we’re all teenagers I guess
they just figure it’s not all that unusual.But the way my teammates
check each other’s bodies (cocks, mostly) out is pretty much just grabbing a
quick peek. With me, it’s not just penises. I look at their hot asses, their
hairless chests, their gorgeous thighs and their cute faces. I’m afraid to look
too much, though. One hard-on you can shrug and joke and maybe blush and get
away with. If I look too much I’m afraid I won’t be able to go in the damn
locker room without a serious woody bobbing in front of me. I don’t mind if I’m
gay. I do mind being labeled a fag and having to leave the team.Anyway.When the weather’s good, we
have to run down the street from the school to a rose garden about three miles
away, and back every afternoon around 4.00. We run without our shirts, and I
have to say the sight of a couple dozen slim, Lolita Portal hairless teenaged guys with toned
bodies sprinting down the city streets has got to be hot. I think it is.
Believe me, it takes all of my concentration to avoid staring at my teammates’
butts when we’re running.About halfway to the rose
garden I started to notice an older guy. Most days I’d see him sitting on the
back porch of one of the offices, smoking a cigarette and reading a book. I
guessed it was his break. He was short and kind of cute, with trim brown hair.
I wasn’t sure, but I pegged him as maybe in his 30s or early 40s. He wore
shades, and he never lifted his head up in any obvious way, but I had a strong
feeling he was watching us, and enjoying what he saw. God knows I do.Once, just on a whim, I put
myself at the end of the line and, after we passed Lolita Portal
the stoop I looked back.
Sure enough, the guy with the book had stood up and was watching us as we
sprinted away. I turned back around and grinned as I ran off after my
teammates.It got so if I didn’t see
The Book Man, as I thought of him, on our run it was like missing a tree that’s
always been there but that someone has suddenly torn down; he was part of the
scene. And knowing he was turned on by us made him, in a strange way, a kind of
spur for me. I wanted to please him. I wanted to run better, faster, with more
grace. I wanted my bubble-butt lifted high. I wanted to give him something
worth watching.Of course I never mentioned
The Book Man to any of my teammates, and I was relieved that none of the guys
ever mentioned him. I was afraid they’d peg him as some kind of
faggot-pervo-boy-lover or something–which would have made me nervous for
myself. Of course, he was watching, so I guessed Lolita Portal he liked to at least look
at young guys. But he seemed completely harmless, and I liked seeing him at his
post, sneaking his peeks at the mass of male beauty we gave Lolita Portal him. It got so I
was looking forward to running past that office building in the afternoon. When
we got close to his office building I deliberately carried myself with more
grace. I tried to puff out my chest a bit and raise my butt as high as I could
as I sprinted past the stoop.Alone in my room at night
and on weekends I cruised as many gay porn `net sites as I could get on. Every
photo I saw, every story I read, every sexual act seen or described left me
with the inescapable conclusion that I really was gay. And the more I looked
and read, the hornier I got. When you’re a 16 year-old guy you’re in heat 24
hours a day anyway. But unlike most of the guys I knew, who could, in theory,
get laid by–or at least maybe get a hand-job from–one of the girls at school, I
didn’t know anyone my age who was gay. And you couldn’t trust those chat-sites
either. I knew there was some dangerous guys out there, and the last thing I
wanted to do was risk getting raped or murdered by some nut-job with a PC.What I needed, I thought,
was someone older. Someone who knew the score, both about living as a gay
person and about the–sorry–ins and outs of gay sex.I found myself thinking
about The Book Man a lot. If I ever met him, what would he do? What would I
say? Would I be too tongue-tied? Would he be too shy?Other thoughts and
imaginings would overrule my Lolita Portal
uncertainties. I started to fantasize about
kissing him, pressing my body close to his, feeling his hardness against mine.
I didn’t want to be a virgin. (No virgin does, and any virgin who says
otherwise is lying to himself!) I wanted sex with another guy. And like any
red-blooded teenaged male desperate for sex, I wanted it right now!One afternoon as we were
running back to the high school I looked over at the building as we ran past
and saw The Book Man in the side parking lot near the street, opening a car
door. I made a mental note of the make, model and color of his car.A few afternoons later when
school was over I drove my car down to The Book Man’s building. I got there
around 5.00 and looked around. People were leaving the office in droves but I
didn’t see The Book Man. I pulled my car next to his and noticed a little wall
adjacent to the side lot, so I walked over and sat down to wait. It was a good
vantage spot for me to keep an eye on his car. After five minutes or so I
figured he wasn’t going to come out of the building for a while, so I pulled
some homework out of my backpack.Around 5.30 I saw him. His
was pretty much the last car in the lot so, my heart thudding wildly in my
chest, I wandered over as he was unlocking the driver’s side door.”Hey,” I said as I came
within a few feet.He looked up, a bit
puzzled.”Uh–hi.”I shifted my backpack on my
shoulder, trying to figure out what to say. All that time I was sitting there
near his car and I hadn’t come up with anything.”Look, uh–I–um…” I laughed
nervously. “This is so hard!”He raised an eyebrow.”Do I know you?”"Yeah. Sort of. I–I’m one
of the track team guys. You know–the ones who run by here every afternoon.”Whatever he was thinking,
he didn’t let on.”And I could tell–I mean, I
see you out on the back porch all the time. You–uh, you like… you like to watch
us.”He flushed.”Look, I don’t know what
you think, but–”"No, it’s okay! Really! I
mean… I like you watching us. `Cause, um… well, I like…” Come on, say
it!  “I… I’m… uh… gay.” I laughed
again. “That’s the first time I’ve ever said it out loud. Wow.”"I see. I think. You… uh…
you want to talk about it?”I sighed in relief.”Could we? I mean, I don’t
know Lolita Portal anyone else who’s… uh… gay, see, and it would be so cool to talk to
someone.”He thought for a minute.”You want to go someplace
public? You might feel safer that way.”"No, that’s okay. I trust
you.”"You shouldn’t. I don’t
mean me personally, but you’re talking to a guy you’ve never met. How do you
know I’m not some psycho?”I grinned.”‘Cause you just said what
you just said. If you were dangerous, you wouldn’t be warning me, would you?”He looked surprised, then
smiled.”You may have a point.” He
looked around. “Um… we could go back into my office if you want.”"Cool!”He started back for the
building and I followed. My stomach felt like a flock of butterflies had gotten
in somehow. He unlocked the door and waved me in. Just ahead of the door was a
code-locked main entrance; to the right was a stairway landing, with a set of
steps leading up and one leading down. He locked up and pointed to the
staircase leading down.”My office is down there.”"Oh. Okay.”He led the way down and I
stared at his butt. It was round and cute and I felt a little stirring in my
groin as I followed him to the bottom of the stairs. There was another coded
door to the right and a locked door to the left.”My back door,” he
explained as he put a key in the lock. He stopped, ducked his head, blushed,
and grinned. “So to speak.”I laughed.”At least you didn’t say
`My back entrance’,” I kidded him.He looked at me sideways
and smiled.”You’re quick.”He opened the door and we
walked in. The place was dark. He switched on one of the lights by the door and
led me past a row of filing cabinets to his desk area. There was a table next
to it. He pulled out two rolling chairs, sat in one and I sat in the other.We just looked at each
other for a moment, the silence awkward. I didn’t know what to say and he
didn’t either. Finally he cleared his throat, looked down, then back up again.”What, uh–what can I tell
you? What do you want to know?”"God! Everything.”"Um. You know, we don’t
even know each other’s names.”"Oh!” I laughed. “You’re
right! I’m sorry. I’m Patrick.”"I’m Scott.”He held out his hand. I
took it. There was an electric moment, and our eyes met. Then he dropped my
hand and withdrew his, laying it in his lap.”So, Patrick. Have you, um…
have you ever… uh–”"I’m a virgin,” I blurted
out, and felt my face turn red.”But you’re sure that
you’re gay?”"Were you a virgin when you
knew?”I sounded more defiant than
I meant to, but he didn’t take offense.”Yeah. Yeah, I Lolita Portal was. You’re
right. But you know, at your age there’s Lolita Portal a lot of confusion. Sexual, I mean.”"Yeah. I know. But I’m not
confused. I know. Those guys I run with? On the track team? They make me hot.”"I can see why.”"They do the same for you.
Don’t they?”"Yeah. You’re all so…
beautiful. Your faces, your bodies. So slender and trim. Muscular but not
beefy–you know?”"Yeah. And you like that.”
It was not a question.He blushed a Lolita Portal bit.”Yeah. I do.”"It’s okay.”"Yeah, but… I’m 45.”"So? You’re not an old
man!”"Thank you. But you and
your cute teammates are underage. I would never–mean, I like to look but I
would never come on to someone who isn’t of legal age. It Lolita Portal wouldn’t be right.
It’s also… Lolita Portal dangerous. You understand?”"Yeah, I know. You could
get busted, big-time. The laws are stupid.”"I agree. In Europe the age
of consent is a lot lower. 16 in England.”I laughed, reaching out and
touching his knee.”Let’s go to London!”He laughed, then looked
down at my hand and gently removed it.”Scott, am I–I mean, do you
find me… attractive?”He looked way, then looked
back.”Yeah, Patrick. I do.”"I like you, too. I mean,
you’re kind of cute.”"Thank you. I mean that.
Thank you. I’m not used to being called that.”"Would you like to… you
know… fool around?”God, but I was brazen! But
my teen-cock was stirring under my jeans and this was as close as I had ever
gotten to getting what I most wanted.He sighed.”I would. I really would.
You’re so damn hot. But you’re also 16. We can’t.”"Who’s going to know? Aside
from you and me?”"And the cops, when they
bust in.”"You’ve got to be kidding!
Here?”"I am kidding,
Patrick. But not about being afraid.”"You’re afraid?” I exclaimed,
standing up. “I’m so scared I’m shaking! I don’t… I’ve never… come on to
another guy before.”I don’t know why I was so
angry, but he stood up and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.”It’s okay, Patrick.”I looked into his eyes.”Don’t you want to?”"Patrick, you are
absolutely beautiful. I want to kiss you so badly it makes me physically ill. I
want to hold you and make love to you and show you how incredibly hot you are.”I put my hand on his. My
voice came out in a whisper.”Then do it.”He looked into my eyes. I
could see the conflicted emotions.Finally, after what Lolita Portal seemed
like hours, his face relaxed. He’d made a decision.”The cleaning crew will be
here soon.”"So can we wait for them to
leave?”Now it was his turn to
whisper.”I don’t know if I can wait
that long. But yeah, we need to wait.”It was 6.30 now.”Oh, shit! I was supposed
to be home by now! Can I use your phone to call my mom?”"Of course!”I got up and went to his
desk.”What do I do?”"Hit 9 to get out, then the
number.”I sat at his desk, picked
up the handset and punched in my number. My mom answered after the third ring.”Hi, Mom.”"Where are you? We expected
you home by now.”"Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I
was hungry so I stopped to get a Sub sandwich and ran into some friends.” I was
glad I didn’t have a cell-phone.”You coming home soon?”I heard the sound of a Lolita Portal door
opening and put my hand over the receiver.”Hang on a sec, okay?”The custodian came in. He
looked surprised to see me.”The trash can’s on your
right, Patrick,” Scott said.I lifted up the can and
gave it to the custodian, who emptied it and handed it back.”Thank you!” Scott called.
“Good night.”"Good night.”When the man was gone I
uncovered the receiver again.”Sorry about that. Look–is
it okay if I stay out a while longer? The guys want to drive over the mall for
an hour or so.”"Homework done?”"Yeah. I finished while I
was eating.”"Well, okay. But don’t make
a habit of it.”"I won’t. Thanks, Mom.”I hung up, turned to Scott,
and grinned.”Free for as long as we
need.”As I got up and went to
him, my smile died on my face. I suddenly felt intensely serious. I needed to
feel wanted. The emotion hit me without warning. Maybe because I knew the
moment I had longed for was here.I grabbed him with both
arms and held him to my body. He seemed surprised, and for a moment he didn’t
move.”Hold me,” I said, my face
against his chest.His heart was beating a
strong tattoo against my cheek. He slowly put his arms
around me. I relaxed. I felt… at home.His head was against my
ear. I could feel his hardness against me. My own erection pressed back. I
moved my face to his, opened my mouth slightly, and kissed his lips. He
responded. I’d never kissed anyone before in a romantic or sexual way, but I
think it must be instinctual–when we kiss the first time we somehow just know
how to do it.His lips on mine were
electric, soft, wet, hard and tender all at one time. My tongue moved into his
mouth. His own battled mine, gently but firmly pressing back into my mouth. My
arms tightened around his body, and I felt him grip me tighter as well.He broke the kiss and
looked into my eyes.”Patrick…”I could hear the doubt, see
it in his troubled features.”Please,” I whispered.
“It’ll be okay. Please.”His hands went to my face.
He cupped my cheeks and stared into my begging eyes.”So beautiful,” he
murmured.He let go of my face and
ran his hands along my sides until they reached the waist of my jeans. Then he
tugged my shirt out of my pants and lifted it up. I held up my arms and he
slipped it off and tossed it onto the floor. He brought his face to my chest
and kissed my right breast, making me shudder. Then he licked at the nipple.
When it grew hard he sucked on it. I gasped loudly. My head was spinning and my
teen-cock was hardening. He turned his attention to my left tit and I closed my
eyes, my body electrified.He kissed my chin and
nuzzled my neck. He licked my earlobe and drew his tongue inside my ear-hole.
When I moaned softly he nibbled the lobe gently. It was like nothing I’d ever
felt. My body was his at that moment; he could do anything he wanted with it. I
surrendered completely.He kissed my lips briefly,
and they burned from his touch. Moving unhurriedly, he knelt and ran his tongue
from the middle of my chest down my hairless belly to my navel, which he paused
to lick.My legs went weak.He turned me around gently,
stood up again and began kissing my shoulders. My breathing had become erratic
and raspy. His tongue slid slowly down the center of my spine to the small of
my back.I knew I should be doing
more for him than I was, but I was so caught up in the intense and unfamiliar
eroticism of what he was doing to me that I simply stood there and luxuriated
in the way this sweet man made love to me, causing every sort of physical
reaction it was capable of producing. Besides, I think it gave him satisfaction
to teach me some of the seemingly endless ways in which my body could
experience pleasure. After all, wasn’t that one of the major reasons I had
sought out this experienced older man?He turned me around again,
his face level with my crotch. My hard-on was straining against my jeans. He
looked up at me and smiled. He Lolita Portal placed his palm against my woody and I jumped,
hissing through my teeth with delight at the feel of his hand on my cock. He
undid the button on my Lolita Portal jeans and his fingers moved to my zipper. He slid it
down slowly, sensuously, and when it was unzipped he pulled the sides of my
trousers open.My dick was pushing
hungrily against my tightie-whities. He caressed it through the cloth, making
me suck in my breath again. Sliding his fingers beneath the elastic band he
lowered the front of my briefs down, allowing my achingly hard cock to pop out.
He nestled the cloth beneath my tight balls and his fingers gently closed
around my shaft.It’s a good thing the
building was deserted, because I know I moaned pretty loud. Aside from my
doctor and myself, no male had ever touched me there before–and other than me,
no one had ever done so in an erotic way. It felt like a bolt of pure sexual
electricity had shot through the head, into the shaft, down around my balls and
straight up to my heart.He caressed each part of it
lovingly. His index finger Lolita Portal traced the contours of the head and dipped into the
pre-cum that had gathered at the tip, spreading it around the incredibly
sensitive underside.”You have a lovely cock,
Patrick,” he said. Lolita Portal
I think I said some kind of thank-you, but I can’t be sure.
I was too aware of the amazing run of sensations I was experiencing to speak
properly.He stroked it tenderly, and
when he ran his hand to the base he cupped my balls. I gasped again. A little
monotonous maybe, but what else could I do to express the incredible pleasure
this man was giving me?The tip of his tongue
licked at the head of my boy-cock. More gasps. Could I ever do anything else?
Oh, the hell with it. I didn’t care. His tongue slipped gently into my
piss-slit and I grabbed his head, holding on for dear life. I wasn’t sure I
could keep standing up otherwise.”Patrick?”"Mmmmmmm…”"I’m going to suck your
cock. But I know what it’s like to be young. You won’t be able to keep from
coming very long. So before I do that, I want to see the rest of you. Okay?”"Okay,” I rasped. My voice
sounded to me like it was coming from someone else.”Turn around, okay?”I turned my back to him. He
slipped my briefs down, and I felt the cool air of the office against my ass. He
pulled my pants and underwear around my ankles and then I felt his hands on my
cheeks, cupping them. His touch sent waves of ecstatic pleasure through my
entire body.”Your ass is gorgeous,” he
said softly.He gently kneaded my
cheeks, caressing them and spreading them apart. I felt his mouth on my left
butt-cheek, its warm breath thrilling me and making my cock jump. He kissed and
suckled, first one cheek and then the other. Then he began to lick them,
tracing their roundness from the base of my spine to the space behind my
ball-sac.His lips came closer and
closer to the cleft of my ass-cheeks and he spread them again with his hands.
Suddenly his lips were between my cheeks. I moaned as he started kissing and
licking around my hairless asshole. The feeling was indescribable… but it was
nothing compared to what replaced it, when his lips went directly to my cherry
anus.I knew about rimming from
my Internet “research,” but I never expected to experience it myself, so soon
in my newfound gay life. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I Lolita Portal had taken a
good, long, cleansing shower after track practice.His tongue pressed in at my
asshole and I tried to relax my sphincter–not an easy thing to do in my
heightened sexual and emotional state. Then he pushed inside and I experienced
a thrill so strong I nearly fell forward. His warm, wet tongue was probing
deeply inside me, flicking in and out, making me insane with lust. As if all
that weren’t enough, while he tickled my rear with his mouth he reached around and
took hold of my dribbling cock and gently stroked it up and down.”I–I’m gonna cum if you
don’t stop,” I managed to say through my sexual delirium.He withdrew his tongue from
my trembling butt.”Sorry, Patrick,” he said,
laughing a little.He turned me back around
and took my dick in his hand.”Cum in my mouth,” he said,
and went down on me.He took me deep, sliding
his head forward and back, stimulating me with his expert lips and tongue and
caressing my butt-cheeks, slipping his index finger between them and tickling
my hole.That did it.I felt my orgasm building,
and I gripped his shoulders, pumping my cock deep in his mouth and crying out
in ecstasy as my balls drew up and I shot my load.He swallowed Lolita Portal it all, and kept
licking and sucking until my shuddering tapered off and every drop of boy-cream
was milked from me.My knees went completely,
and I slowly sunk to the floor. We knelt, facing each other, and our bodies
came together again. Although I was breathing hard, I kissed him deeply,
gratefully.My entire body tingled. It
was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.I broke the kiss and placed
my lips next to his ear.”Thank you,” I murmured.He put his lips close to my
own ear and whispered, “You’re welcome, baby.”The spell slowly shattered,
and I came to a shameful realization.I pulled away from him and
stared into his eyes, guilt clouding my face.”You didn’t cum!”"No. But I don’t have to. I
wanted you to enjoy the experience. I didn’t want to impose my desires on you.”"But I want to please you,
too.”"Patrick, you did. You have
pleased me more than I can say. Just by wanting to be with me. That’s fairly
unusual for me. It means a lot.”We stood up and kissed for
a few minutes. Then he patted my butt and broke the kiss.”You better get dressed.
You need to get home.”I blushed.”Yeah, I guess so.”I slipped my pants up and
he handed my shirt to me. I put it back on and tucked it in.A few minutes later we were
outside the building, standing in the parking lot, facing each other.”I want to kiss you,
Scott,” I said. I felt a pang of desperation.”I want to kiss you, too,
Patrick. But not here.”"Will I–can I see you
again?”"You really want to?”"Yes!” I neatly
shouted. “Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”He looked down at his
shoes. Then he looked up again and ticked the items off using his fingers for
emphasis.”One: I’m almost 30 years
older than you. Two: I’m not nearly as attractive as you are, or as so many
other guys your age are. Three… Oh, fill in the Lolita Portal blanks, honey.”"Let me be the judge of all
that, okay? You made me so happy tonight. You showed me that what I wanted is
exactly right for me. I’m grateful, sure, and yeah I want to do more. I want to
make love to you the way you made love to me. But I also like you,
Scott. I like you a lot.”"You don’t know me,
Patrick. You don’t know me at all.”"But I want to know
you! I want to know all about you. I want to see you naked, and Lolita Portal I want to… to
do everything with you.”He looked like he didn’t
believe me, but he reached into his shirt pocket and took out a business card.
Then he pulled out a pen and jotted something on the back of it.”Here. My email address. If
you still think you’re serious tomorrow, write to me.”I took the card, glanced at
what he had written, and tucked it into my back pocket.”Do you–do you like me,
Scott?”"Patrick–very much. But all
we really know about each other is sex. It’s not enough.”"I know that. But we won’t
know anything else if we don’t try. And anyway, you gotta admit we’ve already
broken the ice!”He laughed.”Yeah, I guess we did.
Okay, Patrick. If you write to me I’ll believe you’re serious.”"I will. I’ll write to you Lolita Portal tonight.”"Give it a day or two. See
how you feel then.”"I know how I feel. I’m not
a child.”He sighed.”But you are. In the eyes
of the law, you are. And you’re so young. Your emotions are all mixed up and
you may mistake emotion with desire. Remember, Patrick, I was 16 once. I know
how… unstable everything seems at your age.”"You don’t feel guilty, do
you?”"Yeah. I do. A little.”"Well, don’t. You didn’t
seduce me. I seduced you. Hell, I all but jumped your damn bones!”"I will write to you,”
I said, ending the discussion. He shrugged, beaten–at least for the moment.”Okay, Patrick,” he smiled.
“Now go home and tell your mother all about the mall.”We opened our car doors,
stopped, looked at each other, smiled, got in our respective cars, started
them, waved at each other, and drove off in separate directions.It was all I could do not
to follow him. To see where he lived. To force my way into his house, throw him
down on his sofa and suck him off. Instead, I drove home, stopping on the way
for that sub I’d told my mother I had already eaten. I was suddenly ravenously
hungry.I smiled to myself. Why
wouldn’t I be hungry? Look at all the calorie-burning activity I’d been
involved in since the end of the school day!I went home, glowing but
feeling sleepy. After-glow catching up with me, I guess. All I wanted to do was
flop down on my bed and sleep like there was no tomorrow.First, though, I fired up
my PC, logged onto my email account, and shot off a fast note to The Book Man.”Dear Scott: Thanks for
being my mentor this evening. I’ll write more later. I will write more.
Fondly, Patrick.”"P.S.Next time, I will return
the favor. — P.”As I lay under my sheets I
realized I could smell him on my skin. It was nice. I could also taste him in
my mouth. That was even nicer.I rolled over, trying to
ignore the woody I was starting to get thinking about him, and slept.To Be Continued…

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