Pure And Playful: Meet Your Ideal College Sweetheart
0I tended to prefer blond, blue-eyed boys, but if he were my type, I would never say no to playing around with him. “Ok. He stood there as I pulled down his tight-fitting boxers, lifting each leg as I got them down to his feet. I think he was, but he was not my type, at all. What’s the matter, hunny?” he questioned. Remember when I told you it was a good idea to lock your door?” he asked. He slowly guided my cock up into him centimeter by centimeter. I felt his look was more than curiosity, but knew better. This was the first time anyone every accused me of being queer, which of course I was. “Are you and Brandon goofin around?” he asked. “Bob, that’s what coach wanted to see me for. His left leg was lying between mine and the touch of his thigh on my cock began to give rise to another hard-on for this day. Why didn’t I see that?