So there was no one for me to talk to. Totally cliché, right? XXX But despite myself I was intrigued by him. I gripped it lightly and ran a thumb along the slippery foreskin under the head of his cock. I didn’t want to hear anything either of them had to say. I was wearing a tight’ish t-shirt and the shirt had a tendency to ride up a bit, exposing some midriff. He could go to the prom by himself as far as I was concerned. You can hate me if you want, but at least hear me out so you can hate me for the right reasons.
