He asked me to touch him. His protruding veins spread out like lightning across a cloudy sky. He took me in his arms, sat me on his laps, laid my head on his chest and I felt peace.
He ran his fingers across my back and told me it was fine. Sometimes, he kissed my neck. My forehead first. He did this when she was out, either to market or those unusual walks in the evenings.
It continued and soon I had my arms around his neck. I would feel his dick kick from within his trousers and he would look at me and smile. Several times he let me rest my left hand on his d!ck especially when I sat on his right lap. I marveled at how hairy they were. His thighs.
He bought me lots of biscuits and drinks. We even had suya nights whenever she was away on a trip. Yes, I have been fvcked but I’m not gay. (I’m not gay)
