I want it. XXX At least, that was the logic that I could live with, to justify being there, knowing I would be letting him take my anal cherry in just a few minutes. The remnants of Wayne Stilson tried to stop me, knowing what was next, if I did. “Rise up, Captain, and let’s find that sweet spot.”
I pressed against the arm of the sofa, raising my torso and the angle of his cock pressed him against my prostate. Above it, was a red spandex-like T-Shirt, with what looked like the outline of a limp cock and ball sack with a large CC inside it. “Come on in, Senior Captain!” I heard his shout from within the house, thankful he left off cocksucker from my title, as he shouted it for all to hear. What he made me do after made it all too real, though.
