Joey wasn't gay, he was just... “a friendly nice guy.” Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education pov but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to “belong,” to please you, or to make you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop to his knees, fish out your cock and teen start sucking. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that wasn't too public. I don't know when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made love to a cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the cheeks of his mouth. Guys very seldom lasted very long mainly because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that good. He always swallowed every drop. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt or thought given blowjob to the act itself. Although he was a full grown adult he kept a childlike attitude of life. He had the same attitude in happily running an errand for you for a pack of cigarettes, or a beer. It was rumored that he was “well hung” and some of the favors he performed for the neighborhood included some special favors for the older widowed and divorce ladies . But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a secret, no one really knew for sure if the rumors were true. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related accident when he was in grade school. With the union insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody's little brother and everyone looked out for him and in return he gladly did odd jobs for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy. One evening, as the two of us sat on public a stoop watching a stick ball game in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in general, Joey looked at me and asked if we were “good friends.” I smiled and said, “Sure, Joey why do you ask?” He said he wanted to ask me a favor and I said, go ahead. To my surprise he said, “Could I fuck you?” I shouted “WHAT! Why would you ask me something like that?” He cowered, ducked and covered his head with his hands and said “Don't hit me.” I told him I wasn't going to hit him but why would he ask me something like that. His answer surprised me. He said a couple of the guys liked to fuck him (this was news to me) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would feel if he did it to someone else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all “his good friends” but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he didn't understand why if they could do it to him why he couldn't do it back. It dawned on me it was going to be tricky attempting to explain to Joey the double standard men in the neighborhood had, especially in those days. That it was OK to be the “fucker” in anal intercourse, that's considered masculine but it was not OK to be the “fuckee” and let some one do that to you, that's considered feminine. So I just said, “most guys don't like to do that and never do it.” That seemed to make sense to him and he said “What about you? ” That's when I flashed back to my younger days when I was at a boys camp one summer and where guys did everything to each other all summer long without any one thinking anything about it. We just considered it “kids stuff” but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guilt and stigma started to get attached to any thing but “male/female sex.” I looked at Joey and lied and said I never thought about it. Innocently he looked at me and said, “Could asian you think about it as a favor to me? I'll let you do it to me first if you want.” That got my attention and my cock twitched inside my pants. I did start to think about it and remembered how much I enjoyed being both the “bottom” and the “top” when I was younger at that camp but then all the guys were a lot smaller, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully developed cock, especially if Joey was as hung as people said he was. I looked at Joey and explained the neighborhood wouldn't understand me doing “a favor like that” for him. He beamed and said, “But you didn't say “No. I swear no one would ever find out.” I wasn't sure of that and asked him how he could be so sure. He said he had been giving it a lot of thought and since his Mom went to church Bingo every Monday night, he always had their place alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was right, no one would ever see me go to his place and I knew Joey would never say a word of what we did. I smiled and said he had a good plan and we should try the plan that coming Monday. I pushed hard. “I need you to fuck me Peter. Not around my mother but my uncle definitely knew I was fascinated with his prick. The multitude of sensations seemed to be too much for Alison, and he felt her body begin to shiver. I watched her for a asian second, trying to process that this was really happening. Uh oh. How about you 2 girls come in on Saturday afternoon and we’ll work on your public routines.” I take the crushed up weed and line it up in the center of the paper. “I know,” groaned Araceli. It would be so hot. But I was actually feeling pretty embarrassed. It felt so damn good, tears filled my eyes. Not because of any preference of mine necessarily but rather those were the girls that most often hit on me. He twisted it and pressed until I cried out with it passing my sphincter. He didn't hate me after I became a futa and broke up with him. Shocked, Aella stood for several seconds over the boy, who had become unconscious. Even though my Mom seemed unaware of my actions, she moaned softly as I stroked her, and I could feel her teen vagina twitching and seem to grab onto my young cock. “Another one?” Christie asked. Last night he invited me along to watch and take notes about what was going on, when he and Doris were to visit a couple that he knew, Roy and June. This was blowjob it, I knew the creature would be nearby guarding its prey, so I crept around the corner ready to blind it and make our get away. A teacher.” “Someone I could trust not to want or expect anything more than just sex…” I began to put my dress on and slid my sandals on my feet. Obviously my show had turned him on, and more obviously I was here to pleasure him as well.He looked at me standing there naked with my erection jutting out and smiled, the other guy turned to face me, his cock also hard and slick from my saliva, he pointed at the man on the bed "suck his cock" I obeyed instantly, climbing onto the bed om my knees between his legs I bent forward and kissed this new cock held in his hand for my lips to receive. "Oh LUKE THAT FEELS SO GOOD. “So, you pov fucked her corpse?” Pavel asked, swirling his drink in the glass to release the flavour. He laughed louder, almost hysterical. Then it turned into a look of craving. “How can even think about sucking that dweeb cock?” Cassandra snarled.