Kyle was hyperactive and very enthusiastic as an adolescent and teenager. He always had a smile on his face. Maybe that was why I had a crush on him back then. He was handsome; sure; but it was his outright brightness to life; no matter how bad he was treated or teased by other boys; he never let it show that it was getting him down. We would play the same video-games together, watch similar movies and Japanese animation. All those fun geeky things that made us not care about the popularity pressures of school life. When I came out and told people that I was 'Gay', when I was actually Bisexual; Kyle didn't take it as well as the others. Kyle and I were such close friends and he never anticipated that I was that way. As a teenager, Kyle was a victim of being fooled by clichés. To him; if I was a 'homo', I had to be those type of guys that act like girls and have my arm extended with a limp wrist. A boy just like Blake came to mind. Kyle was silly and rather simple minded when it came to things like. But over time; I think he understands a lot more than he did. After a few years went and he found out I was dating 'Girly Blake'; he would put his arms around my shoulders like a drunken buddy at parties and ask me how the sex was. I would jokingly go into detail with him; which in retrospect; probably wasn't the moral thing to do. I mean; a straight man shouldn't brag about how they made their wives squeal at night. After high school I was suddenly nineteen-years-old and without a lover. I kept myself occupied by studying at college for a while. It was then that a younger brother of one of my other friend's contacted me on MySpace at japanese the time. It was my hentai husband to be; Blake. Blake was a beautiful teenage boy with longer dark brown hair and a face that was prettier than most girls. He was slender and had lovely shaped legs that made his wonderfully shaped bottom poke out in a obscene but delightful way; especially when he wore tight jeans. He was a twink with a bubble butt. He looked so sexy and playful that he was an easy catch and hard to refuse. He was the type of boy everyone knew was going to turn out queer later down the track. He was the type of boy where everyone else knew his sexual preference before he did himself. The first date we went out on was at the movie cinemas. I picked Blake up at a local shop and drove to the movies which were further into town. We were both very nervous and giddy. He told me that had had a crush on me for years. Our families used to go on holiday trips together and he said that he was obsessed with me. I never thought about it as strange those five or so years before, but I do remember my siblings and Blake's brothers asian making fun of him for talking about me a lot. When we both arrived at the cinemas we walked up the stairs towards the entrance. And then the Outlook Sub-Menu. "No more foreplay, bitch. I’m pregnant.” That announcement was met by stony silence for a few seconds while it sunk “Just enjoy the show.” Beth I hear you calling I actually want to see it, not on the internet. That same chuckle. It thrust out thick and long from his dark pubic hair. I feel great, sexy, half japanese (almost) naked and on display, the sun is warm but I am hotter between my legs, my nipples are continually erect. His hentai balls were quite huge. She tried to scream but the ball stopped her. To my astonishment, I find I am trembling. Sorry asian princess. The way he fucked her was confusing, he was constantly alternating between angry and gentle, hard and soft, it was impossible for her to anticipate but amazing to ride out. I just felt… Guilty.