Gym was a joke. We continued on this route for atleast 10 minutes. Desi sex I only had 30 minutes since Tom had to get one too. The fucking mitochondria! “You coming or what?” I said. “Come on,” I said, rushing him upstairs. taking off his shirt, and running my mouth down, down his chest. He stripped off faster than me, and oh was he hot. “I think there might be..” I said, giving up my attempt to hide my pulsing boner. I was not ashamed of it, in fact it was something I often showed off. Doggystyle, in the tub, with the hot, steamy water beating down on our intertwined bodies. After poking a scrawny little sixth grader out of our accustomed back-of-the-bus seat, we babbled endlessly on about our lives.
