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We had been dry humping each other and getting stiffies. Also, we had made up grand plans of how we would get naked during a sleep over the coming day, and for the lack of a better word, try out different things. Those plans had fallen apart as his father had walked in on us humping each other, while clothed, in doggystyle on his parent’s bed, teen and though his parent’s to the best of my knowledge kept it to themselves, me and that friend never really hung out together any more due to our mutual embarrassment. Letting my aroused mind wander, I wondered of this runt of the litter, lying there so silently, yet regularly moving as if to find the optimal sleeping position (as if that was the problem keeping him from finding true shuteye), had any similar experiences of his own? I suppose he, in a way, reminded me of myself at that age, though I had been lanky whereas he was girlishly slender and probably underweight. I couldn’t imagine any of his friends or classmates being smaller than him; I envisioned him taking on the role of a girl whereas whatever friend he would be with inherently had the role of the guy. Though lacking in any muscle development that I assumed active young boys would have (from my impressions thus far he was not that type of kid), I supposed he had a rather cute little behind. Drawing on memories of having seen him standing some hours earlier, I knew that his slender backside didn’t automatically pass over to his skinny legs. No, there had definitely been a wee, yet noticeable, rump masturbation there on the back of his trousers. An image crept into my head, of how it was me dry humping him while he stood on all fours, and a moment later we were both naked in doing so. My cock was suddenly harder than ever - in recent memory at least. I grasped it tight beneath my comforter and couldn’t complete stifle a grunt. A flicker of issues regarding morality, and the absolute decadency of what I had been imagining set in, but these concerns were of equal swiftness brushed aside. I couldn’t help but to want to - need to - envision myself naked with diminutive Jonas. Bear in mind that it was the first time in over two years that I wasn’t alone in bed. Though I had not consciously checked out his petite ass before, I had a strong urge to do so now. Although I wouldn’t, of course, do anything as brazen as pulling down his comforter and thereby allow me to feast my eyes, and maybe even hands, on what must be a clitoris splendid butt, I sure didn’t mind imagining it. Even though my tight earlier predatory fantasies had focused on young teenage girls, they had in all honesty been drifting recently towards girls not dissimilar in stature to the undersized boy, who was strikingly feminine now that I allowed myself to fully think about it without (normal) mental roadblocks. The young damsels of my mental utopia sometimes had only the smallest of breasts, and possessed small, verging on tiny, yet hauntingly firm assess. In other words, except for the reversal of genitalia, there wasn’t much of a difference between them and this toyboy. At his point it dawned on me that Jonas’ father must have ultimately climaxed one way or another, because the ruckus had finally stopped. Hence, I found myself trying to settle down, which happened slowly but gradually. Rationalizing, or rather attempting to do so, this turn of events in my head, I took comfort in the fact that older men throughout history had found themselves sexually attracted to young boys. If the conquering Romans of old could actually have boys on retainer, as sexdolls to do with as they pleased, then I shouldn’t feel the need to be overly appalled by my mere thoughts. And also, once turned on it is easy to find unnormal relations enticing – something I knew far too well from these last years. Furthermore, I could swear, and still can, that somewhere I have heard the saying “a hot girl, with an ass like a little white boy”. I am absolutely certain that I’ve heard something like that being said. Sure, I’d had the thoughts, but it wasn’t as if I had acted on them like some pervert who couldn’t control himself... Sleep came eventually for my part, though it was irregular, and I had trouble finding peaceful thoughts every time I woke up. As the morning arrived, and Sandra gently tapped on the door to ask whether we would want scrambled eggs and bacon, I was undeniably still tired, yet also thankful that a mentally arduous night had come to an end. Having both announced that we would indeed like a serving each, I lingered in bed with a throbbing morning glory as Jonas got dressed and left the room. Last night’s fantasies had evidently not been a singular aberration; as the tiny fellow left the bed, my gaze took in as much of him as possible in the dim morning lights seeping in through the still closed blinds. He did indeed have a perky little butt, framed by a pair of tight black boxers. I had a hard time envisioning him gaining any favor with the ladies in his current physique, frail as he looked. At least he wasn’t ugly, so he had that going for him. But, ladies of his own age would probably go for athletic boys that were outgoing and did sports, instead of a shy and quiet one who looked weaker than gals even younger than him. As soon as I was alone, I began pleasuring myself. With a closed door, I had taken one of yesterday’s socks, and made sure I could easily, and quickly insert my dingdong into it as the orgasm neared, which it promptly did. I suppose I could have been forgiven for imagining having intercourse with my sister, especially considering the sounds of last night, but it was neither her nor thoughts of teenage girls I was stroking my dick ever faster to. Instead, fixed on my mind was me and sweet Jonas engaged big in full-on, hardcore nude action. The ensuing day, I found myself having to consciously try to act normal. She told the story in one stretch and then she stuck her tongue out and it went almost to her chin. Deidre wondered. Billy has an amazing cock! ..I did.” She said, pleased with herself. “Listen, kid… I’ll make a deal masturbation with you…” I say, finally breaking the silence. Amit: "Be patient." After him I think I loved Allen but he dumped me for a long-legged noisy bitch. “You can eat me.” Dakota whispered into my ear. Looking at her and the actions with her mom had his teen cock hard once again. I was stuck for words and just shook my head, which was no help at all. you need it for today." "Please", "don't", "stop." “One of the reasons I came here was because you American chicks are soooo hot”, Cherry said, her face very close to Amy's, their lips, almost touching. tight Mike came around to stand behind the computer, “This is total privacy, no one knows it is your bottom in that corridor. She grabbed the zipper of her light jacket, opened it and threw it to the ground. “I, um, gave Michael something that I wanted back.” Still blushing, she got back to searching, as did Harry, trying not to think of what she’d given him. Right now though, she was giving it all big she had. It made me so wet to blow him. Tongue in the ass transcends those as mightily as a rocket transcends an airplane. She nipped, licked, and sucked around her niece wet pussy before spreading Havana's lips and running her clitoris tongue from her peritoneum to her clit as it stood out from its protective hood. All of a sudden, I didn’t know where my allegiances lied. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. Sheila was wearing a white low cut, tight body, mini dress. Jesus! I'll go with Darlene.” She said she lost count on how many times she came but it was surely a record for her. Then she gasped.