When I woke the next morning, I heard VP leave the house. It didnt bother me, as I lay in bed and staring at the ceiling. VP and I had slowly drifted away from what, we once had. I just lay there, day dreaming and thinking of Jimmy, and how much I enjoyed him fucking me and his big cock. He had me satisfied and content, for the first time in my life. I couldnt wait until school finished, and Jimmy giving me all his worth of his gorgeous steamy black cock. I was restlessly but rested. Every now and then the taunts I received by the neighborhood black kids near the bus shelter, would flash in my head and made me angry. Eventually I showered and dressed for school. I approached the main doors of the school building, as the bell sounded for class to start. So I hurried to my class clutching my books to my chest. I was walking awkwardly, as the pounding at the hands of Jimmy made me stiff and tender. My lower back ached. All day at school I touched my tender inner thighs. I caught a. All Kevin could do was to turn his head away as the whip came down, again and again, barely giving him time to draw breath between the vicious strokes. After about ten minutes, the other man seemed to tire of his sport and dropped the whip. Walking up to Kevin, he cupped the sobbing young man’s chin in his hand and lifted his head up. Kevin looked at him with red, tear-filled eyes. He’d never imagined such pain could exist. His entire body was burning. ‘You are pretty, aren’t you?’ the other man said. It was the first time Kevin had heard him speak and, through the haze of pain, he thought he recognised him. Was it possible that this was an old customer? ‘Don’t look like that. I’m not going to kill you.’ Laughing, the other man turned away. Kevin heard him walk up behind him and tensed as the other man’s hands gently but firmly settled over his hips. He could feel the hot, dry length of his cock pressed up to his skin. The other man pushed his lips to Kevin’s neck and shoulders,.
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