I gave the young man my address and explained that it was about half a mile from the Maverick gas station. Anal sex He didn’t care about my screams or my fruitless attempts to break free. As I reached in with one hand to release his now engorging manhood, I slid my other hand into his shirt and felt the manliness of his well-muscled extremely hairy chest. Alvin removed his hand away from my anus and spit on my hole one last time. A three- or four-day growth of hair covered his chin and accentuated his laugh dimples. If I wanted to go along with him, I had to pay the price. I was pleasantly surprised as a spring of blond hair erupted from behind the now unzipped zipper. I grunted and screeched in pain; it was only a finger, but it hurt so bad. My mom for the first time told my stepbrother it was his choice, and I immediately began begging. I grunted and screeched in pain; it was only a finger, but it hurt so bad. Or so that’s what he had said.
