What's next?
Why does it feel so good?

"OF course I'd let the homies hit it." Yeah. I did say that. A lot of guys did. A lot of guys who ended up getting Second Puberty said those words. Most of those former boys didn't have the homies then ask or tell them to make good on those words. Even when that happened the homies usually weren't actually serious about it. Mine were. Or at least one of them was.
I hesitated when he asked, I said no at first but the idea didn't leave my mind. He kept asking, pestering me about it and each time he did my resistance waned. I kept thinking about it at night, the idea of letting my homies play with my tits, fondle my ass and use me as their relief toy kept me awake at night. It became what I dreamt about most nights, and most mornings I woke up with soaked panties.
Eventually I broke and gave in. I sat in front of my homie and allowd him to toy with my tits and my hair.
Why didn't I give in sooner? This feels so fucking good, it's almost impossible not to moan out loud.
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