Its the true long wierd story of my life. It isn't very erotic i must say. Its about a Swedish 'White-trash' guys escape from a life of welfare and depression to a life of happiness and open gayness. The only thing that isn't real is the names.
There's something in his eyes that makes me melt inside, that leaves butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It's more beautiful than anything I've seen before. It's a mix of blue and green - almost turquoise.
My best friend, neighbor and all round close pal, What a guy?, and then the shock of all shock, he's not what I had thought all the time, What a revelation, and what an awesome time we had from then on.
My Fathers Step-brother was visiting us for a months leave, What I learned and what happened during that month are things and memories that has lasted a lifetime up to this point.
I let my eyes fall on his stopping short , his hazel eyes had gold flecks in them those very flecks I always wondered came from seemed a lighter, and softer gold.
I felt my spunk shooting though my knob. I had thrust as far as I could up his boy bum. He was going ot get it deep inside his rectum. I was going to gush gallons and fill up his bottom
I had to force my hand between his thighs. Billy was squirming around and giggling. I needed both hands to force his legs apart, I was desperate to get at his bum hole.