He leaned his hands against his locker, revealing patches of brown armpit hair under each arm. Xxx His hair, dripping wet, hung over his brown eyes. Our chests met, our burning skin sticking together, binding us together in our passionate embrace. Is he trying to set us up for something? For the rest of the day, I thought about that boy, leaving me in a state of perma-erection. Our chests met, our burning skin sticking together, binding us together in our passionate embrace. He clutched at my hair, now sounding an opera of ecstatic pleasure from the lips I hungrily tasted. A well proportioned, seven inch organ flopped around on his belly as he breathed. My tongue mapped out every ridge, every bump that they concealed. I watched the other kids on the same bus as me cluster together in anticipation.
