Lane sat down at the end of my bed, his underwear bulging, shirt left open to reveal his toned torso and that small patch of hair just under his naval was practically begging for me to follow it down to explore more of his body. I put my book down and tentatively crept my way next to the confident boy, my frame shrinking next to his on full display. He grabbed my shaky hand and moved it on top of his large trouser snake as a sigh of relief escaped from me and my hands wrapped around the hung top’s rock hard length. A smile crept onto my face when Lane told me to stay still, and I felt the tip of his massive manhood poke against my pucker. He pushes in, and I can’t help but moan feeling him fill up that empty space I never knew existed before being fucked.
