No sooner had Spike’s rampant dick freed itself - with a little help from “paramedic” Stevie-boy - from his boxers than Stevie gave up pretending that he was really interested in helping Spike with the cut on his thigh.
Instead he took Spike’s cock in his right hand and cupped his left fist around the injured twink’s fat, juicy balls. As he did so he closed his eyes and let out a little sigh. “Honest, Jordy” Spike told me later. “It was just like he’d been saving himself for this all his life and he was, like, just making the most of it. “But the trouble was, that wasn’t where I was coming from.
“OK, I was only 18 then, but I’d already been fooling around with guys - well, more than just fooling around, if ya’ know what I mean - for years”, he chuckled to himself.  Continue...