“Think it was as big as this one?” he asked, staring at my face.
I thought I would throw up. I was so scared and excited at the same time that I wanted to explode.
He pulled my arm toward him. “You can touch it if you want.”
It was the only thing I wanted. The rest of the world disappeared, and a gravitational force pulled me to his hard dick. But, I resisted. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought maybe he was trying to trap me. Make me touch his dick and then call Dad and tell him that he didn’t want a fag staying with him.
“It’s okay.” His voice was calming. “Seriously. Your dad used to let me touch his all the time.”
I jerked my hand back in shock. My dad?
He tightened his grip on my arm and pulled it back toward him. “He used to let me do a lot of things to his dick. I can show you if you want.”