![]() He didn't seem at all embarrassed that his long dick was still in public display for me. For some reason, it turned me on that this quiet boy, naked, was talking to me without embarrassment. "I, well, don't suppose I should be here, because, you know, I have to eat, and I need to put this package away," I said, gesturing to the parcel again. He didn't say anything, but just kept staring at me. He moved over and let me slide into the room. I gently threw my package under my bed, and was about to head out with a crimson face, when I felt a strong but gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around, head turned down, until I realized I was looking at his limp dick. I suddenly felt the same pushing feeling against my trousers. "Have you ever touched a penis?" he asked me. ![]() "Would you like to touch mine?" He strided over to his bed, and sat down. Without reply, he pulled my hand down to his penis. I knelt down, and instantly took to rubbing his dick head. He watched me quietly, and suddenly I felt a challenge to make him moan. I rubbed my hand down his shaft, just like I watched him do.
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