The next two weeks I tried to avoid Mr. Gilson’s house or talk to him when I passed by, but when I was m**********g thinking about FJ, his ripped hard body kept morphing into Mr. Gilson’s burly hairy one. It was getting difficult to get him out of my head. I imagined it was that young hairy Faiz Gilson f*****g me through that tight singlet, and that got my juices flowing.
One night I was going at it. I was so close but couldn’t get myself to finish. I kept imagining FJ, calling his name over and over, frantically stroking my c**k, but I couldn’t shoot, so I decided to switch to Mr. Gilson- Big Faiz.
I thought of his bulky body slamming against my skinny one, his monster c**k drilling my hole like those boys in porn. Giving it to me good, spanking me, pulling my hair, calling me his boy,
