Curiosity Killed the CatChapter 2 Discovery
Saturday, May 04th, 1996, Sanford Maine My Sister Amber’s birthday was today; that thought was all that it took for me to start stroking my cock. It was already as hard as iron anyway since I had just woken up. Teenage boys always wake up with hard-ons that feel like they can cut through steel beams, no? Grabbing my shaft near the base, I squeezed myself hard, reached over to my nightstand, and pumped some skin lotion onto my right hand. Yeah, I had just discovered the wonderful benefits of...