Donnie s story part 1
When I was fourteen, I had plenty of friends but sometimes none of them would be around, so there was this kid named Kyle, about 12 years old, who lived two buildings down the street from me, and if he was around, I'd sit on his steps and talk to him. I didn't really think of him as my friend, but he didn't seem to have any friends, and he was rather slow. We were sitting on his steps one day just talking, and I noticed that I could see the tip of his penis sticking out of the bottom of...