Another Step
There comes a Saturday morning interview during which the questions change. I spent the prior evening locked in Jackie’s embrace. Neck collar to neck collar, wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle... Jackie remaining in chastity as he spooned behind me, pushing his encased privates to my buttocks. He reached about and m*********d me. I now let him do this. And under Ms. O’Brien directing words, the finale was ruined of course. As I vociferously proclaimed the intense need to finally climax, Jackie was directed to stop. I dribbled... meekly... unmanly.
“You’ve been opened... for anal sodomy, Ryan... fanny f*****g. You enjoyed... at Second Street... oozing... making a puddle for your therapist each time. Do you want that again?”
Tape rolling, camera blinking I have no reply.
“As you
