“You enjoyed the conductor’s attention, didn’t you Danny Boy? So big and strong. His manhood gets nice and stiff and stands so tall, doesn’t it? Not like your tiny p***s. And you so nicely licked it clean for him.”
I chuckle as Danny Boy nods. He has a mesmerized look, as if recalling the deep penetration, the certain pain, the subsequent pressure on his little prostate, the satisfaction he must have felt having a real man explode inside him. His look tells me he is reliving the experience.
Danny Boy patiently stands as I slurp the hot coffee. He wants something and, though I know he too needs to use the facilities, there is more than that to his look.
“Okay, I know you’re sore.”
I guzzle the coo
