I’ve called my mom crying, begging her to let me stay with her, at least until I can save up enough money to get my own place, but she just hangs up on me.”
“What a fucking bitch! He lowered his face and we kissed for the first time. It feels really good.” he answered in a tone barely above a whisper. “Danny, I want you to know that as long you live here, you can be yourself. There was no way I would not take time to savor his beautiful, young ass. “Were you giving or receiving?” The answer was obvious the way he was being submissive to me, but I needed to ask. I only put on my boxers and told him he was fine with only whitey-tighties. How long had he been wanting daddy to fuck him? It was his mother that had been calling him that from the day he was born and I started calling him that myself. Knowing his mother, I was sure it had something to do with her religious bullshit.
