Without a word he pulled out of my ass, putting his hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me down against the vanity. I keep to the skater look mostly, layers of t-shirts and skate gloves, torn up black jeans or tactical cargos, and either skate shoes (I LOVE my Vans but I’m usually rocking DCs or Etnies these days) or combat boots. Moving it side to side I lathered him up very well on either side. gay,” He said. He and I talked for a bit after he climbed into his bunk. He leaned in to kiss me, but I was taken by surprise with this and pulled back, making him pause. I skated through high school (no pun intended), smart but not driven was the label my advisers always pinned on me. My older sister Rosie and her friends would dress me up in their old Sunday school dresses when I was a kid. “ Write us up ?” I said timidly. I keep to the skater look mostly, layers of t-shirts and skate gloves, torn up black jeans or tactical cargos, and either skate shoes (I LOVE my Vans but I’m usually rocking DCs or Etnies these days) or combat boots.
