But there I was, thirteen years old, wrestling with this really choice little ten-year-old sissy-boy, he was giggling like a goddamn girl as I rolled around on top of him, stripping the ball out of his hands.But there I was, thirteen years old, wrestling with this really choice little ten-year-old sissy-boy, he was giggling like a goddamn girl as I rolled around on top of him, stripping the ball out of his hands. I had him in a half-nelson, he was still laughing when I started dry-humping his tight little ass; he didn't even know what I was doing, he was that fucking clueless, he thought I was just playing with him, and I was rubbing a big hard bone up and down the crack of his ass through our clothes. Ten years old, he didn't even know what a fucking woodie felt like, pressing into his own butt! I was at the edge of puberty at the time, only just getting the first downy tufts of hair on my balls, and the testosterone was pumping through my bloodstream; it was better than any drugs I've ever done since. I rolled off the kid, holding the ball, my cock thumping franticly against my fly, screaming at me not to stop. I rolled the kid onto his back; he was so ...sweet. I wanted to watch his face when I did it. I grabbed his legs, started yanking down his bell-bottoms; I easily pinned his scrawny chest to the ground with one hand, he only weighed about 70 pounds, and I was in the top weight class for our league, at 135 and 5'6 I was one of the biggest Jr High wrestlers in the whole fucking conference, and none of it was fat. |