Your fingers are feather-soft tracing patterns across my teenage chest. Your lips fleetingly brush mine and I open my eyes to gaze up at your face: dark brown eyes, aquiline nose, and those full cupid lips. I lick my lips as if tasting your kiss and your eyes shine.

“I know it’s your first time, Colin but I think you’re ready,” you say, smiling while lightly twirling fingers among my pubic hairs. “Am I right?”

My burgeoning erection automatically twitches and I nod and croak, “Yes,” as you swoop to suck my purple crown. “Oh yes, Richard, I’m ready.”