It's happening again. And this time it feels so different. My doubts remain, but my excitement is clear. I'm walking to meet him again. My heart is pounding, my mouth is dry. It feels different this time. The fear lingers, but it is not the fear of sucking cock; I adored that. It's the fear of being caught. What would my friends say if they knew? But they won't. I know nobody in this area. My secret is safe. I think I'm h...

The butterflies in my stomach are making my legs tremble. I feel the sweat in my palms as I grip my knuckles tightly in a mix of fear and anticipation. Having come this far, there is no option but to follow through. My eyes are darting from his eyes to his cock - a seven-inch long, uncut, veiny shaft that looks as hard as steel. He is smiling. He sees my fear. I feel like I am standing on the edge of a high diving board....