Growing boy- 2

Eric remembered Ms. Miller’s passion contorted face as he lay between her legs, banging into her pussy over and over. For a second, his mother’s pretty face and long dark hair replaced Ms. Miller’s, and he was banging his own mom. But it was well past his bedtime and he soon fell asleep to dream of dark-haired women whose sexy bras peeked from beneath lab coats, and who showed long shapely legs.

The next morning Eric awoke at first light. He didn’t want to get up, but his full bladder wasn’t to be ignored, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He was halfway through the door before he realized that he wasn’t alone.

“Hi there, cowboy,” said the man when he saw Eric.

“Oh… hi,” said Eric with a startled expression. The man was average height, nice looking with shaggy dark hair. The one thing he didn’t have was clothing, not a stitch. Eric couldn’t help himself, he checked the guy out. From a thatch of black pubic hair the man’s dick arched long and thick toward a couple of low hanging balls. Not half as long nor as thick as his own cock thought Eric, but certainly bigger than average.