It all started at the beginning of the school year. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Indian sex His voice was calm, amused, like he’d seen this a thousand times before. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. My eyes shot open, maybe it was an accident, I thought. “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Ignore them,” Jake said, still scrubbing. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. That tension. I turned red as my cock spurted squirt after squirt onto the tiled wall in front of me, and his thumb repeatedly pressed inside my body, gently getting slower as my pulses faded. Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed.
