Passionate69
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The californian air tickled the bronzed skin of Matt Sumter as he layed in his lounge chair by the hotels pool. The bright sun beat down upon his eighteen year old toned body as his bright green eyes looked around in amazement. He couldn't believe he was in california.
Matt grew up in a very very small town in connecticut and was raised by a very stern catholic mother. They would attened church every day, and he was sent to a private school owned by nuns, and his Aunt as the principal.
He was a very very naieve young man and knew nothing about the outside world. He longed to know about it, there was so much he wanted to do...and feel. Thats why one night he snuck out here, behind his mothers back as soon as he graduated highschool. But he still felt utterly alone. There was so much he wanted to learn...and no one here to show him
With a dramatic sigh, Matt leaned back against his chair and began watching as more and more bodies filled up the seats around him. One inparticular caught his eye. She had the dark amber hair that waved down in thick curls along her very tanned and slim body. Her bellybutton ring glittered in the sunlight and her perfectly manicured nails was applying taning oil to her almost naked body.
Matt's heart skipped a beat and he felt a particular stirring in his pants. Immediatley he felt embarresed. He was taught when he was younger he should NEVER feel those things, and it would cause him to go straight to hell.
So in all of his eighteen years...the boy got off maybe three times.
He had been getting so hard latley. Maybe it was seeing all these hot girls in their skimpy bikinis, or maybe he was just a damned soul as his mother put it. But in any case, the pain he was going through was torture. The tightness of his balls was unbarable, and his hardness seemed to be almost present. His hands shook and were slightly damp. Sharp teeth pulled at his bottom lip, trying to numb out the sensations below his waiste with pain. He needed this to go away. He needed to get off so badly, he hadn't done it in years, he couldn't take much more of this at all. It was only moments before he broke
Matt grew up in a very very small town in connecticut and was raised by a very stern catholic mother. They would attened church every day, and he was sent to a private school owned by nuns, and his Aunt as the principal.
He was a very very naieve young man and knew nothing about the outside world. He longed to know about it, there was so much he wanted to do...and feel. Thats why one night he snuck out here, behind his mothers back as soon as he graduated highschool. But he still felt utterly alone. There was so much he wanted to learn...and no one here to show him
With a dramatic sigh, Matt leaned back against his chair and began watching as more and more bodies filled up the seats around him. One inparticular caught his eye. She had the dark amber hair that waved down in thick curls along her very tanned and slim body. Her bellybutton ring glittered in the sunlight and her perfectly manicured nails was applying taning oil to her almost naked body.
Matt's heart skipped a beat and he felt a particular stirring in his pants. Immediatley he felt embarresed. He was taught when he was younger he should NEVER feel those things, and it would cause him to go straight to hell.
So in all of his eighteen years...the boy got off maybe three times.
He had been getting so hard latley. Maybe it was seeing all these hot girls in their skimpy bikinis, or maybe he was just a damned soul as his mother put it. But in any case, the pain he was going through was torture. The tightness of his balls was unbarable, and his hardness seemed to be almost present. His hands shook and were slightly damp. Sharp teeth pulled at his bottom lip, trying to numb out the sensations below his waiste with pain. He needed this to go away. He needed to get off so badly, he hadn't done it in years, he couldn't take much more of this at all. It was only moments before he broke