Hypnotically, Joe would murmur detailed, fantastically dirty things he was going to do to Kyle, always coming back tenderly to what he was going to do to Kyle’s “tight little teenaged ass.” The repetition of this phrase grew more powerful each time Joe said it. Indian sex Joe went off and got himself a pair of small-sized blue jeans. “I want to look at your tight teenage ass,” he said, fetishing their age difference. Kyle flipped the package back over. “I want to see how they look.”
“Well…you’re actually not supposed to open the underwear before you buy it,” Joe said. He ran around the mall, the ugly, boring mall, hoping to see Joe. “Okay,” Kyle said, finally. This kid was just so lonely, dying for attention.




















