They called him Gibby, but his real name was Benny. He was missing his two smallest fingers on his left hand. I never noticed until after we had kissed and made out for several minutes.
"Softly, gently, only lips..." He would instruct.
I clearly wanted more. We rolled around, only kissing, slowly and sweetly, passionately.
It was enough for him, and it should have been enough for me. My rock hard cock wanted out. But it never came out. Neither did he, or I, in years to come.
He seemed tender and kind, and I trusted him completely, intimately. But I soon learned this was a mistake.
Before I left for the night, he stopped me coldly as I opened the door to exit.
"If you ever tell any one about us, I will kill you, and they will never find your body!!"
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