Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2021 19:03:02 -0500
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Subject: Knocking On Heaven's Door by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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  Knocking On Heaven's Door

  I had been in the army and saw my fair share of action, finally catching
some shrapnel, and full disability retirement. Feeling sorry for myself was
a full time job, and my life had become a caricature of the Stattler
Brothers' song `Counting Flowers On The Wall'. But I wasn't spending much
time watching `Captain Kangaroo'.

  Most evenings I would sit outside my door on a patio chair and drink
beer. My door, being the one with number 31 on it, in the cheap motel. You
know the kind that offers daily, weekly, or monthly rates. Truth be known,
they also offer hourly rates too. Mine had a kitchenette, so upscale
compared to the rest of the place.

  I had no time for friends or hobbies. Like I said, self pity is pretty
time consuming. I didn't cause anyone problems, and expected the same in
return. So, as I sat outside one evening, I paid little attention when the
door next to mine opened, and someone stepped out.

  After a minute, a deep voice said, "I need to get one of those."

  Startled, I looked over to see a giant of a man standing there. At first
I thought he was talking about my beer, until he gestured toward my
chair. It is just an aluminum frame with basket weave nylon mesh strips for
the seat and back.

  "Eight bucks, at that lawn and garden store, a few blocks that way," I
replied, pointing down the street.

  "Bill," he said, extending a huge bear paw in my direction.

  "Skip," I replied. My hand accepted its fate as his swallowed it. I
expected to draw back a mangled nub, but he was surprisingly gentle with
it.

  My gaze returned to the car lights passing by, as another day
disappeared. From the corner of my eye, I saw Bill down the last of the
beer he had and I hadn't noticed. Then he crushed the can easily with his
paw.

  "Later, Skip."

  "Yeah. See ya."

  I hadn't really gotten a good look at him in the dim light, I only knew
he was large. I don't mean fat, just a big guy. He seemed nice enough, as
long as he didn't give me any shit, I could be friendly too. I sat outside
in the cool night air another hour (and another beer) or so, before turning
in.

When I set my chair outside the next night, Bill opened his door. He
brought out his own chair, and a bag of burgers. I took a sip of my beer,
as he pulled out a burger.

  "Want one? I've got plenty," he offered.

  "No thanks. I had some chili."

  He proceeded to eat the first of three burgers, washing it down with sips
of beer. He made small talk as he ate, telling me he recently got out of
the Marines. I told him of my release from the army. I only then noticed he
was wearing sand camo pants. My gaze drifted to his crotch, but couldn't
make out any definition. His tee shirt couldn't hide his large biceps and
six pack abs. He was the epitome of a Marine.

  Having had a few encounters in the army, I wasn't unfamiliar with
male/male sex. Which is probably another reason I'm lonely and wallow in
self pity. I could never let myself have a meaningful relationship that
might be discovered by my parents. And by this time in life I figured I'd
never find anyone, especially since I was not what you'd call a social
butterfly.

  Bill started on his second burger, and told me he was divorced with a
thirteen year old son. I was shocked because he certainly didn't look old
enough to have a son that age. He was also pissed because he had to pay the
bitch a third of his income, when there was no real reason for the divorce
in the first place.

  "Were you caught fucking some bimbo? You know, women think that is a good
reason for divorce," I chuckled.

  "No, I wasn't fucking anyone. She just couldn't take the scars."

  "Scars?" I asked.

  Bill stood and turned so his right side was towards me. In the dim light,
I noticed some scarring from his elbow up to where his sleeve covered
it. He pulled his sleeve up to show it continued over his shoulder. I also
noticed some on his neck. It appeared to be burn scars.

  "She was a cheerleader. We were prom king and queen. Looks were always
important to her. She filed for divorce while I was still in the burn ward
in San Antonio. It goes down to here," he said, indicating just below his
hip. "So I guess I understand."

  I wasn't sure if that meant his dick was burned off too, and that's why
she filed, or just that so much was scarred she couldn't stand it.

  He must have read my expression, or noticed my gaze went to his
package. "It's not what you're thinking. That's perfectly intact. She just
didn't want to be married to a monster."

  "Well, she sounds pretty superficial to me. You're still the same person
she married. Even stronger, to have survived all that."

  Bill eyed me up and down. "I can see why you'd think that. I mean... no
offence, but you're kinda puny. What are you, like five foot four, weighing
a buck and a dime?"

  "Five six, one twenty five. Thank you very much," I said defensively.

  "Well, excuse me. I've only seen you sitting down. But what I meant was,
you would be more sensitive to people being superficial. I'd never
encountered that before."

  "You have, you just didn't know it. You were popular because of your good
looks. You were treated differently, just at the opposite end of the
scale."

  He nodded as he finished off the second burger. "Last chance," he said,
offering the last burger.

  "No thanks, I'm trying to keep my weight down."

  Bill chuckled at my joke, and unwrapped the burger. "So, you ever been
married?" he asked.

  "Nope, blissfully unattached."

  He nodded as he chewed, looking at me appraisingly. Then sort of
shrugged, and turned his attention back to his burger. Other than an after
dinner belch from Bill, the rest of the evening was quiet.

  Next day, I was walking to the store when a car horn blasted behind me. I
probably jumped three feet in the air. The window came down as he pulled to
the curb. "Where're you headed?"

  "Damn it, Bill! I about shit my pants. Just to the store to pick up a few
things. Where are you going?"

  "Headed to pick up Chinese take out. Hop in, I'll give you a lift."

  As I settled into the seat, I had a thought. "I make pretty good
spaghetti if you don't mind waiting awhile."

  "I haven't had a home cooked meal in.... fuck, forever. Sounds good to
me."

  While I cooked, Bill sat on the bed watching a game on tv. When I called
him to the little dinette set, he came over smiling. I placed an
overflowing plate of pasta and meat sauce in front of him, and my own
smaller portion across from his plate. With garlic bread in his hand, he
shoveled a fork load into his mouth.

  After a few more bites Bill said, "Damn this is really good. If you had a
pussy, I'd marry you."

  I know he just meant it as a funny compliment, but it caused my dick to
lurch, and my ass hole to pucker at the thought. After dinner, we sat on
the bed to watch TV for a while.  He thanked me for dinner and left.

  I had just woken up when I heard Bill close his door, his car started up
and drove off. I was sitting outside with my first beer of the day when he
returned. A young teen boy got out of the car, just as I waved to Bill.

  "William, this is my friend Skip," Bill offered by way of introduction.

  Gorgeous! The only word to describe the boy. His father's build, his
mother's beauty (I assumed), though he was obviously related to Bill
too. He gave me a glorious smile, and shook my hand. "Just call me Will."

  "I have him for the weekend," Bill noted. "Just dropping his bag off,
then we're headed to the movie."

  I heard them return later. I started to go out, but I could hear them
laughing and having a father son moment, and didn't want to
interrupt. Later when I did go out, I could hear playful bantering through
the door, but could not make out what was said.

  They left early the next day, but I heard them return. Then came a knock
at my door.

  "Hey, Skip. I turned on my tv, it sparked and farted smoke out the
back. I think it's fucked."

  "Good luck getting management to fix it," I chuckled.

  "There's a game on tonight that Will wanted to watch. I'm going to get a
bucket of chicken. We'll share it if we can watch your tv."

  "Sure, no problem."

  Bill ushered Will in and then left for KFC. Will sat on the bed and
turned on the tv. I'm sure I was staring at him, he's so incredible
looking. He leaned back on his elbows, giving me a clear view of his crotch
in lightweight shorts. The soft material highlighted his teen meat. The
tubular ridge curved nicely over two bulbous bulges. He's only thirteen,
and appears to be bigger than me.

  When I tore my gaze away to his face, he was looking at me. Will knew I
was checking out his package. He grinned at me, then sat up straight and
began to surf the tv channels.

  Shit! What if he tells his dad I was checking him out? Bill would
probably kill me for perving on his son. He could turn me into a greasy
spot on the ground without much effort.

  "So, you and my dad are...  friends?"

  Why did he say it like that? Hesitating before the word `friends'. As if
he were insinuating something.

  "I guess. I mean, we've only chatted a few times. You know, just being
neighborly," I replied, trying to clear things up.

  He leaned back on his elbows again. I couldn't prevent my eyes from going
to his crotch.

  Will nodded. "Good. My dad needs a friend. He's been kinda lonely since
the divorce."

  Bill came in (without knocking), bearing chicken and beer.  Will quickly
sat up as if he'd been caught doing something naughty. "Just in time,
Dad. The game's about to start."

I got out plates for everyone, though I could have saved the trouble. They
each grabbed chicken pieces, and sat on the bed. So I got out paper towels
and placed them in their hands, hoping they would use it instead of my
bedspread for their greasy fingers.

  Will was allowed one beer. After all, that's the manly thing to do. Watch
sports and drink beer. There was a second game, and still chicken and beer
left, so it was a long evening for me. I was watching crotch (especially
Will's) more than the game. Yep, just us guys, being manly.

  "Thanks, Skippy, you're a lifesaver," Bill said as they headed out the
door.

  "Yeah, thanks... Skippy," Will said with a grin.

  "Skip," I corrected, but I don't think it mattered. Even Skippy was
better than my real name. Bruce Momy. With a long O, not short as in
mommy. Of course all through school I was called Mommy. And Bruce, hell,
you might as well say it with a lisp, Brooth.

  Bill took Will back to his mother the next afternoon. He appeared at my
door around sunset, about the time I would usually go outside. "Care for a
snort?" he asked, waving what looked like a gallon bottle of cheap tequila.

  I usually stick to beer, but went to get glasses as he sat on my
bed. When I returned, I noticed the bottle wasn't full, and it was apparent
he had consumed the missing portion.

  "I miss him already," Bill said as he filled our glasses.

  "Yeah, I'm sure it's hard being away from your family."

  "Just him. The only thing I miss about her is her pussy." Then he held up
his glass in a toast. "To pussy."

  "Uh, yeah. To pussy." I clinked my glass to his. See, I can be manly.

  Bill downed about half his glass, then turned on the tv. There was a teen
slasher flick on, which caused Bill to comment, "Look at the tits on that
one." Then he asked, "How long has it been since you've been laid?" and
finished off his glass.

  I chuckled. "A while. Just before I got out of the military, I think."

  "Yeah, me too," he said, giving his crotch a tug. "Lady palm and the
finger sisters are a poor substitute for burying the bone."

  That statement put all kinds of images in my head. None of which were
doing me any good.

  As the contents of the bottle diminished, so did my mental faculties. I
remember him saying he was horny enough to fuck a knot hole on a pine
fence. Then later I got up to go pee, and Bill slapped my butt. After that,
things get even blurrier.

  I woke up naked, and quickly checked to see if I was alone. I was, but
the covers were pulled back as if someone had gotten out of the other side
of the bed. Shit!! Other than that after drunk fuzzy feeling, there wasn't
any lingering suspicious taste in my mouth. My ass didn't feel used
either. What the fuck happened? Surely I didn't fuck him, did I? See, this
is why I stick to beer.

  I looked out the window, and his car was gone. Thank God. I didn't want
to face him, at least until I could remember what the fuck happened. I
crawled back into bed and tried to recover the missing time. Well, that
didn't happen.

  I hadn't heard Bill come home, but I was just taking a pot of beans off
the stove when there was a knock at my door.

  "A little hair of the dog?" he asked, waving the almost empty tequila
bottle.

  "God No!"

  "Look, I'm sorry. I guess I was just feeling sorry for myself and
lonely. I don't usually get drunk enough to... well, you know."

  Shit! We did do something.

  "Let me make it up to you. Can I take you to dinner?"

  "I just made some beans and cornbread if that's alright with you."

  He gave me a big smile. "I love beans and cornbread."

  "Okay, but we stick to just beer tonight," I said as I led him in.

  He didn't talk much as we ate, only giving me a knowing grin every few
minutes. Which of course drove me nuts. Then I cleaned up the dinner mess
as he watched tv.

  When I finished, he patted the bed beside him, indicating I should sit
there. I sat with my hands between my knees like a shy school girl. I could
feel his eyes appraising me. Defining me.

  "I meant what I said last night," he said, startling me.

  "Oh... Uh, said about what?"

  "You have an incredible butt."

  Shit shit shit!! We did it! It's not the first time I've been told that.

  "And I, well ... I brought this." He reached into the leg pocket of his
camos and produced a bottle of lube.

  "Um... Last night I was..." I started.

  " "That is, if you want to try it again when we're sober. Could we turn
out the lights this time though?."

  Turn out the lights? Did I say something about his scars? Surely not. I'm
not that mean. I was pretty drunk though, maybe I did. Now I have to do it,
just to make up for being cruel to him. I went into the bathroom to get
ready, and was thinking, what did we use for lube last night? Just spit?
And I didn't feel like I usually do after a fuck. Does he have a tiny dick?
Did I say something about that too? Shit. It's been awhile since I gave
someone a pity fuck. Well, I can pretend it's his son fucking me. He's
gorgeous, and I know his isn't tiny from what I could tell.

  I flipped off the bathroom light before opening the door, so I wouldn't
embarrass him again. The room was pitch black, so I moved slowly towards
the bed. As I crawled in, I could tell he was already on the other side. I
was afraid I'd bust into a fit of giggles if I grabbed his little dick, so
I just let him take the initiative.

  His large hand went over my hip to caress my butt. I rolled onto my
stomach, wanting to get this over with sooner. Bill climbed between my
spread legs, and I felt two lubed fingers at my entrance. He slid them
inside, and began moving them in and out. It had been a long time since I'd
felt that, and I started to get hard. I was beginning to enjoy it, when he
added a third finger. Damn he has big fingers. Too bad his dick is small,
his fingers alone could have left me with that nice `used' feeling this
morning. Obviously we didn't do this last night, or I would have known
it. He had me purring pretty good when he suddenly removed his
fingers. Damn. Now I was just going to get tickled by his little dick and
have to get myself off later.

  Then I felt something push against my hole. Shit! Is he trying to fist
me? It pressed in until my sphincter gave up resistance. Suddenly I knew he
didn't have a small dick. This was a manly cock sliding up my chute. A very
thick manly cock. It scraped against my button, sending a thrill up my
spine. He withdrew some and pressed inward again, taking up more real
estate in my colon. The other guys I'd had were barely average in length
and not nearly as thick as this monster, and he was already deeper than
they ever went. He seemed to hit a barrier deep inside me, and started to
fuck in and out slowly. Each thrust teased my prostate, and ended at that
unknown barrier. I was moaning and groaning the whole time. That fat knob
repeated the trip over and over.

  "Are you ready to let me in?"

  "What?" I groaned. In? He had to be six or seven inches deep inside
me. What the hell does he mean, let him in?

  "You've got to relax and let me all the way in." He applied pressure to
that interior barrier and I could feel it give way. It was like he entered
a second chamber of my rectum. Once passed the barrier, he slid in another
several inches easily.  Oh my fucking god, did that feel good!

  "There you go, I knew you could do it," he whispered in my ear as I
finally felt his pubes against my butt cheeks, and his balls on my
perineum.

  He withdrew most of his cock, then pushed all the way in again. As he
passed that barrier again, I had the greatest sensation I've ever felt
during sex.

  "Oh God!"

  I don't know anything about anatomy, but I'm calling that secondary area
Heaven. Bill pushed in and out of me three more times, causing me to moan
each time. Then he began fucking me faster, and my groans turned into
whimpers. He placed his hands on my shoulders and really started pounding
me. I'd never had anything like this, and I was literally squealing into
the pillow. That fat cock head passed over my prostate and into Heaven over
and over. I've never cum during anal sex, but I realized my dick was
leaking cum like a sieve. He was relentless, plowing me, driving my body
into the mattress. I noticed I was reflexively raising my hips to meet his
thrusts into me.

  Bill slowed down and lay atop me. "You're loving this," he whispered
accusingly in my ear.

  "Uh huh," I grunted.

  "Say it," Bill commanded, slowly drawing in and out.

  "I love it," I replied, lifting my head from the pillow.

  "Love what?"

 "I love your cock in my ass. I love you fucking me."

  "Good. My cock loves your ass too. So fucking tight."

  Bill pulled back till his cock was still barely inside me, then shoved in
hard.

  "Oh God!"

  He did it twice more, almost knocking my breath away. Then he raised up
off my back, and lifted my hips until I was on my hands and knees. His
large fingers gripped my waist, and the plowing began. Long, hard, deep
thrusts, at an unbelievable pace. The only sounds were skin slapping skin,
headboard banging against the wall, and my staccato "Uh..Uh...Uh...Uh..."

  I felt helplessly tortured, and deliciously euphoric at the same time. I
could only kneel there as Bill tried to turn me inside out through my
asshole. I know my dick was flicking around, slinging my juice in all
directions.

  His powerful thrusts continued for an eternity before he said, "Where do
you want my cum?"

  "In me! I want all your cum inside me."

  "Good girl."

  He pressed in deep and groaned. I felt his cock throb, then a hot lava
enema gushed inside me, Five more throbs, and Bill collapsed on my back,
pushing me down onto the bed. His cock remained soaking in a sperm marinade
in my ass. His heart thumped against my spine.

  "That was better than I expected," Bill finally said.

  "Better than last night?"

  "Anything is better than nothing. I hope I redeemed myself," Bill said as
he slowly withdrew his cock from my abused bowels and rolled away.

  "Redeem? For what? What happened last night?"

  "You were... well actually we were both pretty wasted. I said I was horny
enough to fuck a knot hole. You said you were drunk enough to let me fuck
you. When you got up to go to the bathroom I sorta smacked your ass and
said your butt was so cute I might take you up on it. You came out of the
bathroom naked, lay on the bed and threw your feet in the air and said
"Come on big boy, Wear me out." Like I said, I was really horny, so I got
on the bed with you, took off my shirt, then pushed my pants to my knees. I
thought for sure you'd chicken out when you saw my cock. Instead, you just
started running your hand over my scar. That kinda bothered me a bit. After
all, I haven't been with a girl since it happened. Anyway, I tried to put
my cock in you, and it wouldn't go. And I could see your dick down there by
my cock, which made it worse. I've never done anything with a guy, you
know. I tried putting spit on my cock, but your hole was just too
small. The more I tried, the more I saw your dick, the softer I got, and it
just didn't work. I got frustrated and embarrassed, then passed out. I woke
up this morning laying next to you. I saw your incredible butt in the
daylight, and started rubbing it, thinking about fucking it. Then my
fingers grazed your balls, and it all came back to me. So I got up, went
next door to shower and went to work."

  "So that's why you wanted the lights off, so you couldn't see my dick?"

  "Well, mostly so you couldn't see my scars, but yeah that too. And I
didn't want you to chicken out when you saw my cock. I've never had anal,
so I really wanted it, Been thinking about it all day."

  "Well, I've never had it like THAT," I remarked. I reached behind me and
felt my gaping hole. I think a golf ball could be dropped down in it and
not touch anything till it hit my stomach. Jesus! How big is his cock? He
said he didn't want to scare me with it, must be huge.

  "You went to work?" I asked.

  "Yeah, I work at a grocery store warehouse, loading and unloading
trucks. I had to make some money, cause my ex bitch takes so much."  I
could just imagine him carrying a whole pallet of canned goods in his bare
hands.

  "So, did I redeem myself?" he asked, as his hand reached across the
darkness and found my butt.

  I chuckled. "Yeah, I would say you did."

  Two fingers found my hole and slipped in easily. "Mmm. I hope I didn't do
too much damage. I liked it nice and tight."

  That sounded like he expected another ride on the redemption train. Not
that I would complain, I've never been fucked like that. Bill rolled out of
bed and found his clothes on the floor. After he dressed, he flipped on the
light. I was still laying there completely wiped out.

  "Mmm mmm, that is one fine piece of ass," he said before he opened the
door and stepped out.

  I fell asleep, fully content. I woke up feeling like I had expected to
the day before. Used. Really used. My hole was sore, my belly ached. Damn
it was good. Even though it was sore, my hole wanted to be stretched
again. My chute felt empty and needy. I wasn't accustomed to this. Even
back when I was active, I didn't really feel the need for something inside
me. Me and whoever got drunk, and fucked. That was it. If it happened,
good, if not, so be it. Now, I want it. Bad. All day long, it was all I
could think about.

  When I heard his car, I ran to the door and opened it. He wasn't even
fully out of his car when I said, "Hi sailor. Want to have a good time?" In
my best cheap whore voice.

  Bill stepped in, I closed the door behind him. I dropped to my knees in
front of him and reached for his zipper, he flipped the light switch. In
the dark I found his meat and couldn't believe what was in my hand. As my
lips moved on it, he grew hard in my mouth, almost choking me.

  "Is my little girl anxious?"

  "Mm hmm," I mumbled around his cock.

  "Assume the position then."

  My shorts disappeared, and I retrieved the lube from under the pillow
where I had stashed it. I heard him undressing as I got on my knees at the
edge of the bed. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I pushed the lube
bottle into his palm. A minute later he pressed my head down onto the
mattress, then grabbed my hip as he lined up with my hole. It took a few
seconds for me to open for him, then he was sliding in.

  "Oh God, you've got a big cock," I groaned.

  "Just made for stretching your little pussy."

  He moved in and out a few times before sliding into that Heaven zone. It
stretched open too, and accepted him. I don't know what it is, but it loved
his cock. His fingers wrapped around my waist, and he went to town. With
him standing on the floor, and me on my knees on the bed, he could do
whatever he wanted to me. Maximum range, speed, power, all combined to
pound me to pieces. Full, hard strokes from asshole to belly button. I
gripped the sheets in my fists, relinquishing myself to his
lust. Whimpering, moaning, begging for more. He went on for hours it
seemed, before slamming in one last time and filling me with his seed. His
bear paw hand rubbed my back as I rocked my butt on his diminishing cock.

  "Is that what my little girl needed?" he asked, giving my ass a light
slap.

  "Uh huh," I purred contentedly.

  "I'll get burgers and come back for round two."

  "Mayo on mine please."

  I didn't bother to get dressed. When he came back, he turned out the
lights and fucked me again. After we ate the, by then cold burgers, he went
for round three. He left me naked in bed, completely comatose and sore.

  The next day, I was so sore I could barely walk, and I couldn't wait for
him to come back for more. I noticed some bruising around my waist where
his paws gripped me. Looking in a mirror, I saw my ass and back of my legs
were bruised too.

   Bill brought pizza home with him. We ate while it was still hot, but my
mind wasn't on food. He grinned all the time we ate. He knew my ass was
begging for him. His eyes followed me while I cleaned up.

  "Is my little girl ready to get her pussy stretched now?" he asked when I
finished.

  "Yes, but only if we leave the lights on."

  From his expression, you would have thought I had slapped him. Then he
got up and walked out. Shit! I had fucked up. Bill was my only friend. Not
to mention the best lay I've ever had, even if it was painful. I should
have just kept my mouth shut. My dad always said my mouth would get me into
trouble. I guess he was right.

  I spent the next two hours kicking myself in the ass.Planing ways I could
make it up to Bill. A home cooked meal and a blow job was the best idea I
came up with. But I'd have to blow him in the dark.

  Then there came a light tapping at my door.  "Why? Why can't we just
leave it like it is. We were having fun, weren't we?" Bill said when I
opened the door.

  "Yes, but you've fucked me four times and I still haven't seen your
cock. Look, I know you have scars, and you know I have a dick. Turning out
the lights won't change either of those things. I can deal with your
scars. I can even understand you calling my ass a pussy. But I still have a
dick, and you have to deal with that. I'm not a little girl."

  "You sure sound like one when I'm fucking you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have said that. Okay, I get it. You're not a girl. I'm just not used to
doing things with a guy."

  "Well, I'm not used to doing things with a horse," I chuckled.

  "It's not that big."

  "You haven't been on the receiving end of it. That's probably why I sound
like a girl."

  "Well, can I come in?"

  "Oh, shit. I'm sorry, yeah come in," I said, stepping aside.

  Bill started to explain himself. "I was laying in the burn ward when I
was served divorce papers. I have to admit, it hit me hard. We had been a
couple since high school. I took her cherry after the homecoming game our
junior year. I was with a few other girls in college, but always went back
to her. I've never even thought about fucking a guy. After everything that
happened, I guess I was a little apprehensive about being with someone for
the first time again. And it being a guy, well, it was even more
stressful. Then I was drunk and it wasn't working and your dick was
there... shit, I don't know, I guess I just... well, then the second time I
told myself I was fucking a girl, and I had no trouble doing it. And the
way you sounded kinda reinforced that idea."

 "I think we were both too drunk that first night. If we weren't and we had
lube, you probably could have performed. And if, as you said, I was running
my hand over your scar, I was probably admiring it. I know what you had to
go through for our country to get it. That wouldn't be a turn off for me."

  We were quiet for a minute then Bill said, "I'm sorry I called it a pussy
too. I know it's not. No pussy was ever that tight."

  "Well some people call them `man pussies', so that's ok. But I do have a
dick."

  "So I noticed," Bill chuckled. "So, am I forgiven?"

  To answer his question, I went to my knees in front of him and reached
for his zipper. What emerged was the biggest cock I've ever seen. Now I
know why I'd had trouble getting it into my mouth, and couldn't believe it
had been inside me. It responded to my oral ministrations, and quickly
became difficult to handle. I backed off, and he stepped out of his pants
that lay puddled on the floor. I pulled his tee shirt off over his head. As
it cleared his face, his eyes searched mine questioningly. He was waiting
to see disgust on my face when I saw his body. It never came. To prove a
point, I leaned in and sucked his right nipple, which was barely divisible
from the scars.

  "The lube is over there," I said as I turned my back to him and
undressed. Just as I started to get on the bed, he stopped me, and spun me
around.

  "Cute," he said of the almost five inches of dick sticking straight up in
front of me.

  I turned back and bent over. He wasted little time lining up, and pushing
in. "Fuck! You're big!"

  "But we both know your pussy can take it, and you love it."

  "Yes! Give me that manly cock."

  He is so much taller than me, he had to bend his knees to line up. Then
he picked up the lower half of me by my waist and pushed the last few
inches into Heaven. I squealed like a girl again as he began pounding in
and out. I looked between my legs, and could see my dick drooling. A long
string of cum stretched between my dick and the bed. I watched as it
snapped off, and another bubble of cum leaked from my pissslit. I've never
seen a more exciting sight in my life. Knowing this man was fucking the cum
out of me was thrilling.

  Then Bill pulled me off his cock, and threw me on the bed. He was on my
back in an instant, shoved his cock in again, and I exploded in orgasm. "Oh
Fuck Yeah!"

  He alternated between pounding me hard and fast, to slow and gentle. I
think he was trying to make it last a long time, that's why he would slow
down. It seemed like he fucked me for an hour before finally blowing his
load deep inside me.

  He stayed on my back a long time, occasionally thrusting or grinding his
hips, as his erection slowly diminished. Bill raised up, pulling his cock
from me, and rolled to the side.

  "Jesus, Bill, why would your wife ever give that up? She must be crazy."

  He chuckled a little. "If she hadn't, I never would have discovered how
wonderful your ass is."

  That made me want to kiss him, but I didn't know how he would take it. I
doubt he'd ever kissed a man. Eventually he patted my ass, got up and
dressed. At the door he said, "Thanks Skippy," and left.

  His fucking wore me out. I slept like a baby all night. The next day, my
sphincter ached, and yet all I could think about was getting him back in
it. I cooked dinner, then showered and prepared..My ass still ached, so I
got out a hand mirror and examined it. It wasn't the tiny pucker it used to
be, but it wasn't stretched out either. Before, I had difficulty pushing in
my index finger, now I easily accept two fingers without lube. Obviously my
muscle had become more pliable.

  Bill liked the meatloaf and mashed potatoes, scarfing down huge
portions. Then he stood, and reached for his belt buckle. That was all I
needed to see, and was naked in a flash. I was already face down on the bed
when he finished undressing.

  "Turn over," he said. I rolled onto my back, displaying my
erection. "Someone's anxious," he laughed, looking at my dick.

  I sat up and took his cock into my mouth. As soon as he was hard, I
handed him the lube and threw my legs in the air in offering. I wrapped my
arms under my knees and waited impatiently. He seemed to be torturing me by
taking his time to lube his weapon. Then he replaced one of my arms with
one of his bear paws, and lined up with the other. He sunk into me quickly
filling that first chamber. Then he leaned over me till my ankles were on
his chest, and pushed his way into Heaven.

  After a few minutes of fucking he said, "Look at your little
dick. Flopping around, drooling all over your chest." He reached down and
gripped my dick between two fingers and his thumb and started jacking me as
he slowly slid in and out of my ass. It was the first time he'd ever
touched me, and it sent me into orbit. I orgasmed, shooting my load all
over my chest and neck.

  He stuck his fingers into my mouth to lick clean, then went back to
pounding down into me. I knew I'd be sore again the next day, but I didn't
care. He eventually shoved in hard and shot his load, then collapsed on me,
burying his face in the pillow next to me. As his breathing slowed, his
cock shrunk inside me.

  "Thanks, Skippy. You're the best fuck buddy ever."

  Bill then got up, dressed, and left. So, I guess we're fuck buddies. I
had wondered about it. I knew we weren't dating or like boyfriends or
anything. Fuck buddies. After drowning in solitude, I guess having a fuck
buddy was a step up.

  Friday I half expected him to have his son with him. "No, I only get him
every other weekend."

  After eating, he fucked me doggy style. But instead of leaving afterward,
he curled up behind me, pulled me close with his big paw, and went to
sleep. He woke me during the night by sliding that huge cock into me from
behind. When he unloaded inside me, he kissed my neck, and went back to
sleep.

  Bill spent the weekend making use of his fuck buddy. His cock was in me
more than out. He went back to his room Sunday night, leaving me completely
wasted. Even my jaws ached, having given him a blow job to completion.

  Monday and Tuesday, it was dinner, fuck, leave. Wednesday, he stayed in
bed naked with me after the sex. We watched a movie on tv, holding me in
his arms, with my head resting on his chest. I'd never felt so close to
someone as I did right then.

  Thursday, I didn't see Bill at all. Friday I heard him and Will enter his
place. I assumed I wouldn't see Bill until Sunday when Will would go back
to his mother. It had already been two days, I didn't think I could last
two more without my dose of anal stretching.

  Late that night came a familiar tapping at my door.  "Will's asleep," he
said as I let him in. Two minutes later, I was screaming like a girl again
as he power fucked me. He crept back to his place in the wee hours of the
morning, and I passed out from exhaustion.

  I was awoken around one Saturday afternoon by a knock at my door. "Dad
had some errands to run, can I watch your tv? His still doesn't work," Will
asked as I peeked through the barely opened door.

  "Give me a second." I quickly found some jeans to throw on, then let him
in.

  I put some coffee on as he flipped through the channels. My eyes kept
going to the crotch of his shorts as I waited for the coffee. "Do you want
coffee?"

  "Sure."

  I poured two cups and set them on the dinette table along with sugar and
dry creamer. I sat down as he came over. He stood there doctoring his
coffee, and I couldn't take my gaze from the bulge in his shorts. After a
minute I noticed he had finished fixing his coffee, but hadn't moved. I
glanced up at his face and he was looking at me.

  "If you want to see it, all you have to do is ask."

  I nervously took a sip of my coffee, he remained right beside me. I took
another sip, my hand shaking a bit. Finally I asked, "May I...May I see
it?"

  He reached for the button on his shorts, then slowly slid the zipper
down. When he separated the material, I noticed he wasn't wearing undies,
and his smattering of pubes came into view. As he pushed the shorts down,
the base of his cock appeared, then the rest was revealed when his shorts
hit the floor. He wasn't quite as big as his father, but well on his way
there. Way above average for his age, already much bigger than mine. It was
semi hard, but filled out completely as my fingers wrapped around it. For
him to be as gorgeous as he was, and have a cock like this, was totally
unfair to the rest of the male population.

  "Do you like it, Skippy?"

  I only nodded and didn't correct him about my name.

  "I bet you're wondering what it would taste like."

  Of course I confirmed that with a nod.

  "All you have to do is ask."

  I caved. "May I taste it please?"

  "Yes, but if you do, you have to finish it."

  Exactly what I had in mind. I couldn't get on it fast enough. I started
with just the first few inches, swirling my tongue around the glans, then
taking more into my mouth. I slid up and down a few times to where my hand
gripped the base. I turned toward him so he was standing between my knees,
then reached around and grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling him into me. He
was already big enough to choke on. When he hit my gag reflex, I didn't
stop, pulling him in until my nose was on his pubis, and his knob was deep
in my throat. I could feel his balls against my chin, as I tried to force
even more of this young stud into me.

  My first boycock, and it was incredible. I loved the texture, I loved the
flavor, I loved the youthful beauty of it, and the boy god it was attached
to. My only thought was his pleasure. I glanced up at him to find him
smiling down at me. I could tell he knew I loved it. His hand went behind
my head as he began to thrust at me. After a minute, he pulled away.

  Holding his cock up he said, "Lick my balls."

  I licked the entire hairless sack until it was drenched with my
saliva. Then took each large orb into my mouth for their own worshiping. I
went back to sucking his cock when he pushed it down to me.

  "Do you like my dick?"

  "Mm hm."

  "Are you going to swallow my cum?"

  "Mmmmm,"

  Will grabbed my head again and pushed into my throat to deliver his
creamy reward. He trailed a rope of cum along my tongue as he pulled out, a
delightful rope for me to savor. There was a sucking pop sound as he
cleared my lips, indicating I didn't want to let it go.

  Will didn't bother to get dressed, He lay on my bed nude and exposed,
just to tease me I think. He knew I wanted more, so he dangled it in front
of me like a mechanical bunny at the dog races. Lured in but not allowed to
touch, until granted permission.

  The boy sipped his coffee as he reclined on my bed, totally confident in
his nudity. When he'd drained the cup, he casually carried it to the sink,
passing by me with that cock swinging in front of him. On his return, he
scratched his pubis, just to add an up and down movement to the swinging.

  I subconsciously licked my lips, still able to taste him on them. Or was
it his display bringing the memory of his taste to mind? I was forced to
merely sit by as he flipped through the channels, occasionally stopping to
watch part of a sports event, then moving on to something else. Almost two
hours of this torture passed before he finally ended it.

  "Ready for another taste?"

  His words were still reverberating in the air when my lips slid down his
cock again.

  As I polished his knob to the best of my ability Will said, "I heard you
last night. You scream like a girl when my dad fucks you."

  I wasn't shocked that he had heard me, but that he knew his dad was
fucking me, and it didn't seem to phase him.

  Then he asked, "Will you squeal like a girl when I fuck you?"

  My asshole tingled at the prospect of this gorgeous boy fucking me, or
that he would even consider it. It dawned on me, he didn't say IF he fucked
me, but WHEN he fucked me. As if it had already been decided and it was a
done deal.

  When I looked up at him, I'm sure he saw the desire in my eyes. He
grabbed my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. "You guys need to
prepare for that, right? Go do it. I'll be waiting."

  I can't remember ever being so excited by the thought of having sex. I
always look forward to getting fucked by Bill though it hurts, but this
young boy was a new level of excitement. He was gorgeous, and so young, and
he wanted to fuck ME. I was literally shaking as I got ready for the
event. I didn't know if I had given him his first blow job, but this would
probably be his first piece of ass. I was going to get his virginity, a
notch on my belt. His too. He was going to think of me everytime he fucked
someone's ass. That thought also had me shaking.

  I came out of the bathroom to find him lying on the bed. I handed him the
lube and assumed the position on my hands and knees.We both knew he was
going to fuck me, no prelimenaries were necessary. Will lubed, lined up,
and with little finesse, pushed into me.

  He may not be quite as big as his father, but he was still
substantial. His cock slid in past the point most average men go, and soon
hit Heaven's door. He didn't go several inches past like his father, but he
entered. I felt his balls on my perineum and heard him sigh. Will stayed
there, soaking up the feeling of being inside someone for the first time.

  When he started the age old in and out, his cock head entered and exited
Heaven. Everytime he passed, I moaned in pleasure. His pace picked up, and
I began my high pitched, staccato, Uh...Uh...Uh...

  "You like that cock, don't you? Am I fucking you good?"

  "God yes! Don't stop!"

  "I won't. I'm gonna fuck you all night, little girl. I'm gonna flood your
pussy with my cum."

  "Uh...Uh...Uh..."

  "Is that what you want, little girl? You want me to cum in your little
pussy? Make you pregnant?"

  "Uh...Uh... Yes... Uh... Knock me up...Uh...Uh..."

  It was absurd, I know. But at the moment I wanted nothing more than to
get pregnant with his baby. If only I could.

  At that, he really began to pound me. And I was squealing like a girl for
him. Not that I had a choice, he brought it out of me.

  Then he pushed in maximum depth and unleashed his first load into
Heaven. When his cock stopped throbbing, I collapsed onto the bed. He went
down too, still attached to me by that magnificent cock. I could feel his
heart beating fast, and hear his heavy breathing in my ear.

  "Was that as good as my dad?"

  "Better," I panted.

  It was true too. He wasn't as thick as his father, but thick enough to
push my limits. He was long enough to reach Heaven, but not go too far
beyond it.  It had all the great elements without the pain.

  I don't think he ever went completely soft, because soon he was fucking
me again. He was laying on my back and taking long slow strokes in me. I
started raising my hips to meet his thrusts, and felt cool dampness beneath
me. I realized I had cum from his fucking without touching myself, and I
was drizzling cum as he continued to use me.

  This fuck was slow and long lasting, and ended with him filling me
again. But it wasn't the last fuck. They say teenage boys are walking
erections. Well it certainly applied to him. He barely needed any time to
recover, before the next round. That night we hit every position
imaginable, and he pumped a gallon of seed into me, and out of me.

  A teenaged boy with unlimited access to sex for the night, doesn't rest
much. I didn't give Bill a thought as his son fucked me all night. At one
point, I noticed the sun was up, as I was sucking his teen cock to get it
up for another round. After that one, came one more fuck before we finished
in the afternoon.

  There was a knock at the door, and Will answered it, still naked. "Be
right with you, Dad."

  I could see Bill looking at me over the top of his son's head. The look
wasn't menacing, but I felt somewhat guilty. I watched Will get dressed,
and without a word, he stepped outside. I heard Bill's car start and drive
off, then I was asleep in seconds.

  It was Monday morning before I dragged my wasted ass from the bed. My
hole was raw from use, but my guts weren't sore from the pounding like I
get from Bill.

  Obviously Bill had known where his son was, and what we had done. He
wasn't mad about it, so was it planned on their part? Where was Bill while
his son fucked me senseless? Was he next door listening like Will did the
night before? Was I some sort of father/son weekend entertainment, like a
movie or football game?

  I wasn't the least bit angry either way. I loved the sex with Will. If
Bill was okay with it, who was I to complain?

  I was sitting outside with my first beer of the evening, when Bill
arrived from work. "How are you?" he asked.

  "Still a little worn out," I answered, without elaborating as to why.

  He gave me a shit eating grin, nodded and said, "Understood."  He entered
his place, and I didn't see him the rest of the night.

  Tuesday he brought Chinese take out, then tried to take out my guts
through my asshole. He had pounded me into the mattress, then collapsed
beside me.

  "I noticed Will has a nice cock."

  It was the first time either of us mentioned my evening with Will. I
didn't know how to respond so I just stayed silent.

  "He was a virgin. How'd he do?"

  Again I was at a loss for words. "Nice."

  "How many times did he fuck you?"

  "Uh... Eight I think. Plus three blow jobs." No reason to hide the truth.

  "Damn! He's quite the stud, ain't he."

  Talking about his son must have turned him on, because he was hard again
and climbed onto my back. This time he fucked me even harder than before,
like he was trying to reclaim me. All it did was hurt more. Then he dressed
and left.

  Wednesday, my ankles were on his chest and he was fucking me with long
slow strokes. "Did you like Will's fucking?"

  "Mmm, yes."

  "Do you want him again?"

  "Oh God. Yes!"

  Images of being spit roasted by the father and son studs flashed through
my mind and I spewed all over my chest. He continued to pound me until he
unloaded in Heaven.

  I didn't see Bill on Thursday, but Friday afternoon there was a knock on
the door. I was surprised to see Will standing there, because this wasn't
Bill's weekend to have him. Behind him I saw Bill's car leaving the parking
lot.

  As I stepped aside to let him in he said, "Dad thought you might like
some company."

  After I closed the door, I turned back in time to see his jeans hit the
floor. He stepped out of them, then pulled his shirt off over his head. He
stood there in his tight, light blue boxer briefs, his huge bulge displayed
in invitation.

  "All you have to do is ask."

  "May I, please?"

  He grinned and nodded. I was on my knees in a second. I pulled his briefs
down his slender hips and engulfed his teen cock in my mouth. He held my
head almost lovingly as I serviced him. He might have been saving it since
last weekend, because he shot a huge load in a couple of minutes.

  After swallowing his load and nursing on him for another minute, I got
off my knees and turned on the tv for him. I went to the kitchenette to
start dinner, still enjoying his taste on my tongue.

  I was surprised when Will came up behind me and started nuzzling my
neck. His hand came around and gripped my erection over my pants. Then he
unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed my pants and boxers off me. I could feel
his renewed erection at my crack, so I reached for the olive oil on the
counter and handed it to him.

  Will oiled his cock, then bent me over the dinette set, and pushed into
me. His rhythm seemed designed to elicit the most response from me.I was
moaning in ecstasy, which he seemed to enjoy.

  "Do you like that cock?"

  "God yes!"

  "Who does this ass belong to?"

  "You Will."

  I hated to say it, but I did enjoy him a lot more than Bill. I just
wasn't sure I could turn Bill away if Will asked me to though. What if he
got mad and wouldn't let Will see me anymore?

  That was the first fuck of many that weekend. We didn't bother to dress
afterward. I cooked and we ate in the nude. Will helped with after dinner
cleanup, and as I placed the last dish on the drainboard, he turned me
toward him and kissed me. On the lips! That was totally unexpected. His
father never kissed me, except on the back of my neck when he finished
fucking me.

  The kissing continued as we fell onto the bed. Then his lips moved to my
nipple, and his hand went to my dick. It wasn't just another fuck. The
teenage boy was making love to me. He switched to my other niple as he
continued to stroke my dick. Then he moved between my legs and put my
ankles on his shoulders. His previous load provided ample lube, and he
entered me. A long slow fuck with lots of french kissing ensued.

  I had been fucked many times, but this was the first time anyone made
passionate love to me. And God, was that boy good! I shot two loads without
either of us touching my dick.

  That set the tone for the rest of the weekend. We didn't dress. Hell, we
didn't even get out of bed except to eat. I lost count of the number of
times he made love to me.

  I hadn't given Bill a thought until we heard a car horn Sunday
afternoon. Will jumped up, dressed, and kissed me goodbye, before opening
the door. I heard him say, "Hi Dad," as he shut it. Then they were gone.

  I expected to see Bill on Monday, but didn't. Tuesday or Wednesday
either. Thursday, my rent was due. I mentioned to Carl (the manager) that I
hadn't seen Bill around.

  "Yeah, I hated to see him go. Him and his wife got back together. Hope it
works out for him. Seemed like a nice guy."

  I staggered back across the parking lot to my room. Once inside, I threw
myself on the bed and cried. I was going to miss my only friend and
fuckbuddy. But most of all I was going to miss Will. I had let myself get
emotionally involved with the boy, and now he was gone. This was exactly
why I avoided relationships. They hurt too much.

  I didn't leave my room again until Monday. I set my chair outside, drank
my beer and watched the cars going by. I was remembering my time with Will,
when the door next to mine opened.

  I looked up hopefully, only to be disappointed to see some skank
there. She looked to be in her late forties, messy overly bleached blond
hair with three inches of dark roots, and her eyes looked like she was lost
in space.

  "Got another one of those?" she asked, nodding toward my beer.

  "Yep, but not for you," I replied, barely hiding my disgust.

  "Come on, I can make it worth your while."

  "No you can't, cause I'm not that desperate."

  "Asshole!" she yelled as she slammed the door.

  See how easily I make friends.

  I had quickly fallen into my sad hermit mode again. Over the next couple
of weeks, Skank next door would ask me for beer or cigarettes, or money to
buy beer and cigarettes. I always turned her down, rather rudely if I'm
being honest.

  Then on a Wednesday afternoon, around four o'clock, there was a knock at
my door. I moved the curtain aside to look out the window, expecting to see
Skank. It was Will!

  I threw the door open, and he rushed in. "I only have time for a quick
blow job."

  I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I took his horse
cock into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked his
beautiful teen appendage. When he fired his load, I continued to nurse on
him, eventually getting a second helping of boy juice. That's not a problem
for a thirteen year old.

  After he zipped up, he placed his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled
me in for a deep kiss. My heart palpitated at his touch. I was almost
embarrassed that he could taste his own cum on my tongue.

  "I'll be back," he said as he climbed onto a bike outside my door. He
must have peddled over here right after school.

  I floated on clouds the rest of the night. Suddenly my world wasn't the
dark place it once was.

  I didn't see Will again until the next Monday. He entered and pulled down
his pants. I sucked him, and he blew his first load quickly. As I stroked
him to keep him hard I asked, "What would your dad say about you being
here?"

  "He knows I'm here. He'll cover for me if Mom gets home before I do."

  That caught me by surprise. I knew Bill was aware of what we had done,
but allowing Will to continue seeing me was a shock. Not only allowing, but
covering for him too. So I didn't hurry through Will's second blow job of
the day.

  Friday afternoon, I heard the familiar sound of Bill's car, then a knock
at my door. I let Will in and watched Bill drive away.

  "I'm spending the night at a friend's house. Dad will pick me up
tomorrow."

  As Will made love to me, I wondered why Bill was being so understanding
about all of this. Not many fathers would allow their thirteen year old son
spend the night with his gay lover.

  I truly enjoyed Will's more tender lovemaking skills compared to Bill's
hard fucking. It seemed to me that the first time he'd been with me was
just a matter of getting his rocks off, as any young teen would have been
anxious to do. Since then, he'd been perfecting his skills on a very
willing partner. Will had the technique and definitely the equipment to
please anyone, male or female.

  Neither of us got any sleep that night, trying every position known to
man, and only quitting when we heard Bill's car horn outside. And the
pattern was set. Once or twice a week, Will would bicycle over after school
and get blow jobs. About once a month Bill would drop him off for a night
of endless sex.

  Will wasn't afraid of touching my dick, always making sure I enjoyed our
time together. He once even sucked me, though we both knew that wasn't his
nature.

  When he started high school, Will was of course on the football team. He
was a wide receiver, whatever the hell that is. I know that in my little
room, I was the receiver. He must have been as good at that as he was in my
bed, garnering quite a lot of attention and fame for it.

  When he turned sixteen, he inherited his father's car, and the freedom
that came with it. He'd stop by more often for blow jobs after school and
football practice, sometimes even have time for a fuck.

  And being a good and responsible teen, his freedom increased as
well. He'd spend more nights with `friends', and wear me out. I'm sure his
father was aware of what he was doing, though we never spoke of it. On
weekends when he wasn't playing football, or with me, he was dating
girls. I had no misconceptions of being his `true love', and accepted my
role of stand by when some bitch didn't put out.

  When Will was seventeen, one weekend I was expecting to see him. At four
thirty, there was a knock at the door. It was Will, but he wasn't alone.

  "This is my friend Jacob. He'll be fifteen next week, and has a big
date. He's a virgin, and needs training before then. He's supposed to be
spending the night at my house. I'll pick him up tomorrow."

  The boy was cute for sure. Long dark brown hair, bright blue eyes,
sculptured features, and dimples. I let him in and watched Will drive
away. He had been brought to me to perfect his skills, just as Will had. I
guess I had become a virgin trainer.

  I could tell he was nervous, so I handed him a beer. By the time he
finished it, he was a little more relaxed. There was no reason for
pretense, so I just told him to take off his clothes. He wasn't as long or
as thick as Will (who by then had matched his father), but he was
definitely above average.

  I started by swallowing his nice cock, to get that first quick load out
of the way. He grabbed my head and began thrusting almost violently. I put
my hands on his hips and slowed him down.He got the message realizing I
wasn't going anywhere, and relaxed into the experience.

  As I suspected, he didn't last long, and soon gave me a nice load of
creamy teen cum to savor. I kept him hard, and slathered lube on his
cock. Since I assumed he'd be doing mostly missionary style with his dates,
I lay on my back with my knees at my chest, and pulled him into
position. As he sunk into my welcoming hole, his expression changed to one
of awe and wonder.  He stayed at full depth, soaking in the warmth of my
tight tunnel. Holding himself up on his extended arms, he began moving in
and out tentatively. I reached up to pull him down for a kiss. He resisted,
but I was insistent. He gave in, and we were kissing like seasoned lovers
as he gave me his virginity.

  For twenty four hours he had total access to my body, and he used it. The
next day he was dressed and waiting for the car horn. "That was
fan-fucking-tastic," I heard Jacob say just before closing the car door,
and riding off with Will.

  For the rest of the school year, I had two teen boys to take care of. One
or the other showed up almost everyday, but never on the same day. I
guessed they coordinated their visits. Most weekends I had the pleasure of
one of them overnight as well.

  Will graduated highschool and went to college on a full football
scholarship, and eventually big money with the NFL. He still visited me
throughout college even though he was very busy, so not as often.

  Jacob continued his visits regularly throughout highschool. Senior year
he got his girl pregnant, and dropped out to work for his dad at the garage
he owned. I didn't see him as much after that, but still on occasion. While
his wife was still in the hospital delivering their son, Jacob had me bent
over my bed fucking my brains out. He promised to bring his son to me when
he gets to be thirteen. I hope he does.

  I received an invitation to Will's wedding to some supermodel. I saw Bill
for the first time in years. He saw me, smiled and waved.

The End
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