Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:41:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: badboy jim <atneils@yahoo.com>
Subject: Willie's Story

You know the regular drill-if it's illegal for you to read this stuff, then
move on. While it's a true story about me and my cousin, I in no way
promote sexual contact between pre-teens regardless of the ages involved
and at no time do I promote sexual contact between 18+ and a preteen. The
story is copyrighted to me, so please do not present it in any other format
or use it in any other way. Enjoy it just as it is. Your comments are
welcome at atneils@yahoo.com


Willie's Story


100 years had passed and I was the one holding the trunk that was so very
heavy.

I remembered as a child wanting to open it, but being told that the trunk
could not be open for 100 years and the key was in the possession of the
family lawyer.

As a child I would look at the trunk and imagine the amazing things that
must be inside. I'd spent hours upon hours dreaming of the untold worlds it
would take me to once it was opened, if I lived that long. To a child 100
years is a million.

Little would I realize I'd be the one to open the trunk when the time
came. And little would I realize the amazing world it would open to me.

I was 20 when I opened it. I had inherited the world. I'm not speaking of
the trunk, but my family's cattle ranch that had been in our family for
over 150 years. Along with it came enough beef to feed 1/2 the United
States, a considerable spread of prime Texas land, more money than I could
have ever imagined and the main house that I only dreamed about living in
when I was a child...and that trunk.

After being briefed on everything I now owned and trying to wrap my head
around it I realized I could now open the trunk. Being 20 and all of a
sudden losing your Mother and Grandmother in a months time as well as
coming into all that wealth was just too much for me to deal with. But the
trunk, I was more than ready for. I had played with it since a child and
now as I ran from the future that had been thrown on me at such a young age
I ran to something I thought would offer me some comfort.

Little did I know it would awaken in me a truth I had been fighting since I
was 13.

I opened the trunk and I cannot tell you how very disappointed I was when I
looked inside.

There was a bunch of papers wrapped in old burlap string and under them
were volumes of what appeared to be books.

I didn't read them at first, I just took them all out thinking I'd find the
treasure I'd always believed was inside. But once I opened one of the books
and realized that they were a life's work of journals, I was pissed off and
threw everything back inside the trunk and kicked the trunk down the stairs
of the basement and watched as it tumbled and crashed.

I was angry at life and everything in it and now the trunk that I believed
would hold the answers were just a bunch of some old dead relatives
writings.

I won't bore you any more with the details; I'll just begin as Willie
intended them to be found.



December 1890



I have placed the volumes of my journals in chronological order. I believe
time will bring my writings to who needs them most. To who ever is reading
this, if you find my writings offensive, then burn the entire contents. But
if you read my writings and see the love in the stories I tell, then I
believe my stories will show you a world that cannot be bought with the
wealth you've gotten along with my trunk full of memories.



I was pissed. If I was going to read them all I'd have to put them back in
order and there were dozens of them.

I started by looking at the ones rolled up and tied with burlap string,
since they looked the oldest. I was right and they were very hard to
unfold. The paper was very brittle and I was sure the paper would
crumble. Sometimes the words were hard to make out because they'd been
written with pencil and would fade with the aged color of the paper.



September 1813



Last night I learned a lot about life. I'm still kinda bell-rung in my head
at the whole thing, but can't stay I'm sorry. I'm really mixed up right
now, but I liked it and parts of me really loved it. I wonder what Daddy or
Momma would think?

I stood in the hayloft and looked down on Jeb and his girl friend Margaret
as they lay in the bed of one of the wagons. He had his face down where her
corset would begin to lace, if she had it on. The moonlight made for
perfect lighting for me to see what they were doing. Her breasts were big
and she kept moaning and grinding into the hay as she squeezed her
breasts. I jumped as she squealed and sat up all of a sudden grabbing Jeb's
head and started trembling all over like she'd just gotten out of the tub.

At first I wanted to run down there and save Jeb because she was obviously
suffocating him from the way she was pushing down on his head, but just as
soon as it started it was over.

My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest as I
watched them kiss. My own peepee was really hard because I knew what they
were doing. Growing up on a ranch you just knew how babies are made, it's
all around you.

I thought my whole body would explode as I watched them part and then Jeb
laid back in the hay. The moonlight bounced off his perfectly tanned skin
and showed each rise of his muscles. He was my oldest brother and at 17
showed the city folk he was a rancher's boy just by taking his shirt
off. I'd always like to look at my older brother's when they got naked for
our nightly bath. Momma always told us we were lucky, that most people
could only afford to wash once a week before church, but we were rich and
we could wash every night before bed. I had seen all of my brother's naked,
but none of them with their peepee hard. We bathed quickly, washed with the
soap Momma made in the big black pot outside and got into newly washed long
johns before bed. It didn't give much time to look at each other's
peepee's, although I found myself wanting to.

As I watched Jeb's peepee stand away from his body I was amazed. It was so
big. I was pissed as hell as I watched Margaret lean over and start to lick
him there. I wanted to look at it some more and she was in my way, but as
he started moaning I knew he was feeling really good and I forgot about
looking at his peepee and looking at what she was doing to him.

I thought I'd yelp out myself as I watched her take 1/2 of it in her
mouth. My shock was replaced by my fascination when I heard a deep moan
from him. Seeing the animals of the field make babies was always funny to
watch, but the bull never put his peepee in the cow's mouth. The only think
that made it all make sense to me was last year I discovered James pulling
on his peepee and he squirted white stuff out all over the place. At first
I thought he'd hurt himself, but when it was clear it made him feel really
good I sneaked into hayloft and did the same thing. I didn't make the same
white stuff, but boy did it feel good. I'd been rubbing myself for six
months before I'd ever felt the burning that made me want to rub it every
chance I got alone. So as I watched her moving her mouth up and down on
Jeb's peepee I could only think she was doing the same thing I did when I
rubbed my peepee, but she was doing it with her mouth. From the way Jeb was
moaning and moving around, it was feeling as good as when I pulled on my
peepee. She had it in her mouth for a long time and I wondered how she kept
from getting tired, but I was glad it was taking him so long. I was really
liking watching them and I had to pull my peepee out of my long johns and
rub on it while I watched them.

I was getting really close to the burning feeling I got right before the
few drops of clear juice came out of my peepee when I heard him gasp and
push her head all the way down onto his peepee. He was moaning and she was
gagging and I was shocked all over again. It was her I was concerned about
this time. I could tell by the way she was gagging that she didn't like
what he was doing to her. I also wondered if she liked his white stuff. I
had tasted my own, but it was clear and not white like James' and I was
sure Jeb made the same white stuff and wondered how it tasted. When he was
done groaning he pulled her head off of him just as fast as he'd pushed it
down on him.

She coughed and sputtered and he rubbed his peepee. I was amazed, as I
looked at it in the bright moonlight. If it was possible, it was bigger and
really shinny. I guessed it was her spit that made it shinny.

I could barely hear them but I could tell she was mad at him for pushing
her head down on him, but in no time he had her laying back into the hay
and had mounted her just liked the cows and horses did in the field, so I
knew what they were doing.

I was still fascinated watching them though and hadn't heard Joe come up
the ladder to the loft. I about jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand
on my bottom as he moved next to me. I didn't say anything to him for fear
Jeb would hear us down below. Joe always was slapping me on my bottom or
telling me what a pretty bottom I had or when it was just the two of us
down at the watering hole he'd tell me I had a girl's ass.

I hated it when he touched me there and pushed his hand away.

"Like what you see them doing, Willie?"

I hated when my brother's called me Willie. They all had names starting
with a J and I was the only one with a different name. Also, our Father
often called our peepee our 'willie' and the connection made my angry.

"You ever catch them doing this before, Willie."

I just shook my head no and tried to put my peepee back into my long johns.

"Don't bother with that, see." He leaned into the moonlight and showed me
he also had his peepee out and it was hard. He was only a year older than
me, but his was a lot bigger than mine and I couldn't take my eyes off of
it.

"You ever mess around with a girl before?"

"Never. Daddy's says you hafta wait for when you get married."

He let out a scoffing sound and then cursed, "Bullshit."

I was more shocked at his curse word as I was by his brazen act of putting
his hand back on my bottom.

"You can mess around with girls before you get married. How else you gonna
know if you wanna keep them. No use in keeping a wife if she ain't no good
in bed."

He began rubbing my bottom and as much as I liked the feeling I pushed his
hand away. He just grinned down at me, and then stepped closer. "Did you
know you can mess around with guys too?"

This time it was I who gasped. I'd never heard of such a thing. I had heard
tell of what went on over at the Prentiss Ranch, but couldn't believe
it. Gossip was that they all did 'married stuff' together, but there was
nothing but men on that ranch...not one woman. I'd never believed it
because I'd never thought of what two guys could do with each other. I'd
seen the cattle make babies, but had seldom witnessed two bulls together,
beyond the occasion one that would lick the other's penis.

As I saw Joe move to a bale of hay and spread his legs I wondered if
Margaret could put Jeb's peepee in her mouth if I couldn't put Joe's peepee
in my mouth. The thought made my own peepee get really hard and my heart
race. I could tell by the look in Joe's eyes, that's exactly what he had in
mind.

"Why don't you come over here and sit with me, Willie."

"Stop calling me Willie, Joey." If I hated being called Willie, I knew he
hated being called Joey.

"Fair enough. Come over here and we'll do things for each other."

I sat down and looked at him taking his long johns off and then he reached
and started unbuttoning my long john's my heart raced faster and faster as
his hands got closer to my own steel hard cock. When he stood me up and
lowered my long john's it felt strange not to be ashamed to be naked in
front of him.

I pulled in a sharp breath when he put his hand around my peepee and
started rubbing me. It felt even better than when I did it to myself and I
never wanted him to stop. I barely noticed when he moved me to sit next to
him on the hay, nor did I notice that he'd positioned me between his legs.

My eye's shot open when he reached and put my hand on his peepee. I was
amazed at how hot it was, not to mention how hard it was, but so soft at
the same time. I never did know how a peepee could get so hard and not
explode.

I started pulling on his peepee like he was doing mine and he just smiled
at me. I was really liking how this was feeling and on the occasion when
I'd think what we were doing was wrong I'd think about what he'd said about
doing things before you got married. If that wasn't wrong and they did this
sort of thing at the Prentiss Ranch, then what was the harm in two
brother's having a little fun together? And it did feel damn good.

"What else did you see them doing?" He asked me in the muted light.

I was almost afraid to answer him. I had bittersweet thoughts about it. I
wanted to see what it was like to have his peepee in my mouth, but what if
he shoved me down on him when the white stuff was coming out and I didn't
like how it tasted, not to mention it would gag me.

"If I tell you, will you promise not to try and make me do anything?"

His smile fell, and then I saw a twinkle in his eye. "Of course not,
Will. What did you see them do?"

I didn't trust him, but decided I could run away at any minute I wanted. "I
saw him down between her legs and then I saw him put his peepee in her
mouth and go up and down until he got the burning feeling and the white
stuff came out."

He seemed shocked. "Wow, you really know more about this sex stuff than I
thought you'd know."

"I might be a kid, but I ain't a dumb kid."

His smile returned. "You want to try putting my peepee in your mouth?"

His question hung in the air. I knew I wanted to do it, but what if I liked
it half as much as I thought I'd like it. I didn't want then talking about
me the same way I heard them talking about the men at the Prentiss Ranch.

Then he said the magic words, "I promise I won't tell anyone. It will be
our secret."

What 13 y/o didn't love a secret? And if no one would ever find out, even
if I did like it, then no one would find out.

He didn't have to say anything more to me, I just moved to between his
legs. I already knew I wanted to do it. His promise made it safe for me to
give it a try.

I was amazed looking at his peepee up so close. It wasn't all that
different than my own, just much bigger. How could someone who was only one
year older than I was have a peepee so much bigger? I was glad he'd said he
wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, because I knew if he
pushed my head down it would make me gag.

I played with his peepee for a while, interested in how it moved. I'd never
been so close to another peepee-it was fascinating. Being a good Christian
family, all us boys had been circumcised when we were babies, but I still
found the way the skin moved on is peepee amazing.

"Go ahead and lick it." He was getting inpatient.

I noticed some clear liquid on the tip of his peepee and I licked there
first. The taste was bland, with a bit of salt. I moved back to taste it.

"Do you like how it taste?"

I nodded my head.

"If you put it in your mouth and move up and down on it like you saw them
doing a whole bunch of it will come out."

I was no dummy. "Yeah, but that's different. This clear stuff comes out of
my peepee when the burning feeling comes and goes, but I know you older
guys have white stuff that shoots our of your peepee's and I bet it doesn't
taste at all like this."

"How do you know about cum?" He was suddenly interested.

And I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. "What do you mean
come?"

"You know, the white stuff, it's called cum. How do you know about it if it
doesn't shoot our of your cock."

"What does a rooster have to do with anything?"

"Cummon little guy. Sometimes you call your peepee a cock, or a dick."

I laughed. We had an uncle Richard that they called Dick and the thought
was funny to me.

"I don't know why that's funny. But how do you know about cum."

Since we were sharing secrets I thought I'd share one with him. "You have
to promise not to tell." When he shook his head I told him. "I saw James
rubbing his pee...cock about a year ago and saw all this white stuff shoot
out all over the place. I rubbed mine the same way and nothing came out but
I sure found out why he was doing it in the first place. Only in the last
few months has some clear stuff started coming out of my pee...cock, and I
figured it's just a part of growing up and your old enough to have white
stuff come out. So if I'm going to put your cock in my mouth and move up
and down on it you have to promise to tell me when the white stuff is going
to cum out, cause I don't know if I'm gonna like how it taste."

"There's certainly a difference in how it taste to the clear stuff, but
it's not bad."

I looked up to him with a question on my face and he knew I'd caught him.

"While we're sharing secrets, do you promise not to tell anyone what I'm
gonna tell you?"

I nodded.

"John has me suck his cock after all the chores are done, every single day
and twice on Sunday."

"Suck?"

"You know, move my mouth up and down-it's called sucking, you'll see when
you have mine in your mouth."

I thought about this for a while. "Does he suck yours?"

"Never. He says it's how things are. He told me that he sucks James and
James sucks Jeb's. He says the younger has to do the older."

The whole thing was too much for me to take it. All this time my older
brother's had been sucking each other's cocks and I didn't even know
it. How they had kept it hidden from me was a mystery. I was a usual nosey
little brother.

"Do you like sucking his pee...cock?"

He stopped and looked at me for a long time. I think he was as worried
about what I'd think about him as I was about how he'd think of me. Then he
finally told me. "At first I really liked it and sometimes I still like
it. It's just that sometimes I don't want to do it every single day and
certainly not twice on Sundays. And then after he taught me how to take his
whole cock down my throat he likes to lay me over a fallen tree, hang my
head over the side and then he fucks my mouth. I like it better when I can
control how deep he goes and when he starts getting really excited right
toward the end I have to take a deep breath because he pulls all the way
out and then jambs it all the way in and fucks his cock head in and out of
my throat until he's done cumming. Sometimes he takes too long and I think
I'm gonna pass out."

I was trying to take all of this in and the whole scene was just too
much. I looked down to his cock and his story had made a lot of that clear
stuff come out of his cock and drizzle down to his balls. I leaned over and
licked the full length of his cock and licked up all the clear stuff,
stopping at the tip of his cock to suck just the tip, hoping to get more of
the clear stuff. The sudden move made him jerk and groan at the same
time. Then I took as much of his cock in my mouth that I could. I
absolutely loved the way it felt in my mouth. The head swelled and I could
feel his heart beat all the way down to his cock. I slid my tongue along
the bottom of his cock and felt it get harder and heard him whimper. I knew
I was really gonna like sucking his cock.

I stopped and looked up to him. "I'll make a deal with you. If you promise
not to do any of that stuff John does to you to me and not make me do
anything I don't want to do it when I don't want to do it, I'll suck you
when ever you want as long as you want."

I'd never seen him smile so big before. "You got a deal little guy. Can I
tell you one other secret?"

I waited between his legs.

"You know when I go stay the night with Robert and his little brother
Frank?"

"Yeah." I wondered what that had to do with what we were doing.

"Well...his little brother sucks us both and sometimes me and Robert do
things to each other when he's not around. If you follow thru with your
promise, I'll arrange for Frank to suck you when ever you want."

The thought was more than I could handle. Robert was the same age as Joe,
but Frank was only 11 and the thought of a really cute 11 year old sucking
my cock clicked something inside me I'd never felt before.

Without any further talk I moved and took in as much of his cock as I
could. I knew what he meant by sucking because I started sucking on his
cock like I did my thumb when I was a little kid. When he put his hands on
my head I thought he was going to push me down, but he pulled my head up
and then pushed me back down to the same spot I was before he pulled me up
and then pulled me up again and I got what he was saying. He wanted me to
suck on his cock, but to also move my head up and down at the same
time. When I began doing it, he started moaning and whimpering and I knew I
was doing it right and knew as really loving it. But he wasn't loving it as
much as I was.

I loved how the slimy liquid seemed to stream out of his cock head when his
cock pulsed hard in my mouth and he groaned. I like to slide it around my
mouth with his cock slipping around too. He liked it when I would go down
further and I noticed that when it hit the back of my mouth it didn't make
me gag and I wondered if I pushed it all the way in if I'd gag at all, so I
slid slowly up and down, swallowing his slimy juice as I went along and I'd
push a little deeper each time I went down. I'd be sure and give his cock
head a good slip of my tongue when it was at the back of my throat and he'd
groan and tell me how great I was doing and that John and James should feel
my mouth on their cock. I didn't think of it then, but later I'd wonder if
he'd also sucked James's cock, but at the time I was loving feeling his
cock in my mouth and all the pleasure I was giving him. It was like we were
both riding high on a magic rug, we both loved what we were doing; there
was no denying it.

I had been working on getting more and more of his cock in my mouth that I
hadn't noticed how long I had been sucking his cock and when he reached
down and rubbed the back of my head, but then suddenly pushed my sucking
mouth off of him I was confused.

"Damn little man. You suck cock way better than Frank or Robert ever
could. If you kept doing that I was gonna shoot my cum at any second."

I smiled at him, while I licked my lips. My mouth felt strange without his
cock in it. It was an emptiness that I cannot explain. And my lips were
kinda numb and my jaw a little tired. I hadn't noticed those things while I
was sucking him.

"You wanna suck on my balls a little while so I can calm down a bit or do
you want me to jack off and cum."

I looked at him with my face squeezed in question.

"Do you want me to rub it until the white stuff comes out or do you want me
to calm down and then you can suck me some more. Daddy and Momma are long
ago in bed and Jeb won't come up here looking for us, so we got plenty of
time. Your sucking mouth feels damn good and I want you to suck me as long
as we can."

I was heady with excitement. There was no thinking needed. "Both, but
neither."

It was his time to look at me strange.

"I want to suck your balls so you can calm down and then I can suck you
some more, but I think this time I don't want you to tell me before you
cum. I think I want you to do it in my mouth."

He looked at me with wide eyes and pushed his cock down between his legs
and grunted. He turned red all over and seemed to hold his breath for a
long time. When he was done he let go of his cock and started panting.

"What was that for?" I didn't understand.

"You just don't know how close to cumming I was and when you said you
wanted me to cum in your mouth I almost came and I did that to keep myself
from cumming. I haven't had time to meet with Frank or Robert in several
weeks and John makes me suck him off everyday, so I'm really horny tonight,
so you about pushed me over the edge and I about came."

I wasn't gonna ask any questions about what horny was, I just figured that
was a good thing, so I just lowered and sucked at his cock head, taking in
all the clear slimy stuff and when he pushed me off of his cock I went to
his balls.

Joe was 14, so he wasn't old enough to have hair on his balls. He had some
pubes above his cock, but wasn't hairy anywhere else, unlike Jeb. Sucking
his hairless balls was really exciting for me and he'd moan now and then
and tell me it felt good, but I knew it wasn't as good as my mouth on his
cock. After what I felt was too long I finally asked if he was calmed down
enough and he said we could try. When he didn't push my head off after I
took his cock back into my mouth I knew we were okay. With the exception of
him pulling in a really deep breath and grabbing the back of my head, I
knew we were gonna be okay, at least for a little while.

I started down and went slowly until I couldn't push his cock head any
further, then pulled my head back.  When his cock head was the only think
left in my mouth I slicked my tongue at the tip and then started my way
down again, but his hands stopped me. He held my head in place and I just
gently sucked at the hard cock in my mouth. Then he'd inch his cock into my
mouth and stop me again, and I'd just keep sucking him. He'd keep inching
his cock into my mouth that way and it took forever and I loved every
second of it. When he reached the point where I'd usually pull back he
pushed a little harder, but I pulled back.

"Oh please, little guy, please take it in some more. It feels so damn good
and I think I might cum at any second. Please just a little more."

So I let him and was amazed to feel my lips press against his skin. I had
taken every inch of his cock in my mouth and I swallowed involuntarily. It
caused him to yelp and jerk my mouth off of his cock and he pushed it
between his legs again and held his breath. I knew he was fighting this one
hard and I wanted to just pull his hand away and start sucking his cock
like crazy. I wanted that cum. I couldn't wait until we were done so I
could rub my cock. It was so hard it was hurting me.

He held his position for a long time but then let go and was panting
again. When I reached for his cock he pushed my hand away. "Just a minute
little man." When I reached for his balls he pushed my hand away. "I wanna
cum good and hard in your throat and if I'm gonna do that then I'm gonna
have to settle down.

I watched as he breathed hard and his cock bounced around. There was plenty
of the clear slimy stuff now and I couldn't wait to get that big beautiful
cock in my mouth.

When he was amply settled he spread his legs as if to present his cock to
me and I knew it was all mine now. And now that I'd had it all in my
throat, I knew exactly what to do.

I took half of it in my mouth and heard him groan from above. I knew he was
really close so I'd have to make it quick. I sucked and then pushed as far
as I could go and his cock head hit the back of my mouth. He gasped above
me. I pushed hard and his cock slipped into my throat and I felt his body
tense, so I started swallowing at that moment.

"Oh my god, Willie, oh fuck."

I knew he'd only say something like that if I was making him feel so good
he didn't know what he was saying. We just didn't say things like that. But
if he was delirious with pleasure, then he'd say it.

I moved up just a bit and then down again, never letting his cock head out
of my throat and then when I had all of his cock in my mouth I'd swallow
again.

I did this over and over and he'd growl and groan above me and I knew he'd
be cumming very soon. But I was running out of breath and had to pull his
cock out of my throat to take a full breath, but I was sure to keep as much
of his cock in my mouth and suck it as it throbbed and got harder in my
mouth. After I'd taken a couple of breaths I took one final plunge and
pushed as hard as I could so I could get his cock head as deep in my throat
as possible.

When I felt his hands on the back of my head I knew he was gonna cum soon,
so I swallowed his cock head again and it threw him over the edge.

I could feel his cock jerk at the base as the cum flooded the tube along
his cock and then spilled into my throat. He moaned and groaned above me,
cursing as he kept pumping his cum straight into my belly. When that
realization hit me I pulled back a bit, sucking hard at his throbbing,
shooting cock, letting his cum fill my mouth.

His hands trembled on my head and he breathed fast and groaned as I
continued to suck at his cock, loving every minute I had his cock in my
mouth. I knew it would be over too quick. I knew his cock would be just
like mine and be too sensitive after he shoots all his white stuff and
would want me to stop sucking him soon, so I loved every second of his
pulsing cock in my mouth that I could.

I tasted his white stuff and while it was bitter, I decided I liked it and
wanted as much of it as I could and decided that I'd tell him to find me
after he was done with John everyday and I'd take care of him, I just loved
knowing I could give him so much pleasure and that he'd love my mouth on
his cock so much. I also loved how he touched my head and rubbed my back,
as he was cumming. There was nothing I didn't like about sucking his cock.

And just as I thought, he pulled my mouth off of him too quickly and I sat
up to look at him. He reclined against the bales of hay, his cock jerking
in his lap, oozing out what remained of his cum as he caught up on his
breathing.

I loved knowing I could do this to him. He'd always been such a strong
symbol to me and to know I could make that symbol turn into jelly and make
him feel so damn good made my own cock want to burst.

And that made me look down at my own cock. I had leaked out a lot of my own
clear stuff so I gathered as much of it as I could and start rubbing my
cock. Much to my surprise Joe, pushed my hand to the side and gathered what
cum was leaking out of his cock and then wrapped his hand around my cock
and used his cum to make it all slippery. It felt amazing and he hadn't
been pulling on my cock for a minute and I felt the burning feeling.

"Damn, that was quick. Did you like it?"

I knew he wasn't talking about much more than him rubbing my cock.

I nodded my head, but then jumped out of my skin when I heard Jeb's voice
behind us.

"I should think so. You two get cleaned up and come on to the house.."

Joe and I looked at each other like we were gonna get the whipping of our
lifetime and went down for dinner.

Little did I know that night of my sexual awakening would open so many more
sexual doors for me...even ones with Jeb.