Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 10:15:25 -0500 From: Vince Subject: Missionary Man 3 Donate to nifty! Some people in your life have more profound influence on the person you become than others. This is the story of the man who, in a lot ways, made me who I am. Missionary Man 3 For the rest of the morning Paul and I laid in bed together. He used his mouth to give me spirit twice more. It tickled more each time. Then he told me that it was possible for us to give ourselves the good feeling without anyone else. "Really?" I asked. I was eager to know how. "Yeah," he said, "I'll show you. Get between my legs so you have a really good view." He spread his legs apart and bent them up at the knees. Then he reached beside the bed and pulled Vaseline out of an overnight bag. He rubbed the Vaseline on his hard pecker and got it all good and slick. Then he grabbed his wiener tight like you would hold onto a railing. Keeping this tight grip he moved his hand up and down. I was mesmerized watching not only his hand and pecker, but then I saw his big balls. They hung down loose. My sack was always tight, holding my balls close to my body. After swimming, my sack got so tight that when I felt it I couldn't feel my balls at all. My eyes went further down and something caught my attention that surprised me. I could see Paul's butt hole. He had hair around it and for some reason, it didn't gross me out to look at it. It flexed tight every now and then as Paul continued his stroking. Paul started moaning and bucking, a familiar sight to me by now. Then for some reason, he pulled his knees up so that his feet were off the ground though still spread wide. I noticed this was an even better view of his butt hole. As his moaning got louder, he fixed his eyes on me. I stared back wondering if I was doing something wrong. Then he moaned one last time and said to me, "J.J. I love you more than anyone else in the world." He gasped and I looked down to see white streams of liquid shooting from his pee hole. He pulled me up beside him with his arm around me tightly. "What's that stuff?" I asked. "It's stuff that men put inside a woman to make a baby. You'll do it too when you get a few years older." Then he said something unexpected. "I wish I could make a baby with you." "Really? Why?" I asked. "I said it already. I love you more than anyone." After a brief silence, it was my turn to say something surprising. "I wish you could put a baby in me too." "Oh yeah?" he questioned. "Yeah, cause I love you like that too."