Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2020 19:43:46 -0700 From: Joe Ballard Subject: In the Blink of an Eye, Chapter 21 Chapter 21 The rest of the week went quickly. I talked to Zander and he said that the band usually practices on Friday and Saturday afternoons before the gigs at the club. I won't see them this week, so my first official gig will be a week from Friday. BJJ is awesome. I already love it. It's so cool to be able to throw a bigger opponent. The guys are really cool, too. There are a couple of women there, too, and during the day there's a bunch of kids doing BJJ. Mom and the sisters start next week. I'm really excited for them. Boxing has been great, too. I've been flirting with Chris like mad, and I swear he's responding, but I did find out that he's got a girlfriend. According to Bax, Chris is super straight and his girlfriend was a runner-up in Miss Colorado last year. She's a biochemistry major at CU, so she's beautiful and smart. I don't care about her, though, because Chris has a sexy ass and I'm going to have it. I can tell. Drago picked me up at 3:00 on Friday. We didn't even make it back to our apartment at his parent's house. We stopped at the park where Aiden and I jerked each other off all those months ago. There's a public bathroom that was empty at that time of day. Well, that and the fact that it's about 23 degrees out. But we just couldn't wait. Drago kissed me and pushed me up against the stall door after we locked ourselves inside. Fuck, I love it when he's rough. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Damn, dude, you're getting bigger," I mumbled through our kiss. "Coach wants me to gain another five pounds before he'll let me play," Drago said. He put me down and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down and took my hardening cock in his mouth. I'm so glad I quit wearing underwear. It is so much easier to get right to sex without stupid boxer briefs getting in the way. "Oooohhhhh," I moaned as he sucked me hard. It felt so amazing. He's really good at cocksucking. He stood up and I pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs and in moments I was deep throating his cock. It seems bigger than ever, but it's probably because I haven't seen it in a while. He suddenly pulled me up, flipped me around, and bent me over the toilet. His mouth was on my ass in an instant and I started whimpering as he ate me out. "Fuck, I've missed this ass," he groaned. His tongue bathed my hole in spit for several minutes as I writhed and pushed back into his tongue. We were both too horny to wait, though, and soon I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He spit a few times to lube his cock and to wet my hole when it wouldn't go in the first few tries. I cried out as the head finally pushed inside of me. He didn't stop until he was buried completely. "Oh God, fuck me, Drago, fuck me," I called out when the pain had nearly subsided. I want him so bad. He slid almost all of the way out and thrust back inside hard. I grunted and he did it again. Then it was full-on fuck mode. He plowed my pussy as if there were no tomorrow. We grunted and moaned and cried out as he fucked me rough. I held my cheeks apart so he could go as deep as possible. "You're so tight and hot," Drago drawled out as he slowed down and leisurely thrust in and out. He hit my prostate with every stroke and I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. "I'm gonna cum, babe," I said reaching for my cock. He beat me to it and started stroking me while he kept that infuriatingly slow thrusting speed. Cum burst from my cock and sprayed the toilet in front of me. I squealed in pleasure as one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had racked my body. Drago picked up the pace and then shot into my pussy. Six, maybe seven jets sprayed my bowels with hot lava, er uh, cum. I was still shaking from my orgasm. "That was like, the best orgasm I've ever had," Drago declared a few moments later. We were both trying to catch our breath and recover from the mind blowing sex we'd just had. We heard some voices outside and Drago pulled out of my ass leaving a trail of cum behind. He cleaned me up with some toilet paper and then cleaned himself up. The bathroom reeked of man-on-man sex. Drago went to piss and I took the opportunity to empty some of his cum from my ass. I hate the noises that it makes pushing the cum out into the toilet, but it's better than having a wet spot when I get home to meet the folks. I left the stall just as two guys walked into the bathroom. Drago dried off his hands and left while I washed mine. One guy walked up to the urinal and took out his dick while the other one hung back. I think that this bathroom is going to be used for some more sex this afternoon because these guys are acting hella suspicious. The guy at the urinal couldn't piss because his dick was so hard. Ha. "Have fun, guys," I said as I dried my hands and walked out the door. They looked at one another in shock. Ha. They probably wonder how I knew what they're about to get up to, but I wasn't hanging out to chat. I ran to catch up to Drago. We kissed at the car. I was already boning up again. Fuck Drago makes me horny. I rubbed against his crotch and he was firming up, too. Apparently the feeling is mutual. "Let's get home," Drago said as he unlocked the truck and we hopped in. He tore out of the parking lot and sped home. The second we were in the door, we started kissing. We stripped off our clothes on the way to our bed. I've missed this bed. We used to fuck every night and often times every morning. We're both sexually charged people and like to fuck often. I can't believe I've been missing out on this. I love fucking with my brothers but Drago and I have something special. Drago bent over the end of the bed and shook his ass at me. Ahhhh, my turn to rock his world. I got down in between his legs and feasted on that beautiful ass. I spread his cheeks and pressed my face against his ass. He is always so clean down there. I can smell his soap and just a little of his natural smell. I've never come across a natural smell that is as good as Drago's. Landry's comes close, but his is a mix of his cologne and his natural smell. Drago's is this amazingly wonderful smell that drives me crazy with lust. I cradled his balls and he moaned loudly. I hope his parents aren't home yet, because we are loud and it's only going to get rowdier. "Do you like it when I lick this perfect ass?" I asked while I teased his hole with my tongue. "Yeeeessss," Drago sighed as I ran circles all around his entry. "I want you to fuck me, Alvin," he said. I didn't move but started thrusting my tongue in and out. I sucked one of my fingers and slowly inserted it inside of him. He wiggled and tried to move away but I persisted and managed to push in up to my second knuckle. I moved my finger around in little circles, gradually getting bigger. He stopped trying to get away and started thrusting back against me. My finger slid all the way in. "You want more?" I growled at him, now pumping my finger in and out. "Yes, yes, more," he panted out. I pulled my fingers out and sucked three into my mouth. I pushed two inside slowly and searched out his prostate. I slammed into it over and over, then pulled out and waited. "Beg for it," I said. "Oh fuck, Alvin. Please do that some more, pleeeaaasseee," he pleaded with me. "Do what?" "Fuck me with your fingers. Push my button, please." "Well, since you asked so nicely," I said and pushed three fingers inside of him. It was a tight fit but after I touched his prostate a few times, he relaxed and I could shove all three in and out rapidly. I brought him to the brink of orgasm and then I pulled out. "Wait, no, I was almost there," he cried out, looking back at me with a look of dismay. I smirked at him and walked over to the nightstand. I grabbed the lube and started stroking my cock until it was slick. I poured a bit into his lightly gaping hole and he shuddered from the cold. I leaned over him and led my cock to his hole and pressed against it lightly. He moved around trying to get me to enter him, but I held still. "Beg for it," I repeated. "Oh come oooonnnn," he whined. He thrust back with his hips to try and fuck himself on my pole, but I pulled back so that just the head touched his hole. "Beg," I commanded. "Please, please, please fuck me, Alvin. Please put your cock inside of me. I need it. I need you!" he implored. I grinned and shoved inside of him balls deep in one thrust. He cried out. I started fucking him hard in long strokes. He shouted with every deep plunge until the pleasure sensors took over and then he moaned. He squeezed my cock with his ass muscles and it was my turn to moan with desire. "Fuck, your pussy is perfect, Drago. I'm gonna breed you, babe," I told him as I pumped in and out of him. My thrusts became erratic and I slammed inside of him and came. It was a hard and fast fuck and it felt like I came buckets inside of him, but I just came a little bit ago so it probably wasn't that much. I kept thrusting slowly inside of him. I reached around to see if he'd cum yet and sure enough the bedspread was covered in cum. I stroked his cock and coaxed out the remaining cum until he slapped my hand away. "Too sensitive," he said as he shuddered from overstimulation. I put my hands on his hips and started fucking him again. I couldn't stop. It felt too good and I wanted to pump in and out of him all night long. He squeezed against me again and my cock went hard almost instantly. I thrust in and out slowly, methodically. I took my time and worked my hips in circles and tried to stimulate his prostate. I lazily thrust upwards to keep up the pressure. Drago was clutching the sheets in his fists, his knuckles white and the corners of the sheets threatened to pull away from the bed. His groans, moans, and grunts spurred me on. I rocked back and forth until he couldn't stand it anymore and he started rocking back to meet my every thrust. He fucked me harder than I fucked him. Then I gripped his hips firmly and went all out. "Ahhhhhh!" Drago screamed and his pussy grabbed my cock and twitched and flexed as he came. I fucked him right through his orgasm and then I exploded inside of him. I momentarily saw stars as I thrust in and out erratically. My cock stayed hard and I felt like I could go again. "Oh fuck, please pull out," Drago whispered. After getting pounded so hard and not getting fucked for a while he was sore. I obliged and slowly pulled my cock out. It pointed out and I swung it around to his mouth. He cleared his head by shaking it a couple of times and I waved my cock in front of his face. He looked up at me with an incredulous look on his face. I gave him a look like `better get to work' and he took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me off. It was the first time he'd ever done that for me. I guess I got used to Dex doing it, and now Drago had better get used to doing it. After my cock was clean I went into the living room to find my jeans. I pulled them on and then headed to the kitchen. There was beer in the fridge so I grabbed two and headed back to the bedroom. I set Drago's down on the dresser and popped mine open and took a long drink. "Hey, you're not supposed to be drinking," Drago protested, nearly grabbing the can out of my hand. I stepped back and he missed. "A couple beers won't kill me," I replied and finished off the can in another long drink. "Dr. Winters said..." Drago started to say but I interrupted. "Dr. Winters said," I mimicked him in a snotty tone. I really didn't want to start this shit ten minutes after we walked in the front door. "I'm just trying to take care of you," Drago said, his head hanging down. I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," I told him and kissed his forehead. "I don't want to argue." "Me, either. Just be careful, okay? I couldn't live with myself if something happened because you were drinking," he told me. "I understand," I said and leaned down to kiss him hard on the lips. My cock hadn't gone down yet and I wanted to get off again before we left for Malcolm's party. I pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him. I kissed down his neck and felt his pecs. His chest is incredible. All muscle and strength. I took a nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. "Uuuuhhhhh," he moaned. I sucked and nibbled on his nipples while grinding my cock into his. He was getting hard so I moved down and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn't completely hard so I was able to take the entire thing in my mouth easily. I ran my tongue all around it until his cock got too big to move it. I unbuttoned my jeans. Guess I was a little premature in putting those on. I pulled them down and slid them off around my ankles. "C'mon, babe, suck me a little and I'll fuck you real good," I said and then moved up to straddle his chest so that my cock was below his mouth. "I don't think I can, Alvin. I'm too sore," he said. "You'll be fine, babe, don't worry about it. I'll go slow and easy this time and your pussy will feel so fine that you won't be sore at all," I said, slapping him against the cheek with my shaft. I pressed my cockhead up against his lips. He opened his mouth to protest and I shoved my cock into his mouth. "Dude, don't," he mumbled around my cock. I pulled out. "What's the matter, babe?" "It's just that all we've done is have sex. And I really am sore," he whined. I made a face and got up off of him. I pulled my jeans back on and went back to the kitchen and grabbed another beer. I stood in the kitchen and downed this one while Drago got dressed in the bedroom. I think I may have gotten used to cumming several times a day and having Dex and Bax at my disposal. My brothers either suck me off or let me fuck them at least three or four times a day. Sometimes more. Drago came in the kitchen a few minutes later, noticeably limping. "What's wrong? You're limping," I said, concerned that he was hurt from football or something from the accident. "It's just, you know," he blushed and gave me a knowing look. Damn. Did I fuck him that hard? Was I too rough? Dex lets me fuck the living hell out of him, maybe I've gotten a little bit too aggressive. Even Bax begs me to fuck him harder when we're going at it. Those boys are turning me into a brute. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was being too rough," said softly. I walked over and hugged him. "I'm really sorry. I've missed you a lot." "It's okay, dude. I'm out of practice," he said and laughed a little. I held him tighter. "Don't worry, you'll be broken in again and then I can fuck you rough and you won't feel a thing. Wait, that's not exactly what I meant," I teased him. "Thanks," he said and laughed again. We heard the garage door open upstairs and the sounds of his parents coming in a few minutes later. "Wanna go say `hi' to the `rents?" I asked. He nodded excitedly. "Yeah! They're going to be so happy to see you," he grabbed my hand and pulled me alongside him as we went upstairs. "Mom, Dad! Look who's here!" he called out. We went into the kitchen where his parents were putting away groceries. "Alvin!" Mom shouted and dropped the loaf of French bread she carried. She ran over to me and wrapped me up in a big hug. Dad wrapped his arms around both of us and Drago finished it off hugging around all three of us. "It's Vin, now," I managed to say even though I was being squeezed from every angle. "You'll always be Alvin to me, honey," Mom said. I started struggling to get free and finally everyone let go and we all stood in the kitchen grinning at one another. "Me, too, son," Dad said. I really prefer Vin to Alvin, but apparently around here I'll still be known by my old name. "What have you been up to?" Mom asked as she picked up the bread and continued to put stuff away. I gave her and Dad the clean version of what's been going on with my brothers, my mom, the band, and the club. "I spoke to Charles Upton and what he said sounded encouraging," Dad said. That's good to hear. I've been a bit worried that I'm not taking that part of my life seriously enough. It's hard--I really love to play guitar. Essentially, my life wouldn't be worth living without guitar. But the business side of things, the deadlines, the contracts, the responsibilities--that doesn't trigger my love of guitar. It's like a side-effect of guitar. "Cool. I can't wait to get out to LA," I said. Drago made a face that he didn't think I saw and then plastered a fake smile on his face. He doesn't want me to leave. I want him to go with me. It's going to be tough when the time finally comes. Mom made us dinner and we ate and talked. Drago and I helped clean up afterward and we all sat on the couches in the family room and watched some TV and chatted until it was time to get ready to go to Malcolm's. I hugged Mom and Dad and thanked them for everything. I really do appreciate them. I need to be more grateful for the things they do for me and Drago. We went downstairs and took showers. I tried to sneak into Drago's but he waved me off. Still sore, I guess. I went and drank another couple of beers until he was ready. I wondered where Drago got them considering we're only eighteen. He's a big guy and in college so either he didn't get carded or one of his buddies from school hooked him up. I hope there's some good liquor at the party. I'm already sick of beer and I've only had three. Or four. Whatever. Malcolm's house was full of kids by the time we got there. It was mostly college kids, although there were a couple of high schoolers, too. I hate parties with high schoolers in attendance. Just an invitation for people to call the cops. Malcolm met us in the kitchen where we were pouring whiskey drinks. "Hey, guys, welcome and Happy Halloween," he said. We all bumped fists. "You guys didn't wear costumes," he said disappointedly. I looked at him and then around the room. I thought only girls wore costumes, but Malcolm was dressed as a Greek warrior and a couple of other guys had on some accessories like plastic swords or eye patches and pirate hooks. "I'm dressed as a rock star," I said and shrugged. "Jock, here," Drago said. Malcolm rolled his eyes. "You guys suck," he told us. I leaned into Drago. "And swallow," I said and we started laughing. Malcolm didn't hear me and thought we were laughing at him. Drago put his arm around him. "We're kidding, man. Don't sweat it," he said, giving his friend a side hug. Malcolm smiled and hugged Drago back. "Alright, whatever. But, you do need to come out to the family room and play beer pong," he said leading us to the back of the house. Fuck beer pong. I am done with beer for the night. I veered off to the backyard looking for the weed smoking crew. "Hey Alvin!" someone shouted from the shadows in the trees in the back corner. Damn, the smokers got banished almost into the neighbor's yard. "Hey, whassup?" I called out even though I didn't know who had said my name. Someone handed me a joint and I took a big hit. It felt great as the weed and the whiskey worked their way through my system. I chatted with the stoners and got super high. And horny. I went back inside and checked on Drago. He was still playing beer pong with a bunch of the football players. His ass looked so fucking good in his jeans. I wanted to rub up against him but thought better of it in front of our friends. We're out and everyone knows we're together, but I still feel weird about outward shows of affection. "Alvin, I'm about to beat Liam and then I'll have beat every one of these losers," Drago said, slightly slurring. I laughed and we high fived. "Fuck yeah!" I said. As much as I hate beer pong, I want my man to win if that's what he wants. Plus, he's pretty drunk and I'm thinking that he's going to be ready to head upstairs for some fun. Drago hit two cups in a row. "I'm on fire!" he sang out and he got to go again. He wiped out all of Liam's cups and was declared the victor. "I am the champion," he sang in a very poor rendition of the Queen song. Unfortunately for my horny, every guy in the place wanted to celebrate Drago's victory. Technically, as the winner he ruled the table and could stay and play and that's what everyone wanted to see. I didn't want to be a wet blanket but there was something that I wanted to get wet--my cock. "C'mon Drago, play again," some very drunk guy came over and draped his arm around Drago's shoulder. It's rare that I see guys bigger than my boyfriend but this guy had a couple of inches of height and probably 30 pounds on Drago. He seemed really friendly with Drago. I've noticed a couple of guys putting the moves on my man, but I'm pretty sure they are straight. It's this thing that some straight guys do--flirt with a gay guy. They even go so far as to say that they are gay and declare that other guys are their boyfriends. I'm not sure about the motivation, but it always makes me wonder if they are closeted homosexuals or what. This guy seems pretty interested in my boyfriend. I'd better go make my claim. I walked over and stood next to Drago and gave the guy a look. "Naw, man," Drago was saying as I came up. "I'm the champion and this season is over," he said and downed a cup of beer. "Awww, you're no fun," drunk guy said and pulled Drago into a bro hug. "Let's go do shots instead," he said and grabbed Drago's arm. To my surprise, Drago let himself be dragged into the kitchen. I followed behind not really sure Drago even knew I was there. Drunk guy lined up shots for the six of us that came in with him and Drago. Malcolm came up behind me and showed me his vape pen and nodded toward the living room at the front of the house. I looked back at Drago and he and his teammates were doing some chant and downed their shots. It didn't look like they were going anywhere for awhile. I raised my eyebrows at Malcolm and smirked at him. He grinned and I followed him to the living room. "Here, take a hit," he said, handing me the vape pen. I took a long hit and held it as long as I could. That shit is strong! I started coughing and laughing because I was pretty high to begin with. Malcolm took a hit and ended up coughing, too. We were both coughing and giggling. "That's some strong stuff you got there," I managed to choke out and we both started giggling again. Malcolm pulled out a bottle of Knob Creek bourbon from the liquor cabinet. "Wanna do some shots?" he asked. "The `rents won't miss it," he told me and took a swig. "Sorry, no glasses," he said and handed me the bottle. I took a long drink and handed it back. We did this four or five times before he put it down. He sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I sat down next to him. I thought back to the last conversation we had--the one where he admitted that he wanted to get fucked. I wondered if he was still an anal virgin. "Here," he handed me the vape pen and I took another hit. He took one, too. He seemed nervous. Like he was looking for some courage from the bottle or the pen. I decided to take action and leaned over and put my mouth against his and blew the rest of my hit into his mouth. "Shotgun," I said in my deep voice. I reached over and started rubbing his package. He was already hard. I kissed him for real, licking his lips until he finally opened up his mouth and our tongues touched. He moaned. I smiled through our kiss. I have him. He's mine for the taking. It's just that my boyfriend is in the other room and anyone could walk in the living room and see us. "C'mon, let's go somewhere private," I whispered and stood up. He scrambled up beside me. "Okay, my room," he said. He was slurring worse than Drago. Fuck. I hope he doesn't pass out before we can get down and dirty. I followed him to his bedroom. He unlocked the door. Smart move keeping it locked because people were fucking in all of the other bedrooms. Once inside, I pushed up against him and started kissing him again. He pulled away to catch his breath. "I've never kissed a guy before. I didn't even know if guys actually kiss or if that's just a porn thing or what," he said in between breaths. I leaned in and tweaked his nipples through his shirt. "There's a lot I can show you that guys do together," I said while I twisted and pulled on his nipples. He moaned and tried to pull away, but I had him up against the wall. "Don't try to get away. I'm gonna treat you just right," I said and we started kissing again. Yeah, he's definitely still an anal virgin. Hell, the way he's acting, I'm not sure that he's even fucked girls before. Well, I'm pretty sure he's fucked a ton of girls--he was a total ladies' man through high school and as a star running back on the football team, I'm sure that he's banged several co-eds. Probably at the same time. But when it comes to guys, he's a total noob. I pushed down on his shoulders a few minutes later. No time like the present to learn how to suck dick. He gave me a confused look. "I don't know what to do," he mumbled, blushing furiously. "I'll lead you through it. You'll love it once you get started," I told him and pushed down on his shoulders again. It was a total trip having control of a guy his size. I noticed it when I started taking over with Drago--I really like topping big guys. Dominating them. Fuck, my cock is so hard right now. I opened up my jeans and my hard cock slapped me in the stomach. Malcolm got on his knees in front of me. Even on his knees he's still tall. I held my cock out and pressed it to his lips. He opened his mouth looking up at me with this innocent, sort of confused look. It is so cute. I put just the tip in his mouth. "Okay, start by licking the tip. Go around in circles and really get to know the tip with your tongue," I taught him. He has this really fat tongue--like hugely fat and thick. He cupped it under my cock and I thrust forward a few times like I was fucking his tongue. He ran that fat thing all around the tip and then licked long, wet streaks up from the base. "That's right, babe," I told him. "Think about how you would like your own cock sucked," I said and he took most of my cock in his mouth all of the sudden. I moaned loudly. "Fuck, yeah, like that," I encouraged him. Spit dripped down his chin as he tried valiantly to deep throat me. Dex is the only person that can truly deep throat me--Drago comes close, although I've never really forced it down his throat. Malcolm is certainly giving it his best effort. I took a hold of the back of his head and held him still and shoved hard against his throat. "Relax, babe, and it will slide right in," I said holding him tightly to keep him from squirming. "Breathe through your nose, you'll be fine." He struggled and slapped me in the thighs a couple of times but I didn't let go. I kept pushing and he finally settled down. I felt his throat open and I thrust hard and my cock went right down his throat. It felt fucking amazing. His throat spasmed around my cock as he gasped to breathe. I held it in his throat until he really slapped me hard in the thighs and I pulled out. How incredible to have a guy that could probably pick me up and spike me like a football be at my mercy. He could have stopped me but he didn't want to. He's submissive to me. Malcolm sucked in air for a few seconds before I led my cock to his mouth again. I pushed hard and it went right back down his throat. I held it and then began thrusting back and forth, fucking his face. When I felt close to cumming, I let go and Malcolm pulled off my cock, spit and throat slime streaming down his face. He looked up at me with shiny eyes. "That was so fucking prime, babe. Now let's get you ready for the main event," I said, offering a hand to pull him to his feet. He let me pull him up. I took him over to his bed and shoved him down face first onto the comforter. "What are you going to do?" he asked, trying to look at me over his shoulder. "Take off your jeans and underwear," I told him, purposely not answering his question. He did as he was told as I dropped my jeans. I pulled off my t-shirt. When he saw that I had taken mine off, he took off his shirt. I got on my knees in between his legs and pulled his ass cheeks apart. He has a somewhat earthy smell back there, a little bit of his sweat mixed in. But I don't hate it. It's very manly and as I get closer I can feel my cock bobbing up and down. It definitely likes what's about to happen. I licked in a long stripe from his taint to his tailbone. He moaned. "Oh my God, dude, I almost came just from that," he exclaimed. I laughed and did it again. He shuddered and I realized he wasn't kidding--he nearly came just from that amount of stimulation. Fucking him is going to be a trip. I went right for the hole to prep him quickly. I don't want him to cum before I do. I licked in circles and prodded with my tongue waiting for his hole to open up to me. Malcolm moaned and writhed on the bed. I had an urge to tie him down, he was wiggling around so much. His hole opened for my tongue and I thrust in and held it as far inside as I could go. He cried out a little and then clenched tight onto me. I wiggled my tongue a little and slapped his thigh. "Relathhh," I said with my tongue still in his ass. He started wiggling again and I slapped his thigh harder. "Relax," I said more clearly this time and he stopped moving. I tried to lick in circles to loosen him up again and felt as he took a deep breath and sighed. His hole opened up again. I pulled out my tongue and then sucked on my fingers until they were wet with spit. I shoved one inside of him. He started heavy breathing. "Is that your dick?" he whined. I laughed a little. "No dude, it's my middle finger," I said and screwed it into him even further. He writhed and tried to move away from me. "Quit moving around so much. You need to take at least three of my fingers before I can fuck you properly," I said holding onto his hip with my other hand to steady him. He stopped moving but seemed extremely uncomfortable. I pulled my finger out and went back to eating him out. He seemed to like that quite a bit more, so I spent some time down there licking and sucking and probing him with my tongue. I entered a finger again after a few minutes. He didn't wiggle around as much now and in fact ground his hips against me to force my finger further up his ass. I started finger fucking him slowly and then faster. When he didn't squirm and fight me anymore, I pulled out and stuck two fingers inside to fuck him with. "Oh, oh, oh," he chanted. I kept at it until his hole was ready for another finger. I spit on my fingers and thrust three up his ass. He cried out and tried to move away again. "Hold still, babe. I'm not going to move until you loosen up some more," I said and kissed all around his hole. He sighed and moaned. I took that as a good sign and began moving my fingers back and forth in his hole. He moaned more and louder and started humping the end of the bed. Oh yeah, he's definitely ready now. I pulled my fingers out and looked around for some lube. "Where's the lube, babe?" I asked as I leaned over him and kissed his neck. "In my bottom dresser drawer underneath my swim trunks," he said. "Oh man, I feel so empty now," he said wiggling his ass at me. Hell yeah. This is going to be fun. I found the lube and liberally applied it to my cock. I spent some time lubing up his hole, too. I want him to beg me to fuck him all the time from now on and if I do this right, that's exactly what I'm going to get. God, I love this big, strong football player begging me. "Here it comes, babe. I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll cum without even touching yourself," I whispered in his ear as I leaned over him and pressed my cock to his hole. His hole fluttered and twitched as I pushed inside. "Oh no. It hurts. Stop and pull it out," he cried out after the head popped inside. I didn't move. "No, no, no, babe. It's gonna hurt a little bit at first. But then it's going to feel so good. You want me to make you feel good, right?" I asked, rubbing around his hole with my thumbs. "I don't know, but it hurts," he whined. Jeez, for a guy who gets hit by 300 pound linemen on a daily basis, he sure can't take a little bit of pain. I reached around and pinched his nipples hard to take his mind off of what was going on in his ass. He cried out again and then moaned as I thrust another couple of inches into his ass. I stopped and massaged his pecs. When he settled down again, I pinched his nipples again and thrust the rest of the way in. He really screamed this time so I reached around and clamped my hand over his mouth. "Fuck, dude, everyone is going to hear you. Do you want everyone to know that you're getting fucked right now?" I asked. I wouldn't care except that Drago is downstairs somewhere and I don't want him to know that I'm taking Malcolm's cherry right now. "Thorry," he said from under my hand. I moved it away. "Sorry," he said now that he was free to talk. "I was so surprised and, well you know," he said. Yes, I know. I'm fully embedded in what used to be your ass. Now it's a pussy. My pussy. I waited as long as I could take for him to adjust to my size and then I pulled almost all of the way out and thrust back inside. I managed to get my hand over his mouth as he screamed again. I began pumping his pussy in long strokes. He finally stopped screaming and moving away from me and I changed up to short strokes. He cried out, but this time instead of pain it was pure pleasure. "Yes, yes, oh more of that," he said as I fucked him fast. I pulled him up by the hips and he pushed up so that he was completely off the mattress. Must be nice to have such long legs. I had to climb up and straddle him on the bed and went back at it. I reached around and stroked his cock while supporting myself with my other hand. "I'm gonna cum deep inside of you, Malcolm. Make me part of you forever," I told him as I pumped in his ass and stroked his cock. He came in six or seven hard bursts and his pussy squeezed my cock so hard that I followed him with five jets of my own painting his insides. My hand had his cum on it, so I lifted it to his mouth. He automatically cleaned me off. I think he's watched a lot of gay porn because he knew exactly what I wanted in that moment. Once my hand was clean, I pulled out of his ass. He clenched it closed. "Good boy, hold that cum inside of you," I said and I could see him closing his ass as tight as he could. This guy really wants my cum in his pussy. None even dribbled out when I pulled out. I grabbed a white t-shirt out of his laundry and wiped myself down. Malcolm collapsed onto the bed. "Ooohhh, cold, cold," he said and rolled off his wet spot. I laughed and threw him the t-shirt. "Here, clean up and I'll see you downstairs," I said pulling on my jeans and shirt. "You're not going to, uh, stay?" he said, sitting up suddenly. He looked sad that I wasn't staying to cuddle or something. "Sorry babe, but Drago is gonna start looking for me if I don't turn up soon," I said and went over and kissed Malcolm on the lips. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and we ended up kissing for a few minutes. I could feel my cock already starting to firm up. I swear, it doesn't matter how many times a day I cum, how many times a day I fuck or get fucked, my dick just keeps getting hard. It's awesome. I stepped away as we both caught our breaths. "I guess you gotta go," Malcolm said as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and started toward the door. "Yeah, but I'll definitely be back for more of that sweet pussy. You fucking rock," I said and opened the door and was gone. I could hear Malcolm saying `bye' but I was already in the bathroom at the end of the hall. I washed up and fixed my hair. I went back downstairs and headed for the kitchen where I saw Drago the last and to get a shot or two. "Alvin!" Drago shouted and pulled me into a hug when I entered the kitchen. "Sup, bro," I said and he laughed. He was well drunk. Like I'm not sure how he's still standing drunk. I took the shot that he was about to do from his hand and downed it before he had a chance. I don't want him passing out before I get a chance to fuck him again. We only have a couple of days together this weekend and I want to make the most of it. He pretended to be shocked. "Hey, that was mine," he said and we started mock-wrestling around. I'd learned a couple of moves in order to compete with him when we wrestle, although they are definitely not regulation moves. But I'm so much smaller than him that I had to do something to keep up with him. I realized that I didn't even have to pull my cheaty moves anymore since I've been doing BJJ--I was able to get him down, granted he's really drunk and wasn't really trying, and mounted him. I went for a smother but it was really just a way to shove my thickening cock in his face and rub it all around. Drago was laughing so hard that it didn't really have the desired effect, so I went for a scarf hold. I took him by surprise and he stopped laughing when he couldn't pull his arm free. "What the hell?" he exclaimed and tried to rip his arm from my grip. I held on and braced myself so that he couldn't get out of my hold. "Asshole," he muttered and tried to flip me over. I wasn't budging. "BJJ, bitch," I said through clenched teeth. I placed my knee on his chest and went from a side mount back to a regular mount, now straddling him again. He looked shocked. "Fuck, that sucked, dude," he said as I thrust my crotch in his face and then got up. I laughed. "Yeah, I'm getting better all the time. I'm going for my red belt next Friday," I told him and took another shot. He looked really excited. "That's fucking awesome, dude. I'm so proud of you," he said and scrambled up off the floor. He came over and hugged me. "You rule," he said and nuzzled my neck. I sure hope Teresa's room is available because I get the feeling that we're heading up there any minute now. I'm drunk and high enough now that I don't care about public displays of affection anymore so I pull his face down to mine and start kissing him. He responded enthusiastically and soon we're full-fledged making out. A couple of people mumble something about `getting a room,' which I'm all for. A couple of people talked about how they never thought they'd see Drago Jenkins making out with a guy. Neither did I, but here we are. We broke apart, totally lusting for one another. Drago took my hand and we took off for Teresa's bedroom. Poor Teresa. Her room always gets fucked in during every party that Malcolm throws. By us, of course. I guess we could go elsewhere but her bedroom is always available. Probably because of the pink décor, the stuffed animals, and the boy band posters. Probably not the sexiest room in the house. She has a twin bed, too. Not a concern of mine, because I want to get it in and I want it now. I had my clothes off about ten seconds after we got in the room. Drago was taking his shirt off and I came over and pulled down his jeans. I stood back and admired his hot body. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, thick, muscular thighs...damn. My cock was very hard and it's pointing out straight from my body. I stroked his cock while he struggled with his shirt. He still didn't have it off when I sucked the head into my mouth. I worked his cock and he gave up on the shirt and leaned against one of the columns of the canopy bed. I swallowed his boner and worked my throat muscles all around it. "Oh fuck, you are so sexy, Alvin," Drago said watching me push my face into his pubes. I looked up at him while I fucked my own throat on his cock. I pulled off and took his shirt off his arms. He smiled. "Thanks," he said and leaned down to kiss me. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. I thrust up from below into him and grinded my cock into his. With one particularly hard thrust we both grunted. "Drago, get my cock wet and then your ass and ride me," I panted out. He looked hesitant but then found the lube we'd stashed in Teresa's room the last time we fucked here. He sucked my cock for a minute or two and then stroked it with a liberal amount of lube. Then he fingered himself and lubed up his hole. He had a couple of fingers in and was really fucking himself with them. I watched for a while but then I decided that he needed to sit on my cock right now. I thrust up again and nodded toward my cock. Drago pulled his fingers free and tossed the lube aside. He turned around and slowly sat down on my cock. I held it up and it eased inside his hole. He was still pretty opened up from before so it slid in easier. That and the finger fuck he'd just administered to himself. "Uuhhhhgggg," I groaned as my cock completely disappeared in his ass. He rubbed his lightly furry ass into my pubes and then suddenly cried out as my cock rubbed against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted as he started fucking himself on my pole. He rode it up and down about a million times before his legs finally tired out. He moved forward and my cock popped out of his ass. "Ow," he said quietly. He moved so that he faced the headboard now and eased himself back onto my cock. He used the headboard to brace him as he started to fuck himself on me again. I felt my balls pull up close to my body and then I shot my load inside of him. He didn't stop and kept fucking himself. My cock stayed hard. I swear it's hard more than it's not. He rode me like a bucking bronco until his cock exploded cum all over my chest. Some of it reached my cheek. I giggled as it ran down my cheek to my neck. It tickled. He was twitching and shaking on my cock. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him from underneath. "Oh Gawwwdddd," he drawled out as I fucked him some more, but my dick was getting sore and there was no way I was going to cum again so soon so I slowed down. I thrust up erratically for the next few minutes but he didn't pull away. Drago leaned down and licked the cum from my neck and face. He held it in his mouth and we started making out again. His cum tastes so good. "I love you so much," I blurted out. And I do. I just can't stop cheating on him. "I love you so much," he said and laid on top of me. Our chests were sticky with the rest of his cum but neither one of us cared. Soon, he was asleep, snoring slightly, my cock still up his ass. I had a million thoughts running through my head, but the booze and the weed and the nonstop sex took their toll and I fell asleep a few minutes later. ### I could hear Dex's car about a block away on Sunday when he and Bax came to pick me up. He had this ridiculous stereo installed with speakers that fill most of the trunk. He'd had the windows tinted as dark as allowed by state law. He actually had a couple of sponsors who paid for most of the equipment and was planning on doing some car stereo competition early next year. We're all going to be deaf by then, but so what. Bax bounced up to the front door and rang the doorbell about eleven times. I laughed, but Mom, Dad, and Drago didn't seem to think it was all that funny. When I opened the door, Bax grabbed me and hugged me so tight. "Never, ever go away again," he said squeezing me to the point that I could barely breathe. "Okay, okay," I managed to sputter out. He let go and I sucked in air. "Good to see you too, bro," I said. "Get in here, meet me and Drago's parents." He gave me a look but I dragged him in anyway. I looked out to the car and saw Dex already sitting in the back seat. "Hey, Dex!" I shouted. "Get in here!" He gave me the same look that Bax had a minute ago but crawled out of the back seat and slowly walked up to the front porch. I held the door open and he came inside. We hugged. "Mom, Dad, Drago," I pointed to each of them, "this is Bax and Dex, my brothers," I introduced them. Everyone shook hands and Mom kissed both of their cheeks. "C'mon, bro, we gotta get going. Mom's boyfriend is taking us out for dinner," Bax announced after we awkwardly exchanged some small talk. I nodded at him. "Cool, sounds good," I said and turned to Drago. "I'll miss you so much, but I'll be back in a couple of weeks," I said and we kissed goodbye. "Don't go," he whispered in my ear. For a fleeting moment, I considered not going. I could just stay here with my man and play guitar. I'm sure there's a BJJ dojo somewhere in Boulder that I could join...no, I want to go with Bax and Dex. Drago and I are together forever, that I have no concern about. But me and my brothers need more time to bond. I didn't get to have time with them growing up so I'm making up for that now. "I gotta. But I'll just be up the road," I said. I almost invited him to see me play at the club this weekend, but then I remembered that I was more or less keeping that a secret. I don't want him knowing what Dex does at the club, or for that matter, what Bax does. What if he wants to fight? Who would win in a fight between Bax and Drago. I think Drago would destroy him, except that Bax routinely beats guys bigger than him. Plus, he's getting all crafty from the BJJ, too, so he may actually be able to beat Drago. Fuck, I'm so distracted. "Mom, I love you," I said, getting all sappy. I hugged her and she kissed my cheek three times before she let me go. "I love you, too, Alvin," she said. I heard Bax snicker. "Shut up, Baxter," I said, knowing how much he hates being called Baxter. Similar to how I hate being called Alvin nowadays. He stuck his tongue out at me. "Love you, Dad," I said and hugged him. He held me tight for a moment and let me go. "Do your best. I'm very proud of you," he said. I smiled big. "Thanks, Dad. I'm proud of you, too," I told him. Everyone laughed. I grabbed my duffel and Bax put his arm around my shoulders and led me out to the car. Drago walked out with us. He seemed a little put off by Bax's territorial behavior. Dex, who hadn't said much, hopped in the back of the car. I pinched his cute ass as he bent over to get in. He squealed like a girl and Bax and I cracked up laughing. Drago looked confused. I was going to have to be more careful around him. "Love you, babe," I said and kissed him one more time. He pulled me close and we made out on the driveway for a few minutes. Bax got in the car and honked the horn. I waved him off and we kissed some more. He honked again so I finally broke it off and got in the car. Drago closed my door and Bax backed out of the driveway, squealing the tires. I could smell the rubber. I waved to Drago and he waved back, but at Bax's speed, we were out of sight in about thirty seconds. "Drago is fucking hot. You're so lucky," Dex said while we drove away. I turned and grinned at him. "Thanks. And yeah, he's fucking gorgeous. We fucked like bunnies all weekend. He's going to be bow-legged for like a week," I said and Bax and I fist bumped. "I'd be tapping that ass all the time, too," Bax said. "He hung?" Bax asked. "Yeah, just over eight inches and as thick as me," I replied. Dex sighed. "Damn. You two must look so sexy while you're fucking. I can't believe he bottoms for you," he said. "Hey, you bottom for me," I said in mock-disgust. "Yeah, I know, but we're much closer in size," he said, defending himself. I knew what he meant--it was a bit awkward when I started fucking Drago because he is nearly 10 inches taller than me and has about 100 pounds now that he's gained for football. "I know, I'm just giving you shit," I said. He smiled. We're still working out one another's sense of humor. I tend to tease them and they aren't sure if I'm kidding or not. It must be all the drama classes I took in high school. "So where we going for dinner?" I asked, remembering that Bax said that Officer Lindsay was supposed to take us out. "Oh, I made that up so that we could get out of there quicker," Bax said. I laughed. "Were they that bad?" I asked about Drago and his parents. "Ugh, not really, but all parents suck, dude," he told me. I laughed again. "They were so goody-goody. I felt all self-conscious," he added. "Sorry man. They're really nice, actually," I told him. He shrugged. "Dex, light us a j," Bax told Dex as we pulled onto I-25. Dex lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a hit and passed it to Bax. He really reminds me of Shel sometimes. Shel used to borrow his mom's car and we would drive around getting stoned. Oftentimes before school. When we got home there was a guy waiting for me in the living room. Mom peeked out from the kitchen and pointed at me and then the guy and then beckoned my brothers to join her in the kitchen. She was cracking me up with her behavior. "Hi, Alvin, I'm Quinton Alvarez, and I've been hired by the law firm of Upton, Upton and Underwood to be your personal assistant," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I looked at Bax and Dex and then shook his hand. He had a good grip but I squashed his hand anyway. "Call me Vin," I said in a bored tone. I wanted him to know that he's below me, he's my assistant not some fancy pants lawyer-wannabe who gets to tell me what to do. I needed to establish that right off the bat. "Okay, Vin," he said, pulling his hand away and shaking it a bit to get the feeling back. He was okay looking--maybe 5'10", Latino of some sort, dark hair, eyes, and caramel skin tone. He wore black-framed glasses and had a bit of a nerdy look to him. I didn't get a strong feeling one way or the other if he's gay or straight. He looked at Dex and Bax curiously. Bax gave me a look like `who's the nerd?' and took off for the kitchen. Dex followed behind. "So what do you need from me?" I asked not willing to let him be comfortable just yet. "Uh, um, well, I thought maybe we could sit down and talk and I could get a better idea of what you need from me, actually," he said nervously. I nodded with a serious look. Inside I was laughing. He was so anxious around me. Good. Keep him on his toes. "Well, why don't you take me out for some food and we'll talk," I said, putting my coat back on. "Hey Mom, I'm going out, be back later," I yelled toward the kitchen. "Have fun, honey," she yelled back. "Hey, wait up," Bax called out and he came back into the living room with Dex trailing behind. "Oh, you're going with him," he said when he saw me walking out with Quinton. "Yeah, we got business," I said. "I'll catch you guys on the flipside," I said fist bumping Bax and then Dex. "See ya," Bax said. I could tell he was not liking my new assistant. "Bye, guys," Quinton said to my brothers. Bax coughed out `pussy' and Dex followed suit and pretended to cough `asshole'. I grinned and pushed Quinton out the door. "So you know you gotta drive, right?" I said, lighting up a joint. There were several sitting in a bowl in the living room and I liberated a couple on my way out the door. Quinton's eyes widened and he stared at me for a few seconds. "Uh, you can't smoke that in my car," he said. He sounds so wishy-washy. "Don't worry, it will be fine," I said. "Which one is your car?" I asked. "It's the silver Mazda 3," he said pointing to a sedan parked in front of the building. I walked over and waited for him to unlock the door. He stood there and gave me a mildly alarmed look. "What are we waiting for?" I asked impatiently. "Oh, I was just waiting for you to finish that..." he trailed off as I stared him down. "I said that you don't have to worry about it. Now unlock my door and let's get going," I said in a stern tone. I heard the door unlock and he opened my door. I hopped in and took a huge hit. I blew it out and the car filled with a hazy cloud of weed smoke. Quinton got in the car and coughed a few times. I really want to laugh, but I want him to be on guard. "Whe..where do you wa...want to ggg...go?" he stuttered out after starting the car. I've made him so nervous that he's stuttering. Ha. "Let's go to Cosmo's," I said. "You're 21, right? You order beer and I'll drink it," I ordered. He looked so conflicted. "I'm...uh...not...uh supposed to buy you beer. I was told that you aren't supposed to drink or do drugs and it's my job to make sure that you're not, uh, doing those things," he said, still stumbling over his words, especially after I took another big hit and blew it right at him. "Could you not, uh, do that again?" he asked in a squeaky voice. How is this guy going to be an attorney? He is a pussy, Bax had that right. "Naw, you got it all wrong," I told him. "I'm not supposed to do those things every day," I explained. He shook his head. "But Mr. Upton said..." he started but I interrupted. "Don't worry about Upton. I'll make sure he knows what's up. In the meantime, just do what I tell you and we'll be all good," I said. He had that conflicted look again. "Okay, I guess," he said after a while. We drove in silence the rest of the way to the pizza place, Cosmo's. I already have this guy wrapped around my little finger. I have no idea why Upton thought this guy was the right person to keep me on track. I'm sure he's a good student and employee but he's not much of a leader. We placed our orders at the counter and went to sit down. Just like I asked, he got a beer and handed it over to me when we got to the table. I purposely chose a table out of view of the counter so that they wouldn't see me drinking Quinton's beer. I downed it quick and had him get me another. The looks he kept giving me were hilarious. I could tell that he didn't want to, but didn't know how to say no. When he came back with the second beer, he pulled out a notebook and pen so we could get to work. "Vin, can you please tell me all of your doctor appointments and the names of your doctors so that I can program them into my phone?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't know any of that shit. Call my boyfriend Drago Jenkins and ask him. He's probably the one you should be talking to since he's been doing your job for the last few months," I said. Quinton's eyes widened when I said `boyfriend'. He would be fun to rube in poker because he has a definite tell. "Oh, uh, okay. What is his number?" he asked in a shaky voice. He kept getting more and more nervous around me. I gave him Drago's number and then our pizza came out to the table. I grabbed the first piece and started eating. He actually spread a napkin in his lap and used a fork and knife to eat his pizza. My jaw dropped. "What the fuck, dude? Who the hell eats pizza with a fork and knife?" I asked, now laughing because he looked like such a dumb fuck. He looked confused again. "Well, uh, I grew up eating it like this. I don't want to get any grease on my slacks..." he trailed off. "Of course. Your slacks," I said. Who the fuck wears slacks in college? Especially on the weekend. I shoved another piece of pizza in my mouth. I don't usually eat like this so I had to copy Drago's bad eating habits. Actually, I'm totally grossing myself out to a certain extent. But the looks he keeps giving me are priceless. I want him to squirm. He put down his silverware and cautiously picked up his pizza. "Here," I said reaching out and folding his pizza for him. "Do it like this," I said and pushed the pizza toward his mouth. He began protesting but I shoved the end in his mouth. "See, there ya go." I ate another piece while he awkwardly ate his piece. I had him get me another beer and we finished our pizza. I only talked when he spoke directly to me and even then I answered monosyllabically. He was frustrated and irritated by the time we went back to his car. "Hey, there's a liquor store," I said before we got in. "How about you get me a bottle of Maker's Mark and then we head back to my Mom's place?" I said. He looked at me and then the liquor store like he didn't know what to do. "Oh, I don't think so," he said shaking his head. "Well, it's a good thing you aren't paid to think," I said, giving him a shove toward the liquor store. He hesitated, biting his lower lip. "I, uh, who will pay, uh, do you have the money..." he stuttered out. It was so hard not to laugh at him. "You'll have to talk to Upton about getting reimbursed," I said nodding like I knew what I was talking about. I don't actually think that Upton is going to reimburse Quinton for anything, but it sounded good and I don't have any cash. I never have any cash. "Oh, okay," he said. He unlocked the car and I got in and re-lit the joint. Quinton walked over to the liquor store and went inside. I wondered if he'd ever been inside one before. He looked like he was about to throw up when he came out. He got in the car and handed me the black plastic bag. "I got carded. And he asked me if it was a fake ID," he said nearly in tears. Ha. I've already exposed precious little Quinton to a whole new way of life. "But he let you buy it anyway," I said like that made it better. Quinton was practically shaking as he drove me back to Mom's apartment. "I'll call Mr. Jenkins, like you said, and get all of the information I need. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call," he told me after he parked out in front. I groped my package and gave him a knowing look. "Oh, I won't hesitate," I said, raising my eyebrows at him. He blushed bright red. For someone with his darker complexion, I was surprised to see how red he turned. I got out of the car and slammed the door before he could say anything. He rolled down the windows as he drove away. What a pussy. "So how was dinner?" Bax asked as I walked inside the apartment. He and Dex and Mom crashed out on the sofa watching TV and smoking weed. I could hear my sisters playing in their room and was mildly surprised that Mom was smoking around them. I guess it's not that big of a deal since it's the weekend and all. "Alright, I guess," I said, plopping down between Dex and Bax on the sofa. Dex passed me the joint and I took a hit and passed it to Bax. "That guy's a total pussy, though," I added and then realized that Mom is sitting on the other side of Bax. "Sorry mom, I mean he's a wus," I said. She laughed. "He was a pussy. He kept using big words to sound impressive. I didn't even know what he was talking about so I went in the kitchen and didn't go back," she said. It was weird to hear my mom say `pussy'. I giggled. "What?" Bax asked. "Mom said pussy," I said and giggled some more. He started giggling, too. Dex smacked me on the shoulder. "Shut up, dude. It's okay for Mom to say that," he said. "To say what, Dex?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face. "You, know, pussy," he said and we all started giggling. Even Mom started giggling. It was probably the weed, but we were all laughing for a while over that. "So the pussy is your handler, huh?" Bax asked once we'd calmed down. "Yeah, I guess someone has to do it," I replied. We watched Netflix and smoked out until Mom was passed out on the couch. Bax carried her to bed and Dex made sure that the little ones brushed their teeth and went to bed. It's weird watching them take on the roles of the father and husband in the house. Dex is like the dad that the girls would never know otherwise and Bax is like the husband that takes care of Mom in every way except for sex, which Officer Lindsay apparently does for her, or with her, or whatever. From outward appearances, it probably looks dysfunctional, but there's so much love here that it isn't dysfunctional at all. It's pretty darn perfect, if you ask me. We all work together to make this family the best it can be. I don't know exactly what role I'll play in this family, but I know I belong here and that's all that matters. ___Donate to NIFTY and keep it free!