We were dugin somewhere outside DaNang, Vietnam, and I was scared shitless, Man this is a mess, and my Foxhole started something that made me feel so much better, I wanted to stay in that foxhole with him untill the war was over.
There I was minding my own business and up flew this little dude on a skateboard and came over to my car and started talking, Man was this fate or what? I was about to find out.
He wished he had asked more questions, but it was enough that he was getting help. Least, he thought that it was. Still, Sheriff Roy was a crafty old man. Maybe it was a set up?
The big Jock Quarterback, seemingly untouchable, And me, an unthinkable pair, Well I can fantasize can't I, Or maybe I won't have to........That question remains to be seen.
Just like how every Sunday when his parents would go to Church, he would spend the entire morning worrying. He would dredge up some strange stuff, think of how he would answer them when they would come home suddenly knowing his secret. He really hated Sunday mornings, and it was apparent too.
I was comming into my own as a maturing lad and my hormones were raging, Then My Uncle Mitch Took me under his wings so to speak and I got lessons, man did I ever learn the lessons of Life from my Uncle.
He cried out, as the pain in his groin matched that in his rectum. His balls seemed like giant balloons, as they were crushed by Neil's inwards thrusts. Then suddenly he felt it, crying out as he did.
There were things he hadn't told others, just Eric, who was standing by a couple of Queens they knew. They were all decked out in their finest attire, and you could tell that it was special. Melissa had his water proof make up on, and for good reason.