My Days of Cock

Every word reflects precisely how it happened.

True and accurate in every detail.

Here it is:

This involves my best friend from childhood. we were

the same age to within 6 days.

To this day I can’t be sure if the very strange and

often arousing stories he often told me were true,

passing time or if he wanted to play with our cocks

together.

We eventually did that by all means but was he trying

to work his way in ? I honestly don’t know.

Here’s something I tend to believe was true. He had three sisters: Karen,

Roberta and Lori.

None was any bathing beauty but

Lori was the one with the tremendous

set of tits.

My buddy told me once that Lori arrrived home one late night, much

to drink, and came into his room with

him and held his psuedo sleeping

hands and carassed and rubbed them

all over her gargantuan melons.

I couldn’t give you a reason, but

somehow I believed him. Entirely.

Or perhaps I merely wanted to.

When we were about 18 years old my best friend’s family

moved to Orange County, CA.The following year his family

invited me to fly out and spend the entire summer with

them. They did this for me the very next year as well.

Everything began very slowly although I ought to have

known what was happening.

My buddy, and I were, like, eighteen years old.