That’s one reason why he took up boxing while he was still at school, so he could be self-reliant. To some degree he had even felt he was an outside... in his own family and needed to fend for himself, especially as his two youngest brothers would gang up on him. During his childhood, they didn’t actually have a boxing gym in the Smith neighbourhood, so he caught a bus straight after school once or twice a week and didn’t get home until late. That effort had the benefit of making him pretty. Just hold on, the paramedics are coming."Frank looked at me and said, "Doc's voice was just a gasping whisper, but he wouldn't stop talking." No. Not last. Must understand. Chocolateen valuable. Talk with Kirk. Read journals. Chocolateen in journals. On basement computer. Don't talk Chocolateen to anyone. Read journal."I could see the tears running down Frank's cheeks as he said, "Doc couldn't get his breath ... I held his hand, and told him I understood and how much he meant to me. His hand. Any extra spending money I had to earn, Dad told me working would teach me about the real world. He was right by the way. I started as an apprentice and worked my way up to a framing carpenter during my summer breaks from college and thought I might continue working construction after graduation. During the summers I made enough to pay for all the extras and incidentals for the next year at school. I also did my share of chores on the ranch, Dad said I had to earn my room and board while I was. He hadn’t sucked on his son’s cock when they had first begun their sexual ritual six years ago. But lust had brought him to the point that he wanted all that his son had to offer, and this is where he was at this time.He stood and pulled Branch up to a sitting position. Branch knew the routine, and knew he wanted what was to happen next. He leaned forward and opened his mouth wide so he could accept as much of his dad’s cock in his mouth as would fit.Casey held his son’s head in both hands as.