Dosto mera ak dost hai uska naam rahul hai wo mujhe se do saal chhota hai or uska rung bhi bahut kala hai main aaj tumhe uski hi kahaani sunata hun �....to dosto mera dost mere ghar aksar ata jata rehata tha mera ak bhai bhi hai jo mujh se teen saal bada hai .main apne bhai se jada baat nhi karta tha main unse sarmata tha …magar mere dost ki unse khub patti thi ….maine kai ladkiyo ki chut faadi hai ab tak. Magar main yadi aaj ki baat karu to aaj main chhoti si job karta hun or mere touch me koi. “keep going Boy, there’s more” I pulled out the next box which was the smaller of the two it was a perfect square and when I took the tissue paper off of it it was a pair of underwear. “underwear? Thanks”“it’s a jock Eric, underwear but your ass is out in the open, you get it?”Looking back at the picture on the box I now got it and smiled, now growing somewhat nervous about the last box. I pulled it out of the bag and took the tissue off of it and realized quickly that it was a black suction. I put some gel inmy hair to style it and then brushed my teeth. Once I was ready I grabbedmy wallet and my phone off my bedside table and put them in my pockets. Ithen headed downstairs."Oh don't you look handsome?" My dad said as I came into the living room."Thanks" I said nervously. Dad got up and gave me a hug. "You'll dofine," he said giving me some encouragement. I nodded meekly. Mum got up"You ready to go champ?" she asked, dad had offered to drive for thenight. Being new to the states I. He got a cloth and carefully wiped it off. That’s when he noticed the darker green glass stopper at the top. Should he open it? What would he find inside? He had thoughts of some written message lodged inside, long out of date and far from it’s intended audience. Perhaps it was filled with gold dust or jewels packed in silken cloth but he doubted it. He never got fucking lucky like that, when it came to the old mazoola. Every dime he acquired was fucking earned. It seemed like he.