I picked a dark set of slacks and a crisp white shirt with no tie. Polished black shoes and dark socks filled out my wardrobe. I brushed my hair then ...ut a little aftershave on. Looking closely, I decided that I looked good enough. I felt butterflies in my stomach and laughed at myself. This was like being back in high school. When I came out, Stan was ready. ‘Damn! You look hot, Bro. Lets go see some ladies.’ Laughing and joking, we drove into the city. Traffic was heavy, heavier than that. I let out a deep sigh as she began to stroke it and lick it's head. She began bobbing her head up and down it's shaft while making slurping noises with her mouth. I thrust my hips up into her in enjoyment. This was a technique new to me at the time. She gagged a bit, collected herself and continued. She'd take her head off of it for a few seconds and stroke it a bit or just focus on the head before switching back to the original technique. She continued this for a few minutes and soon I was. “No. I can’t go home. My dad thinks I am staying with Jade. I will get in trouble.”“Fine. You can stay. Jade isn’t home but you can use her room.” Alice looked at me with tear filled eyes.“You are really mad at me aren’t you?”“Alice I am not sure what you expect. You don’t talk to me for weeks, then call me at 2:00 in the morning to come pick you up. I find you drunk, with a hickey on your neck, dressed like a hooker, lipstick smeared all over from sucking some shitty teenage boy’s Dick. Yeah I. Entranced by his writhing babysitter on the television, he completely lost track of his wife’s preparations until she said, “Okay, it’s ready.” The molding tube was seated in the hole, awaiting something to clone. His wife gestured impatiently and said, “Keep your eyes on Stephanie, stay hard, and get over here. Hurry. This stuff sets up fast.” Looking at the goop in the tube was bad enough, but sliding his erection into it was something he never wanted to repeat. Unfortunately, he knew he was.