Anyway Haley and I had practically grown up together, seeing more of each other than cousins in other families do. Aside from being cousins, we were a...so good friends and talked about everything and anything. She was sweet, sensitive and had an incredible positive attitude towards life. She never raised her voice, never got angry, and was always in a good mood.On top of that, she looked amazing; long blond hair, a nice, big -- not too big -- rack, a firm, juicy ass and legs that wouldn't quit.. That view shattered all the adventures that I had in my mind.I was furious over my fate for tempting my desires with a passionate lady and then taking her away from me. Even though I came face-to-face with that fair young lady a couple of times before we parted, there wasn’t any circumstance that led us inside the train toilet for quick sex.As soon as I reached my hometown, I began to masturbate every night. I would sleep on the concrete roof floor after reading sex stories to calm my sexually. ” he trails off. It is as if he sensed what I was thinking. Or maybe my questioning glare gives it away. “My dad,” I manage to blurt out, before completely dissolving into great, heaving sobs. “Crap. I didn't mean to upset you,” he says. He seems genuinely worried. “It's not your fault,” I reply, grudgingly. “This is the first time I've cried… since it happened,” I manage to say, between racking sobs. Simon looks on nervously from behind the half open door. “Are you just going to stand there?”. Brandon Mackinaw already asked me for a blowjob at work yesterday. I think he was serious too. I feel like crap.------------------July 19thMy mom and I had an argument last night. She called me a faggot and says that dad would be ashamed of me if he were alive. and that the guys on the force would not want to work with me so I could forget about becoming a cop.I have to go to work now. I'm going to try to ignore how everyone stares at me. I should never have gotten so.