Min's raspy voice and Aunt's softer one drifted up through the venilator."Now don't be getting yourself in a dither," cautioned Min "He was just doing...what comes natural."He was doing nasty things to himself," breathed Aunt."You caught the boy doodling his dick." hooted Min. "That's all." Abusing himself," corrected Aunt. "I never called it what you just said. I said he was was doing nasty things with his member." said Aunt."Jack was pulling, his pud," giggled Min. "That's what he was doing.". My weakness was embarrassing.I followed Fred's advice. I stopped drinking, started working out and screwed every female would cooperate. It wasn't love and I couldn't remember most of their names. The recreational sex helped me reacquire my self esteem. We didn't make love, we fucked. They became the life preservers that kept me from drowning. I needed more than that. I needed to feel loved.As I felt better and my confidence grew, the more female attention I seemed to attract. It came to me. Without breaking eye contact, she moved her right hand down to his crotch and began unzipping his fly, her hands trembling with anticipation. Will held his breath, almost fearing that breathing would break the spell. The doctors told him it was possible but he hadn’t had an erection since his accident. Could he really do this, would he be able to keep it up? He lowered his eyes and watched her hands, almost shaking, undoing his trousers and remove his hard member through the zip.Her breath. “You always talk so much?” He looks up at me for a moment, before going back to tattooing. “I tend to have a bad habit of it, yes,” I blush. “Well, with a pretty mouth like yours, you might as well put it to good use.” Did he really just say that? I feel the red hot blush cover my body, head to toe. I fight the urge to squirm. I keep my eye on him through the mirror and can see him smirking. I know, he knows he has an effect on me. After another ten minutes he tells me he’s done. I get up.