As he began to grunt and moan loudly as if he didn’t care if the neighbors heard, I knew it would be over soon. Thank god. First, the violent splash...as the slit of his cock, still pressed firmly against my clit, erupted. With it pressed so firmly into my own clit, its fluids ricocheted in every direction like pressing your thumb at the end of a running garden hose. He backed his cock away just a bit but kept it pointed at my hairless pubic mound. Warm sludge continued to spew from his cock,. They explained to him, that even though I aman American, there are still some European customs my family practices,and these practices are not abnormal, gay, no matter what he thinks. Inaddition, his actions, based on someone who traveled through Europeimply that he did not learn anything about cultures and being acceptedto them. They tried to explain it to him nicely, but it was his way orno way.Since I would not change my family customs, the retaliation was to denyme promotions or. Jeremy could tell he seemed to like the fact he had no balls. He wondered why, and whether or not it was this mans' fault that they were gone.Afterwards, he continued to just cuddle with Mr. Davidson, who seemed to explore every inch of him, obviously infatuated with him. He gave Jeremy a new pair of shoes, making a point of saying that they were the same size as he arrived at the Home wearing, and how he would never need a bigger size. Bullshit, thought Jeremy. All kids feet grow at my age,. I asked him if he'd tell me his story. Dad and Mom already knew it but promised my Granddad and Les they wouldn't tell anyone without Les's ok. Les said it was about time, so he told me his story.Before he even started, he had tears in his eyes. By the time he finished his story, we all did.Lester's told me his story:Les said it had all began many years ago one Christmas Eve when my granddad sat in his gas station on a very cold and snowy night. Granddad hadn't really celebrated Christmas in.