"You don't mind do you Jay? it's not every day you get to see how your son is developing."For some reason it felt erotic while I was standing there wi...hout any clothes on while mom was ogling my cock. This had the effect of tightening my balls which I could feel lifting in my sack."Sorry mom!" I said commenting on my hardness thinking she might be offended."It's a normal thing to happen, there's no need to fret, that's the time to worry when you can't get one when you're with a woman."After a. "Tim," I say, "nice to meet you. Have you been up here before?" Yeah, last year," he mumbles, turns and walks to the terminal. The othertwo are already there. The air is cold. Very cold. I shiver a bit andfollow Jack into the warm terminal. It's filled with smoke. Not like theworld where I live. I hear someone say, "Hi Duke," and the biker manturns, smiles, nods his head and lights up a cigar. The juke box isplaying some old country western song and the two women standing by itlook like the. I coughed and felt his slimy emissions force its way up the back of my throat and then run out of my nostrils. I felt disgusted.Then the guard pushed me away. I fell on the bed gagging, sobbing and coughing; trying to breathe. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up again so I was looking at him from level with his waist. His face was bright red, florid and sweaty. His jowls dripped sweat down his shirt. Without a word he rubbed his now deflating penis all over my face mixing. ’ ‘Holy shit, Mark,’ I gasped, ‘Why’re you just now telling me about this?’ ‘Because,’ he quietly replied, ‘I was instructed not to tell anyone about these unless a time of great need arose. Besides, if this situation that we’re in isn’t a case of great need, then I don’t know what is.’ ‘What do mean by, we? You’re not a part of this,’ I quickly let him know, ‘It’s my ass that Jimmy Don Worley wants dead, not yours.’ ‘Bullshit,’ he spat, ‘You’re my family, Michael, and when you’re hurting, that.