Tom put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, then he kicked my feet apart and grabbed my hips. With his cock firmly lodged in my ass, he lean...d over my ear.“I'm going to fuck you hard,” he said loud enough for few men around us to hear it. All of them stopped and gather around for the show. With his hand holding my hips firmly, Tom withdrew his large cock. At the same time, my mysterious cock sucker broke off and stood there waiting for the show. Tom withdrew his cock almost completely. It was so good I found myself feeling willing to take bigger risks to feed my desire.I turned to Craigslist. My first encounter ended up being with someone I had known forever and highly suspected he was closet gay due to his lisp. He's a good looking blonde nerdy glasses wearer. All he wanted was to get sucked off he said, and I happily carried out the task with him lying on his bed. He told me he loved having me, an old friend, make his cock feel so good. I felt honored and sweetly. I was dying to hear any news about Hall but I bided my time, I'm sure the subject would surface soon. Margie talked about their visit to the doctor, indicating all was well with them. They had their yearly check up and fortunately nothing had reared it's ugly head, I wished them every future visit would be the same as this one.Eventually Margie brought up the subject I'd been waiting for ... Barry Hall."Barry Hall finally went off his trolley Tony, the park rangers found his ute parked outside. That's what you saddled me with, David. Guilt. It's your fault. It doesn't matter what you call it, regret, ruefulness, shame at doing things that cousins should never do, it all boils down to guilt, and I feel it deeply. It shakes my soul. You wonder why I feel guilty? Let me tell you. You probably have no idea how it all started, so I'll tell you. Remember that summer we spent together at Grandma Reese's? The summer when the thunderstorms never came and the heat just built, day by day..