Mindless, hopeless activity. I sit in the shower without forgiven and need and lust and longing. The scars will never vanish. Never fade completely. B...t remind me of the torture of trust, the fool who gives over. The emptiness that follows desire. All of it written in stitches across the scars and curves of fingerprints from homemade thread and sewn with the needles that were thrown at me. I say you must move on because the only way to live is for yourself. But the mirror doesn’t believe me. It. D?"He didn't waste any time. "I'll get right to the point. My friend "J" came over and he's in my house right now. He knows all about you and me and he asked me to come over here to invite you..." Invite me? To what?" I asked him coyly even though we both knew what the invitation was all about."Invite you to have some fun with the two of us. You know what kind of fun I mean. You met J a few times so you know he's totally hot. I'll also tell you that he has a dick almost exactly as long as. "If you had the power, I would wish it so. But you are not real. This is some trickery for the newly passed-over to endure. I know I cannot return." My grandfather was wrong. I thought about my grandfather back in his earthly body and I could see inside and see the damage to his heart and his arteries and his veins. It was nothing at all for me to imagine him strong and vibrant again and so it was. The empty body my grandfather had left behind was rejoined to his living soul. Now it would last. We talked a bit and I watched his hard cock bob a bit every time he moved. He then asked if I ever got naked out in nature like he did. I said I sometimes did but had only done it while alone. Tim laughed and said it was time to change that and, besides, I might hurt my cock having it cramped in my pants all hard like it was.So I shyly removed my cloths and let my cock spring out hitting by belly. When Tim asked if that was not better I said it was. So what talked a bit more while both our.