When I came home from school, my grandpa and uncle’s were all gone and dad and Todd were packing their stuff. Mom tried to stop dad from leaving and...that’s when I heard him call her a “cheating, inbred, old whore”, as he left.On the ride home, instead of thinking, “oh this is a terrible thing that’s happened to my family”, I was thinking it might lead to sex with my own mom and maybe my uncles and even grandpa for that matter. When Todd had told me the story, I asked him “why would uncle Paul. I just wanted to suck his cock. just seeing a hard cock was a major turn on for me. if I could stroke it, feel it in my hand, and compare it to my own, I was elated. I slowly spent more and more time at the gloryhole. I was still too scared to suck a cock, but I was stroking as many as I could get my hands on. I loved the feeling of a hard cock in my hand. It felt so different from my own. stroking each new cock was an adventure for me. some were curved, some were short, some long. it was all. "A co-worker of mine told me I was guaranteed to get fucked here," I admitted.He laughed, "Well that is a guarantee I can make you too."I began to get up knowing I was getting in way over my head and quite nervous about the implication of his guarantee.As soon as I stood up he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative, "Sit down, Martin."I didn't sit down but instead asked, "How do you know my name?"Pulling something out of his pocket he read what appeared to be my drivers' license. "Martin. “Just what are you planning to do?”“Wash you.”“For sure I’m not dirty!”“I never said you were. Look, do you want me to make love to you or not?”“Yes.”Her voice was full of feelings and I guess the Old Language accent was pushing through. I took her small hand in mine and the first touch of her cool, soft skin was something special.“Come, please let me do this. I’m not going to hurt you.”When I started cleaning her with that washcloth she was stiff as a board. Gradually she started to relax and.