I walked into his room. dylan was looking very confused. i pointed him to sit down at the desk. he walked over, his sneakers made the carpet sound. he...sat over and then i made my way, smiling in a scary way.me: hi.dylan: wat they hell why did you have to knock us out? is this how the FBI does it all of the time...wait a minute. me: im not FBI. no not me. you know what i am, im a dog chasing cars. i see one that i like and i go for it.dylan: wat are you trying to say? what the fuck do you. "Secondly, I am not working my butt off to make money to give to a bunch of religious zealots. If you want to tithe it will be out of your household allowance. You can give up your beauty shop appointments for God."Lastly, I will not be going to Bible study, nor will I be attending any church services. All I am willing to do is go with you to church social events like potluck suppers or picnics. If you want to be a religious nut go ahead, but leave me out of it."She looked at me for a moment. "Fuck me more!"Looking into my eyes he grabbed my hips and thrust himself back inside me."Fuck, yes!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard!" I begged.I lifted my legs until they were both on his shoulders to allow him to penetrate as deep as he could.Grabbing my hips he began to fuck me again. Each thrust harder than the last until I thought he might puncture the lining. Still I bucked against him, edging him on. His hands came up and roughly took my breasts again, pinching the nipples and pulling on them. It was life as usual for a while. Work, chores and all the things we do keeping the train on the track, took up our time. Our thoughts, though, were not always on the task at hand. Mine kept returning to that talk we had.I’d never played around with another guy. They say most boys monkey around with a friend when they hit puberty, but I never did. That was always something I swore I’d never do. I’d heard enough gay jokes to make me shy away from even the thought. But that was then and this was.