Stevo said, "I want to fill his belly with a load first, what about you Paul? You must be ready to go again?" Yeah I fancy fucking a tight ass." Paul ...ositioned himself behind me, spat on his hand and wiped it over my arse hole. He played with it a bit, first pushing in one finger and then two.It didn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to do so I relaxed a bit and got back to sucking Jake's sexy stiff cock. Then I felt Paul pushing his cock into my ass. It hurt at first but then as the. If I didn’t seek out my fate I knew that Mother would prod me into action in a most uncomfortable manner. I grinned to myself, remembering an old homily from my original life: “If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy.” I felt a ghostly pat on my head. Well, back to planning. I couldn’t carry all that preserved meat in just one basket. It would be unbalanced and tiresome. I had to carve a shoulder yoke and weave another basket to level out the load. I was strong enough to carry quite a bit since. Dressing in skirts was for girls and sissy queers. I was raised to be astrong man, a strong heterosexual man. We don't have these urges. It'snot for us. It's for the fags. I couldn't have raised one. I figuredthat even if my son liked girls, he'd never get one if he put on askirt. He'd just fall into the gay circle. I had to put a stop to itbefore he turned gay, just like my parents did for me.When I was a kid, I was attracted to girls. Too attracted it seemed attimes. I wanted to be there. "Need anything else honey?" "No I am ok for now, thank you" How's the drumming going?" It's good, still a couple songs I am not used to yet but getting there" Oh but I think you just need a breather to regain that concentration back" Have any ideas?"Without saying a word she got on her knees and crawled towards me. She rubbed my leg through my drumming pants (good thing too because my legs were sweaty). She quickly pulled out my cock and started sucking it. The feeling was amazing and intense..