“Hey, Jeff, is something wrong?” my father asked. “You’ve been pretty quiet all day. Are you getting sick?”“Not really. I feel fine. I’m...just thinking about tonight. If you do end up marrying Helen, then I’ll have sisters. I’ve never had a sister. I know that I’d want them to like me, but what if they don’t?“I’m also worried that if you do get married we’ll have to move again. I’ve been in three schools in the last two years. I’d like to be able to keep some of my friends.”Lies, all lies. I. All, all day.That is real life. That's what's supposed to be.Unfortunately, we live in a shitty and boring and gritty reality. And in that shitty and boring and gritty reality, there are studies to take, jobs to find and taxes to pay.Ah geez!So sadly the best I can do with porn actresses is to masturbate, a little every night, in front of them. A cumshot in front of a porn movie is my way of honoring them and showing that I appreciate the work they do. A way of saying "thank you" to life.That. My earliest memory's of my love and turn on of the male ass was when I was in my late teens and living at home with my older step brother, who was much older then me and very attractive and masculine to me . He had left his well worn tighty whiteys on the bathroom floor after taking a shower and I found the little white nest of scent filled man smells just laying under the bathroom vanity and could not resist the desire to pick them up and hold the well worn crotch to my nose and deeply inhale. But chickened out the last moment.I told her via text that there is something very important and seriousI have to tell her and if she would be available to phone later thatevening. I was sure she would think I'm seriously sick. And I feltsorry for tricking her into thinking that. But I also tricked me withthat. Because I wanted to make sure I tell her. I needed to get itout.Once on the phone, there wasn't any time pleasantries or small talk.She wanted to know right away what's going on. I.