”Your mom finally departs and you rise from your bed. You stuff your hand down your shorts and itch your balls. Your hand brushes against your thick...cock. You’re broke, no job, your football muscles are already going soft, and your girlfriend has been dodging your calls, but at least you’ve got a big dick going for you.You saunter over to the window and move the curtain aside enough to peer into the backyard of your neighbor. There are June bugs and leaves floating in the neighbor’s pool. Mr.. Isobel knew it was a totally innocent question and it would not have worried her in the normal way but set against her underlying unhappiness over Gerry she had to fight tears and had been unnecessarily abrupt. Helen had left soon afterwards and Isobel had been miserable ever since.The misery continued all weekend and she moped around achieving nothing in the house or garden. She forced herself to eat something but she had lost the will to prepare anything out of the ordinary whereas she. She had no life, no prospects, no future and now she found herself pregnant. That's why she consumed all the booze she could get her hands on and why she consumed the entire bottle of prescription sleeping pills she had stolen from her friend's medicine cabinet. A little later her last boyfriend returned to get some of his things from the apartment and finds her close to death. He calls 911 and she is transported to the hospital where they pump her stomach and give her some drugs to counteract. During these times I had a lot of friends and buddies that used to fuck me and play with me, but nothing was as exciting as what I’m about to narrate. (Yes, its a true story with minimal fantasizing)To describe me, I’m a small boy of a tiny frame (50 kgs and around 5’7″) with mostly bones all over except for my chest (could be called breasts) and my buttocks. Most people I’ve met so far have all loved my butt and have played with it for hours. My nipples on the other hand are soft and erect at.