" I'm Patrick." Are you concentrating in Government?" No, History?" Then why are you here?" In general, you'd have to ask my parents; in specific, I t...ought I'd take a variety of things." Very funny. Anyroad, you don't live in one of the residences, do you?" No, in a flat south of the campus." Sharing with a bloke or two?" Sharing, but not with a bloke." Oh-h-h. You married?" Not yet. But I'm not shopping. Sorry." Me too. You're kinda cute and you shave and don't smell from cheap beer." I guess. .."he is perfect for my first time" I thought. slowly I got down on my knees, until I was staring at his beautiful piece of work, half erect now (I guess he was not enthused by my virginity as I was). I opened my mouth, letting his rod inside my mouth, hugging it with my lips, playing with my tongue, stroking it gently with my right hand and again: back in the mouth, holding it in while moving my tongue slowing...waiting for it to grow inside. and it did. It grew bigger and bigger. after a. .The year? 1969! (Parents were divorced sad to say.)So, scrubbed groomed and smelling good, the young man got up the courage and walked into the nursing home. He went up to the glassed in main desk and said the all-important words, "I am looking for a job."The old white haired lady looked up and at me for a few seconds and then asked; "You're a boy?"***I was a little startled by that question; I mean how do you answer something like that? So I didn't.She told me to have a seat and wait for a. Tom would meet us for coffee about once a week and we would talk. He hadtold me that Sasha had told him about my problem and he was working on away for me to get away from Julie and Grant to a place they would neverfind me.Two months after we first met Tom asked me what my clothing sizes were. Ithought it was kind of forward of him to ask but he asked me to trusthim. I did trust him and told him everything from my bra size to shoesize. He wrote it all down and said he had a plan and if I.