He had a sort of George Clooney-ness about him. Charming smile,which he was flashing between words, piercing blue eyes which seemed toglow if they ha...pened to catch ambient sunlight, a strong set of legswhich propelled him at a seriously fast pace, and an aura about him thatinstantly hit me as attractive.A man. Attractive.These were not words that I had previously ever thought of.He tried to find his words. "Um...and, well...I hope I don't offend youeven more here when I say that...um, from. “Why the fucking hell would it prove difficult for me? I've been ****d. You had me ****d!”“It's what you wanted.”“No it fucking wasn't. I wanted to act out a **** scenario, all make believe, not being fucked bareback by fucking black guys and having the biggest one of them stick his cock in my ass,” she yelled, then winced as she moved and her sphincter reminded her of just how painful an experience that had been. “I could be pregnant!”“If you're prepared to listen I'll tell you why you're not. I broke both of my arms and had many cuts and bruises. I was in the hospital for a week, and when I finally got home, I had both arms in casts.I couldn't eat, wipe my ass, wash, or jack off by my self. I was getting petty horny when my mom told me she had to give me a bath. While I was in the hospital, the nurses only gave me a sponge bath, and they didn't touch my cock.I wasn't sure how my mom was going to bath me. Mom ran some warm water into the bathtub. Then she helped me get to the. "Whoa!" he chuckled. "You just got KNOCKED OUT!" He took a picture with his iPhone, and left, laughing out loud.When I got home, my mom was waiting at the door. "Oh, Malik!" she cried out, grabbing me. "What happened?!" Nothing," I lied, getting free of her grip. "I just...I got in a fight." Before she could speak, I walked past her and into the house. She followed after me."Malik!" she exclaimed. "What the hell do you mean 'you got in a fight'?! What HAPPENED?!" I don't wanna talk about it!" I.