’ ‘So, well, we’re really going to do this, I guess, huh?’ ‘Looks that way, wanna see their picture?’ It seemed the guy had sent Mom a pic...of the him and his son and, well, the man, Frank, was nice looking, trim, dark hair and the boy, his name was Danny, well, he was cute, almost as tall as his father, slender but with a really cute grin. Well, I guess I was going to have both of them fucking me soon. ‘So, when is this going to happen?’ I asked. ‘Tonight. We’re meeting them at seven.’ Then I. . Girls," he said with a half smile.The half smile always meant there was something wrong. I was sure that apart of him died inside at that moment. The fun my mom and I were havingwas making it look like I was happy with the way things were going. Withthe way he was always on my case about becoming a man, I knew he washoping this was all not true."Shall we eat my loves?" my mother said, breaking the silence.We sat down to begin eating, and I was slightly relieved I wasn't pushedto speak too. In the meantime, he enjoyed watching her. He was trying to memorize every gesture, every nuance, every feature of her face.She slowly scanned the once loud and bustling saloon. At this time of the morning it was as quiet as a church on Monday. She knew that later there would be signs of life, however, it would never come close to matching the saloon’s heyday just a couple of years back.Now the saloon, along with the entire little town, was on its deathbed. Its patrons were drying up just as. .Raj....I'm....sorry....please.....I just....can't" And as I was saying it, I was letting him guide my ass to sitting on that big long wet dick. It's as if I was hypnotized.What the fuck was I doing? How was I gonna let this well endowed man fuck me again and my hole won't be able to take it? Or that it will bleed because it was already stretched and sore and in pain from the day before? Why can't I just say no? Why?Boys I'll tell ya. I was scared shitless (no pun intended) but my cock was rock.