I am sure every beta boi has stories to tell about how they have been kept in our demeaning place in life. One that always sticks with me is I was a g...own man boi, 6 foot tall and not so skinny anymore. I did work out and was toned, but not a muscle man at all. I had taken my family to the river for a day of tubing in ice cold water, the one place my tiny pee wee measured up in man size. So here I stood in line waiting my turn to rent tubes with my 12 year old son. The guy in front of us was. Our hands began to slowly explore our bodies. I could feel his back muscles contract as his hand explored my back. Little by little his hands went lower and lower down my back until he started to grope my ass. I pulled him in closer and broke away from his lips. “What?” he asked. “Shh, just trust me.” I whispered.I started kissing his neck and began to creep my way down his torso. I stopped at his pecs and sucked on his nipples. Davis moaned. I then went on to his abs and kissed them. Maine kaha uncle mai aapki kuch madad nahi kar sakta fir mai apne ghar chala gaya waha papa tour per jane ki taiyari kar rahe the maine papa se jid kee ki kal mera exam hai uncle ko yahi bulane ki permission mange wo man gaye mummy ne khana banaya uncle mujhe pada rahe the per unka dyan mummy ki back per he tha Fir hamne khana kaya or hum bedroom per chale gaye thand mai maine aur uncle ne ek banklet od rakha tha or wo uper book rakh kar mera lund aur mai unka lund hila rahe the fir kuch der. When we looked up at the clock, it read 6:15 AM. I grinned when the waitress remembered us from last year. We had to remind her of our names but I was impressed that she even recognized us. It probably helped that Maggie and Sheila looked just like Mary and Linda.I asked the waitress where we could find some maps of Arizona and especially the Phoenix area. She said the gas station a few doors down would be one place. The other place she suggested was the Visitor’s Center but that wouldn’t open.