I imagined myself in bed on a Sunday mornin’, havin’ coffee and toast with someone (and the image of Mattie crept uninvited into my mind), readin�...� the Sunday papers and then makin’ love in the crumbs, of comin’ home from work at five o’clock and hearin’ the sound of the kettle which someone had just put on, of evenin’s together with a DVD and sixpack of beers and takeaway pizza and my head on his lap. I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna get that with Gazza. I wanted to fuckin’ bawl.Mattie took one look. . hope that's ok.Please feel free to let me know what you think and contact me if any of my stories turn you on.I grew up in central Ontario, Canada. I was, like most boys, super horny as a teenager and did the usual things boys do: sneaking my older brothers porn magazines and the odd video (VHS!) and masturbating to just about anything I could find that included sexy women and sexual content. Later I began collecting my favourite porn magazines and I masturbated to porn a lot.I enjoyed. Let's get it over with."Jeffrey's voice answered. "I thought you'd never ask. But let's have a shake first. You get it. It's your body and you know how to handle it." No, silly, it's OUR body. You know as much about it as I do." Will you just drink a shake, please? I'm hungry!"Cheryl walked a few clumsy steps, picked up the shake, and drank it."What are you doing?" asked Deirdre.Cheryl's voice answered. "Finishing what we started, Deirdre. We've got to learn the rest of everything about each. “You have to pull from the Punishment Jar on Monday.”Mom then went to deal with my dad. I went to my apartment and got everything she asked for and then made breakfast. I can’t remember the last time nothing was said at a meal in our house. Dad was seriously pissed, and left the house as soon as we were done eating. Mom wrote me a list of things to do around the house. I wasn’t going to sit around moping — her words.I was on my hands and knees as I pulled weeds when my mom came out and handed.