..and she didn't want to." She took a deep breath and said, "She told me the day after it happened. I told her I thought it was wrong then, and I stil... do. It can't end up good for either of them, but she won't listen to me, and I was desperate enough to try and talk to Jimmy, but it didn't help. I guess he's a guy, and like most, he's only interested in getting laid." Mom," I said, "that's not why I..."She stopped me. "Johnny, even if you think it's more than that, it can't work, don't you see. "It was an honor to be with him in his last moments. We took his picture. Would you look to see it?"Walter shook his head. "No." He took another sip. He looked at me. "Will you participate?" he asked.I couldn't quite meet his eyes. Instead, I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. What a question! It made me hesitate. Why, I wondered. I wasn't shy of killing. No. I had killed thousands over my span of nights. Dozens of thousands, if I was counting. Not all had been purely practical deaths. "Turn him around!" spat someone, I felt myself being spun around, the world around me blurring sickeningly. I found myself looking at one of the boys in my science class, he had his fist clenched, his eye creased so narrowly he looked like a maniacal little chimp."What the Fuck!" I yelled, realising my nose had been busted open, I struggled fruitlessly against the two bigger apes holding my arms. I felt like I had forgotten to pay protection money to the mafia, the stupid idea of calling this. Comeon son, climb on your old dad's back and stick your woodie insidemy bung hole! I guarantee it'll make your hardon go away in no time and feelbetter than anything else!" Dad ordered. Eagerly, I lay my chubby body atopdad and aimed my rod at his winking hole. I suddenly pushed forward andentered dad's hole to the hilt until my boy balls were laying atop his butt.Dad let go of his cheeks and they came together around my rod. Dad wasright. Having my cock inside of him felt better than.