I was a solitary lad and took to going out alone at night, sometimes stopping off for a quick pint but mostly just walking and having the odd fag. I f...equented a large municipal park where there was an area of over grown flower beds and shrubberies. The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples and one or two voyeurs, which I suppose included me. The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting. Jessica did not refuse when he laid her in his bed. He entered her slowly, wanting to miss nothing. There was peace in the warm hug of her taking more and more of him. She was always so giving. It made the desire to please her well up within him even more. He rocked into her with a rhythm that they had created early on, a rhythm that was truly only theirs. He knew her body, from every angle and within every opening. This was not about angles. This was intimacy. His kisses were full of emotion,. My boobs were generating more milk because no one took it, paining day another day. I consulted a doctor, but she informed me to find an orphanage for a few days, so it would be solved.Meanwhile, the pain increased. Usually, I pressed and emptied my boobs regularly. Last two days, I did not do that due to cleaning work. My boobs bulged and pained more and more.Yes, at that time, my size was 32-28-36. Anyway, I tried to control the pain till everyone went to their work. Then I rushed to finish. All the houses were dark and looked comfortably tucked in their little coves. “Comfortable, psht, right,” I grunted, “As if anything is comfortable or safe in this world.” I started walking again and looked up at the red moon. It sure seemed brighter tonight. Maybe the elders were watching out for me? Doubtful. Being on the side of Markal had its downfalls, one being hated by the elders, or “gods” of this realm. I was shaken from my thoughts as a leaf crackled behind me. I resisted turning.