I've quadrupled the business and tripled our locations. Theprofits come roaring in. And the growing empire is all named after goodold dad. I work hard...for us, but I still get bored. That's where the mencome in.My last conquest was a beautiful boy named Parker D. I think Parkeridentified as a gay man before he met me. But, a sweet trip to theBahamas for the weekend convinced him that he certainly wasn't gay. Wehad a whirlwind romance for eighteen months while I revealed his innerself to the boy.. I was playing an if only game with myself. If only I had been in the store that day; if only I had called her and asked her to take the day off. I had a list that would have gone for pages had I taken the time to write them down.As always, after talking with Hal, I felt like things were back in proportion, and I had a handle on them. When we parted, he reminded me that I could call him any time, day or night. He hadn't done that since I could remember; thus, I knew he was worried about. There was a tin shed setting over next to the tracks."Wasn't it locked?" Yup ... misspent youth." Arnold looked a little guilty.There was a lot of crimination's and recriminations sounding from the upper story and pretty soon the police showed up.Guns were drawn and hands raised. It soon became evident that the murder reported was still going on and the police took to the stairs.Have I described what David and Grace had done with the the assorted railroad ties, bridge timbers and concrete drain. Clear water running down his back; I draw my long tongue out to reach in to his tight anal ring, making short wet circles; I exhale the warmth on his balloon knot of flesh. Realizing suddenly; one of my hand gets busy massaging his balls and stroking his large cock. My tongue glides in as I push gently and Milton sighs with pleasure. My other hand goes down to squeeze my own stiff erection in a hurry.“O’ God, Henry; fuck me now please”. I heard him pleading as he turns to shut the water off;.