We could go out and I'd know we'd have fun and I'd get home intact. But ... well, he's a little boring. It's not that he doesn't mean well or isn't sm...rt, but he's not much of a conversationalist. You know what I mean? Not like you."I almost choked on my Coke. I'd hardly said anything all evening. She'd just kept ranting and I let her run. Maybe that's what she meant."Do you want to leave your casa?" I asked after she'd run on for another fifteen minutes."Oh, god! No! I love Doreen. She's like. I found the hotel and even though it looked old enough to have survivedWWII the guy at the counter accepted cash. Once in the room Icollapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. *** Chapter Ten "Got to Love the Autobahn" ***Normally, I'm a light sleeper. I can count the times I've slept sodeeply that it felt like I was climbing from a deep, dark, comfy, pitinto. Be quiet boy, you wake your friend and I will have both of you...' Taking short quick breaths I awaited the pain of his entrance into my anus. With a steady plunge Mr. G. seated his penis into my anus, It was just his huge head, just past his penile ridge. The pain was enormous, I did not think I could bare it much longer when suddenly Mr. G. slid his hand around me and gripped my semi erect penis. Mr. G. pulled back slightly and pressed back into me, I quickly grabbed his hands and squeezed. Tom said that he was nineteen years old. Jeri was seventeen but would be eighteen in a few months.Tom said that after he had gotten the job at U.P.S. they had moved into a cheep efficiency apartment. The bed had folded down out of a closet. All the furniture they had to buy was a mattress and a small table and chairs at first. Later at the same used furniture store they had bought a couch, easy chair and TV.For a while he and Jeri were doing pretty good, they were even putting money in the.