What came to mind, I put in the words of one of my characters, ‘a partially broken young man’. Not all fuck ups are a complete waste of biological...material. Some of them are in process of getting their lives back together. I choose to live with hope whenever I can. It’s a choice I make. There was one last thing that drove this story. In my extended family, I have a couple of relatives that married people from small towns along the Missouri and the Ohio river watersheds. It was always. It was then I heard a voice from the direction I hoped to be the door. “Is it okay if I sit with him sir?” said the voice. It had to be Louise, a voice as soft as a lute. “yeah sure, I need to go find his mother anyway. Talk to him, he might need the company.” My dad said as he left. . As we were all pleasuring ourselves, we finished disrobing and Ron told me to come over and sit between them on the couch. As soon as I was seated, Beth began to put her mouth on my cock and suck vigorously. She stopped for a brief second to come up and kiss me, and as soon as she did I felt another set of lips on my shaft. It was Ron! I was startled for a brief second, but by that time the alcohol had kicked in and I didn't object - especially since it felt so good. We took turns orally. ...but you won't......get off......not till I let you.....I want you hard....at my command, ready when I tell you. You're jackin off days are over my young stud...you've been playing with this since you were what?...5 or 6?......now it's my turn, my cock, and you're not gonna cum for weeks maybe never again.........handjobs, blowjobs, hell I might even find some young cunt for you to fuck......one drop out of you, and I'll cut this fucking thing off, stuff it and fuck YOU with it, got it?!" .