I made a mental note to catch Don in an unwashed state sometime and taste him, instead of the squeaky clean body we both assumed was ideal.I could get...my hand around his member and still have the head exposed. I tugged at him and put the head into my mouth.“Great. Wow! You are good. So, so good at that!”I looked up at him, nodded and went to work. I spit on the head for lubrication, slobbered on him and jerked him off in my mouth.Surprisingly, he pushed me away.Again he asked, “Are you my whore. From that moment I was singled out.Ignoring Simon didn’t work and neither did my attempts to pretend to like his treatment. He saw straight through this and would come up with ingenious ways to make me suffer. He liked to hold me down and spit in my hair or describe terrible lewd things he would do to my mother if he ever got the chance. His favourite thing however was to hurt me and make me say something degrading about myself. I lost count of the times he made me describe myself as being ‘gay. His cock was a darker color than Kenny's which was light pinkish; Steve's was darker, a brownish shade, no doubt from sunning naked. But it was beautiful. Watching it was the first time I'd thought about another man or boy other than my brother. The idea of Steve putting his big cock inside me was making me almost as excited as my upcoming deflowering by my brother.Sandra came back out with the tube and had me lay down as she used the applicator up inside me. It seemed a little clinical until. As I walked onward, I could still hear his gales of cruel laughter echoing in my ears. With a tired shrug, I dismissed him from my thought as easily as drawing breath. After walking for a period of time, stuck in a reverie of random thoughts swirling around in my mind, I realised that many of the meditation practises and techniques I typically employed to chase away such niggling problems were not working for me at present. Fearing that this would escalate, I ducked for cover and respite into.