However, God will always give you chances in some way or other. Those who use it will have fun and memories to cherish. My chance was also came to my ...ay gradually. My friend Rimi was having some illness and she had to undergo an emergency operation. Nobody was there to help her that time. So she called me up and the operation was scheduled at her hospital only. I went there to help her. As Alphy was her close friend, she was always there to help Rimi. I had to stay there one day and Alphy. Marty looked at me puzzled and then he smiled the biggest smile How about now? I am up for anything you want to show me! Pressed to my stomach was a throbbing hard-on that Marty suddenly had acquired with little effort. I kissed him again and without a word, got up and went to my dresser drawer where I kept my socks and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. I walked back to the bed, reached down and massaged his dick with a large glob of Vaseline. Marty didnt say a word. As I put another glob on my. In a matter of minutes, his strokes became more powerful and with a little more speed. And a few minutes later, his hands gripped the boy’s head harder and his hips began thrusting more quickly.“Yessss!” he crooned. “Just what I need. And, just what you want, isn’t it Caci?Ahhhh...hold...still…” His fervor became greater and his thrusts like that of a revving engine, driving in and pulling back and driving in again.The boy’s eyes were closed as the piston-like action was igniting waves of. Exciting, isn't it?Although I was well used to the cane (did a lot of self-caning at home) but it was still a bit more painful when someone else did it. He started without too much explanation and I endured the first few strokes very well. By the 8th stroke I was crying out with each stroke. When he reached 14 I was crying.But don't get me wrong now. Even though I was in pain from the canning I still enjoyed it. And I enjoyed it a lot. It I didn't had a tampon in my legs would already be wet. I.