My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without exception, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be alone, and anyplace, pub...ic or private; I would play with my developing body. It was only a matter of time before something happened, I see that now, but at the time my desires were too powerful and my young body- too demanding. It was a cool day in early march, the little league season was fresh and new and the football season was over, but the guys were still. The plane continued to lose altitude and John knew they were in big trouble. He could hear the pilot again over the loudspeaker but the words were strained, frantic, and mostly drowned out by the noise. He imagined he heard them say something about looking for a place to land. He looked out the window again and the water was coming up fast. He tried to recall the brief safety talk before takeoff about what to do in a water landing. Life jackets were in the overhead compartments he remembered. . A radio, a bottle of Scotch, a carton of Chesterfields and his .38 heater is all that he needed for company.In the afternoon, he switched on the Bear/Chicago Cardinal game. Toward the end of the third quarter, it wasn't going well for his beloved Cardinals. Cliff turned it off when the phone rang. It was Molly, the madam he knew from the upstairs bordello at a speakeasy that Bobby Farrell ran during Prohibition. Only by 1942, the speakeasy had closed along with her whore house.Molly was still. Finally fell asleep or possible I fainted.The morning after I woke up that Rita sucked dick. Was still trapped in the rubber bag. Now it's my turn, she said, seated atop my face. After a while she threaded cock into her pussy and not long after we both came in a violent orgasm. You were a good boy yesterday she said. You will soon drop out but should enjoy having a ready to use in the bedroom. Should only a walk in the store, so it becomes nice rest of the day. Then the phone rang. It was from.