Muttering to myself, I grabbed a clean pair of shorts and waddled to the bathroom like an arthritic duck to clean myself up so I could go down and get...something to eat.Maybe there really was something wrong with me. Maybe puberty was working overtime and had screwed around with my hormones or something. No way was the amount of spunk I was shooting normal even though it made my orgasms last so much longer. But I knew I couldn't go on like this.In the past week, I had been jerking off at least. "Hey, man, not to get all homo or whatever, but . . .." He took a breath. "My name is Charlie. I live on the south side of town, and I do construction." His hands shook slightly, and he continued. "I just feel like we have a legit friendship, and I wanted to show it. Don't be all weird about it :p."He tossed his phone aside after sending the message, and started up Cyberpunk to distract himself from the vulnerability that he now felt. But that only partially worked, and it was in the back of. Oddly enough, they asked why he stopped. So, they supported us. Then, we weren't sure what we were, but we loved having sex. So, we continued doing it for a little while, and then I found out I was pregnant. Eventually, they moved in with us. Now, all five of us live under one roof," Christina explained.I nodded, I really liked that story."Are both of you happy then?" I wondered."Oh, yes. We definitely had a few rocks to get over, but we are both definitely happy it worked out. Our baby boy is. Even if that may not send him to prison, it would almost certainly mean financial ruin, followed by a divorce.He complied with a sigh and removed his shirt and trousers; the smirk of derision greeting their removal guaranteed to heighten his sense of shame and helplessness."Good boy.? she said patronizingly. ?I see you are wearing your wife's dirty underwear and bra like I told you to. Boy, won't she be surprised if she could see you now."She laughed.It was laughter that seemed almost demented.