"Are you really into stuff like this?" Matt finally asked.Craig took a few deep breaths. Deep down, he knew that some day it might come out. But not, ...e had hoped, for a long, long time. How were people going to react when they found out that Craig Harris, high school jock, rumored to have screwed half the girls on the cheerleader squad, was instead a cock-sucking faggot?"Matt, I don't really know how to explain this," he began. "I guess maybe I should've told you, but I..." Craig." His younger. Old and sweet and hot. We were no longer two separate individuals. We were working in perfect harmony, me exploring his ten inches of sixty-year old black dick with my mouth, lips and tongue, and him enjoying every bit of pleasure I could give him. He was much thicker and longer than the young boy and was getting ready to unload. After all the hours of sucking, I was deepthroating his huge cock easily, and he was really enjoying it. He was continuously mumbling endearments to me, and I was. We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch. [A friend’s mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.]We are the last to hear Roosevelt ‘s radio “fireside chat” assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day.We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their Cape Cod style houses, some pouring their cellar, tar papering it over and. I'm still bringing your cum out of you...draining you, all that pent up sexual need inside you, emptying you, but filling the bucket.I have you get up now, and step into the tub, kneel down, with your head back, eyes closed, and mouth open. I pick up the bucket, filled with your cum, and pour it over your head. The hot warm rush of all your orgasms filling your mouth, coating your hair and body, sends me into a hot need to fuck you, so that we can both be sliding over each other, enmeshed in.