The Oncologist had been as gentle and as kind as he could be, but telling a patient that his cancer, previously thought cured, had now rapidly metasta...ised to most of his major organs, his prognosis was bleak and no treatment save for palliative care would be possible, is never easy. Scott had six months to live, at best.He had received his initial diagnosis of cancer two years earlier. He had gone through the agonies of chemo and radiation therapy, His wife Gemma had been his rock as had his. I shook my head.“I’m bi,” I said. He laughed a little. “Please don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll do anything!” He smiled at me. “So, you like cock? You ever seen a real one close up?” I shook my head.“You want to?” I hesitated, then smiled and nodded. “Fucking queer! You want my cock?!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his limp cock dangling next to a huge pair of balls between his muscular legs. “Get naked, white boy!” he sneered. I did as he said. My 7 inch cock looked tiny next to his. I raised your skirts and petticoats and pushed them to your hips so that you were naked from the waist down. I left your nipple and touched the bow of the red satin garter and the smooth flesh near it. As I admired your legs and the flesh between them I felt you unbutton my fly and release my hard cock. Laying beside each other we arranged ourselves for our mutual pleasure using our mouths. My head moved between your parted legs and again I felt your curly pubic hair on my lips. Though you. ‘I put a bad scare into him last night. He walked all the way out here yesterday, lookin’ for a room. Had some wild story. Said his car was stolen. Later on, a pickup truck pulled in, and I thought them thieves came back for seconds. When I put my flashlight on ’em, Dubois’ girlfriend nearly peed her pants.’ ‘Girlfriend?’ ‘Yeah, she looks Injun, like him. Cute kid, from what I could see through the windshield. Kinda scratched up, though. Looked like she ran through a barbed wire fence.’ He.