And that was just fine by me because, if anything, I tend to be a top. I like to sock it to a dude, to have him do my bidding. "Suck it!" I hissed at ...im, waving it in his face as I reached around with a hand and pressed his head close. He wrapped his lips around it hungrily, looking up at me all the while. He had such a handsome face, and he looked especially cute right now with his lips stretched open, his mouth stuffed with my cock. It was one thing for him to handle my dick with finesse,. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. The pull my finger fart we do with the kids is always questioned but never stops." I have some more thoughts," said Brett. "The world is our urinal. We never have to drive to another gas station restroom because the one we were at was too icky."Jim jumped back in. "Everything on a man's face stays its original color. We can have the same hairstyle for years, maybe decades. We only have to shave our face and neck."Jim looked over at me.. He had the biggest smile on his face when he saw the wires trailing behind my left foot. He asked me if I was OK with things so far. I smiled and told him that I was, but that he had better get me tied up fast before I changed my mind. He was all for that, but told me that he wanted to make sure I didn’t know what was going to happen after he had me restrained. So I let him put earphones in my ears, and helped him adjust the volume so it was loud enough so I couldn’t hear anything without being. You would probably think this would shock me, but actually it was a common occurrence. I quite often heard him talk to me since he had died. That didn't mean I thought he was a ghost, communicating from the grave. It was more like a memory of him, speaking to me from inside my own mind. I had been very close with my father, and enjoyed that I could still talk with him in my own private way."Hi, Daddy," I said to him, silently in my mind.The mental image of him stood out prominently now that he.