..” “bbut sir..” he interrupted. “Quiet! Now, Frankie, we've been over this,' I chastised him. 'Call me Mason. Now, let's see here.. I bet I'm...about your father's age. Forty three.” “Two years older, sir- Mason,” he quickly corrected himself. “What would he say about this?” “He’s always moaning at me ‘bout this ‘n that... says I need a firm hand, that’ll soon sort me out, he says.” “Do you need a firm hand, Frankie?” I said, now reaching for the leash and collar. His eyes still fixed to his. I suppose it was possible that those memories were stored in a different part of my brain. It was hard to believe I needed a picture to recognize Charlie and Cindy, but I could operate the computer unassisted.That kind of information seemed to piggyback into my short term memory. For instance I could barely turn on the laptop when I first woke up, but once I began moving around in it, I was able to find and understand things on Google. I could probably find porn, if I was a mind to do that.. The next thing to be done was grab it with your hand and move the hand up and down. If you did this it was called wanking.That evening after the meal I went up to my room to do my homework, or that is what I said. I took off all my clothes and played with my cock and it got a hard on and quite a substantial one at that; I was blessed with a big uncut cock in those days.I commenced to do this wanking thing and held onto my cock and moved my hand up and down. Well it certainly maintained the. Finally I resolved my problem. I told him that if he wanted to meet me it would be at the Hampton Inn in Arlington on the 23rd, less than a week away. Now the phone calls became filled with ‘what ifs,’ and passion. We both knew the possibility of disappointment, but he wouldn’t allow it to exist. Our talks turned to that first touch that first kiss. We knew that more intimate moments would follow. By this time we knew what magic turned each other on and what we wanted from each other. We didn’t.