I'm like addicted to sex, I have to cum every day, more than once everyday. I get along good with chicks. I got a nice cock and know how to use it. ...Chicks like it when you know how to do them right. I liked to please them, make them feel good so I figured I was straight. Some of the dudes I hung with kept telling me I should see what it is like to have a queer suck your cock. At that time I figured that they couldn't get any chicks to have sex with them and letting a queer suck you off. I started 10th grade just as any other student would, although I was still only fourteen, my fifteenth birthday being a couple of months away in November. I hadn't thought things through as well as I should have - mostly because I hadn't bothered thinking things through at all - because I soon found myself bored stiff at school. There just wasn't enough challenge in 10th grade.I spent some time in the school library reading ahead of this year's work to check that it was going to be as easy as I. They talked about all kinds of stuff. She was 21. He was 27 or so. She said that he was a nice guy, also nice looking. He finally “broke the ice” and said “Lets get a motel room”. My wife said “Oh no, I cant do that.” They got another round of drinks and my wife said “Crap, I cant get back on the interstate now, I am way too buzzed”. They ended up paying the tab and my wife suggested that they go sit in the car for a while.They went and got into the front seat of his car and kept. He used to call me Karate Boy and was always telling me how much he thought Karate was bullshit and he knew a guy who knew a guy and so on.... If it wasn't for Julie I'd have given him a chance to back up those stories.When my sister filed for divorce Mr. Right begged and pleaded saying it had only happened once and he'd never do it again. Outside the courthouse he grabbed her arm and tried to drag her to his car. Luckily I got there just in time. I was ready for this clown, but before anything.