There was a pause and i said whats going on,ted said please come in and he would explain.i was a bit reluctant but he seemed like a good guy and very ...rail,so i entered.it was light inside and smelled a bit musty.sit down he said so i did and he sat next to me very close.he told me his name was ted and he was gay,he liked younger guys and had done this a couple of times before and had got sex from it.quick as a flash i said not this time.his mannor changed and he said dont be like that ,leant. “Yeah, white boi! Take this nigga dick!”“Oh my god! Gimme that dick!”“Got damn! This boipussy good!”Rodrick kept listening. He never knew his younger brother got down in this manner. The banter between Maurice and the fag actually turned him on. He sneaked outside. He spotted a thin, long-haired white sissy switching away.“Damn,” Rodrick opined going back in the house.“What,” checked Maurice.“You was fuckin’ that dude.”“He ain’t no dude. He a bitch,” Maurice rectified Rodrick’s understanding.“I. He owned a large cattle ranch in eastern Texas, near the town of Nacogdoches. One day while drilling a well on the far side of his grazing land, he hit a gusher, not of water, but oil. At first he sold his raw crude to a fellow who shipped it by rail to a company that refined the oil into kerosene. But he realized that the bulk of the profits were being reaped by others, so he hired an experienced refiner and built his own refinery. Soon he had his own freight company as well. As his wealth. He was enjoying the sea of flesh he was swimming in for about fifteen minutes. Somehow it seemed a lot longer because he suddenly started feeling just a little bit exhausted by it all and decided he needed some air and a little bit of space.Stephen managed to quietly extricate himself from the morass of naked bodies and get over to the side of the room. He was lying there quietly in the dark and realising again just how much he was missing Katrina. He didn’t really care anymore if he could.