I loved him. I could admit that, at least to myself, but like he was my brother, you know? I never thought about kissing him or anything. Why would I ...ven want to? God!He was a boy and so was I, sorta. I took care of my mom. I fixed the car and everything. If some work had to be done, I did it. Mom didn't have anybody else to look after her, so I did it. It was like I was the man of the house, you know? Somebody had to be and I looked at my dad's picture on my dresser. It was his fault and I. Again, terror freezes me to my bed. I can hear him, coming down the hall, shotgun aimed at my door, right next to my bed. ‘Get out of bed and get into the tub NOW!’ Over and over in my head. It’s not as real as the first time. That one was the real thing. He’s out there. Waiting. Just keep watching the clock. 2:46 2:47 2:48 I can watch the clock all night. I’ll watch each minute tick by until morning. The clock will keep me sane, and if I am alive in the morning, he’ll be gone. Right? Why is. As he felt soft hands upon his skin, he immediately felt more at ease. He had not bargained for the gentle way in which she touched his body. Her delicate fingers, bestowing feathery caresses up and down his back and around the nape of his neck, made his nerves tingle with exotic sensations all the way down to the tip of his manhood.Her heady perfume and warmth of her body seemed to lull him as the gentle hands, sensuously stroking his body, initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal. I don't want you to get the wrong impression about love just because of Ralf and me."As if I was in a trance I walked the few steps over to her and sank down into her arms. She hugged me tightly and her hand caressed me over my back and after a while her hand wormed down between us and her soft hand closed around my stiff cock. At the first touched it spewed it's first dose of sperm over a woman's hand. Over anybody else's hand except my own for that matter."So, so," she said soothingly as I.