He's standing with his back leaning against the barn wall and he's stroking his rock hard cock and I'm just staring at him and my cock is getting hard...r by the second. I want so bad to go over to him and drop to me knees and suck that beautiful cock but he's not gay I keep telling myself. So I just stand and stare as he's starting to cum and think, I bet his cum tastes really good. I head back to the fire before he sees me and I say to him, feel better? yeah of course I do he says back. You. It was like I was being absorbed into the newspaper! I was completely hooked then. From then on, I took every opportunity to play in the paper. I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. When I was eighteen, the twenty-five year old man next door became a newspaper carrier. The papers were delivered every morning and put in his paperbox. The paperbox was filled to the top Sunday morning. I would sneak out in the night Sunday morning to rub in the papers. It. You're better offhere." It's like I allus told you," the boy's grandmother sniped keenly. "Thereain't nuthin' up north that you can't get better here."Joseph nodded. "Sure gran'ma, but a guy can't help being curious."Conversation ceased abruptly when the hostess rapped the table with aspoon, then pressed her hands together. It was the first time for yearsMarty had been pitched into formal religious ritual prior to eating, buthe complied amiably as his aunt went through her routine."Lord, we. We were all drinking heavilyand that's when I must have put myself in another bad situation.I woke up hours later on the sofa downstairs in my husband Reginald'shome. I felt a stinging sensation of pain in my stomach and from my butt.It was like deja vu all over again. I wondered if a man or several menhad fucked me. And the pain in my stomach led me to fear that they hadforced me to give blowjobs and swallow their cum.I had been in a transvestite bar, maybe a sissy had fucked me? Fromworking.