I have a bum knee and didn’t want to hurt it again. I was out about a half-mile away and I heard a familiar voice behind me. “I want breakfa...t with you in the morning. Should I call you or nudge you?” I turned, my heart leaping. It was Ray. I hadn’t seen the man in years. My eyes traveled his length, taking in everything. His shaved head, those amazing eyes, his very capable mouth. He was jogging and without a shirt. I took notice of his. I have to go in and explain things to my mother.”I had to explain things to Mom and Dad, too. And Granddad. And Grandma and Grandpa Blackburn. Dad’s father was pouring Grandma another bloody Mary. God knows how many she’d already had. It was already two in the afternoon. I managed to carry my painting to my room before I was attacked.“Young man, take a shower and make yourself presentable to the family,” Mom barked at me. “Don’t come down here until you are clean.”I briefly considered just not. My mind drifted to him being in his home office and me on my knees before him with a smile on my face in anticipation of what was coming. I tried to unzip his trousers but my hands were shaking with desire so he helped me, doing it quickly and pushing his clothes down to the floor. I was eye level with the most delicious sight. A cock I just needed to suck. He smiled at me as I reached out and cupped his balls in my hands. They felt full and heavy. I bent my head slightly to lick each one with. "Can I help you?” She gave half a smile and a lick of the lips. "I just want some Danish." "Shame," she says, "I'm all Aussie, but they do make better cakes,” she laughs, and I hear a faint tinkling sound from somewhere, I look round but the door is closed. "You want one, two, or more?” "Oh, more please," I say, watching her nipples have a life of their own through the semi-transparent material. "I'll get a bigger bag then," and off she walks to the back of the shop. I hear water running and.