"Boy, wake up." Jesus, Girl, what time is it?" I could tell thru the curtains that the sun had yet to rise."I have your surprise. Remember, Cully?" Sh... was nude from the waist down, a plain white brassier held her diminutive breasts securely."That's right, I nearly forgot." I chased sleep away."Where is it, my surprise?" Did you sleep naked like I told you to?" I turned back my quilts. "Yep." My blood was still coagulatin', but, I'd get there. Just a thought, a flash of light, of sound, of. He said he was married with k**s and had a boring 9-5 job and just needed a little release every now and again. I said that I was in town visiting my GF, who got called into work. He then changed the subject of wanting my cock to wanting to know about my girl and how she liked to be fucked. As I told him how shw liked it, I saw him stroking his rather small cock steadily. At this point I was hot myself, and I happily pulled down my trousers for him to see. He did not forcefully grab my cock.. I would be sore as hell in the morning. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. The doctors say that I'll be fine in a few months, but this operation has done a number on my plumbing, and poor Max hasn't gotten his rocks off since before I checked into this place, and he's not going to get anything from me for a long time."I kept blushing. "There are other ways, Aunt Barb." Blow job? Hand job? Jerking himself off? Paying a whore? Those might help some, but they don't compare with real. This is where Appalachia and the deep south merged. This is the gentile deep south which only half a century ago was rocked by social unrest, civil disobedience and threats from old south whites and radical blacks. I’m listening to the rising and falling hum of the late summer evening Cicada. I am rocking in a Cracker Barrel brand wooden rocking chair and thinking how truly fortunate I am. I am a white man that had been involved on the non discrimination side of America’s tumultuous upheaval. I.