It wasn’t long afterwards that the memo came shooting back down the ladder, dropping onto his head like a bomb from the heavens. “Back off!”, wa... the heart of its message, for all that it was couched in officious jargon. “Back the fuck off now!”“What’re you up to?” Asked a voice from behind.“Letter from your girlfriend back home?” the voice chuckled, “Or maybe it’s a boyfriend.”It was his roomate. Though the government sprung for all the latest equipment, training, and all the high tech gadgets. After that he pulled his pants back up and she put on some real clothes. He left her wondering how the hell she managed to even attempt to deep throat him last time when he got so big he could barely even get it in my mouth. He later apologized for such a short time, even though she already knew they would have very little time to play because hed either get called back to school or her siblings could come home. She didnt mind she was just happy she got to spend what time she did have with him.. I was no longer satisfied with the stunts I did with my friends or the fantasy world I lived in inside my mind, I needed the real thing. I came into contact with the fact that there are lifestyles for people like me who loved to be tied but from where I come from and my parents this was totally out of question. I couldn't ask them or search for information. They were really honest with me regarding sex and the whole where children come from thing and how to keep myself safe but with anything. Ithink he might have used my anus too. I couldn’t thinkstraight.”I just shook my head.“When he pulled out, I rolled over and there was thegirl, the birthday girl, and her big brother. He hadhis stiff penis in his hand, and he came over andstuck it in my mouth.”‘Shit,” I said, “no wonder you’ve got a problem withboys.”She nodded and brushed away a tear.“Nobody’s home. How about we try to cure it, cure yourproblem. Boys.