When it happened I left home with him to take him across the valley to find somewhere he could call home. Before we got too far he pulled a weapon and...indicated my companionship was no longer required. I left him there and returned home but over the next several weeks I grew increasingly uncomfortable, threatened, not knowing where he was. The four of us had traveled to this spot that overlooked the valley where we could see fifty miles west, across the valley, and easily that much north and. Hepressed it against there until finally it gave way and his finger slid inslowly and tightly." How do you feel having a man stick his finger in youasshole boy? Does it feel good? If it does than you are queer. Simple asthat. Maybe you know that now too." I couldnt speak. His finger wasmaking me feel hot in the head. My dick was on fire. He kept sliding it inand out slowly. " You act liek im sticking my finger in a pussy instead ofan asshole. Does it feel that good boy?" Yes dad. It does. ". Had a great Sunday morning. I can get used to this. But in all this sunshine there are clouds on the horizon. Gramma's due back today. Sooner or later she and I must have a talk. It's the most serious talk ever.I pay close attention to Gramma's driveway. Her and her beau took off for the weekend in HIS car. I noticed when they returned. His car in the driveway. Next time I looked, his car's gone.I called Gramma. "Hi, Gramma. How was your weekend?" Good, baby. How was yours?" Good also. Are you. She was short like me, but her legs were half her height and shaped so perfectly that anyone, male or female, would want those hot legs wrapped around their neck. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I found myself gazing into her bright blue eyes, and wanting to be naked in her arms.I told her she was sexy as hell and I wanted to make love with her.She told me she was flattered, but she wasn’t a lesbian. I told her, neither was I.We got talking, and she told me her name was Tina and she liked.