Quah Nockt was a savvy old soul, and he seemed to know much about the lands about, directing Kodaco and I on successful hunts without scouting for sig.... I suppose any direction might have produced successes, with the country being so empty of men. He also was full of old stories of the 'old times' but I couldn't really tell what was very different about the times he recounted over the times we were now in. Except for the creatures he described- there were certainly no sudden death dagger-teeth,. I told him I had a gay experience when I was 16 with a friend and he wanted details. By the time I finished the story we both had major boners. I said hell why don't we jack off together then no one has to be shy about what happened. He thought it was a great idea so off came my trunks and away went his towel. My cock is bigger than his, but not by much. I laid beside him on the bed and we started to stroke. Within a minute or so, I was stroking him and him me. Then he said, you have sucked a. An arm reaches around me pulling me in from behind and a hand covering my mouth. He whispers next to my ear "Don't scream…"That voice. I know that voice. Who is that? Wasn't the front door closed when I passed it? 1000 thoughts at once. And again: even tho he's just whispering - I know that voice. Dammit. I nod carefully and he pulls my head a bit to the side. There's something over his head - a ski mask? He kisses my neck. What on earth? Seriously? But for some reason it felt good. Too. ‘Mr. Dixon,’ I said, ‘Is there anything I could do here that would get you to consider me for that assistant position?’ He just smiled and nodded. And the rest is history.”“No!” I protested. You can’t leave me hanging like that. I need the details; ALL the details!”“Really? Are you sure?”“Yes! Absolutely.”She laughed. “Well you dirty young man, if you want details then I’ll give you details, blow by blow, as it were.” We both laughed at that. Kat was a reader and loved those old English.